Joachim had just written the addressee on the envelope when Rudel entered the briefing room and shouted, "All right, the boarding flare has been fired!" Regardless of whether you write well or not, stop writing for me and board the plane! ”

Joachim hurriedly stuffed the letter into the envelope, threw it to the secretary who had come to receive it, and then stood up and ran out with his companions.

When Joachim got out of the tent and saw the pilots of the other brigade also running towards the planes that had been placed in the hot area by the ground crew, many of them had the same expressions as Joachim - excitement mixed with a little fear.

Joachim came to his landline plane numbered 041 and first glanced at the large 850-kilogram bomb under the belly of the plane, and the ground crew was installing a temporary fairing in front of the bomb.

"Remember to press the button to throw the fairing away after dropping the bomb," said the ground crew captain in charge of Joachim's plane, "which will make you go faster." ”

"Why isn't it designed to throw the fairing when you press the bomb button?"

"This is the fear that the fairing will hit the head of the bomb on the way down, and if you touch the fuse and let the bomb explode early, you will dive in vain under enemy fire."

Joachim pouted, then boarded the plane down the short ladder and sat in the cockpit.

He checked the readings and found nothing wrong, so he turned his head and gestured to the ground crewman, signaling that he was going to start the engine to warm up. The ground crew captain immediately squatted down and confirmed that there was no one next to the propellers on both sides of the plane according to the regulations, and then raised his hand to signal that he could warm up the car.

Joachim started the engine, put the throttle in the smallest position, and only kept the engine running at its lowest speed, while he checked the brakes of the wheels to make sure that the plane did not slide out.

The roar and tremor of the engine at low speed made Joachim feel very comfortable, and the sound of the well-maintained engine sounded very pleasant, and the wind from the propellers poured into the cockpit from the open canopy, ruffling Joachim's hair.

More and more warplanes began to warm up, and the roar of engines resounded throughout the airfield, sounding like huge swarms of swarms flying at low altitudes - Joachim wanted to say flies, but that was too much to do with the image of the wise and powerful Luftwaffe.

While the car is warming, Joachim carefully observes the wind vane flags and wind speed signs on the airport, and later he will take a large guy weighing nearly a ton into the air, and a slightly stronger crosswind can lead to terrible results.

He felt the engine stretch and the wind on his face began to warm up, mixed with the smell of lube.

Joachim checked all the gauges one last time, then put on his headphones.

He happened to hear the captain in the headset admonishing: "Check your electrical signal navigator, if you can't receive the signal of the reconnaissance plane over the British fleet, you may miss the opportunity to drop bombs on the British." ”

Joachim reached out and patted the plane fixed above the dashboard in front of him, and as long as he was flying in the direction of the electrical signal, the plane would continue to make a slow dripping sound, and if Joachim deviated from the course, the slow dripping sound would turn into a rapid series of sounds.

Joachim saw the ground commander waving the small flag in his hand, signaling to the fleet that they could enter the take-off area, and almost at the same time Rudel's voice sounded in Joachim's headphones: "Ready to go, the first squadron will enter the take-off area first." ”

Joachim reached out of the cockpit and patted the outer wall of the airframe.

His ground crew immediately left the plane.

After confirming that there was no one around, Joachim released the brakes on the pulleys and gently pushed the accelerator.

The mechs began to glide slowly towards the runway.

The entire dive bomber group followed Joachim, and soon the take-off area at the very end of the runway was filled with fighters with their engines turned on and ready to take off.

Joachim looked at the tower, waiting for the flare to take off.

At this time, the loudspeaker at the airport rang: "Now play Mr. Lin's message to us: Young people, become the cornerstone of a new world!" ”

The person who reads the greeting is completely emotionless, and feels that he is just mechanically reading out the note that someone else has given him.

"What the hell is the cornerstone?" Someone said on the radio.

"If someone else steps on you and walks forward, it's called a cornerstone." Another person immediately explained.

This explanation was immediately greeted with a chorus of boos.

"Quiet!" Rudel's voice drowned out the rest of the radio, "Radio silence is on now, now, right now!" ”

As soon as Rudel's words fell, three red flares shot into the sky.

Joachim immediately released the wheel brake again and pushed the throttle all the way down.

His body accelerated rapidly, and at the same time it jolted violently - although the runway had been leveled many times, even a single undulation that was imperceptible to the naked eye would make the rapidly accelerating plane tremble up and down.

For a while, Joachim was a little worried that the bomb hanging from the stomach of the body was shaken to the ground, this bomb was not safe, and it would definitely explode if it fell to the ground, although it might not blow up Joachim himself because of the storage of the delay fuse, but the teammates behind him would suffer.

