Captain Kamozhin walked up to his landline, and the armorers were pulling a chain of 260 rounds of machine gun cartridges, which was of astonishing length!

"Comrade Captain, we've overhauled your landline and replaced it with a few new spark plugs. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The mechanic team leader on the side of info came over, pointed to the left wing and said: "The old stuck cannon has been replaced with a new one for you, and the old blacksmith said that it was too worn out and could not be repaired, so he could only take it down and disassemble it to see if it could be used as an accessory." ”

"Old Blacksmith" is the nickname of Comrade Beuys, the head of the ordnance team here - Comrade Beuys, the head of the ordnance team, was born as an apprentice blacksmith.

Kamozin was able to use the 23-mm МП-6 gun on the plane to the point that the parts were badly worn, which shows the frequency of their squadron sorties after the outbreak of war: all eight fighters have been replaced with engines, and the actual service life of the old engines that have been replaced has exceeded the design life - no matter how long-lived the engine is, it cannot withstand the toss of a long-range attack every once in a while!

All spare parts and equipment are precious, and those obsolete old engines, machine guns, and aircraft guns are dismantled, leaving all the parts that can be used, instead of the standard pre-war procedure of throwing them into the warehouse and rusting.

The Glinka brothers' landlines were side-by-side, and the mechanics were loading auxiliary fuel tanks under the belly of the machine - empty for the time being, and refilled in a few hours: while the fuel in these cardboard tanks would not have a problem in storing it for a few days, the mechanics almost always did it and had little confidence in the processed cardboard.

The places on the landline have been repaired, the parts that should be replaced have also been replaced, and the mechanics and ordnance engineers have to give the pilots the best cars and fight the fascists hard!

At 3:30 a.m., two red flares were raised over the Grobina airfield, and 24 MiG-1 fighters took off in order.

Heading five degrees north-west due west, Captain Dmitry Borisovich Glinka quickly climbed the flight altitude to 3,500 meters, and today his younger brother Sasha was his wingman.

In the night sky, through the almost bubble-shaped canopy, Glinka could vaguely see that the three squadrons were in the shape of a large triangular arrow, and he himself was the triangular arrowhead.

The speed was controlled at 325 kilometers per hour, which was a bit slow but fuel-efficient, and it was also to wait for another batch of planes: Sasha on the right rear pointed to the sky to the north in the cockpit, and looked down there There seemed to be a shadow like a hemp cloth bag moving, which was the group of Peter-8s that had taken off from several airfields near Riga earlier.

The two groups, one large and one small, will soon be together, with only a distance of five or six kilometers in the middle -- the huge heavy bomber group itself will be escorted by a group of MiG-3s, and the escort fighters from several Latvian airfields will all be MiGs, and the more northerly Estonian direction will be all Yak-9DD escorts for the IL-4 long-range bomber formation.

The MiGs were two or three hundred meters higher than the bomber formation, and they were also two kilometers behind, and now the bomber of Air Force Major General Vasily Nikolaevich Zhdanov was at the forefront of the entire formation.

The escort bombers were not on the ground to escort the convoy, and it was no good for the fighters to run in front of the bombers.

In the navigator's cabin in the nose of the P-8, Major Marina Mikhailovna Raskova, the chief navigator of the bomber formation, reported to Zhdanov, who was temporarily the captain of the plane, through an intercom, "Comrade General, the MiGs in Grobina are on our left flank, and they have met and are on course. ”

"Understood, Comrade Major."

With Raskova as the navigator, it is to fly the plane to the other side of the Atlantic, and he will dare to fly even Zhdanov!

The boring voyage, with the sparkling Baltic Sea below, and nothing in the night sky to disturb this huge group of planes - about 180 kilometers to the north, another large Soviet Air Force mixed aircraft formation was also flying over the sea: they were destined for the same.

Almost forty minutes later, the pilots were already able to see the Swedish coastline!

The entire fleet maintained a strict radio silence, and only the roar of the engines could be heard: the bombers could still say a few words to each other, while the fighter pilots could only say nothing.

As they were about to enter Swedish airspace, all the bomber gunners and fighter pilots were nervous, and God knows if the Swedes would get nervous.

Looking down, Glinka could see a handful of light traces on the ground before dawn. Sweden was originally sparsely populated, and the shipping routes avoided their big cities, and it was just before dawn, and there were very few lights underneath.

Crossing Lake Wetern, the navigators made a reference to the distant railway station Farrköping: Sweden had developed railway lines in a large area west of Lake Turnn and south of Lake Wienern, and it was impossible for the formation to avoid them. It is estimated that the Swedes have already discovered the anomaly in the air, but it is unknown how soon the Germans will learn about it.

Without any trouble, the formation crossed Swedish airspace and entered the Oslo fjord.

This would have caused the MiG brigade under the command of Captain Glinka to throw away the auxiliary fuel tanks that had long been empty (it would not be a good thing to leave dozens of auxiliary fuel tanks on Swedish soil, so it would be better to throw them at sea. The eastern sky is already showing the whiteness of the fish's belly - it is almost dawn. Glinka checked his aeronautical charts and shook his wings to signal the attention of his group's fighters.

After seeing through the canopy that the pilots of the nearby planes were in the cabin with clear gestures, Glinka turned to the left and began to turn.

Seeing the 24 MiGs that were detached from the large formation in the rear of the flanks, the rear gunner of the pilot bomber reported to Zhdanov: "Comrade General, the MiGs attacking the airfield have broken away, the MiGs attacking the airfields have broken away. ”

The MiG-3s quickly descended in height at an angle of 15 degrees, and Zhdanov looked down diagonally and saw it clearly: the time was just right.

Glinka's plane dropped to an altitude of 500 meters before leveling, and 24 MiG-3s flew over Norwegian soil at speeds of over 400 kilometers per hour – the goal was not far off.

It was already full dawn, and when it was only 5 kilometers away from the airfield marked on the aeronautical chart, Glinka broke the radio silence - "Attention detachments, attention detachments, enter with the original plan, attack freely!" ”

Soon, the airfield appeared ahead - Glinka saw two biplanes on the nearby tarmac, possibly transporters. Further afield is a row of hangars, and the tower is right next to the hangar!

Two monoplanes are being towed out of the hangar, that's the fighters of the Germans!

The Germans had just raised the air defense alert three minutes earlier, and the two fighter planes in the airfield, which were supposed to be on combat readiness duty today, had to leave the hangar in half an hour -- and now the German mechanics were playing with their lives to tow the planes.

But it was too late, and the observers on the tower saw that a large group of planes had already pounced in the air!

(I'm so busy that I'm about to fly.) Recently, there has always been a mad dog barking in the book review area, which is really strange, and some book friends said that it was probably the end of the madhouse holiday, haha, classic! Some book friends said that they should simply put the whip corpse on the top, and I am worried about wasting the time of book friends, so it is better to ignore it. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )