Some people like to be called by their first names, and some people are used to highlighting their surnames, and Alexander likes others to call him by his last name, but the current regiment commander and chief machine only calls himself Alexander. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sergei made the whole regiment develop a habit of calling people by name, probably this has something to do with his own habits, Sergey, Sergey, what else can anyone else do?! Even the Deputy People's Commissar of Defense used to call him Andrei, and Sergey learned to be ten layers of ten.

As a pilot who was newly added to the "ace flying regiment" three months ago, Alexander Ivanovich Pokryshkin's first job was the new wingman of the regiment commander. Pokryshkin, who was already the commander of the detachment, had no problem with his current status, because this was a group with brilliant achievements, and any pilot who was younger than himself would have the capital to show off than him, and the position of the regiment commander's wingman was definitely a hot spot in the regiment -- whenever there was a combat mission, Comrade Sergei would always arrange himself in the most difficult place in the battle, and serving as his wingman would not only learn the skills of air combat, but also have relatively more fighting opportunities.

"Alexander, Alexander." The whole regiment is in this atmosphere, and Pokryshkin doesn't matter.

In the early hours of December 1, Pokryshkin appeared on the snow-covered tarmac in front of him on a snowy runway compacted by a roller - a heavy snowfall last night made the ground crew comrades finish the runway before 8 o'clock.

"Comrade Alexander, the plane has warmed up, the systems are normal, and it can take off at any time." The mechanic said to him.

"Okay, Comrade Levko."

Entering the cockpit and checking the condition of the plane, he saw the other pilots also present on the tarmac. The performance of the new fighter was excellent, and he was reassigned to the 109 Fighter Aviation Regiment because of his outstanding performance during the one-month training of the new aircraft adaptation.

Like his lover, his Lago, smart, beautiful and passionate, in his opinion, this should be the best fighter in the world, and he can use it for victory and glory. But no one is perfect, no plane is perfect, and the problem with the Lager 3 is in its engine -- the water-cooled engine makes it necessary for the ground crew to get up an hour earlier than in the summer to heat and keep the engine warm.

The cold climate limited its reliability, and no, there was a mechanic on the other end who told Sasha, the pilot of the second brigade, that his plane could not be started, and the plane needed to be fully inspected, and it was estimated that it was frozen.

"Alas, unlucky Sasha, you will watch the house today."

Sergei appeared next to his landline and called the unlucky young man over to comfort him.

A depressed Sasha stood beside his immobile landline with a bitter face, watching as the 75 fighters divided into several formations and took off one after another to carry out their respective missions. Gritting his teeth, he considered himself unlucky, and turned around to join the mechanics who were repairing the plane.

In the early morning, it is minus 278 degrees, and the temperature in the air is even lower, even if there is a heater, it is cool enough. There is a very thin layer of ice on the wings, but fortunately the weather says that it will be a sunny day after the snow today, and the ice during the mission should not be serious enough to affect the flight.

Pokryshkin and Sergei flew together in the same group, and today's task was to cover a group of transport planes on an aid mission. Yesterday, when they learned of their mission, the pilots reacted like they had heard of a fantasy - to help the Finnish people?! I'm not mistaken!

A full 12 transport planes loaded with a total of 10 tons of hard bread and two hundred kilograms of leaflets, bundled in groups of dozens of basin-sized bread, will be airdropped to Helsinki with parachute systems, and the order will come directly from the Leningrad Joint Command.

Aiding the enemy, this is probably only Lin Jun can figure out: he remembers the story of the "Molotov bread basket", which is to plug the stinky mouth of Western countries, and it is a trivial matter for the Soviets to drop dozens of tons of bread to Helsinki every other day, this business is cost-effective, of course, it is their business whether the Finns eat it or not.

Finland usually needs to import a large part of its grain, but as soon as the war broke out, the sea was blocked, and the neighboring Sweden, which had not had a good relationship, the cities of Finland must adopt a food rationing system, and the Finnish people must have a hard time in this harsh winter.

Lin Jun's airdrop to Helsinki was certainly not motivated by good intentions - he wanted to tell the Finnish people and the world that the Soviets were going to war only against the reactionary Finnish authorities, not against ordinary Finnish people. The Soviet Union would not be at odds with the people of Finland, but would also help them survive the harsh winter of hunger and cold.

