Arad? Ludwig flew in the night sky in his own Junkers-2 Albatross tactical bomber.

His name shows that he is a Jew living in Germany: Ludwig is a German surname, and Arad is clearly a Jewish name. Because his father knew a Jewish rabbi well, Arad had been offered the opportunity to immigrate to the building state of Israel as early as last year, but Arad chose to stay in Germany.

Everyone could see that Germany was about to face a war, and that this war was largely due to the actions of the Jews, so Arad thought that he should help Germany in the war before he could safely emigrate to his new homeland.

"It's a nice day," said the co-pilot in a leisurely tone, "and then the coastline can be seen clearly in the night light, and it's a good time for night bombing." ”

"Although the moonlight is good, we still need target designation on the ground." Arad said as he pressed his head back to the window on the side of the cockpit, looking at the pitch-black ground below. The British imposed strict light control, and it was impossible to see the ground from the air, let alone where the intended target was.

At this time, the voice of the bomber captain came over the radio: "Raven Ten, do you see the target indication on the ground?" ”

"There is no chief." The co-pilot doubles as a radio communicator, and the Juncker 2 radio is behind his seat, and he has to leave the co-pilot's seat to repair the broken radio if necessary, "We didn't see anything, ten minutes had passed since the scheduled time, and it seemed that the task force was delayed by something." ”

"They're going to infiltrate the enemy's heavily fortified area, and this delay is completely expected, keep watching, and it's over."

The co-pilot shrugged, and Arad still craned his neck, surveying the ground.

"Don't be in such a hurry," said the co-pilot, pulling out a cigarette roll, lighting himself with a lighter, and then shoved another one to Arad, "That's the famous task force, the sharp knives in the hands of Lord Lin, and in the eyes of Lord Lin, they are more reliable than us pilots." ”

"It's as if you know Lord Lin very well." Arad shook his head.

"Okay, I don't know much about Lord Lin, but you see, the legend of the task force is familiar to all of us, isn't it? Everywhere, wherever someone threatens Lord Lin's intentions, they will appear there, wreak havoc and then disappear, just like a bunch of ghosts. Every time I hear about the deeds of the task force, I have the illusion that they alone can win the war, and every time I brag about the deeds of the task force to others, they all have a 'fucking want us to go to war' expression. ”

Arad smiled.

The outside world thinks that the German military must be stereotyped and mechanical, but at least Arad himself does not feel this impression in the Lufthansa and now in the Luftwaffe. The pilots are all fucking babbles, and when they see beautiful women, they whistle and open their mouths like Americans.

"I think," Arad said to the co-pilot, "that the task force is so famous now is the result of people like you. ”

"Well, I think so too, but they do have something to add fuel to our fire, right? First they have to have merit, and then people like me can brag about it...... Hey, I see a light on the ground. ”

Arad hurriedly looked into the porthole on his side, but saw nothing—the pilot of such a large plane had a great field of vision.

"Hans, do you see the light?" Arad Tong guò in-flight line asked the machine-nose machine gun shooter.

But it was the bombardier who answered him: "I see a light, like something is burning, but there is only one fire, and we should see three." ”

"They must have something wrong." Arad immediately turned to the co-pilot and said, "Call the bomber group and tell them that we have seen a sign, and I think that sign is where the port is, and we should bomb even if there is only one sign." ”

At this time, the gunner exclaimed, "I see the second sign, and the fire from the explosion." ”

"Uh," the co-pilot, who was radioing to the bomber group, paused, and said, "We see two ground indication signs, which meet the minimum indication requirements, and we can enter the field." ”

A moment later, Arad heard the voice of the bomber captain: "If they are still trying to point the third sign, but we enter the field to bomb, it may blow up their own people, wait a little longer." Do you see a big fire? Is it possible to be extinguished by the British while we wait? ”

"I don't know, sir," Arad replied directly, "but the fire looks very dazzling, and the fire is very big. ”

"The third mark," the stern gunner reported, "I saw the third marker, and they seemed to have set fire to a fishing boat in dry dock." ”

"That should be the starting point for our entry," Arad said, her voice shaking, "I can't wait to drop the bomb." ”

And his co-pilot reported the situation to the bomber group waiting in the distance in a clear voice, and soon the captain's order came: "Raven Ten, your mission is complete, enter the field and drop bombs, try to light up the ground as much as possible." ”

"Yes, sir."

