Chapter 1,221 Prologue

Chapter 1221 Prologue

A fateful showdown begins between the British and German air forces! However, at this time, mortals who know nothing about their fate are still doing their own things conscientiously. For example, Captain Harley is currently patrolling and arranging the cruise plan of the air force.

According to the order, Harley's aviation fleet will be directly under the navy. Their mission is to ensure the security of Constantinople and nearby naval bases. To this end, the navy dispatched a liaison team so that it can establish contact with the air security posts. How to patrol and how to arrange interception operations is Harley's own business. To this end, he needs to understand the environment of the mission area in order to arrange patrol tasks.

"It seems that we should come out earlier to stop those British reconnaissance planes." Harley said with some depression, looking at the sky that was empty except for white clouds. What do you do when you have nothing to do? Naturally, I am looking for something to do! Fishing in the Black Sea is obviously not a good choice, and playing bridge in the dormitory is not a good idea either. So after arriving, Harley decided to see if he could ambush the British reconnaissance plane. This is definitely a game for the brave and the wise! Use intelligence and analysis to determine the route of the British Air Force and arrange an ambush plan. This is what an ace pilot has to do. It is best to touch from behind without the other party noticing, and then fly between the two planes. In the ten seconds that passed, he cleanly beat the opponent into a fireball! Well, this feeling is really addictive!

"The British seem to have chosen to fly most of their voyages at night recently, and will appear on time near Constantinople during the day. Once before we came, and once 3 days ago, and it is like this today. . They will appear in two places, one is near the port, and the other seems to be on the sea north of Constantinople. I always feel that there is a conspiracy here!" Lieutenant Hess, who was sitting in the back seat, watched. He was communicating with Harley while holding the map in his hand.

"You mean, the British are probably going to attack the shipyard?" Harley said in a tight voice.

"It's hard to say. If the incoming plane carries a bomb, it can be dropped directly. If it's daytime, I'm afraid there's no chance. But if it's like now, at dawn, the British bombers happen to appear in Constantinople. If it's over the port, it's really hard to guard against. And as you know, those two warships are still being repaired, and they don't have all the personnel on board, so phase transfer is not easy."

Lieutenant Hess said in a very casual tone. At this time, Hess just described it with his own wild ideas. He had not thought about the possibility of the British actually doing this. After all, if nothing else, where did the British mobilize so many bombers? This was in Turkey, not on the Western Front!

"If you had nothing to do, would you choose to stay up early every morning and fly on a plane just to take a look at Constantinople in the sunshine?" Harley asked.

"Maybe once, but not three times." Hess was stunned for a moment, and then realized the crux of the problem...

It’s a night flight, and it’s a night flight over such a long distance. Even though it’s a city like Constantinople, if you can fly there in one night, and it’s within an hour, you’re considered an elite!

"So, I feel like we have something to do!" Harley took a deep breath and said. "Send a telegram to the guys at the Admiralty and say, death from heaven!"

"Well, you're saying that British planes have appeared more frequently recently, and they are always early in the morning?" At noon that day, the Earl, who was having lunch, asked after looking at the telegram sent from Constantinople.

"Yes, the Bavarian Air Force said that this may be a sign that the British will take large-scale action, and the commander leading the team also described it as death falling from the sky." The officer who sent the intelligence said.

"This is a bit exaggerated." The count frowned slightly.

"According to information from Kiel Port, British bombers can conservatively use bombs or torpedoes weighing up to 500KG. And if it is a bomb, the 500KG bomb charge may be more than 300KG. As for bombing accuracy ? According to our experiments, it is still possible to attack fixed targets the size of battleships in the port," the officer said.

"Fuck!" The count was really not calm anymore. He was frightened by the 300kg high explosive. Let alone whether it penetrated armor or whether it was thrown into the superstructure. Even if a near-miss bomb falls next to a battleship, the damage caused is probably much greater than that of a mine. How much explosive does one mine have? It’s only about 200KG! This bomb actually has a charge of 300KG? So cruel!

"What's their opinion?" the count said, putting down the knife and fork in his hand and wiping his hands with the napkin beside the table.

"The best thing is to relocate, and the other is to recommend deploying more searchlights and anti-aircraft weapons around the port. Of course, Captain Harley also expressed his willingness to try to ambush the British," the officer said.

"The United Forces should be ready for action. The power system and weapon system have been repaired. Only the superstructure is left. You can consider arranging them to a port in Romania, where it is more convenient to receive supplies from the mainland. In addition, let the The Bulgarian fleet should also go north for the time being. They will be safer in the Bavarian Army's defense zone," Count Spee said.

"What about those things above us?" The words of Commodore Pachner, the captain of the Prinz Eugen, who was sitting next to him, made the count shudder. This is a kind of perception as a soldier, you can call it It is the sixth sense. This is an almost instinctive reaction formed after experiencing many battles. It is a keen perception of crisis, unreasonable suspicion, and unreasonable accuracy! For example, during the last night attack on the French fleet, Count Spee specifically asked the Prinz Eugen to serve as a guard mission.

It’s not that British planes have not appeared near their bases. In fact, traces of British reconnaissance planes have recently been discovered throughout the northwest of Asia Minor. Count Spee had long felt that there was a problem, but he had been unable to grasp the key point. This time, after the professionals from the Bavarian Legion reminded him, the Count seemed to realize the seriousness of the problem!

The count had made the best arrangements at this moment. The fleet in Bulgaria went north and entered the defense range of the Bavarian Army. It was far away from Greece or Serbia, and it was difficult for the British to reach it. As for the two battleships in Istanbul, the United Forces needs to be moved quickly. There are only two battleships in one, so I'm afraid it won't work. The power system is being outfitted and is half pulled. If you want to leave, you can still find a high-power tugboat. However, Where are the tugs….

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