June 1, 1941, Tobinka. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoA summer rain in the early hours of the morning made the entire airport soaked, and Alexander Ivanovich Pokryshkin, as usual, got up early in the morning and just came out of the barracks when he saw Lieutenant Milonov coming over, his boots covered with mud.

"Hell, it's raining early in the morning!" Mironov sat down on an old chair under the eaves, took a rag and polished his shoes, and whined at Pokrysh blonde.

"How's the plane going?" Pokryshkin asked.

Mironov didn't raise his head: "Pull out half, the one that hit the oil leak yesterday has been repaired." ”

Finally wiped off the thick layer of mud from his boots, looked up and said to the major, "Do you think the Germans will come today?" ”

"Sure, let's have a good beating yesterday, the Germans won't hold back and keep silent!"

Tobinka airport has been in the first level of combat readiness for more than a month, and it is more appropriate to say that this combat readiness is in a state of war: since the raid on Romanian oil fields from the south in April, Belarusian air battles have been staged almost every week. The reconnaissance planes of the Germans were not idle, and they carried out cross-border armed reconnaissance under the escort of fighters with complete recklessness, and the Tobinka airport made 14 combat sorties in the last month!

Everyone had a premonition that the war on the Western Front was imminent, and the regimental headquarters added a squadron of MiG-1 to Tobinka, but it was not placed at the Tobinka airfield, but secretly deployed at a spare airfield further east: the squadron leader of that flying squadron was Lieutenant Fedichev, tall and dark-skinned, with his dark and thick sideburns, and no one believed him to be from the Urals.

The alternate airfield was secluded, surrounded by woods, and looked like a large grassy beach from the air. The planes took off from there and were able to launch an attack on the enemy planes by surprise, and no one thought that there was a fighter unit stationed there, which could suddenly stab the enemy unconsciously!

During this time, the pilots had learned how to use their weapons in battle: As long as the MiG-3 plane flew at a speed of more than 500 kilometers per hour, it was able to make a sharp jump at a vertical altitude of 600 to 700 meters, and it was easy to make a dive after that. As long as the aircraft can make such a steep and sharp ascent maneuver, the MiG-1 can gain an advantage in flight altitude, and with an advantage in flight altitude, there is also a speed reserve.

Flying the MiG-1 into the sky, the pilot always feels confident and powerful. The lads worked hard to explore new air combat moves, always deliberately figuring out tactics that would surprise the enemy and put themselves in an advantageous position in air combat.

The boys trained hard, and the speed of the actual combat matured the pilots in Tobinka, but not everything satisfied Pokryshkin: yesterday afternoon the radar station reported that another group of German planes had crossed the border, at an altitude of only 4000. He led eight fighters up to intercept it, and found that it was four Messersmit 109 escort fighters and one twin-engine reconnaissance plane.

After a scuffle, a 109 was shot down, and a MiG himself was forced to land with injuries. The Germans, seeing that they could not take advantage, turned around and fled. Of course, the boys would not let the Germans go back so easily, but the German reconnaissance plane, which was not fast, gave the boys at Tobinka Airport their first taste of underestimating the enemy: one of the two MiG-1s that went to pursue the reconnaissance plane was hit by a German self-defense machine gun and the engine caught fire, and the pilot was forced to parachute! And the wings of the other MiG were sieveed, and the pilot finally flew back to the airport! The German reconnaissance plane escaped back almost intact!

Pokryshkin really didn't expect what the result would be, although only one German escort fighter ran back, but the reconnaissance plane ran away, and his side lost two MiGs, and one had to be overhauled before it could be used - it was said that the Germans suffered a small loss, but yesterday it was an 8-5 battle, and it was obviously a secret loss for themselves!

Yesterday he gave those two unlucky pilots a hard lesson: two MiG-1s turned out to be a twin-engine reconnaissance to the ground! In normal times, such a failure would have been punished severely, but Pokryshkin did not take more extreme measures other than reprimands: the two pilots were obviously too anxious to do this, and they had to give them a second chance.

The strange-looking German reconnaissance plane was not fast, but it had an extremely good ability to make sudden turns, it was shaped like a square frame, which had never been seen before, and it was not a big problem to take a few large-caliber machine gun bullets - it was a difficult opponent.

The speed and firepower of the MiG-1 are first-class, but the performance is better at high altitudes, and it is not suitable for dealing with that kind of "damn box" at medium and low altitudes, and often runs in front of the target without paying attention, and the turning speed is not as fast as the Germans.

