The young pilot's words made Lin Jun's memory temporarily return to the skies of Spain, and it was the pride of his life to be a member of the "International Column"!

On the battlefield in Madrid, he sang the "Internationale" with countless other members of the "International Column," and the chorus of comrades in Russian, German, English, French, Spanish, and other languages still echoed in my ears. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I came here voluntarily to save the freedom of Spain and the whole world, and I will give my last drop of blood if needed." -- Like every volunteer soldier of the "International Column", Lin Jun also swore an oath like this, and he will never forget that oath in this life and this life!

The soldiers of the "International Column" fulfilled their oath and showed extraordinary military qualities and fearless fighting spirit in Spain, and more than 5,000 volunteer soldiers gave their lives in the war and were laid to rest on Spanish soil.

Almost all the ashes of the sacrificed soldiers of the Soviet Volunteers were sent back to the Soviet Union, because Lin Jun knew how Franco's fascists treated the mausoleum of the sacrificed soldiers of the "International Column".

I still remember the song "Ah, Goodbye Friend" sung by volunteer soldiers from different Western countries and from various backgrounds, the Italian folk song seemed to be the "war song" of the anarchists at that time, but even the anarchists knew that fascism must be eliminated. Starting from the big idea, Lin Jun did not allow a fascist government to continue to exist on the European continent; Personally, he has an old account to settle with Franco!

"That morning, I woke up from a dream, ah friend, goodbye, goodbye, one morning I woke up from a dream, and the invaders broke into my hometown. Ah guerrillas, take me away, goodbye friends, goodbye, goodbye, a, guerrillas, take me away, I can't stand it anymore. If I die in battle, you will bury me......"

Unconsciously, Lin Jun gently sang the Italian folk song he liked as he walked, and no one on the side interrupted his soft singing - only Boris, a sniper who had returned to the guard not long ago, could really understand the mood of the deputy commander at this time, because he was also a member of the "international column", and there were comrades and friends who died on Spanish soil.

"Please bury me in a high hill, ah friend, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, bury me in a high hill, and plant a beautiful flower. Ah, every time people walk through here, ah friends, goodbye, goodbye, every time people, walk by here, they say what a beautiful flower...... "Only Boris sings together, because here, this song belongs to the two "international column" fighters!

"Boris, do you want to go back to Spain?"

"Yes, Marshal. When the German fascists are defeated, I will follow you to Spain! ”

Boris replied categorically, and under the dim lights of the airport barracks, the other officers also seemed to be infected by the singing voices of the two exuding a tragic atmosphere and romantic beauty, and everyone's eyes burned with a desire to fight, "Marshal, and us!" ”

Lin Jun nodded: Hot-blooded people will be easily infected in war, and now Lin Jun's emotions have infected the people around him, and they will firmly follow themselves to complete the communist ideal in their hearts.

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The people in the club also quickly dispersed, because they had already started combat duty, and there were pilots to go out early tomorrow morning.

At 8 a.m. on the 20th, the sky was still as gloomy as usual. Lin Jun and his entourage bid farewell to the airport and returned to the headquarters of the Minsk Front by car.

It was very cold, and the ground was filled with smoke and ice fog: look at the thermometer hanging outside the hangar, minus twenty-two degrees! Last night, after sending Lin Jun to rest, Pokryshkin and Kozhdub discussed the next battle deployment with the other two captains.

The above has not yet given them a specific combat mission, all because of this damn weather - if the pilot wants to see the target clearly after taking off, he can only fly at a low altitude, and sometimes he must maintain an ultra-low altitude below 200 meters, otherwise he will not be able to see anything!

There was little chance of an aerial battle in such a situation - the clouds and fog were so low that even the best pilots could not have pursued their prey in such conditions. Fighter units are largely useless, and only a handful of strike aircraft or light bombers piloted by good pilots may be able to make a difference in such bad weather.

The 1st Guards Fighter Division did not have a strong attack plane, but it had the best pilots and a small amount of equipment for ground attack, and several officers decided after consultation to send a few small formations to carry out ground attack patrols in the morning.

Before dawn today, the comrades on the ground staff began to get busy -- there were not enough hangars at the airport, and many planes were stored in the open air, so they covered them with a tarpaulin: In fact, the situation in the hangar was not much better, probably only one or two degrees higher than outside, and if adequate preparations were not made, the frozen engine could not be started at all for a while. Even if it is forcibly started, the engine will still "sneeze" for a long time, that is, push the throttle stick to the "high speed" position, and the engine still cannot output enough power.

