"Your Excellency, the latest report from the front: the Imperial Air Force has already smashed the Russian Air Force's interception." German Air Force Chief of Staff General Hugo Sperrle reported.
"Excellent! It has not even been half an hour. It seems our pilots did not slack off after a winter of rest." Field Marshal Albert Kesselring wore a broad smile.
"Yes, Marshal. The FW-190 fighter's performance has undoubtedly been proven once again! It is simply impossible for the Russian Air Force to contend with us." Marshal Edward Milch also spoke.
"Mm, are our losses heavy?" Field Marshal Albert Kesselring asked.
"Your Excellency, our losses are not great. Since the battle began, we have lost roughly a hundred aircraft." General Hugo Sperrle replied.
Losing over a hundred combat aircraft in half an hour was undoubtedly a very rapid rate of loss. However, compared with the results achieved, it was actually nothing much. The Bolshevik Air Force had lost far more aircraft than the German Air Force. While it was still impossible to tally the final battle losses, that much was easily apparent from the reports coming in from the front.
"Over a hundred pilots! I hope they can make it back safely!" Field Marshal Albert Kesselring said.
Marshal Edward Milch and General Hugo Sperrle said nothing. They both knew perfectly well that even if the pilots of those shot-down aircraft successfully parachuted out, it was almost impossible for them to return safely. Especially now that fighters on both sides had begun targeting the enemy pilots descending by parachute, being shot down meant death. Even if they landed safely, once the Russian Army captured them, those German pilots would absolutely meet no good end. What awaited them would be cruel slaughter.
"Have the follow-up bomber units arrived? It will be up to