"Did you see that? Are you sure it's them? "The commander of the 603rd Group of the Royal Air Force, Henry Brown. Air Force Lieutenant Russell anxiously watched the air with a telescope.

Lieutenant Russell was thirty-two years old, and he was in the prime of life, and the Russell family had a long history, many talents, and great glory. Lieutenant Russell is young and golden, his emotional intelligence is not low, he is good at managing interpersonal relationships, and he has been working up and down for many years, and his superiors and subordinates in the army are very fond of him, and he has established sufficient contacts in the army.

Due to the outbreak of war, Operation Generator was activated, and the former squadron leader led a squad to attack, and as a result, all members were unexpectedly killed in Dunkirk, and Second Lieutenant Russell was immediately promoted from the position of squadron deputy to flight squadron leader, and at the same time promoted to lieutenant. When the order was issued, the rest of the squadron rushed to tell each other, and they all rejoiced, thinking that the superior had finally issued a good order and selected an excellent commander for the squadron. But no one knew how devastating this order had been to Lieutenant Russell's life, and if he knew that he would suffer such a thing in the future, he really didn't want to be promoted.

Now, if anyone saw Russell, they probably wouldn't recognize him at all, the young officer who had always been known for his bold shots, extraordinary demeanor, elegant temperament, and gentlemanly taste in the officers' club and the Air Force Women's Support Corps. Now, the gold, which had been neatly combed in the past, was found to be a mess like a chicken coop, with obvious traces of black and brown oil. The navy blue officer's woolen uniform was crumpled like a rag, the blue shirt had an open neckline, the blue-black tie was loosely tied around the neck, and the gold-threaded rank mark on the sleeve was full of oil sludge and dirty, and the original material was completely unrecognizable. The canvas parachute bag hung heavily from his hips, the strap of the bag was tightly wrapped around his shoulders and waist, the sedging boots were covered in dust and oil, and there was barely any blood on his pale face. There were only bits of oil and dust, and two huge black circles.

"I've seen it, the second and fourth planes of the C team, plus the previous two, both squads are all back, we didn't lose a single plane this time, squadron leader, this is really lucky." Second Lieutenant Lancelot, the deputy captain, also looked at the sky with a telescope, and he said loudly.

"We didn't shoot a German plane either, the guys were too tired. This morning alone, the squadron has been fully dispatched four times, and the A squad has even been dispatched five times, and we now have no backup pilots. The fighter command is already crazy, and so are the Germans, these bastards raised by bitches, all of them are crazy! Lunatic! Russell stomped his feet through the binoculars and snarled at his teammate.

"Squadron Leader, we must obey the orders of the command, after all, there is no one but us who can stop the German planes. They attacked all the targets they could find on the line from Dover to Portsmouth. It was heard that two airfields near Hastings had been subjected to intensive attacks, and that four Hurricane squadrons had been determined to have been completely annihilated. The adjutant intended to boost the morale of the collapsing commander, but apparently didn't get the hang of it.

As he spoke, the two Spitfires staggered and slowly descended towards the runway. The long plane lowered its flaps. Gracefully descending, the plane gently bounced a few times on the dirt runway with sparse grass buds, and then came to a safe stop, followed by the pilot slightly increasing the throttle. The plane slowly slid off the runway and stopped on an open lawn.

The ground crew attached to the plane did not wait for the engine to turn off. Ignoring the three broadsword-like propellers that were still spinning rapidly, they hugged and surrounded them, and two ground crews climbed onto the wings and vigorously pulled open the Spitfire push-pull cockpit canopy, one of them bent down to help the pilot open the safety belt lock between his chest and abdomen, and then pulled the pilot out of the cockpit forcefully, and then the two people cooperated to help the pilot to the ground, and the other two ground crews immediately took over and helped the pilot to the side of the recliner and let him sit down and rest. The squadron's medic and nurse came running with a medicine kit and began to ask if he was injured or unwell.

At the same time, the ground crew standing on the wings had begun to drill into the cockpit of the aircraft for routine inspections, the fuselage access covers and interwing magazine covers were opened, the ordnance crew climbed onto the wing with the bullet box, a fuel trailer was pulled over, and the refueling crew dragged out the rubber tube attached to the fuel pump and waited for the mechanic to open the fuel tank cover. Everything looked like it was going on as usual, all the work was going on in a hurry and in an orderly manner, but insiders could already tell from the movements and expressions of these people that the pressure was building up rapidly, and that the effectiveness of the force had begun to decline, both mentally and physically.

