Aitmatov sat in the navigator's cabin of the Tupolev SB-2 rapid-bomber, looking at the ground through the fully transparent cockpit.

In the past winter, the Finnish plains were only monotonous snow white, but in the late winter of 1940 there were many different colors – large patches of bright red stained on the snow white, iron-gray tanks that had not yet had time to be painted with winter camouflage, and dark green trucks full of Soviet corpses.

The colorful plains did not make Aitmatov feel a little happy.

"Vasilyev, what exactly do you say we are fighting this war for?" Aitmatov put his hands on the twin 7.62mm Skars machine gun and asked Vasilyev, who was intently piloting the plane behind him.

"For what?" Vasilyev replied, "Of course, for the sake of the great Soviet Union, the great Leningrad from the aggression of those evil capitalists!" ”

"To protect from aggression...... Is it? "But this war was started by us, and before that there were decades of peace, and no one died because of the greed of the Finns, but now ......"

"If we don't start this war, sooner or later Finland will do it against us with the support of Germany – there is no doubt about that – and more of our countrymen will die in the war."

"But......" Aitmatov wanted to say something.

"Don't be! These things are not what you and I should think about, we are just soldiers, and how to better complete the task is what we should think about. Just leave the rest to Comrade Stalin, and he will lead us to strength! Vasilyev, who had a "brilliant brain" with Aitmatov, was a little impatient.

"Is Comrade Stalin necessarily right?" Aitmatov muttered.

"Are you suspicious of Comrade Stalin?!" Vasilyev's eyes widened in surprise, "Comrade Stalin could not be wrong!" Your thoughts are dangerous, my dear Davarich, and I don't want to see your name on the list – even though it's been almost two years since the end of the campaign, you and I both know that new names are constantly being added to the list. ”

"I did not doubt Comrade Stalin, of course he could not go wrong." Aitmatov's face changed, and he hurriedly changed his words.

"Then don't give me all that miscellaneous stuff, and do the task at hand seriously!" Vasilyev said, "See how far we are from the damn Finnish field airfield that the briefing said? ”

Hearing this, Aitmatov took out a map from the map bag on his waist, and after finding the Soviet position he had just flown over, he measured the straight-line distance between the position and the target point.

"There's still about 70 kilometers to go." Aitmatov put away the map.

At this time, the commander's voice also reached everyone's ears through the headphones.

"There are still 10 minutes to go to the target, and the planes are beginning to descend in altitude, comrades, we have no fighter cover for this operation, so everyone must control the speed above the maximum speed of the Finnish fighters, otherwise I am not sure that the 6mm bulletproof steel plate behind you can block the bullets of the Finnish fighters for you."

After hearing the command, each aircraft answered a sound, and then slowly pushed the control stick to control the SB-2M-103 fast bomber, which was already flying at a low altitude, to fly lower, and at the same time pushed the throttle to increase the throttle valve.

The two 960-horsepower Klimov M-103 aero engines then roared at full power, raising the bomber carrying two 500KG bombs with a total weight of more than five tons to a speed of 420 kilometers, which is basically absolutely safe compared to the current battlefield environment.

Because the equipment of the Finnish Air Force is very poor, the strongest fighter it has is the Dutch-made Fokker D.XXI fighter, this aircraft has a maximum flight speed of only 440 kilometers per hour, although it is a little faster than the maximum speed of 423 kilometers per hour of the SB-2M-103, but in actual combat the difference of 17 kilometers per hour is of no use at all.

The only ME109E-1 that can effectively intercept SB-2M-103 fast bombers in Finnish skies today is the German Volunteer Air Force, but the German Volunteer Air Force is not large, with only 36 fighters, and before more "German support forces" arrive in Finland, they need to provide air cover for the German ground forces in the Bechaimo area, and cannot afford to send fighters to the central theater of operations, which was ravaged by the Soviet Red Army.

It was only after seeing this clearly that the Soviet Air Force dared not to equip the fast bomber group with escort fighters.

The 10-minute flight passed quickly, and the group of 20 bombers successfully found the Finnish field airfield mentioned in the briefing, and thanks to the speed and suddenness of the Soviet bomber group, the Finnish side had obviously just learned of the attack of the Soviet bomber group, and only a few old British "Bulldog" biplane fighters were ready for battle in the sky.

And these "bulldogs" did not insult their name, regardless of their own quality and quantity, they rushed towards the Soviet fleet in a state of death.

In the face of the clumsy "bulldog", the Soviet bombers did not bother to entangle with it too much, and rushed straight towards the airfield, dropping 500 kg bombs one after another.

The sound of explosions sounded one after another in the airport, and the runway, which was not solid, was suddenly blown to shreds, just like a field ploughed by an old ox, and more than a dozen planes in the airport did not escape their fate, and under the "obscenity" of the Soviet bombers, they became pieces of pieces, and even the underground oil depot was ignited by aerial bombs, and the entire airport was plunged into a sea of fire.

Confirming that there was no longer a complete Finnish airfield, the Soviet bombers shook their wings and turned their fuselages to fly towards their own airfield.

The operation seemed like a leisurely stroll for the Soviet pilots, without even the slightest difficulty, but for the Finns it was a slap in the face.

The Finnish pilot, who had been evacuated urgently, stood on the snowy field, watched the extremely arrogant Soviet bomber group devastate their own airfield and then went away in a dashing manner, and then looked at their own fighter planes hovering helplessly in the sky, and could not help but feel a trace of grievance in their hearts.

If we talk about the strength of the pilots alone, all of them have the confidence to beat ten Soviet pilots - the fragments of the I-15 and I-16 all over the front line are enough to prove this.

“TMD！ These shitty Soviets! Ahtisaari kicked a nearby tree to vent his feelings, but instead shook off the snow from the tree and sprinkled himself.

This made him even more angry.

"yes." Savanto looked at the "bulldogs" who seemed a little "helpless": "If we can have such an excellent fighter as the ME109, how can we make the Soviet devils so arrogant?" ”

At this time, the leader of the fighter squadron they were in happened to walk into the ranks in the snow.

Compared to the angry or frustrated faces of the others, the squadron leader was full of smiles.

"Hey, how do you know what that means?" The squadron leader said to Savanto with a smile.

"What?" Everyone looked at the squadron leader suspiciously.

"The order I just got." The squadron leader proudly waved a piece of paper in his hand, "From Field Marshal Mannerheim, he ordered all members of our 24th Fighter Squadron to go to Germany for training on new aircraft - we happened to be unlucky enough to let people blow up the base - Respected Lyon Yuan donated a full 120 ME109E-2 fighters to us free of charge!" ”