Luftwaffe Lieutenant Kohluk. Heinrich stood on a high control tower and looked down at the field airfield in front of him. Seven of the eight reconnaissance planes have landed, and if the last one can still return safely, then the facts will prove that the tactics formulated by the command are effective, and when he submits the report, he can popularize it to the entire air force.

"Lieutenant, Hansburg still hasn't been contacted, but the command center has sent a message that the radar shows that they have flown over the coastline, thirty kilometers from the airport, maybe they have a radio problem." The intelligence non-commissioned officer of the reconnaissance squadron stood under the tower and shouted at the squadron leader who was looking at the wolf on the tower.

"Have fire trucks and ambulances on standby by the runway and hopefully they don't get into any trouble." Heinrich gestured to the tower dispatcher, then turned and ran down the stairs briskly.

"Lieutenant, Hans the Big is a good pilot, and Hans Jr. is a clever fellow, and they will be fine." The staff officer held a cigarette in his mouth and a silver cigarette case with an open lid in his hand.

Pulling a cigarette from the cigarette case, Heinrich pulled a lighter out of his pocket. "They came back too late, Hans wasn't a random person to change plans, according to the flight plan, he should have stood in front of me half an hour ago to make a flight report."

"Maybe it's a yaw, I've heard some pilots say that sometimes the compass spins around when flying in the strait."

"It's a good day and you just need to pull it up. The coastline can be seen as far as the eye can see. They weren't single-seater fighters, and little Hans was a very good forest pilot, and the time was too long. They shouldn't have much fuel left. The squadron leader took a deep puff of his cigarette, took a slip from his pocket and handed it to the non-commissioned officer, then turned and looked over the runway.

"The planes of the second squad will be put into storage for maintenance as soon as possible, and we will vacate the taxiway and the tarmac, where two squadrons of destroyers and one squadron of fighters will be stationed around four o'clock in the afternoon. It will be full of planes when the time comes. ”

"Let me see, from Norway? Hopefully I can bring something good, the club is running out of stock. ”

"Their logistical support will not arrive until three days later. Maybe longer, hopefully they brought enough tents. ”

"Lieutenant, I heard from the pilot that the base over there in Calais is now full of planes. Is it going to be a general attack? ”

"It should be soon, we are reconnaissance planes, scouts, and we are always on the front line. This time, I may even have to set up a plane myself. ”

This field airfield is located between Boulogne and Calais. Less than fifty kilometres from the coastline, crossed by short cliffs of hills along the coast, it is a natural gentle plateau surrounded by shrubs, a small river flows slowly two kilometres away, only a few farms for a few dozen kilometres around, a two-lane road close to the railway line connecting Boulogne and Calais, and the base sappers spent a week laying an asphalt auxiliary road from five kilometres away to the airport.

As a matter of fact. To this day, the field airfield is not fully completed. Sappers are still busy working on the perimeter. From afar, groups of large construction machinery shuttled back and forth, heavy engines spewed green smoke frantically, and sappers struggled to wield various pickaxes, hoes, shovels, and mallets, and the sky was full of dust.

According to the blueprint, this will be a large air base with four runways capable of taking off large bombers, but now only two field runways have been laid, a small number of basic living facilities and ground support plant sheds, aircraft hangars and ammunition and fuel storage yards have been established, observation posts and control towers have been erected, pilot dormitories, briefing rooms, duty lounges and canteens have been set up, barbed wire, machine gun forts and antiaircraft artillery bunkers have been set up around the airport, and an antiaircraft artillery battalion has been arranged, which can barely meet the needs of the air force in combat and lifeHowever, due to the lack of barracks, many engineers and garrison anti-aircraft artillery units are still confined to tents near the airport, but the Air Force welcomes them to share the bathroom and the soldiers' club out of gratitude, as long as it does not interfere with the pilots' mission.

The two 350-meter-long field runways in this base that the lieutenant cared about and interested him the most were them. The lieutenant has also visited many field airfields under construction in Germany, and has the impression that it will take at least eight months to a year to lay a concrete runway, and the field runway will also take more than three months, and it is only a simple dirt runway, which can only take off light fighters and small transport aircraft.

Although there are many models that can take off as long as it is a flat land, it is too practical to land in place, because natural flat land often has some small ditches, small pits, small mounds or something, and if you accidentally land, it will become a forced landing.

The Luftwaffe suffered similar hardships at the field airfields in Poland, where the Poles' monoplane pesticide planes landed slowly, were light, equipped with sturdy fixed landing gear, and could fall anywhere, so they only needed to build a row of wooden houses on a flat ground and hoe off some grass a little, sometimes not even removing the grass, and then pressing it twice with a stone grinder to claim to be a field airfield. As a result, the BF109, which likes to land at high speed, performed all kinds of tumbling on the Polish lawn, who would have thought that there would be a slope in the middle of the runway, a rabbit hole in the ground, and a plane jumping around as soon as it touched the ground.

