White was driving his fighter plane and finally saw the distant coastline. A faint smoke was already spreading in his cockpit, which was something he discovered when he returned.

After a simple inspection, he found that his plane was operating properly. Perhaps some bullets were hit in an unimportant position, which caused a small malfunction to his plane.

Suddenly, his engine began to breathe, and the propeller's rotation began to become non-regular. The plane that insisted on bringing him here on the battlefield finally broke down.

"Baby! Don't do this! Baby! Hold on! You're going home soon!" White was praying while trying to get the plane's engine back again.

Unfortunately, the engine did not resume operation after all, but stopped in the sky. White had to observe carefully and left the temporary formation in his plane.

Then, his plane began to descend on altitude, and after a few attempts, White had to give up trying and lift his hatch.

A cold wind surged into White's cockpit. White climbed out of the cabin and saw that the side of his plane's engine left a row of twisted machine gun bullet holes.

Just looking at the bullet holes, I don’t know if it was the damage caused by friendly machine guns or German machine guns, but these damages did completely scrap the plane.

After choosing a suitable angle, White nervously kicked off his plane. He pulled his parachute away with his feelings and waited for the parachute to open.

The cold wind blew through his ears, and the goggles blocked the knife-like wind from hitting White's eyes, allowing him to see clearly what was happening around him.

He saw his fighter plane staggeringly falling in the distance, and he also saw another Wellington bomber hitting the coastline, causing a tragic explosion.

Even for a moment, he seemed to be able to hear his breathing, his heartbeat, and his dull ringing.

Then, suddenly, a force came from his back, and the huge pulling force made his descent speed suddenly stagnate.

White saw his parachute spreading in the sky, and he also saw friendly planes returning above his head flying one after another.

Originally, when they flew to the German target, they were almost twice the number now; at this moment, the only thing left was the one in front of them.

A sea breeze blew towards him, and White found that the sea breeze was not enough to send him to the coastline. If he continued to fall like this, he would probably fall directly into the sea.

It wouldn't be drowned, because he had a life jacket that he had to be equipped when fighting across the sea, but under such weather conditions, falling into the cold sea water is definitely not a comfortable thing.

On the shore, Army soldiers patrolling the coast had already discovered White who was jumping. They pointed and ran towards the place where White fell.

Another cold sea breeze hit, and White finally found that he would land on land instead of the unlucky sea surface.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then his feet hit the reef on the shore. The pain suddenly came, causing him to fall to the beach, his face hit the ground, and his mouth was covered with sand.

"Sir!" Someone helped him lift the parachute that was buckled over his head, and a young soldier with a butterfly-shaped helmet stood attentively at White.

The Air Force's rank is obviously higher than that of the Army. Perhaps the Army officer who manages all nearby Army patrols may not be higher than that of White.

"Hello!" White tidied up his clothes in a mess and answered the salute of the army soldiers in a mess.

To be honest, his current image is not very good. Being shot down in front of everyone and then skydive is not a good thing to show off.

But he soon became grateful, and then fell to his knees on the beach as if he was exhausted, laughing desperately: "Hahahahaha!"

In the horrified eyes of more than a dozen Army soldiers, White kissed the land under his feet, and then shouted wildly: "I'm back! I'm back alive!"

Those who have not experienced Brest air combat will not experience this feeling. They have lost more than 80% of the hurricane fighters, and countless P-40s shot down and spitfires.

These losses make every pilot who returns alive and cry. It is definitely God's favor to be able to return.

White is a lucky pilot. He used his superb flying skills and great luck to persevere until the end and became the lucky one who came back alive.

He was excited and whistled to the sky, venting his emotions. How many people may never come back and cannot return to their hometown.

God bless you! More return planes appeared in the sky above White's head. White seemed to think something was wrong, but she didn't know what she was afraid of.

He looked at the sky carefully. When he saw his familiar figure, he suddenly realized that these bombers flew back were German bombers!