Not only did the engine need to be warmed up, but even the ammunition on the plane had to be adjusted: Rag's 23mm mid-shaft cannon had to be replaced with a chain of one armor-piercing tracer bullet for every four armor-piercing incendiary rounds, and the machine guns on both wings did not have to change ammunition.

The new batch of ragers was equipped not only with a mid-shaft cannon and two winged 12.7 mm machine guns, but also with two 7.62 mm rapid-fire machine guns mounted along the hood. There are also two ports under the wing to mount a 6-tube 82 mm rocket launch nest, and the belly of the auxiliary fuel tank can be replaced with a 200 kg bomb pylon. But the armorers did not welcome such a weapon configuration: they were fighter troops, not fighter units!

Fortunately, there were not many of them, according to Pokryshkin: what our 1st division needed was light aircraft.

This is not to blame aircraft designers and manufacturers, because now the lager is almost a universal fighter, and some units like such a configuration, and the designers know: the front-line fighter units will "modify" the aircraft according to their own habits, and Pokryshkin's troops are no exception.

The two rapid-fire machine guns, which had a theoretical rate of fire of up to 1,800 rounds per minute, were dismantled by the mechanics on the first day the new aircraft arrived at the airport, so as to reduce the weight of the aircraft and improve its maneuverability (who made the people of the first division "keep improving", in fact, Lager's maneuverability is already very good. ）； Rocket nests and rockets have also become decorations in the warehouse, because they are exhausted by the early air interception mission.

But this time it was different, Pokryshkin's good pilots had to carry out "armed patrols" on the ground, without thinking about the need for air combat - the mechanics had to put everything back that had been dismantled before!

"It's a lot heavier, Captain." Comrade mechanic reports: Pokryshkin inspects the aircraft on the tarmac that has completed the warm-up, and the other 5 pilots who are going to go out with them are doing the same.

Having already consumed a lot of gasoline to warm up the engine, the mechanic turned off the engine and refueled it again.

Pokryshkin lowered his head to look at the shiny solidified ****** under the belly of the plane, and said, "Can this thing blow up, I don't want to throw a fuel tank on the head of the Germans." ”

The mechanic shrugged his shoulders: "It should be fine, the instructions for use say that it can be used at minus 30 degrees." There were no other bombs in the airport armory, only this solidification ****** could be used. ”

Looking at the mechanic's expression, it seems that the self-confidence is as low as that of the ordnance officer next to him: the pilots often joke: "If it were colder, I could use the auxiliary fuel tank as a solidifying ******." ”

Get into the cockpit, check it again, start the engine. Taking off, climbing, turning, Karpovich's landline is behind Pokryshkin - the engines of the major's landline are stopped and turned, which makes people a little hairy (it is not surprising that the piston engine will occur in extremely cold conditions in winter, and the pilots basically continue to carry out the mission, of course, this "time break" is also an extremely short moment, otherwise it will be free fall. ）！

The six planes were dispatched, all of them were experienced veterans, and those novices should not choose such bad weather for their first attack. Divided into three two-plane formations, this is more flexible and safer than three-plane formations, so as not to collide with your own people.

Beneath the wings are white snowfields, cold smoke spreads along the horizon, and all that can be seen is the small village and the railroad nearby, everything is hazy.

Fly by road, slowly reduce the altitude of the flight after approaching the line of fire, and distinguish the settlements: the cold has driven all the "living things" into the house, and there can only be people in the smoke.

The cockpit of Pokryshkin and Karpovich behind him was open, and in order to get a better view, maximum speed was not sought anyway. But it didn't freeze the pilot, and the hot air from the engine's heating duct to the cockpit was enough for them to keep warm - but the engine stopped and turned to make him a little frightened: the sound of the engine "firing" was really chilling!

The other two crews were not behind them, only the general course was prescribed, and the patrols were dispersed.

There was nothing striking on the ground: "Could it be that the Germans would rather hone around the stove than go to war?" Well, it's not necessarily unimportant to know about this aspect. ”

It's really a patrol.

Suddenly, several black things appeared on the snow, and Pokryshkin, who didn't even use the intercom, stretched out his hand and signaled to the wingman on the flank. Piles of people are surrounding piles of bonfires, and there are a lot of tanks parked not far away! ”

"German tanks!"

"Beware of the German anti-aircraft guns, fuck them!"

Entering at a small angle, two fighters roared and pounced on the panicked Germans!

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