Major Mirell, the Third Reich Air Force, was the commander of the 38th German Fighter Squadron and an excellent pilot. He has never stopped fighting since the Battle of Poland. He participated in almost all major air battles carried out by Germany on various battlefields and was able to skillfully manipulate various aircraft in the Luftwaffe.

Whether it is fighter jets, bombers, transport aircraft, gliders, reconnaissance aircraft, or the most famous Stuka dive bomber, he could flexibly operate and pilot. Until February 19, 1944, he had launched 1,260 attacks, shot down 138 enemy planes, destroyed 65 tanks, injured 3 small warships, destroyed 38 artillery positions, and nearly 300 other vehicles. This record was also quite good among German pilots.

But what made Major Mirell famous throughout the army was not his impressive record, but his ability to escape from death. Major Mirell was shot down 88 times in previous battles. In other words, Lieutenant Colonel Mirell had 88 experiences of parachuting or forced landing, and each time he landed in the enemy war zone. But he could escape safely and not even have any hair on his body. There were even a few times when he drove a civilian plane stolen from the enemy war zone and flew back to the German war zone.

This series of incredible experiences made Major Mirell a role model for pilots in Germany to learn from, and was nicknamed the Night Wind Crow.

When Marshal Gerthyun ordered the formation of a jet fighter unit, Major Mirell, who could operate various aircraft and had countless air escapes, was naturally selected first. He became the first commander of a jet aircraft formation in human history, and he was about to become the first commander in human history to lead a jet aircraft formation to meet the enemy.

That afternoon, Major Mirell wiped his landline before the end of his day's work as usual, a Me-262 jet fighter numbered 001. Mirell patiently wiped every piece of dirt and oil stain on the fuselage. As a pilot, this hardworking major has always followed a principle. The plane is his own life and he must treat his plane like a lover. Only in this way can you get corresponding rewards. This may also be the experience summarized by Mirell after his escape.

After wiping, Major Mirell couldn't help but smile knowingly at the white and smooth fuselage as a mirror.

Major Mirell was already in full swing on the Eastern Front, but an order from the Supreme Command of the Third Reich Air Force transferred him from the front line with smoke to the rear. Mirell had a lot of complaints about this, but as soon as he saw these planes without propellers, the excellent pilot immediately stopped opposing it.

After the following various test flights and training flights, Mirell fell in love with this extremely fast aircraft. He never thought that there would be an airplane of this speed in this world. It was too fast, too fast, so fast that it was simply unimaginable. Compared with other German fighters, it was simply the difference between a lame donkey and a sweat-blooded BMW.

But in recent days, Major Mirell has been a little upset. Since the flight training of the jet fighter has been completed, he has led a flight squadron of more than 50 jet fighters to the Normandy area and joined the Normandy battle.

Mirell wanted to teach his most annoying Americans and British in the French sky, and let them see what the real Third Reich Air Force was. But what he never expected was that a command issued by Marshal Gesyun to prevent all aircraft from attacking would make the glorious moment of the historic battle of jet fighters postponed indefinitely.

Mirell originally thought that this was only temporary. When the battle was fierce in a few days, he could drive a jet fighter to show his might. But what he didn't expect was that Marshal Gesyun issued a retreat order within a few days of the Battle of Normandy. The jet squadron he was in would also retreat to the Belgian border on March 6. This situation made Mirell feel very depressed. When will it be his turn to appear and go for a momentum!

"Oh, it's so unlucky! I really hope to beat the Americans in the sky and beat the British." Mirell patted his smooth fuselage and sighed while setting a target for himself. He must not be shot down again in the future, and he will definitely destroy more Allied aircraft.

"Major Mirell, Major Mirell" Just as Mirell was about to return to the camp to rest, a correspondent at the airport rushed from the other end of the airport runway, and in a blink of an eye he rushed to Major Mirell. He sent a telegram without breathing breath, "Major Mirell, Marshal Gerthyun issued an order and found British armored troops in the right wing of the Normandy defense line. These British men were about to encounter the Tiger King Tank Battalion. Marshal Gerthyun's order was to let our jet fighter squadron attack immediately, face the possible Allied fighter jets, and provide fire support to the Tiger King Tank Battalion, and absolutely protect the Tiger King Tank."

