The possibility of Guderian's armored group breaking through in the direction of Slutsk was the conclusion of the intelligence analysis obtained from aerial reconnaissance - the steppe front and the western front could make corresponding arrangements accordingly: resolutely block the breakthrough attempt of the German armored group, and cut off the German response support plan in the southwest!

The weather department said that the terrible weather would continue for two more days, and although there would be no blizzards, the air forces of both sides would be largely useless and would have to rely on their respective ground forces to fight each other: a mixed blessing, especially for the Soviet forces, which had local air superiority in the south. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Pokryshkin was finally allowed to participate in the war, and when the weather improved slightly, he went into battle - the airfield did not need to be changed, and the distance of 100 kilometers was relatively suitable.

"I said Captain, how do I feel that we have become the second echelon?"

At dinner time on the 19th, Kozhdub and Pokryshkin went to the canteen together, and the captain habitually expressed his dissatisfaction: the front-line fighter units were generally only 50 kilometers from the front-line, and they were twice that number.

"Probably there is still some doubt about our ability, who makes us so many newbies. After a few battles, it is estimated that the situation will change. ”

"I think those newbies are already very good, including the two stunned young people yesterday."

What Kozhdub said is reasonable: Don't look at the two "stupid donkeys" who almost got into trouble, during this period of actual combat training, purely from a technical level, they already have the ability to become air killers.

Pokryshkin's flying regiment looked like a real front-line flying regiment during training! His troops are "ace professionals" in history!

For a single dinner, the pilots gathered in the cafeteria, not only for a meal, but also as a meeting after a tense battle, even though it had not yet taken part in the battle.

This was the tradition of Sergei's time: a large number of people ate, some wounded, some with the joy of having just won the battle honor, and some comrades-in-arms could never come here again for such gatherings. In the First Division, dinner is by no means a simple meal: the leaders are very good at taking advantage of the opportunity to do something meaningful and make everyone feel comfortable.

In the cafeteria, each brigade has a long table made up of several tables that can be put together for the whole brigade to share. At dinner, all the pilots were seated at the same time, and after Pokryshkin gave a brief speech, everyone began to eat.

In the past, Sergei sometimes told a few words about the deeds of his fallen comrades, and sometimes he praised the heroes who achieved the results of the day: there must be a little soft music, which, although not always in line with the mood of the pilots at the time, nevertheless diverted their attention and made them forget the weight of the war for a while.

The two walked into the cafeteria, a large wooden bungalow. The pilots were looking for their usual old seats, but the various brigades were not allowed to go to each other indiscriminately -- the comrades cooks were pushing carts with large thermos buckets, and one by one they poured thick soup into the food boxes placed in front of them.

It is supposed that there should be a window for receiving food in the canteen, but the conditions here are limited - even the stove is a mud stove built by the comrades themselves, so what can be expected? Every time he saw this, Pokryshkin felt like he was having dinner in a monastery: the monks sat in rows and divided the food, but the comrades did not have to pray for a while.

Thinking of this paragraph, Pokryshkin always has the urge to laugh: "It's like, it's really like!" ”

He and Kordob sat at the head of the long table, a simple wooden bench. As soon as he sat down, Lieutenant Panferov, who was next to him, handed over two cigarettes.

Pokryshkin shook his hand, and Kozhdub said the same thing: "Quit." ”

"German smoke." The lieutenant shook the cigarette case in his hand.

"Where did it come from?"

Panferov pointed to Alyosha in the distance, the young man who was one of the "very capable" young pilots yesterday, apparently there was something left behind of the plane that fell and exploded.

"Yesterday I was so dizzy that I didn't report anything, and they found a German officer who threw out of the cabin and fell into a meatloaf." Kozhidub was obviously hungry, and he was already nibbling on bread in the middle of his words, ignoring the head of the regiment, "I said comrades, cooks, can you make the bread softer in the future, this can break our teeth!" ”

It is already one of the daily pleasures of the pilots to complain about the hard and unspoken bread: even if the Kozhdub does not complain, there will be others who complain, and of course no one will really go to the trouble of the comrade cooks - Sergei said: you can get along with anyone, but it must not be your comrade mechanic and cook, otherwise you will be the unlucky one in the end!