With that, Arad swung the joystick and let the plane start turning.

He knew that the bomber group hovering dozens of kilometers away was doing the same thing, and in ten minutes they would be over the target area - the reason why they did not hover over the target area was because it would definitely alarm the British, so the group sent Arad's crew out alone to reconnoiter over the target area. The Arad crew was chosen because Arad had the lowest yaw at night and was most likely to reach the target area without instructions at all.

Arad quickly turned, and his bomber made a half-circle and entered the field from the southernmost marker, which was over the burning fishing boat, and flew along the axis formed by the three markers.

"One degree to the left." The bombardier's instructions came through the guò line.

Arad lightly pressed on the rudder, deflecting the body's tail at a very small angle.

"Very well, I'm going to drop a bomb," the bombardier's voice continued, "three, two, one!" ”

Arad didn't feel anything, and as he had done when he had thrown practice bombs before, he couldn't feel the body lose a lot of weight in an instant.

So he asked a little uneasily: "We threw it down?" ”

"Yes, throw it down." The bombardier said, "If you don't worry, we can go around and come back to make sure, by then the bomb should have touched the ground." ”

Arad swung the joystick, tilted the plane all the way around, and began to steer.

**

"Why did you get such a bomb down?" The recruit, codenamed Weasel, craned his neck and looked at the sky, "This won't blow up many British supplies, right?" ”

"This should be the ammunition dropped by the pilot plane that has been hovering in the sky since the beginning, don't look at it, withdraw quickly, when the bombers come to drop the bombs, they don't know who is who, and they don't want to be killed together, so they leave quickly."

The weasel nodded, and ran in the direction of his comrades, while not forgetting to look up at the sky.

**

By this time the entire port was in chaos, and the surprise attack of the contingent was completely unexpected by the British.

First, the first of the four squads raided the unloading area, making a gesture of attacking the stacked supplies directly, attracting the attention of the British troops in the port, and while the British were busy intercepting the attacking first team, the other three opened fire in three different places. The second team set fire to an office building in the port area, the third team set fire to the warehouses of engine oil for cranes, and the fourth team raided the loosely defended dock area of the port area and set fire to the fishing boats in the dry dock.

The British were so dazed that they couldn't figure out what the Germans were going to do, and in the midst of the confusion, eight bombs of 250 kilograms were dropped from the sky.

This wave of bombs, although not numerous, has exacerbated the confusion even more.

The only thing the British were glad for was that the bombs that fell from the sky did not hit the ammunition supplies piled up in the open warehouse area of the port, otherwise there would have been a big fireworks to watch.

The British used the troops in charge of guarding the outer line of the port to try to hunt down the fleeing Einsatzgruppen, when the low roar of engines was heard in the sky.

This was followed by a screeching sound of bombs slicing through the air.

The dense sound of explosions overshadowed the sound of qiē, and fireballs rose from south to north along the central axis of the port area.

Moments later, a loud bang overpowered the explosion of the Germans' 250-kilogram bombs, and the results of an afternoon's work by the British troops in charge of unloading turned into a huge fireball that lit up most of the night sky.

The British war girls began to shoot into the air, and the fleet on the sea turned on their searchlights, and the thick pillars of light swept across the sky to reveal the figures of German bombers.

Dense anti-aircraft fire shot into the sky, and the girl also launched an energy weapon, and the white light directly cut off a German bomber, turning it into a fire meteor in the air.

However, the Germans fled as if they had finished dropping the bombs, and the speed was unbelievable.

**

An hour after the port was attacked, Brigitte aboard the King George V received a report.

"The Germans did not bomb with particularly high accuracy, only a dozen or so bombs hit the stacked cargo, and a third of the supplies in the port were blown up, most of which were ammunition."

As soon as the colonel's staff officer who came to report finished speaking, a brigadier general said: "It doesn't look very bad, we didn't consume much ammunition on this day, and most of the troops didn't fire a single shot at all." And we still have a lot of ammunition on the transport ship......"

"But we have to spend another half a day unloading these munitions ashore, Mr. Commodore General." Brigitte pointed out unceremoniously, "The whole ammunition supply plan has been affected, and you better pray that the German resistance in tomorrow's combat operation will be as soft as it is today." ”