"Really,? Didn't you lie to me?" Major Mirell snatched the telegram and spread it in his hand and looked carefully. The black and white words on the telegram and Marshal Gesyun's autograph. They all told Mirell very clearly that this was indeed Marshal Gesyun's order. His jet troops were finally able to attack.

"Come here! The whole army gathers, the whole army gathers, brothers, we are going to take action." Major Mirell's rough roar echoed at the airport. The excited pilot squeezed out his chest and asked his subordinates to gather quickly and prepare to attack. An air battle that would be recorded in history.

At this time, next to an unknown wood in the Normandy area, a battle between tanks is about to begin.

After Eisenhower issued the order to pursue, British Lieutenant General Grenem immediately drew the most elite troops in the British Second Army and rushed directly to the German defense zone. Major Adams, the most powerful general under Lieutenant General Grenem, led an armored force to lead the way for the entire British army to attack.

Five M5A1 light tanks, 14 "Cromwell" infantry tanks and several firefly tanks, and four reconnaissance vehicles and 20 M21 semi-armored vehicles formed the British vanguard, and walked to the front. Along the way, this armored force was not blocked by any German army, but directly entered the depth of Normandy and entered the flank of the German defense line.

British Army Major Adams stood on a Cromwell tank, enjoying the romantic scenery of the French countryside while always watching the surroundings. He was not blocked at all along the way, which made Major Adams feel a little proud and relaxed his due vigilance. In his eyes, the Germans were garbage, and the British Empire's troops were the most powerful and combat-effective in the world.

"Major Adams, we haven't met the Germans along the way. Where did they go? Did the Germans really give up the entire Normandy area?" The driver who was driving a tank asked his commander.

Adams watched the surroundings with his eyes fixed on his eyes and replied lightly, "It is very likely that the Germans' troops in the Normandy area are far behind us, so it is very normal for them to run with their tails. If they don't run yet, they are crazy."

Adams answered, lifted up his telescope and searched for places where enemies might appear.

What appeared on the telescope was just a scene of the French plain, and only in the dense woods beside a wheat field could the enemy be hidden. But Adams immediately rejected the place. His armored troops were only 500 meters away from the woods. With the German character, they had already fired fire. At this distance, German artillery could easily destroy his own tanks.

"Notify all the chariots and move forward carefully. We will run for another 3 kilometers and stop and rest." Adams issued an order a little irritatedly. He suddenly had a bad premonition. After passing by the god of death on the battlefield for a long time, he had a spirituality to predict danger, and this feeling saved him countless times.

"Yes! Major Adams" correspondent issued this order to all the chariots via radio.

At this time, what the British did not know was that in the woods more than 500 meters away from them, more than 80 Tiger King tanks hidden in the bushes had already exposed their hideous fangs. The 88mm tank gun on the Tiger King tank aimed at the British who were slowly moving forward.

At this distance, the Tiger King's 88mm tank gun can break through the front armor of these British tanks like tearing apart paper. The 88mm tank gun on the Tiger King's tank is much more powerful than the 88mm cannon on the Tiger tank. The same 88mm can fire shells of two powers.

Major General Jack, the commander of the Tiger King Tank Battalion, stared at the British tank ahead with his eyes tightly. Although he understood that at this distance, he could easily destroy this British armored force. But he was still waiting, waiting for the best shooting angle, waiting for the British to get closer to him.

"General Jack, the chariots sent reports, they all made all preparations and could fire guns at any time." The correspondent gently reported the latest situation to his commander. The sound seemed quite loud inside the tank.

Major General Black Jack licked his dry lips, looked at the British tanks that had entered the best assault location, and ordered "Let the tanks choose their targets freely, first attack the British tanks, and prepare to fire."

"Each tank is free to choose its target, first attack the British tanks and prepare to fire the guns." The correspondent conveyed the order via radio.
Chapter completed!