"Which idiot is complaining?! Comrade cook, let him eat boiled potatoes in water for a meal in the future! ”

As soon as he heard the words that were full of anger, Kozhdub's teeth really almost collapsed - he, like everyone else, seemed to be sitting on a red-hot iron plate, and stood up with a "swish"!

"Comrade Marshal has entered the cafeteria!" A sergeant on the side shouted loudly, standing like a pole.

Lin Jun smiled and walked to the table: "I haven't eaten yet, get me one." He said to the tall soldier standing next to him, with a big spoon in his hand.

The front headquarters didn't have anything important to do, so he thought about going out and going around -- the line of fire was not allowed to go, and the 1st Guards Fighter Division had just regained permission to participate in the war, and it was his best choice.

The deputy commander's uninvited arrival obviously disturbed the atmosphere of the pilots' meal, and Lin Jun signaled, "Sit down and have a meal, there's no need for this." ”

As he spoke, he pressed his right hand down a few times.

Pokryshkin came out of the ranks (that is, left his bench): "The 1st Regiment of the 1st Guards Fighter Division welcomed Comrade Marshal to inspect, the acting regimental commander, Major of the Guards Army Alexander Ivanovich Pokryshkin. ”

Lin Jun returned the salute casually, walked to the seat given by the major, ignored the situation on the side, and sat down by himself.

The entourage behind him was naturally received by someone - each of them had a large stainless steel lunch box, and since they were here to eat, they didn't need to pay so much attention to it.

Pokryshkin and Kozhdub sat next to Lin Jun, seeing that the marshal had no intention of giving a speech at all, and it was not easy to pretend to be clever enough to ask the marshal to give a speech to the troops--Lin Jun was gobbling up, and everyone could see that he was hungry.

It's a very strange sight, almost everyone is "sneaking" at the god of war in their minds, and they don't look very good, but no one speaks.

After the wind and clouds, Lin Jun finally solved the unsumptuous meal in front of him, and raised his head: "How long?" ”

Pokryshkin, who was asked, paused for a second, and finally reflected: "About 5 minutes." ”

"I know that many of you here haven't fought in real battles, and as a fairly experienced pilot, I'm going to teach you novices a lesson today: you have to learn the same speed as I just ate with this kind of food. For a fighter pilot, this is not the same as in peacetime, where you need to eat quickly, not slowly. Of course, if you can really knock out the tooth diet, and if the digestive function is not good, then you have to chew and swallow slowly, so as not to get stomach problems. ”

By shortening the time it takes to eat, the efficiency of combat readiness can be improved by a little -- starting from the details everywhere and saving up a little bit from the east to the west, this is the efficiency needed by a steel team that is racing against time.

The new pilots have learned something new: in the aviation school, even in the training some time ago, no old pilot said this - a marshal is a marshal, and they all said different things.

Others will be able to start eating relatively happily, and Lin Jun also has some things he wants to know.

"Kobets has already given you permission, and I don't care about you in this battle, just don't discredit the name of the first division. Young people need to be trained, and you can't be too eager to be a leader. ”

"Yes, Marshal. We must pay attention to our work. Pokryshkin replied.

After thinking about it, the major said, "Marshal, you don't want to sit down at my headquarters." ”

"Okay, go sit down."

Signaling Gusev to follow him, the others continued to eat. Lin Jun is here to cheer up Sergei's troops, and the paragraph he just said is enough to motivate young people, and there is no need for a long speech.

The simple wooden office, which is built with logs, is a bit cold.

"Your division commander still has to stay in Moscow for a while, but his plane still has to be piloted, do you have a suitable candidate?"

"It's me, marshal." Kozhdub replied from the side.

"Well, whoever flies that plane will suffer, I can rest assured that you go."

The red "Golden Dragon" fighter is extremely dazzling, and as soon as it takes off, it will be the most conspicuous target, and it is not a first-class pilot who does not have the self-confidence to control it. Sergei's plane was like Lin Jun's own plane, a benchmark for the Soviet Air Force -- as long as it appeared frequently in the air, it would have a great impact on the morale of both the enemy and us.

Pokryshkin had the same considerations as a marshal, so all this was planned - originally he was the first choice, but as a regiment commander, he understood the importance of air command: to fly the "Golden Dragon", don't want to effectively command the troops in the air, let Kozhdub, the air killer, play to the fullest.

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