The night was like an all-engulfing monster, except for the noise of the engine, and there was silence in the darkness all around. Looking down www.biquge.info you can see a lot of almost imperceptible light, which is the light produced by the ground forces of both sides of the enemy, and it is like stars in the sky covering the earth.

The radio of Warrant Officer Shaverin, the navigator, was always on, and the three crew members kept their eyes wide open, and they did not dare to relax for a moment, searching the night sky in 360 degrees and from all angles. The radar station can detect something, but not everything, and the pilots' naked eye is their most trusted viewing window, not the cold machine.

Before everyone had time to eat dinner, Corporal Kharchenko stuck a piece of bread in the heating pipe, and after a few minutes it became hot.

Break a little for each of them, and take a few bites of the hot milk in the thermos - they are the first flight, and the next flight does not need to be as pitiful as themselves, presumably they are in the waiting room enjoying the dinner that the airport has specially served them.

Stuffing the last piece of bread into his mouth, Shaverin said vaguely: "It's better to have milk, I want to vomit after drinking that carrot soup these days!" The stupid geese in the cafeteria won't change into a new trick, and the carrots are still half alive! ”

Your own crew is the closest person, and it is common for pilots and canteen staff to have a little conflict, but if it is more serious, it must be the pilot who will suffer in the end - the canteen recipes are strictly in accordance with the regulations of the superiors, but it doesn't matter whether your pilot's personal taste likes it or not: if you don't like it, you can not eat it, and the consequence is to be reprimanded by your superiors (this is not peacetime, and you can also open a small stove according to personal preferences. ）。

Shaverin was an outlier among the Russians, and he never liked the taste of carrots, but during this time, carrots appeared every day and had to be eaten for a simple reason: because they were night interceptors.

In front of other officers, Comrade Navigator will not scold the people in the airport cafeteria for being stupid geese, but in the captain, this is fine, who made them a crew member. Moreover, although Shavelin is only a warrant officer, his military qualifications and age are longer than that of a lieutenant, and the relationship between the two is also very good, and even if a crew member is Kharchenko, an old friend for many years, will say that he will go back to blow up the canteen, Comrade Captain will only say: "Count me in." ”

Parshin ignored the navigator's grumbling, but thought of something else: "Your son is almost a year old, isn't he?" Do you have any gifts to send back? ”

"I'm ready, I changed a piece of parachute silk from logistics, and I plan to send it back to make a few summer clothes for my son." Speaking of his son who had only seen photos, Shaverin's complaint was gone, and his tone became gentle, "I don't know when I can go back and see." ”

"You can go back after the battle, just wait."

"Nonsense, by then my son will be able to make soy sauce!"

Kharchenko in the back amused the conversation between the two, "playing soy sauce" is the commander's mantra, and the legend has it that he learned it from the deputy commander, a very vivid new adjective.

Shaverin's son was born in January, and his wife worked in Leningrad, but after the birth of his son, Shavelin never had time to go back, and when he could take a long vacation, the war made the navigator comrade who became a father only look at the photos of his son and wife to relieve the pain of lovesickness.

"You should have been transferred to Leningrad by me."

"It's too late to say anything now, let's hit soy sauce, I'm his son anyway." I wanted to say a few words, but the radio signal light came on, "I'm Night Stalker One, what's the situation." ”

"I'm Eagle's Nest 7, I'm Eagle's Nest 7, I just got the news that the friendly forces sent a single-seat night aircraft to patrol the airspace of No. 7, 8, and 9, pay attention."

"Yes, Night Stalker One understands."

The other two also heard the call, and originally thought that there was something found by those radar stations, but it turned out to be a briefing from the forward radar station -- the radar unit had already towed the new radar to the west of Stolbucci. "It must be a division of people, a bunch of supermen. Take it easy, don't fight yourself. Parshin said.

"Only the group of people in the first division dare to fly at night, and their eyes are very thief." As he spoke, Shavirin used his flashlight to look at the aerial map hanging on the side: the airspace patrolled by the 1st Division was quite far away from them.

The first division is called nosy, but Shaverin will not ridicule those guards, everyone knows that their division commander is famous for protecting his shortcomings, and his relationship with the commander is very iron, not to mention the old subordinates who are still the deputy commanders, and the deputy commanders are called captains! The men of the First Division also have arrogant capital, and those glorious achievements are not comparable to those of other troops -- if you want to ridicule the First Division, you have to wait until you are better than them.

At 19 o'clock in the evening, more than an hour after takeoff, the P-2 modified with outstanding cruise ability, Parshin turned the fuel supply button to the fuel tanks of the wings, and felt that he had just drunk more milk.