The two pilots chased after the Germans, but the Germans learned a lesson -- the reaction speed of the human sensory organs to an external phenomenon is about half a second, and the reaction speed of a well-trained pilot is faster than that. However, the speed of each pilot's reaction is also different, and the more sensitive and accurate he is, the more sudden his movements will be, and the more he will be surprised. In order to cultivate this quality, we must not be afraid of nervousness during flight training, and we must treat flight training as real air combat and be meticulous.

The reaction speed of the two lads was slow, at least not to catch up with the reaction speed of the German reconnaissance plane crew.

Pokryshkin has always treated training as actual combat, and now those young men want to train themselves in actual combat -- you can't just like to do violent movements, you like to fly at extreme speeds and heights, you have to practice the ability to fight to the death, and you have to react quickly!

Pokryshkin was about to pull Millonov to the tarmac, when he suddenly saw the attendant running out of the duty room and sounding the siren made of the railroad tracks, and the siren of "dang, dang, dang" resounded throughout the airport.

"An artillery battle is going on with the Germans in the direction of the Brest Fortress, and German planes are on their side of the border! The regiment wants us to go up and monitor the movements of the Germans, and if they come, we will shoot them down! ”

The airport is boiling! The aircraft engines roared one after another, and Mironov complained as he ran: "What is this called?!" ”

Pokryshkin did not say anything about the little lieutenant's complaints, and trotted to his landline: skirmishes and sporadic firefights on the Brest side had been fought across the Bug River for a month, but the war still hadn't started: was this a war or something else?!

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The pilots did not understand that the soldiers on both sides of the border were also basically confused by the current "strange state". On the German side, veterans of the German-Polish War and the French campaign hid comfortably in their fortifications, laughing loudly about the great achievements of the past: the beauty of Paris and French champagne were the eternal topics.

The German veterans could not figure out what their current state was, and now they were not concerned with the shells that sometimes fell on their positions, and by the way, they had eliminated the few recruits who had only joined the army this year - the recruits were nervous every time they were shelled sporadically.

In the German position opposite Brest, there are all kinds of rumors, the most common one is that the Führer has already started a war with the Russians: both sides are greeted with artillery every now and then, what is this not a war?

German veterans who had experienced the "sit-down war" on the Western Front were the most convinced of this rumor that the Western Front would be much easier in 39 years.

The junior officers of the German army were also puzzled by the current state of affairs - they were only given orders to hold their positions against the Russians, but never to attack, which was very different from the usual style of the Third Reich. The order that the artillerymen received was even more interesting: they were only allowed to use medium-caliber artillery to test the Russians, and they were not allowed to use all of them, so that their own artillery strength could not be fully exposed.

The senior German officers knew what this meant: a full-scale offensive was about to begin, follow-up troops were being launched one after another, and the small fights on the border were only a small prelude -- since no one would "say it explicitly," then simply let the shelling continue. It's just that this situation really goes against the nature of war.

The Germans did not understand it, but everyone on the opposite side of the Red Army knew that the Supreme Command wanted commanders at all levels to clearly understand to all soldiers that the all-out offensive of the German army was expected to begin this summer, and that the current skirmishes on the border were just a matter of the Germans trying to figure out the disposition of their own troops.

The German artillery hid its strength, and so did the Soviet side, where the big guys and a large number of heavy artillery regiments were still not fired, and they were hidden in bunkers and woods.

At the Brest Fortress, the artillery comrades had already engaged in seven sporadic artillery battles with the Germans in the previous month, and only a 76.2-mm cannon regiment had participated in the artillery battles, and no more than 24 cannons had been used intensively in each shelling - the boys of the artillery regiment jokingly called it the "Symphony of the Week", meaning that it was staged once a week. The F34 76.2 mm cannons with a long range did not hit more than 10 kilometers at a time, and each shelling was in accordance with the instructions of the commanding heights of the fortress, and three or five salvos were fired in the general direction, and then it was an emergency transfer of positions.

The Moscow High Command is well aware of the situation near the border, and according to Lin Jun, this is called "you come and I go to the house, and the good is still to come."

Having said that, this year's weather is really strange: it's June, the western border is still muddy, and the troops on both sides have to stay honestly -- a foot of mud can be stepped on on the lawn of the airport, and it will be difficult for ordinary troops to walk on those dirt roads. (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.) )