The British have made it clear that they will shift the focus of their air strikes from cities to factories that produce V1 missiles, V1 missile storage, launchers, and transportation hubs to these places. Without the cooperation of the British, without the more than 1,000 heavy bombers in the hands of the British, the strength in the hands of Li Mei alone would not be enough to maintain the current intensity of the attack on the city and at the same time suppress the factories that may be used to produce the ME-262. Now, it is imperative to revise the original battle plan.

"Now, it's no longer necessary to keep bombing big cities." Ron said this when several Yankees were behind closed doors after the British left.

Seeing that both Doolittle and LeMay were looking at him, Ron smiled wryly and added: "According to our original plan, under the premise that we continue to inflict devastating blows on German cities, Hitler will force the Luftwaffe and us to fight hard." But now, this hand is probably not working. Because the Luftwaffe could reply with 'we are also bombing Britain'. And a gambler like Hitler, who is full of aggression, will definitely choose the latter between passively blocking the enemy's attack and exchanging injuries with the enemy through counterattacks. In this way, even if we bombed Berlin badly, as long as Hitler believed that he had also bombed London badly, he would be very satisfied. In this way, the possibility of putting pressure on the Luftwaffe with the help of Hitler to force them to a decisive battle with us is essentially non-existent. ”

~一~本~Read~ Novel ybdu "So what do you think we should do next?" Doolittle asked.

"Bombing and jet fighter jet-related factories, airfields, delaying it for mass service. At the same time, I have such an idea...... However, this will require more fighters, and if I can increase the number of fighters and pilots in my hands by another twenty percent, it will be almost enough. In fact, according to Ron's calculations, the existing number is basically enough. After all, the Germans had suffered considerable losses some time ago, and now they may not be able to counter Ron's actions. But when you ask for something, be sure to open your mouth widely. You know, "the child who can scream has milk" is applicable to almost any country on the planet.

"Ron, you yourself are from the fighter unit, and you have been responsible for the training of fighter pilots, and the fighter is okay, but it is really difficult to increase the number of fighter pilots by twenty percent. Your mouth is too wide open! Doolittle laughed.

"General, I also know that it is difficult to ask for an increase of twenty percent of the pilots. But, as you know, if we say to the country, 'Give us another 10 percent pilot,' they end up giving up to 5 percent. So ......" At this, Ron himself laughed.

"But if you can give more planes, the pilot will have a way to solve it. We can get those pilots who fly the P-47 to switch to the P-51 and the new P-81. If, after a period of use, the reliability of the P-81 is proven to be trustworthy, it is better to replace it with the P-81. ”

"I'll make a request from above. You can't expect too much though. You know, now there are planes everywhere in the race. In addition, in your plan, those P-47s are not needed for the time being, can you send them out to help the British carry out the task of intercepting V1 missiles. ”

……

"Your Excellency, the Führer orders us to intensify our attacks on London." An attendant officer said to the newly appointed commander of the Third Air Force, Field Marshal Catherine.

"Call back to the Führer right away and say that we are ready to launch more missiles at London. In addition, the production of ME-262 will be accelerated. Let's just say this to the Führer, let's just say that the ME-262 can be converted into high-speed bombers, and we are ready to use them to bomb the British......"

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In France, north of Calais, there is a small village that looks very peaceful on the edge of the mountains. Looking down from the plane, you can see the red-tiled roofs hidden in the greenery. On one side of the village, a barn was built, and on the hill, there was a chapel.

There are also farms next to the villages, and there are farmers working in the fields.

However, this is all just a disguise. Whether it's a house, or a farmer in the field, it's all fake. This was actually a firing site for the Luftwaffe to launch V1 missiles into the UK.

If the pilots of Allied reconnaissance planes flying through the sky could stand on the ground and observe them up close, they would have discovered all sorts of special things about the village.

In front of that barn, there is something that looks like a winch belt from the air, but on the ground, you will find that the belt is too thick. It's actually a camouflaged V1 missile slide. The part of the slide on the ground is not long, but the unseen end of it goes straight into the ground of the reinforced concrete "barn".