Flying after Joachim was his wingman, Daimler, who didn't want to blow up his friend.

Fortunately, the speedometer had exceeded the critical speed, and Joachim pulled up the joystick, and his fighter plane took off.

Joachim retracted the landing gear and gently shifted the joystick to the side to turn the fighter to the side, and he had to hover over the airfield and wait for all of his friendly planes to take off and marshall.

As he turned around, Joachim looked at the airport, and he suddenly found that the fighters gathered in the take-off area were so dense, the number of fighters participating in this attack was just a simple number for him before, and he didn't have any idea of it, but now he had a more intuitive impression of these numbers.

As Joachim hovered to the other side of the airfield, the sunlight reflected from the canopy of the airframe, which was still waiting for takeoff, began to shine on Joachim's eyes.

The flickering light looked like countless reporters were taking pictures of Joachim with flash-mounted cameras.

Fighters taking off from the other two runways appeared in Joachim's field of vision, and he flailed his wings to greet them.

And the other called Joachim over the radio: "It's spectacular, isn't it?" ”

Joachim could only smile wryly, he didn't want to be confined to Rudelgar for a day for violating the radio silence order.

The entire marshalling process lasted about thirty minutes, after which the group of planes that had completed the marshalling began to fly in the direction directed by the reconnaissance plane's electrical signals.

About half an hour later, the group was flying over the coastline, and at their altitude, they could almost see the Baltic Sea on the other side of Jutland, while the vast North Sea spread out in front of them, reaching the horizon.

Today's weather is very clear, there are no clouds at all, which is the perfect weather for an air attack - of course, the absence of clouds means that the enemy's lookout posts can spot the attacking aircraft from a distance. The fleet of planes taking off from the Dutch airfields could still use the sun as cover - when they began to attack, the sun was sinking in the west and the bomber group of Joachim had to attack the enemy fleet in a dignified manner.

About fifteen minutes after crossing the coastline, Rudel broke the radio silence and conveyed the information he had just received to the planes of the group: "The enemy fleet is leaving the coastline and may have discovered our movements. Fortunately, they were not fast, and they did not send a detachment of vigilant destroyers in the direction of the coastline. In any case, our attack is imperative, in Chinese terms, 'the arrow has to be fired'. ”

Joachim muttered to the unfamiliar language that had suddenly crept into his ears.

To be honest, he felt that Rudel's pronunciation was simply strange, and it was definitely not the correct pronunciation of Chinese, and of course Joachim didn't understand Chinese at all, so he wasn't very sure.

Then, after another half an hour of radio silence, Joachim began to regret that he hadn't brought a book or something to the plane so that he could hold the joystick between his legs and turn the pages leisurely.

Suddenly, someone broke the radio and silently shouted: "I see something on the sea!" ”

Joachim was excited, and immediately cheered up, stretched his neck and looked out into the sea.

He saw several white tracks, and there was no doubt that a fleet below was sailing away from the shore.

"Attention to all aircraft, attention to each aircraft, the formation is scattered, the squadron leader chooses the target to attack, and the repeat squadron leader chooses the target to attack by himself!"

As Rudel's radio call came, Joachim pulled out a picture from Flying Armor and began to search for the most critical targets in the battleship below.

"Damn it!" He tried hard for a minute before yelling in frustration, "Who the can see how many tubes are stuck in the turret!" Hey guys, did anyone see what looks like Hood and the USS George V? ”

"No, they only look like they're big and small."

"The guys from the Fifth Brigade are starting to dive!"

Joachim hurriedly turned his head to look in the direction of the formation of the Fifth Brigade, and sure enough, he saw that the fighters of the Fifth Brigade were rushing towards the sea.

"Damn it, let's pick the one that looks the biggest." Joachim scanned the sea again, "The one in front of us, the one that is turning left, the VS team starts to dive, and the VB team follows me!" ”

"Understood!"

While the deputy squadron leader answered, Joachim turned his head and watched the VS team cut into the dive route, he roughly judged the dive path of the VS team, and found that the deputy squadron leader had chosen the wrong target.

"Hey, it's not that one! It's a left turn! ”

"They're all turning left!"

Joachim cursed.

Now that a joint attack cannot be formed, it must be decided immediately.

"Guys," Joachim said over the radio to the VB team that was still following him, "no attack plan is going to work now, follow me, the target is the one directly below us, it looks pretty big." ”

After saying that, Joachim swung the lever sharply, causing the plane to roll one hundred and eighty degrees, and then directly pulled the lever to cut into the dive.