"Aircraft! We need aircraft to pin down the Germans' powerful air force. Otherwise, there's simply no way we can hold out here. The Germans' air raids every day are inflicting unimaginable losses on us!" General Hamilton roared furiously.
Although Churchill had promised him that the air force would give its full support to the British Army's decisive battle at Canterbury, three days had already passed since the fighting began. Yet there had not been even a shadow of an air force plane. Instead, the British Army had suffered grievous losses under the German military's daily air raids. If this went on, troop morale would soon plummet straight into the abyss. How were they supposed to fight the Germans then?
"Commander, could those air force fellows be scared? They took quite a beating when they fought the Germans in the skies over France before. Those German aircraft are terrifyingly powerful!" General Haig said.
"No matter what, the air force must take to the skies and fight the Germans. If we keep getting strafed and bombed by them like this, there's no way we can continue this battle!" General Hamilton said with a dark expression.
The Naval Guns of the German Navy battleships had already placed them under immense pressure. The German Army Air Corps aircraft flew back and forth three or four times a day, constantly dropping bombs on British Army positions and cities, inflicting even greater losses on the British forces. It drove General Hamilton to the brink of exploding with rage.
The other British generals could only say no more. The German military's daily advance was not fast, but their Naval Guns and aircraft constantly inflicted losses on the British forces. It was like cutting open a vein in the British Army, then slowly watching it bleed without end.