Right underground, there is a huge cavern that stores the V1 missiles that are about to be launched. As soon as the order is given from above, the door of the "barn" will be opened, and one V1 missile after another will take off from the missile slide and then go straight to London.

There are several more such buildings in this "village". Some of them are disguised as water reservoirs, and missile slides are disguised as aqueducts; Some were disguised as ordinary houses, and the missile slides were disguised as grape trellises. In fact, the entire underground of the "village" was hollowed out, and underneath were extremely resistant reinforced concrete fortifications.

A small railway passed not far from the village, and then went headlong into a tunnel through the mountain, and in that tunnel there was a fork in the road, and the train turned a corner, and before you knew it, it reached the underground station of the "village", and then all sorts of things were transported in stealthily.

In order to cover this "village", the Germans also built some false targets on the other side of the mountain: there were barracks, there were fake launch guides.

Of course, this "village" is not without flaws. First of all, in order to prevent someone from inadvertently approaching and discovering any clues, the Germans made this large area a no-go area. In doing so, on the contrary, it has played the role of "there is no silver three hundred taels here," and it is easy to attract the attention of real spy personnel.

The second is that the peasant women in this "village" are so tall and stout that they are no different from men. (It was originally a man's outfit.) If there are only men and no women in a village, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not attract people's attention, but the German army does not have many female soldiers, so it can only be wronged by those old men who wear flower skirts to pretend to be. If only one or two of these were inadequate, but it would not be surprising that all the peasant women who appeared in the aerial photographs were so tall.

But the flaw was so small that the British didn't really notice it. However, such a mysterious military restricted area still attracted the attention of the French resistance groups.

Proust was a handsome young man, with his curly hair and straight nose like a statue of David, and when he laughed, he was like the golden sun on the golden wheat fields of Arles, and his blue eyes always reminded people of Lake Annecy in the foothills of the Alps.

However, since the arrival of the Germans in leather boots in Paris, he has rarely been seen smiling, and he has become so quiet that his whole body seems to be a moving marble statue. He doesn't usually go out much, and he has cut off contact with most of his past friends, including many sad girls. Unbeknownst to them, he had become a resistance fighter, a member of the French Communist Party. He evaded the Gestapo many times, and once killed traitors who betrayed the organization under the nose of the Gestapo. In the archives of the Gestapo, he records his pseudonym "Anjola". There is also a note next to it: "High priority target, extremely dangerous!" ”

However, in the French Communist Party, his superiors did not seem to rate him as highly as the Germans. Comrade Anjola's appearance was so noticeable (that when the Gestapo tried to arrest him, the order to the secret police was to arrest a handsome guy when they saw him) and he was too adventurous. Therefore, although the organization admits that he is loyal and determined, he has outstanding ability, and can always complete those extremely difficult tasks. But he was always worried that he would mess things up because of unnecessary risks. So they sent him a partner, an older and more experienced comrade. This comrade's name is Yu Lian, and he has a nickname called "Old Gun".

Now, Anjola and Old Gun have received an order to locate the V1 missile base that may be hiding in that military exclusion zone north of Calais. A pseudonym "James?? Bond's British agents will work with them on this mission.

On a moonless night, the agent parachuted off Calais on a Royal Air Force Mosquito bomber, and then made contact with the organization as agreed.

Late at night, in an old house in a village outside Calais, "James?? Bond met Anjola and Old Gun.

Thick curtains hung from the windows, and in the dim light, James was about to show his two collaborators aerial images of the military exclusion zone north of Calais, when suddenly the sound of a dog barking was heard from outside. Angela immediately stood up and turned off the light. The "old gun" also immediately pulled out his pistol. James?? Bond quickly packed up his things.

Victor, the old homeowner, lifted the curtains and looked out, and he saw the lights of motorcycles and cars.

"It's German. I know a path that I can take you out of here! Victor said.

"No, father, I'd better go! I'm much more nimble than you are. Victor's daughter Epenny said.

"Epenny," old Victor said, turning to look at her, "you know, in war, some people die, some mutiny, some wait, you are a girl, you should wait. ”

With that, old Victor picked up his crutch, pushed open the door and walked out. Anjola, the old gun, and James?? Bond followed him and disappeared into the darkness.