Therefore, if there are conditions, it is better to take off and land on the regular runway, and the newly built dirt runway will be dusty when flying together, and the planes behind will be chaotic in front of them, and they must wait until the dust in front of them is exhausted before they can continue to take off. When it rains, it will be muddy all over, and the runway is still a trivial matter, and when the roadbed sinks, the runway becomes a murder trap, and it is completely useless. Therefore, an airport with a soil-based runway can only play a real role after it has been used continuously for more than half a year, when various vehicles and planes have completely crushed the runway, the grass does not grow and the rain does not soak through, and the surrounding open space also grows lawns, and it is no longer dusty.

This time was completely different, and the sappers somehow got a pile of prefabricated channel steel with holes five meters long and half a meter wide, pressed into strips, with reserved bolt holes on both sides of each steel plate. After the sappers had leveled the ground with heavy forklifts and rollers, they connected the channels in rows, added rivets and bolts, and laid them on the earthen roadbed, where they were spot-welded a few times. Then a steel runway made of thousands of prefabricated steel plates was presented to the pilots.

When Heinrich first landed on this runway, it felt almost indistinguishable from a concrete runway, and the level of flatness and solidity far exceeded that of a normal field airfield. Moreover, the engineer commander said that this kind of runway is laid quickly, the renovation is simple, there will be no water accumulation, and the channel steel is pressed into a concave and convex ribbon with protruding edges, which is the best anti-skid structure, and the aircraft does not have to worry about skidding in the rain at all. In addition, this kind of runway is very easy to do emergency repairs, and if it encounters bombing by enemy aircraft, the regiment commander has repeatedly emphasized here that if it is, then as long as the crater is filled with mud and rock, and then a few rows of prefabricated steel plates are resurfaced, the take-off and landing capability can be restored immediately.

The base was built entirely from scratch by the Luftwaffe itself, and as far as the lieutenant knew, there were dozens of similar bases along the southern coast of France, most of which had already been grounded and settled in the air force as the one in front of them.

"This is an order from the High Command, issued by the Führer himself, don't ask me why, you will understand the meaning of it in the battle, carry it out immediately, lieutenant." This was what the staff officer of the 4th Air Division said when he conveyed the order to transfer the field.

"They're back!" The lookout on the tower waved his binoculars and shouted loudly

"One of the engines is dead!"

"We went to the side of the runway and let the fire trucks and ambulances start." Lieutenant Heinrich threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and walked quickly towards the BMW three-wheeled motorcycle parked next to the tower.

Messerschmidt began to enter the landing course, made a big nose turn, and the plane swayed a few times before settling again.

As a powerful heavy fighter, the BF110 is fully capable of single-engine flight, but due to design problems, when the BF110 lands with a single engine, it becomes very dangerous. Because this aircraft has a habit of putting down the flaps, the nose will suddenly rise up, and originally because there is only a single flight, although the power can support conventional flight, but when the flaps are put in the take-off and landing position, the resistance increases, and it is difficult to pull the aircraft up again by the power of a single engine, if the flight attitude suddenly changes, and an inexperienced pilot, it is easy to enter a stall state without defense, and at this time it is very close to the ground, and the engine power is insufficient, The angle of the body leads to the uneven passing rate of the airflow on each power surface, and it is difficult for the driver's adjustment action to respond quickly, so it often causes serious accidents.

This bad habit of the aircraft has led to many BF110 pilots often choosing to force land directly on the belly without putting the flaps when they encounter a problem with one of the engines of their aircraft, so in the original time and space, the coasts of France and Norway can see the belly of the BF110 forced landing everywhere.

However, the Hansburg did not choose to make a forced landing on the belly, and from the position of the airport, he was able to see his shadow with the naked eye, and he had already lowered the landing gear.

"Big Hans knows the flying habits of this plane very well, and I think he must be sure of it, and he will be able to succeed." The staff sergeant stirred the throttle and carried Heinrich towards the runway.

BF110 nose aimed at the runway began to descend, at a height of fifty meters from the runway put down the flaps, the aircraft immediately raised the nose, and then the fuselage sank down with a proud attitude, three o'clock at the same time, due to the landing speed is too fast, the plane bounced slightly, and then fell back to the ground steadily, after taxiing for a distance, the pilot stepped on the wheel brakes, in a stream of brake pads rubbing the green smoke, Messerschmidt continued to taxi for more than ten meters and then slightly clicked the nose, It then stopped in the middle of the runway. Fire trucks and ambulances waiting on the side of the runway, as well as a large group of pilots and ground crew, swarmed towards the plane. (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)