Canadian pilot Christine landed on a burning airport in her Spitfire, and the smoke affected her vision, but she landed smoothly and didn't hit anything she shouldn't.

After landing, Christine first looked for her ground crew, hoping that they had escaped the bombardment. Soon she got her wish and saw the leader of the ground crew in charge of her body.

"Boris!" She shouted to the technician.

Boris, who was fighting the fire, turned his head and saw Christine, so he handed over the handle of the hand pump to someone else and ran towards Christine.

"I need to reload ammunition and fuel, and there should be some bullet holes in the fuselage, please help check the structural strength of the fuselage, and the bullet holes don't need to be blocked."

Boris frowned, he pointed behind him and said: "Our aviation fuel is stored in the underground oil depot, the Germans used unknown bombs to set fire to the above-ground structure of the oil depot, let alone refueling, we don't dare to approach the ground structure of the oil depot, because now that thing is a super large bomb that will explode at any time." ”

Boriston paused and added, "You also know that the ventilation of the above-ground part of our oil depot is not good?" The entire air above ground is filled with volatile gasoline, as long as the flames go inside—"

Before Boris could finish speaking, the oil depot he pointed to with his thumb exploded into a skyrocketing mushroom cloud with a loud bang.

"Okay, I guess the oil supply system is finished."

"What about the backup plan?" Kristen asked.

Boris pointed behind her, and Christine turned back to see the cargo warehouse next to the airport burning.

"That's the backup plan, where all the spare jet fuel is stored in gasoline drums. Everything else was easy to deal with, the Germans didn't bother to attack the ammunition depot, they obviously thought it was enough to blow up the oil supply, typical German thinking, they never liked to double insurance things or anything. ”

Christine hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said to Boris: "Then give me ammunition, and I will use the remaining fuel in the plane to go to the sky, and when the fuel runs out, I will make a forced landing on the sea." ”

"Okay, I'm going to assemble or or?"

"Someone died?" Christine asked in surprise.

"Yes, two newly recruited mechanics were killed by the explosion, and I don't think you know them."

Christine showed a sentimental expression, but it was only for a moment, and then she resumed the capable strong woman's kiss: "Then let's start doing it, there are Germans in the sky, and I have to go up and teach them a lesson." ”

Boris smiled and turned to look for someone, when someone ran over and shouted at Christine, "Miss Christine? If you need planes, there are some ready-to-go, refueled airframes in the reserve hangar outside the airport, and the recruits who were going to fly these planes into the air were sent into the sky with a bomb along with the instructors, and now no one is driving them. ”

Christine immediately asked, "What is it?" ”

"The P40 of the Americans."

Christine's expression was a little subtle when she heard the model, but she immediately said: "The American planes are okay, at least their point 50 machine guns are much more powerful than our small 7.7mm water guns." ”

"I've heard that the Spitfire's follow-up machine has a cannon." As soon as Boris talked about the plane, his expression, which had just been gloomy because of the sacrifice of his subordinates, became clear, "I'm really worried that the weight of the cannon will affect the weight of the airframe, and the Spitfire is almost perfect now." ”

"yes, if only there was a more powerful engine and a little longer range." After Christine finished speaking, she turned her head to look at the person who came to speak, "Where are those planes?" Lead the way. ”

"You'd better bring your own rearmament team for the final checks," said the herald, "and the mechanics were scattered and hidden during the raid, and the roof of the makeshift building used as a backup hangar had collapsed and been shaken by the bombs, and your ground crew would have to make some effort to dig the planes out." ”

"No problem," Boris patted his chest, "the last thing we lack on the ground is strength, lead the way." ”

**

Half an hour later, Boris and his team finally dug out the sheet of tin buried in the improvised building and conducted a simple mechanical test.

"There should be no problem," Boris patted the wings of the plane aided by the Americans, "the magazines and fuel tanks are full, the engines have just been oiled, and the inside is spotlessly cleaned, you will be absolutely stunned when you see it." ”

"I'm sure I will," Christine said as she climbed into the cockpit, "but now I have serious business to do, as long as the engine is working." Let's start the heat engine. ”

Boris nodded, he went to the front of the air, grabbed the propeller, and gave Christine a thumbs up.

While Christine started the throttle, Boris pushed the propeller hard.

The engine roared.

"The sound of the liquid-cooled engine of the Americans is really ugly." Boris complained, "It's not elegant at all. ”

Christine smiled.

It takes about fifteen minutes for the plane to warm up, after which she can take off, and the runway for take-off is easy to solve - for a good piston-powered pilot, taking off on grass or something is a common thing.