At this time, the wingman also entered the landing course, the plane staggered a steep turn, lowered the landing gear, and the plane began to slide towards the runway. At this time, a sharp voice shouted, and the busy people on the side of the runway couldn't help but look towards the place where the sound sounded.

"Hell, he didn't drop the flaps, the angle was too steep, pull up, pull up! Go-around! Pull it up, idiot! The squadron leader ran towards the runway at a high speed, waving his arms wildly!

"Go-around, Blue Six, you're too fast, George! Pull it up, George! For God's sake! The deputy pulled the radio station on the military vehicle next to him and shouted loudly with a microphone in his hand.

Russell had already reached the middle of the runway, and he waved his hands at the oncoming fighter jet, but the Spitfire flew over the captain's head like lightning as if he hadn't seen it at all, and then slammed into the runway.

The Spitfire's two stout landing gears instantly broke off the fuselage, the fuselage slammed into the runway at an angle, one wing first touched the ground, then twisted and torn, the fuselage began to roll, everything moved forward according to the laws of physics, the force of the impact was so great that within seconds, this sophisticated and expensive killing machine became a pile of parts and aluminum pieces rolling all over the ground, the engine crushed the cockpit and stumbled and rolled into the tarmac, fuel and oil were scattered all over the runway along the trenches shoveled out by the plane, Then it burned with a roar, and the scene instantly turned into a sea of fire. Russell slowly got up from the runway and looked at the purgatory in front of him, the lieutenant of the British Royal Air Force clenched his teeth, and he wanted to cry now.

After the Battle of Dunkirk and until the end of July of that year, the Royal Air Force did not engage in a violent conflict with the Luftwaffe. With the exception of a few attacks on the convoys, the Germans seldom crossed the center line of the Channel, and the strength of the Royal Air Force slowly recovered, and the situation finally seemed to have eased, and the worst of the crisis had passed. The British Aviation Department adjusted the production plan of the fighter jet, and finally began to enter wartime production.

The Battle of Dunkirk and the French campaign that preceded it were almost devastating to the RAF, and by the end of the campaign, there were only about 260 single-engine fighters left under the fighter command, of which more than 120 were the latest Spitfires, and the rest were Hurricanes and other cannon fodder. Lord Dowding nearly fainted at his desk when he saw the report. At that time, the skies of the British Empire were almost defenseless.

At that time, the British air defense force was only a bunch of anti-aircraft guns under the command of the air defense command, which was subordinate to the army, and the number reached an astonishing 1,787, including 1,200 heavy anti-aircraft guns and 578 small-caliber machine guns.

Immediately, these guns were quickly distributed to the major major naval bases in the south of Britain and the periphery of cities, but the air defense of most areas such as the countryside and small cities and towns was still blank, and at most a few anti-air balloons could be hung on the coast to give the villagers a little psychological comfort. The balloons were managed by the Balloon Command, and the total number of balloons reached 1,400. The main body is a hydrogen-filled ship-shaped balloon, pulled by an iron cable underneath, whose combat purpose is to hinder a low-altitude raid by Luftwaffe aircraft if the German aircraft crashes into the iron cable underneath the balloon. The wings and engines will be severely damaged, or even disintegrated. Provided, of course, that the German pilot was as blind as a bat. Therefore, the balloon really played a role in the night air defense, for which the British army also specially painted the iron cable black to prevent the German pilots from discovering the reflection of the metal cable at night.

Churchill urgently established the Department of Aircraft Production in early May. The appointee, the capable Lord Beaverbrook, finally set up a pre-war wartime production system into operation, and a number of civilian automobile factories began to move to military aircraft manufacturing. According to the original plan. Aircraft parts and engine parts produced by major automobile manufacturers are collected at the final assembly plant, and then the fighter jets will be manufactured in a steady stream from the assembly shop, and then sent to the fighter reserve center for storage, and then distributed to various air bases after commissioning and test flights.

However, due to the rampant German submarines and raiding fleets, the Royal Navy was no longer able to defend the British sea transportation lines at this time, and the British Empire's merchant fleet suffered heavy losses, almost every ton of material brought in, 100 tons of cargo were sent to the bottom of the sea by the Germans.

