When he received the order to attack, Captain Herman had just finished breakfast and was playing poker with a few comrades in the lounge while waiting for take-off training. This morning, Herman had bad luck and had already lost several times in a row. But this time, his luck returned. In this one, he touched two kings and three A's, and this time he won. However, at this moment, the alarm bell for the attack suddenly rang violently.

As soon as he heard the bell, Matra, who was next to him, immediately threw all the pokers in his hand on the table, stood up and ran. Herman glanced at the table, grandma's, what are the cards of Matera, there are not even two "j", there are all "3", "5" things. This guy won the most just now, and now he actually ran like this!

However, the alarm bell was still ringing, and Herman did not dare to stop, so he could only follow and run outside. It's just that while running, I complained in my heart: "It's not too soon, it's not too late, but at this time, it can be seen that it's a ......"

It was only when he sat in the cramped cabin of the FW-190A4 that Herman realized that this was not the bell for the training start, but a sortie to attack a group of Soviet bombers who had just attacked a German airfield. Although Herman was puzzled that the Soviet bombers would come here for no reason to find their deaths, the higher authorities told him that this was true, that this was not a drill, this was not a drill!

The first to take off were a group of Ju-88s, these dive bombardments with the nickname "Doctor Almighty".