This is the location of the division headquarters and the airfield of the 1st Regiment of the 1st Guards Fighter Division. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoPokryshkin's airfield is the largest of all regiments, and the strength of the 1st Division's direct brigade is basically in name only, and two more fast bomber groups are stationed on Kobets' side: the Air Force Commander simply moved the headquarters of the 1st Division to Pokryshkin, and only its airfield can accommodate so many planes, and if it were replaced by several other airfields, it would look crowded.

The news that the division commander was about to return two days ago was like a powerful stimulant, and the units of the 1st Division seized every opportunity to attack and firmly grasped the frontal air supremacy in Minsk in their own hands, while what Pokryshkin had to do every day was not to fly the plane into the air, but to keep calling the heads to urge them for ammunition!

Controlling air supremacy is not a simple outbreak of air battles, the bad weather continues, and in three days there were only two air battles in the skies over the entire encirclement, and the total number of planes participating in the battle was only 7! The fighter units are all used as attack aircraft, and the only troops who dare to take to the air in such weather are Pokryshkin's subordinates, and most of the other troops often can't find any targets worthy of launching rockets even after they are dispatched!

The 2nd Regiment also fell yesterday morning because the visibility in the air was too low and the altitude was wrongly judged. This was true on the side of the Red Army, and the Germans faced the same situation, and the situation was even more dire than that of the Soviet Air Force - the besieged troops were in dire need of a large amount of air supplies, and the damn continuous ice and fog made the transport planes lie on their stomachs at the various German airfields in the west, unable to take off at all!

Even if it is forcibly taken off, it will be difficult to find the airdrop target, let alone use the few airfields that survived the encirclement to land. For three days in a row, the Germans received only about thirty Junkers-52 airdrops, which was a drop in the bucket for the hundreds of thousands of troops who lived in the snow and ice.

Yesterday afternoon, Sergei personally flew the formation to the airfield with the additional fighters and landed in the ice fog. In addition to the personnel on duty, the entire regiment and the division headquarters were waiting on the tarmac in the bitter cold for the return of their division commander. On the phone, it was said that the division commander would probably arrive with two squadrons or so of support troops, all of whom were skilled fighter pilots, and the airport staff even had barracks ready for comrades who came from Moscow to support.

"A team of elite soldiers, the division commander can pull a batch of people back even if he is injured!" The comrades are, but they can only praise each other among their own people, and there are no other divisions here who listen to the braggadocio of these uncles.

The tower had already pointed out the course for the group, and a few minutes later Pokryshkin saw a group of planes in the sky: the division commander had returned, and everyone seemed to feel that their waists had straightened!

Sergei is a myth of the Soviet Air Force, a god-like presence in the hearts of comrades!

"They're all veterans." Kuridub, who was wrapped in an overcoat and stamping his feet, looked at the fighters who landed one after another and said.

"Well, the technology is good, I don't know how it is in actual combat."

These two people can see the pilot's technical skills from a simple turn and landing, the leader of the landing must be the division commander, and the ten fighters behind them are all clean and neat, and it seems that the skills of the new pilots who have been trained for a period of time are more solid.

Signaling the officers to follow, Pokryshkin strode over to the group of planes that were positioning on the tarmac.

Seeing the division commander open the cabin, the familiar tall figure jumped off the plane.

Pokryshkin stood upright: "Division commander, welcome back!" ”

"Finally back! ……”

Sergei's high-pitched subordinates greeted him, and the scene was very lively for a while - many of the new pilots had not seen the Soviet god of war in the air in person.

Suddenly, the pilots seemed to be silent, and a few of them had eyes as big as bull's eyes, and some of them could even stuff an egg with their mouths wide open, and they were all surprised!

The other pilots also jumped off the plane, and because it was cold, all the pilots wore thick leather winter flight suits, thick flight caps, and leather flight gloves. When a pilot jumped off the plane, the crowd of greetings him didn't see it clearly, but they thought that the new pilot didn't seem to be tall. But when they walked in, the crowd was surprised to find that the division commander had brought all lesbians!

The brains of individual comrades suddenly short-circuited - the support troops are lesbians?!

A few days after Comrade Lilia Vuginskaya left the airport, everyone here knew that there were female fighter pilots, but no one expected that a group would now arrive in their own troops!