Due to the shortage of fuel and raw materials, coupled with the needs of military production, the share of steel and non-ferrous metals was taken up in large quantities, and the civilian shipbuilding industry began to shrink rapidly, between June and July, only 20 cargo ships were launched from the slipway in the whole of Britain, and the number of cargo ships lost in these two months was more than ten times this number, the losses far exceeded the replenishment, and Britain's lifeline was slowly being cut off.

Aviation manufacturing necessary dura aluminum and alloy steel need to melt into several or even a dozen kinds of non-ferrous metals, including some rare metals, although the United Kingdom has strategic reserves, but most of them still need to be imported, as the amount of imports is getting smaller and smaller, strategic reserves are about to sit on the empty mountain, and in addition to the aircraft industry, the army and naval equipment also need these resources, especially the navy consumption is amazing, but if you want to defend the lifeline and must supplement the naval force, in addition, the army's weapon hole is huge, It must also be replenished as soon as possible, otherwise it will really be left with a group of rookies with cross-swords and longbows to fight the Germans hand-to-hand.

Therefore, although the production potential of the aircraft manufacturing department is amazing, the final output can only be described as a drop in the bucket. Due to the shortage of aluminum needed for the Spitfire, the production could only reach 80 to 100 planes per month, the Hurricane was finally a semi-monocoque structure, a large number of cloth and wood were used, and the final output could be a little higher, reaching 120 to 140 units per month, and the production of the remaining bombers and other models was also seriously delayed, from the end of the Battle of Dunkirk until the end of July, the total British aircraft production only reached 970 aircraft, of which 600 were fighters, and the rest were bombing night battles and sea and land transport aircraft, The most advanced Spitfire, only two hundred and seventy were produced, all of which were allocated to the Eleventh and Twelfth Air Fleets, especially the Eleventh Air Force, which was responsible for the defense of the entire Southern Front, and more than half of them were obtained, and eleven Spitfire squadrons were formed, but some of these squadrons were not fully formed, such as Russell's squadron, which had only three squads of twelve aircraft.

Lieutenant Russell led the whole squadron and cooperated with a group of airport fire brigade and ground crew to extinguish the flames on the runway. Russell handed over the rest of the cleanup to the airport handyman, the pilot's body was obviously impossible to find, but the wreckage and debris of the plane had to be removed as soon as possible, the runway was unusable until it was cleared, but fortunately the base had three runways, and the flight squadron was still functioning normally.

Russell no longer wants to investigate the cause of the crash of the Blue Six, either a mechanical failure or the pilot's sluggishness due to excessive fatigue, similar things have happened many times in the past two days, but this is the first time that there has been a casualty accident.

Russell found a rag, took some water under the bucket and wiped his face, picked up the aluminum cup next to the bucket, filled a glass of water, and sat down on a chaise longue.

"How do I write a report, Squadron Leader?" The deputy of the team found a maza on the side, holding an iron pipe in his hand and poking it on the ground.

"I would personally write to his parents and say that he had died in battle. The plane was wounded in combat and eventually lost control during landing, and he did not have time to escape. ”

"Everyone is really tired, whether it is the pilot or the ground crew, for three days in a row, everyone is on duty for an average of more than 20 hours a day, and the mechanical wear and tear of the aircraft is also very serious. The planes of the Germans seemed to be endless, forcing back one group after another, breaking up one group after another, and they were all iron men who would not get tired? At this time, the deputy of the team finally showed a look of frustration and fatigue.

At this moment, the mournful sound of sirens suddenly echoed over the entire airport.

"Squadron leader, the command center ordered, the whole squadron immediately took off, the large German aircraft group is flying across the strait, there are hundreds of planes, and all squadrons in the Hornchurch division are ordered to take off immediately and assemble on standby." The staff officer on duty ran towards Russell with a piece of paper.

"The whole squadron is leaving! Team A follows me, Team B is on the left flank, Team C acts as a defender, get moving, board the plane, board the plane! Russell threw away the glass of water in his hand, walked to the runway and picked up his umbrella bag, and rushed towards his landline while strapping on.

The deputy threw away the iron rod in his hand, slowly stood up, looked at the group of pilots and his squadron leader who were running hard, and raised his hand in salute. This time, I'm afraid that many people will never come back. (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)

ps: Corrected some typos and rhetoric, due to the lack of careful errata to bring some reading unsmoothness to everyone, I apologize for 100,000 points.