When Lin Jun made this proposal at the pre-war meeting, the commanders unanimously agreed: "High, really high!" ”

Lin Jun doesn't know if it's tall or not, but such a suggestion to get his profile image a little closer to "political hooligans" should have some effect.

Since the transport plane was not capable of defending itself, Sergei decided to lead the team himself and escort it with twice as many fighters, so as not to cause any surprises: those Finns don't care what your plane is for.

Together with the transport planes, the group flew over the Gulf of Finland from an altitude of 3,500 meters, targeting Helsinki.

The sky was clear, and the aid formations were greeted by the bleak sound of anti-aircraft sirens and sparse anti-aircraft artillery fire in Helsinki.

"I'm Sergey, according to the original plan, get out of the way."

Pokryshkin followed the plane closely to the right rear of the long plane, and the city under the cabin seemed to be still sleeping, and there were no people at this height.

Package after package was thrown out of the cabin of the transport plane, and a white ribbon of parachutes appeared over the city. The bundled leaflets were cast out and looked beautiful.

The fleet made a right turn and entered the return route. Without the appearance of enemy aircraft, it was easy to basically complete the task, which made Pokryshkin a little bored.

"A large group, according to the plan, send the original fighter jets to protect the transport planes back to base, and the other planes will follow me and fly along the coast."

In order to get out of the dangerous airspace as soon as possible, the transport plane will fly over the Gulf of Finland and return as it came.

Each of the 14 fighters that broke away from the escort squadron carried six 82-mm dual-purpose rockets under their wings, and these improved rockets could attack not only air targets, but also ground targets. Moreover, this "dual-use" has a second meaning, the fuse of the rocket is adjustable before assembly, and this time it is set to 3 kilometers according to the flight speed of the rocket, and the fuse will also be activated if it hits the target within the delay.

Kotka, 100 kilometres east of Helsinki, is one of Finland's most important seaports and the home of the Finnish army, and Sergei is on his way to take a stroll there: yesterday's briefing on the situation contained reports of bomber units showing signs of a large build-up of Finnish troops. Brothers had also sent bombers to bomb Sterka in the morning, but it should be fine to pick up the leaks.

"Descend to an altitude of 1,500 meters and keep an eye out."

"Yes, Captain."

Today, each two-plane formation has its own focus of observation, and it is generally the long plane that pays attention to the air situation, while the wingman pilot pays more attention to the ground. Finland's air power has been swept away, and it is counting on being able to hit ground targets.

Pokryshkin carefully searched the ground, but found nothing except farmhouses and roads in the snow.

Finally, a railway appeared ahead, and the formation immediately searched along the railway line.

"Finn train!" Pokryshkin, who was in the position of the second aircraft in the formation, sharp-eyed, saw faint black smoke rising from the horizon in the distance.

"From Kotka to Helsinki, it won't be a troop carrier." Sergei immediately made a judgment, "All pay attention, if it is a passenger car that only attacks the locomotive, if it is a wagon, it destroys the whole car." I'll attack the front of the car, and the other planes will move freely, don't run out of ammunition! Understood, no! “

"Understood!"

"Alexander, you're here to attack head-on." Another Pokryshkin's excited voice came from the headphones, "Yes, Captain." ”

Reduce the flight altitude, approach the railway line from a height of 300 meters, switch the sight to ground mode, open the rocket launch button cover on the joystick. If a head-on attack doesn't work, it won't be able to run away if it turns around.

Sergei is giving up the opportunity to the wingman, and he can also exercise the wingman's ability to attack ground targets - ordinary planes will not attack the train head-on, so the hit rate will be reduced, and the difficulty will be greatly increased.

From a distance, it should have been a truck, and it was unlucky to be targeted by 14 rags. 14 to 1, extravagant attack, no wonder Sergei asked the pilots to save some ammunition: all for training.

The speed was controlled at 240 km/h, the locomotive with black smoke in the distance was put in the center of the sight halo, and the rocket launch button was pressed continuously when it approached less than 1,000 meters.

Four rockets flew at high speed in two echelons of black smoke towards the target, and one of them hit the locomotive accurately, bursting with huge white smoke - its boiler was blown out with a large hole.

Raising the nose slightly, the plane was already over the train, and the three-barreled salvo hit the wooden carriage debris flying, and the long point shot left a large section of bullet holes dozens of meters long on the train.

With a swing of the joystick, the plane pulled up to the right, and Pokryshkin, who turned his head, saw that his teammates were wantonly destroying the train, and there were explosions and black smoke rising everywhere. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )