The automata began to operate, and through complex mechanical movements, the irregular radio signals were transformed into characters, although not all the telegrams could be deciphered, but only some of them, which was already considerable progress.

Who would have thought that the German telegraph expert would be a music lover? Who would have thought that they would actually use the melody of music as a way to encrypt?

Moreover, the encryption is still frequent, which is too unexpected.

At the same time, in order to speed up the decipherment work, as long as they find a pattern, they are always used to designing the machine to run automatically and solve it. Now, the deciphered intelligence is once again in front of Donovan.

Donovan looked at the information he had gotten in his hand, and a smile appeared on his face, after unremitting efforts, he finally found the information he needed!

This is a telegram sent to the aviation units stationed near Moscow, asking them to take off their fighters at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon and begin escorting them at a position three hundred kilometers west of Moscow.

Then, according to the speed of the other side, it is easy to deduce the arrival time of the ambush position in Belarus, and from the previous intercepted telegrams, it is easy to deduce the exact route.

"Go see the president immediately, I'm going to report in person." Donovan said.

Time flies.

The days in the Arctic Circle are extraordinarily long, and even if the sun sets, it will rise soon.

In order to keep the fighters in a state of dispatch at any time, they are all stored in the hangar, and Captain Lanfil Jr. sits in the hangar, looking at his landline.

On the wings and under the belly, large auxiliary fuel tanks are mounted, and the total fuel load of this fighter is almost close to two tons, which greatly increases its range.

Of course, in the first half of the flight, it is destined to be extremely heavy, and when the external fuel tank is exhausted, only the fuel in the plane is left, and then it will be extremely light.

At that time, it was also the time to carry out the mission.

Everyone guessed something, for them, there is only one life, let their life bloom with more brilliant colors, and in this life, there will be no regrets.

They are ready, no matter how many German escort fighters there are, they will be indomitable, and in the end, even if they collide, they will knock down Ciric's plane!

"Attention, all the pilots of the 339 Squadron, come to the flight room." Major Michael shouted over the loudspeakers in the hangar.

Suddenly, Captain Ranfil Jr.'s face showed excitement, so fast? That's great!

He hurried towards the flight room, and when he entered, he saw others who were equally excited.

"The mission has been issued, the original scheduled route, and it will depart in fifteen minutes." Major Michael's words were few: "Captain Thomas Ranfil Jr., Lieutenant Lex Barber, Second Lieutenant Jim McRannahan, and Lieutenant Joseph Moore, these four planes, serve as killers in our training mission on this mission." ”

"Yes!" The four men stood up and replied loudly.

To carry out a complex mission, you must cooperate with each other, kill the mobile phone, of course, to kill the opponent's target, other planes, are used for cover, otherwise you will have to worry about your own plane collision if you rush up.

The selected people, the most skilled in flying, were full of a sense of sacredness at this time, clenching their fists vigorously, although the squadron leader was still denying the real mission goal, but everyone knew it in their hearts.

Putting on his full flight gear, Ensign Jim McRanahan ran into the hangar: "Start my engines." ”

Overhead, the bubble-like cockpit canopy was still open, and the ground crew skillfully helped to connect the power supply car on the ground, and in the rumbling sound, the 2,000-horsepower engine in front of it emitted puffs of black smoke.

The hangar door was opened, and the cold wind poured in, closing the cockpit canopy overhead, and Ensign McRanahan operated his plane, slowly sliding out of the hangar and taxiing in the direction of the runway, which they needed to take off from the end of the runway because it was fully loaded.

"Bang." Suddenly, a voice sounded from beneath his feet, and with the sound, Second Lieutenant McRannahan sensed his plane and immediately turned to the side, sliding towards the nearby wasteland.

So, he could only close the throttle stick and hit the brakes.

Opening the cockpit canopy, Ensign McRannahan stepped on the wings, jumped off the plane, looked at his wheels, the right one was already deflated, and he felt speechless for a while.

Damn, how to drop the chain at a critical time!

As a fighter, there is such a low-level problem as a flat tire!

He turned his head back and watched the plane glide over, and on the road behind him, a stone stood out, the top pointed.

I was cut by a stone, unlucky!

So, he could only stand on the plane and watch the other Mustang fighters on the runway take off one after another.

The first to take off was the plane of the squadron leader, Major Michael, who skidded easily and skillfully, pulled up, roared the engines, and climbed with the entire fighter.

The first to take off has to take on the task of piloting, and at the same time, the fuel consumption will be more, this responsibility, as a squadron leader, is unshirkable.

Major Michael was speechless for a while when he learned on the radio that a plane had just taken off and had failed to exit, and just as he was thinking about who would replace Second Lieutenant McRannahan, a voice came over the radio again.

"Bison, bison, little bee drop tank failure, little bee drop tank failure."

Lieutenant Joseph Moore, radio codenamed Little Bee, at this time, he was also speechless, he was obviously fine during the pre-takeoff inspection, but when it was started, he felt abnormal, and when he flew up, he found that his auxiliary fuel tank could not be refueled.

It must be that the oil pipe is blocked! The fuel pump is new and there will be no problems.

Without the drop fuel tank, then he could not fly that far, and the mission could not be participated.

It seems that the treatment of being named by Major Michael to kill the mobile phone is not good, and whoever is faulty is not!

Lieutenant Moore hovered over the airfield, waiting for the other planes to take off, vacate the runway, and land on his own, becoming brothers and sisters with Second Lieutenant Jim McRanahan on the ground, waiting for good news from the front.

Faced with 20 warplanes, two of which broke down at the time of departure, and only 18 remained, and in the face of this situation, Major Michael had already been mentally prepared, and he called on the radio to appoint Lieutenant Besby Holmes and Raymond Hahn to join the ranks of the "killers".

At the same time, Major Michael suppressed the excitement in his heart and shouted: "Our mission this time is to shoot down Air Force One!" ”