At 5:30 a.m. at the airport on the outskirts of Svenjonis, 20-year-old Second Lieutenant Vitaly Ivanovich Popkov got up from his marching bed. Pen ~ fun ~ Ge www.biquge.info he just graduated from the Barthaysk Military Aviation School last month and was assigned here as a fighter pilot.

He was a handsome young man, who had been in the military for two years, and although he had just graduated from school, this study was of a continuing education nature, learning to fly the new Lager fighter -- he had learned the combat functions of a whole set of fighters from another aviation school, the Chuguev Military Aviation Flight School, at the beginning of last year, and had shot down a German Junker 88 at the very beginning of the war.

At the time of that victory, he was flying an old I-16 fighter jet, and all that was left for him as a novice at the airport was a "little donkey". After shooting down the German bomber, Popkov's plane was besieged by three 109s, but the young ensign, with his superb combat skills, not only escaped the fate of being shot down, but also wounded a Mercedes 109 in the fierce battle, and finally hid in the clouds to escape.

However, that time he was unlucky, and his luck was mixed: when he landed, the engine of the somewhat old "little donkey" was wheezing, and a big roof on the grass not only scrapped the plane, but also sent the second lieutenant himself to the rear hospital for more than two months!

However, it was also because of his injuries that Popkov was given the opportunity to learn to fly the Rag-5 fighter and receive training in squadron commander command skills after recovering from his injury. However, not only would he not be a squadron leader, but he would not even be a pure fighter pilot, as he was the only Lag 5 reconnaissance pilot in the airfield.

It's very depressing, but it's helpless, fortunately, the reconnaissance type only adds an aerial camera, there are only two Shvak 20 mm caliber cannons above the front fuselage, and the total ammunition load is reduced to 200 rounds, and other performance is not much different from the combat type.

Today his mission was to go out at dawn to reconnoiter the German deployment in the area of Allytus, southwest of Vilnius, if the weather permitted.

Putting on his flight suit, Popkov walked out of the barracks, not disturbing the others who were still asleep.

The air was filled with cold humidity, and it didn't rain, but it was so uncomfortable that even the air seemed to be able to wring out water!

The entrance to the barracks was pitch black, there was still a meeting before dawn, and there were no lights, in order to prevent air raids at night. However, the second lieutenant walked down the cinder-paved path, and was somewhat unimpressed by the orders from above: the rain had hardly stopped last night, and the Luftwaffe had taken off from an airfield with a concrete runway in East Prussia, and it was a skill not to get lost in such weather, let alone bomb targets obscured by rain clouds.

Looking down from 3,000 meters in the air at night, you can't see anything at all in such weather.

After solving the problem of urgency in the toilet, Popkov went to the kitchen: the airport kitchen was already a little lively, and the kitchen comrades in the logistics department had already gotten up to prepare breakfast for the people at the airport. Popkov pushed the door straight into the kitchen: early risers don't have to go to the dining room, they go straight into the kitchen to find something to eat.

"Hello, Comrade Semenovich."

The second lieutenant greeted the cooking squad leader, Sergeant Semenovich, who led a strong team of more than 30 people, and this squad leader had a lot of power and could catch up with the platoon-level unit. It seems that all the comrades in charge of the kitchen have grown fat, and every time Popkov sees this cooking squad leader, he has a better appetite - his waist is estimated to be three feet!

"Hello, Ivanovic. Going to strike early in the morning today? The chubby man said, and he neatly put two boiled eggs, a piece of bread, and a little jam on a stainless steel plate, and poured some freshly cooked barley and pork porridge into the thermos cup handed by the second lieutenant.

The relationship between the two is good, the reason is very simple, the two are fellow countrymen, and this relationship can basically shorten the distance between people anywhere.

Mysteriously took out a small glass bottle from his pocket, crystal clear: "Vodka from Moscow." He handed it to Popkov.

Semenovich never seemed to be short of these good things here, and I don't know how he got them with great powers, but since he gave them, Poplov was not polite and stuffed them into his pocket. Even if you don't drink much, you can leave it to the drunkards in the barracks.

"Scouting mission." took the plate, his tone was a little unenergetic, and as soon as he sat on a stool that was a little greasy, he directly used the board as a dining table.

Shaking off his apron, Comrade Tuas said, "It's better than me." If you have any news today, you will come to me after the report is completed, and I don't know what happened ahead? ”

Comrade Chef is depressed, but fortunately the pilots can bring them back some things about the battle, which makes the boring life a little more lively.

"No problem, if there is a chance to fire today, I will definitely shout first: for our comrade chef!"

Poplov's joke was exchanged for a meal from the chef, "Lao Tzu is not dead yet!" ”

"Forget it, don't talk nonsense with you, go up and down, don't let the Germans fight down."

"Don't worry, the fascists who can shoot me down haven't been born yet!" After speaking, he swallowed a hard-boiled egg with the shell removed: although there had been "machine crashes and injuries", but that time was purely an accident.

After eating breakfast and drinking barley porridge, Semenovich poured himself a thermos cup with hot water, and the second lieutenant walked out of the kitchen and walked in the direction of the hangar.

The sky was already a little bright, and a team of ground crews on the far side of the lawn were walking in a line with their heads down, checking the water on the dry lawn after the rain to determine whether it met the requirements for aircraft take-off and landing.

"Comrade Second Lieutenant, the plane has been checked, everything is normal, and it can take off." The head of the mechanical team told the pilot, but Popkov checked the plane himself and got used to it.

The person who was inspecting the runway outside also came back with a body of moisture, "Second Lieutenant, the condition of the eastern lawn is better, pay attention when you come back and land." ”

"Okay, good work."

The comrades of the ground crew pushed the plane out of the improvised hangar, entered the cockpit at the edge of the lawn, removed the large cap and put it in a small compartment behind the bulletproof seat, and with the help of the mechanic, he carried a parachute bag.

Put on the flight cap and try the intercom: the tower agreed to the reconnaissance plane to take off.

Close the canopy, start the engine, wait until the power is stable, and release the brakes. Take off, climb the plane to an altitude of 1000 meters, level it out, and set the course at 030.

The eastern sky has already turned white, and Popkov will fly to the north of Vilnius at this altitude, and then drop the altitude to less than 200 meters: the visibility in the air is average, and it is better to rely on the camera than to reconnoiter with the naked eye at low altitude, until he reaches Alitus, circles the area twice, and decides whether it is necessary to carry out photographic reconnaissance at the middle altitude according to the situation.

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