"Looks like we're going to have to get busy for a while, and we'll have to tidy up the dorm room again." The secretary at the back of the crowd whispered to his subordinates.

"Secretary, how do you get it? We don't have experience. ”

The subordinates were innocent - the barracks were just a dozen empty beds and a new bunk roll up, and their labor was in vain: it was obvious that a separate barracks for the female comrades was to be prepared, and the Chase bunk would not work.

Sergei was on the thin side, but he was tall among the pilots, but his wingman pilot stood next to him, and it seemed a little difficult to reach his shoulders tall!

"How can this lesbian fly a plane?!" This ridiculous thought flashed through many people's minds: being so small that stuffed into the cabin is "unmanned".

Sergei looked at the reaction of his subordinates: "Look at what! This is our Lily detachment, the new pilots, who are even better skilled than many of you! ”

Pokryshkin reacted quickly, and his subordinates resolved the embarrassment for a short time, invited the female comrades to the lounge, and he himself briefly reported the situation at the airport and the front line during this time as he walked.

After a long-distance transition flight, Sergei learned that the basic skills of female pilots are very solid, and they are also satisfied with the wingmen who are hard assigned to them, and their skills are good.

It is not easy to make Sergei say "good", many subordinates with actual combat records have been described by him as rough in technique, and in rare cases, he has even severely reprimanded him. If you want to gain a firm foothold in the first division, you can't just beat and rush, you need not only flying skills, but also having a clear mind in flight.

Sergei is the number one fierce man in the air, but his mind is also the clearest.

The mechanics were already inspecting the plane that had just landed, and the division commander's wingman with a lily on each side of the fuselage was an eye-opener for the experienced mechanics, who finally understood how such a "pocket-sized" girl could fly a fighter!

The footrests were raised, the seat was raised and moved forward by about 10 centimeters.

"Can it still be modified like this?" The mechanic leading the team pointed to the footpegs in the cabin, apparently amazed at the genius ideas of the mechanics behind him.

"Only that comrade herself can fly such a plane." The one next to him nodded: pun intended, not only to say that the big man could not fly such a fighter, but also to admit that the division commander said "excellent technology" - after the pedal is raised, the basic operating characteristics of the aircraft are different from the original, and it takes a pilot with outstanding skills to master its characteristics.

Lilia Litwiak and her comrades appeared in the 1st Division, and at a brief welcome party in the lounge, the 10 female pilots showed the male comrades their beauty, especially Lilia was the kind of person who everyone loved.

The chief of the department was not as relaxed as the flying officers, and was leading a group of subordinates to vacate the officers' quarters in the logistics department, which only had a dozen beds, and they were independent, just enough for the female comrades.

Those who should move out have to be cleaned quickly and all the new covers have to be moved. Fortunately, the officer's hat usually does a good job of housekeeping, otherwise it would be rude to use a manly barracks for female comrades.

After a long flight, the pilots were tired, and someone had already told Sergei about the predicament of the chief of the department, so he asked the female pilot to stay in the lounge longer. After almost an hour, the new barracks were finally set up with a large crowd of people to welcome the new occupants.

After sending off the female pilot, Pokryshkin felt a lot less stressed, which made him a little uncomfortable just now. The few who remained were Sergei's old subordinates, and seeing their reactions, "The deputy commander arranged it, I can't help it, that Lilia still has to be my wingman for two months." ”

Sergei looked helpless, "But the girls' skills are not bad." Pokryshkin, what do you think is arranged? The deputy commander said that he couldn't be offered like a god statue, and he had to participate in the actual battle, and he had to let the veterans take it. ”

"Division commander, do you think it's okay to form a special squadron? Or there are comrades who are willing to take them for a long time, separate, and get acquainted with the actual combat environment. ”

In the introduction just now, it was already said that these female comrades are excellent pilots one out of ten, but they have all participated in actual combat training.

"I can see it, but I don't know who is willing to take them." Sergei crossed his legs.

"If you have a meeting in the evening and then have a meeting to coordinate, you can only do this first." Pokryshkin apparently didn't do anything better.

The orders of the deputy commander must be carried out without deduction, and it is not okay to cheat and cheat.

The big men here are worried, and in the barracks of the female pilots over there, the female comrades are also having a closed-door consultation.

(One more change, ask for a monthly pass.) (To be continued.) )