Put the joystick (the Pet-2 volley uses a joystick, as was the case in the Battle of Moscow. Fixed in the level flight position, "Kharchenko, give me a bottle." ”

"Give." The rear machine gunner took several large empty vodka bottles with him when he got on the plane, just to be prepared for the current situation - except for the Peters-8 and long-range bombers, no other aircraft in the Soviet Air Force had improvised toilets. This method was learned from the pilots of the MiG-3 long-range fighters, and now the crews on long-term cruise missions will prepare a few glass bottles for themselves, and for a time the bottles at various airports have become a hot commodity.

Difficult moves! Finally solved the personal problem, took out some toilet paper and tightened the mouth of the bottle, opened the side sliding window, and stretched the bottle out. The wind is very strong, the arm is ready to accumulate strength, the angle is appropriate, and the force is exerted!

The glass bottle skimmed over the wings at a graceful angle, then fell in an arc and disappeared into the night sky. Close the sliding window and "smash him to death, a German!" ”

"Haha, Captain, you can violate the Geneva Conventions and belong to biological and chemical weapons! Poison bomb! Kharchenko laughed from behind!

"Whatever, we didn't join."

The plane had already leapt over the encirclement and was flying over the airspace over western Belarus, and after a few minutes it had made a big circle and then turned around to the west, and then continued in circles: it was not permissible to throw bottles over the area controlled by its own people, although the probability of hitting people on their heads was pitiful.

Compared with the probability of smashing people's heads with "biological and chemical weapons", it is more likely to smash their own planes! Parshin's bottle-throwing technique is recognized as the first in the whole team, so some pilots behind him even wonder if the captain, who is only 25 years old this year, has a problem with his kidney function, otherwise why is his technique so good? !

It's difficult! Even if someone else is not skilled, they still have to throw it, and they don't take the bottle back to the airport, and they end up smashing their own plane -- the plane is not good, but the bottle is shattered, and when you return to the airport, you immediately find water to flush yourself.

Pilots never wash planes by themselves, and the result is, of course, who does it and who becomes the laughing stock of the troops.

A small episode, so that the boredom caused by the monotony of the day that had just raised a little bit flew away like that bottle, and I don't know if the "biochemical weapon" will really hit the head of the unlucky egg.

Below is the land of the USSR, but now it is being enslaved by the fascists! According to the aerial map, Shavirin had just seen a faint light at two small train stations in the distance - if they were still flying dive bombers, they would definitely carry out a difficult night dive bomb to blow up the fascists!

But this will, ", honestly cruise." "I thought about it, I can't help it - my own group of cannons can also strafe ground targets, but they can't do that, their own mission is in.

"Captain, warrant officer, two o'clock on the ground, about 5 kilometers away, seems to be a bit of a problem." Kharchenko said.

Visibility in the night sky was not decent, and the Heavy did not see any planes, but a few tiny points of light that seemed to be moving. Following the corporal's instructions, the other two stared at it for a while, and finally saw the target indicated by the corporal.

"It shouldn't be a car or a train, there is no railway in this area, and the wheels can't run so fast."

"Probably navigation lights for low-altitude aircraft, about two or three." Shavirin said.

"It seems that you still can't rely on radar, go and see."

Unconsciously tightened the flight cap, pressed the joystick, and stepped on the pedal, the Peter-2 turned and dived gently from a small angle in the hollow.

"I'll go around behind them and take a look, and I'll get the detector ready."

"Don't worry, Captain."

The Germans, probably sailing at night in the area controlled by their own people, did not turn off their navigation lights, so as not to have a misunderstanding with the ground air defense forces. And Parshin's plane is not lit at all, a standard night owl. Observed not from the front, nor from the flanks, but with the excellent speed and maneuverability of each other-2, going behind the butt of a suspicious target, which was one of the standard night interceptor attack tactics at the time of training, and the safest.

The night interceptor is different from the combat mode of the single-engine fighter during the day, the dark night sky is its ally, and it can often be touched from behind without realizing it, and it can be hit hard when the target is not even aware of it!

The altitude dropped to 1,000 meters, a distance of about two kilometers, and Shaverin studied it for about 5 seconds from the open probe. "It should be two twin-engine planes, with an altitude of about 500 and a speed of about 280, heading due east."

Parshin could already see the navigation lights with the naked eye, but they disappeared in the blink of an eye, presumably because the target had turned off all navigation lights due to his proximity to the line of fire. It doesn't matter anymore, "It must be a German plane, beat it up a bitch!" ”

Slowly pushing the throttle to start accelerating, and 20 seconds later, Parshin saw a target in the distance: two shadows in the night sky!

(Do you have a commuter pass?) Now one is two, thank you. (To be continued.) )