"Stuka!" He looked at the German planes following the British bomber back in shock, and screamed in surprise: "That's the German plane!"

It was not just Stuka who returned with the British plane, including Ju-88 and He-111. Anyway, the Luftwaffe sent out all the planes that could be found this time.

Kesseling had long left Brest's counterattack plan, waiting for the opportunity for British planes to return.

German fighters taking off at the front-line airports returned after defeating the British bomber troops. Ju-88 and He-111 that took off from these airports will follow the British bomber to rush directly into the British mainland.

The mission of these aircraft is to bomb the planes that recycle the return flights and remove the camouflaged ground field airports.

Although this kind of trailing action cannot be completely hidden from the other party's early warning system, it can also minimize the reaction time.

What the Luftwaffe wants is this short time difference so that its bomber troops can destroy some British frontline field airports.

Although the evaluation results are as follows, such counterattack results should not be significant, but they will also put some pressure on the enemy.

In fact, the counterattack of the Luftwaffe was really not successful. Although the British were unable to take off many fighter jets to intercept due to time difference, the Luftwaffe itself was unable to carry out large-scale escorts due to time difference.

Several German planes were shot down and the counterattack ended in a hurry. The German bomber troops only destroyed a few airports, so they had to worry about the interception of the Royal Air Force and chose to return and leave.

On the ground, White hiked on the forest trail and looked at the German bomber returning above his head, feeling uncomfortable.

He saw the anti-aircraft gun positions in the forest firing constantly, and also saw the blocking balloons swaying in the wind by the beach - this war was really chaotic, so chaos that it made him a little confused.

He was supposed to intercept the enemy's plane in the sky, but he stood on the ground and became a spectator. He was originally going to carry out an offensive mission, but he saw with his own eyes the way his motherland was attacked by others.

"Sir! Your ID has been confirmed... But the bombing caused chaos, and we cannot prove your true identity." The Army patrol captain handed over White's ID and said in an apology.

German spies have caused great headaches for Britain, so they should carefully identify those who jump or swim to the shore.

White had no choice but to hand over his pistol, and then followed the patrol to the nearby military camp to wait for the verification procedures above.

Sometimes it takes 3 days to verify, and sometimes it takes 7 days or even longer. The unlucky guy who was imprisoned can only wait, waiting for the final result like a prisoner of war.

"The Germans are getting stronger and stronger now... There were at least 60 planes in the bombing just now, right?" He said while checking White's pistol and the bullets inside, the captain of the Army Patrol.

Huaiti nodded and agreed: "There are almost 60 aircraft, and there may be 80 aircraft, which are all numbers that Germany often dispatches."

...

In the office of the head of state of the Prime Minister's Office, Berlin, Germany, Bauman walked to Li Le's desk with a happy look on his face and smiled.

He stood attentively and saluted, and handed the document to the head of state who was waiting for the news: "My head of state! The Brest air battle has just been decided, and we have repelled the British attack."

"What is the result of the battle?" Li Le nodded with satisfaction. The "radar-fighter" air defense system he worked hard to manage finally lived up to expectations and showed its due power.

"The shooting down numbers are under statistics. Our army lost about 90 aircraft, and the British lost more than 350 aircraft!" Baumann reported an exaggerated data.

Li Le laughed, then closed the record in front of him, shook his head and said, "Put out one-third of the data of the Air Force as water, and the remaining 80% are real."

His words made Bauman amused. The head of state secretary smiled and nodded, and said indifferently: "It's the head of state that you know Marshal Goring. I think they know this themselves."

Exaggerated military record, which is something that all troops will do more or less occasionally. If you look at a country's war report unilaterally, it will probably cause a lot of jokes.

Not to mention the shameless Japan's moves thousands of miles to annihilate the enemy, just talking about the US's bragging in the Gulf War, it can be described as a waste of books...

"Let them count carefully, don't be too exaggerated..." Li Le handed back the document to Bauman and made his own statement.
Chapter completed!