During the time of waiting for the body to warm up, Christine was a little bored, she suddenly wanted to chat with Boris, since she came to this base, she and the leader of the ground crew team have only communicated with each other on work, and have never talked about any private topics - in fact, the pilots and the mechanics of the ground crew team are not particularly enthusiastic, after all, the canteen and military club used by the two groups of people are different, and there is little communication in life outside of work.

"Boris." Christine softly called out the name of the ground crewman, only to be answered by Boris's men.

"He's just been called away, I don't know what's going on, you probably didn't notice the mechanical noise in the cockpit."

"That's right." Christine pouted, she wanted to share with Boris the process of her fight with the German ace just now.

Just when Christine decided to stop there, the ground crew who had just spoken to her said, "Ah, it's back, over there." ”

Christine actually saw Boris, who was carrying a bundle of rifles on his back and a submachine gun on his shoulder, which were so out of place with his ground crew uniform.

"What's going on?" Christine got up from the cockpit and looked at Boris and asked.

The latter shrugged his shoulders and said: "The Maltese command ordered all non-combat units to begin arming themselves. ”

Christine's face suddenly became very ugly.

"This order will be given, that is, ......"

"Germans...... Or maybe the French are going to land," Boris looked up at the sky, "and the weather is so good today, just right for providing near-air support for landing operations." ”

With that, he walked over to the plane, put the bundle of Lee Enfield rifles on his back and put them on the ground, and then took out a folded map from his arms.

"It's a detailed topographic map of the North African coast, fly south, then follow the coastline, check the ground markers, and you'll find the Italian Air Force airfield in Libya, or even fly directly to Alexandria to join the garrison. The range of the aircraft of the Americans should be enough. ”

"What about you?" Christine asked loudly.

Boris patted the Stern submachine gun he was hanging over his shoulder.

"We are also soldiers, even the distinguished ladies have personally gone to the battlefield, how can we be cowardly?"

"But you never shot at all! Forget it, the other mechanics who were conscripted after the start of the war didn't have any combat training at all, right? ”

"In life, it is the norm to deal with events in the case of incomplete preparation, isn't there a saying that you will never have a time to be fully prepared on the road of life......"

Christine looked at Boris's face, and finally she sighed and slowly sat back in the cockpit.

"I see, you promise me that when the situation is irreparable, please surrender to the Germans, and I hope to see you again after the war and drink with you." With these not-so-long farewells, Christine loosened the bolts on the wheels on the landing gear, and the plane began to slowly slide forward.

The voices of Boris and all the ground crew reached Christine's ears through the open canopy, which was nothing more than polite words such as wishing her good luck and wishing her a safe return, but for some reason, Christine felt that the corners of her eyes were a little hot.

She raised her right hand and saluted back, only to find that her view was almost blocked by the bulge behind the cockpit, and she saw nothing.

With this mixed mood, Christine piloted the fighter plane back into the blue sky.

As soon as she took off, she saw a large number of transport planes coming from the direction of Sicily approaching this direction, each with a glider towing behind it.

Kristen subconsciously wanted to turn the nose to meet the transports, but her sanity shrieked to warn her against them - there must be escorts for the transports, and those escorts were now probably higher in the air than the transports, ready to rush down and shred the British planes that dared to attack the transports.

Christine herself observed the sky above the transport group, and indeed faintly saw some black spots, which were probably the escort fighters.

Christine eventually decided to take the plane south to the coast of North Africa, where it was based on the ground reference on the map provided by Boris, looking for the Italians or the British to land at their own airfield.

Just as Christine was circling and turning the nose to the south, she suddenly noticed someone on the sea.

At first, she thought it was the seamen on the cruiser that had just been sunk, but then she thought that there should be no warships in the waters near the island, and the warships were all concentrated to defend the capital.

Christine took out her binoculars, and was surprised to see that it was a little girl who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, and she was sitting on the body of some large sea animal, so that most of her body was exposed to the sea.

At this time, the little girl on the sea also spotted Christine, and she immediately raised her hands and waved them vigorously.

Christine thought it was amazing, this girl was probably Lin Youde's natural ability to move in the water, in other words, she was the guy who had just sunk a number of cruisers and destroyers, and from the perspective of the British army, she was a murderer in the outright, with the blood of British soldiers on her hands.

And now this guy who has killed many people is waving at the plane with such an innocent smile, which feels really subtle and has a strange sense of distortion.

However, Christine thought, not so much that this little girl is distorted, but that it is the war itself that is distorted, and that the crime of mass murder of the same kind is not the product of such a strange distortion.