In the end, I was only able to stay in the confinement room for three more days, and the critical situation of the war forced the British government to summon all its air power. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In July 1940, as negotiations between Germany and Britain broke down, on July 10, an enraged Hitler launched an air raid against Britain. In the skies over the English Channel, Germany and Great Britain fought with their respective allies. The battle lasted until 12 August, with the British losing 150 fighters and the Germans losing 286.

It seemed that the British had gained the upper hand, but it was not. Britain only had a total of 1,963 aircraft in the entire course of the Battle of Britain, while Germany had 4,074 aircraft, and Britain was actually at a disadvantage in the early battle.

With the increase in the intensity of German air raids, the British air force was overstretched, and could only do everything possible to expand the air force.

As I walked out of the confinement room, there was a great deal of change in the barracks, with the foreign pilots who had nothing to do missing, and some British soldiers dismantling tents all over the place. A jeep pulled up next to me, and a British pilot sat in the cab, looking at me from behind his sunglasses.

"Tian?"

"Yes"

"Sorry, your name is weird, my name is Taylor."

"For the Orientals, your names are more outlandish"

"Okay, get in the car, you're part of our 11 fighter group"

After a morning of tossing and turning on the bumpy road, I finally came to the airfield where the 11 fighter group was located near London.

During the Battle of Britain, Britain divided the mainland into four air theater borders. The 10, 11, 12 and 13 fighter groups are responsible for the air defense of these four areas, respectively. I was part of the 11 Fighter Group responsible for Bath, Southampton, Poncimouth Ball, Canterboray, London, Bristol, Ipswich and its environs. Under the jurisdiction of 14 squadrons by Trafford? Conducted by Limalori.

Taylor pulled me straight to the hangar, and I finally saw the plane I was about to fly, a brand new Hurricane!

The Hurricane fighter used a Merlin PV12 engine, retractable landing gear, eight machine guns, and a streamlined fuselage that was very advanced at the time, with an all-metal front half covered with a cloth skin on the wings. This aircraft has a simple structure and is easy to maintain and repair.

But during this period, the Hurricane fighter was at a low ebb. In the Continental European Campaign, 250 Hurricanes were shot down in just ten days, from May 8 to 18, 1940, and nearly 150 were lost in the air combat operations covering the retreat of Dunkirk. It looks completely no match for the German BF109 fighter.

"You and I are both Sergeant Kem's wingmen, and Sergeant Kem has gone back to London to visit his daughter, and will introduce him to you later. The guy on the side of the plane is your mechanic Martin, he has a bit of a weird temper, don't you mind"

Taylor parked the car and took me to the plane, I couldn't put it down and touched the plane, flying is every human dream!

"Hello Martin, nice to meet you!" I stretched out my right hand, trying to get on good terms with the silent mechanic.

Martin looked up at me, snorted in his nose in agreement, and my hand was embarrassed to keep it stretched out or withdrawn.

"Tian, don't pay attention to him, Lisa is Martin's daughter, and my father-in-law will always be unpleasant when he looks at his son-in-law" Taylor patted me on the shoulder comfortingly.

"Lisa?" I'm a little confused, when did I sleep with his daughter! Why didn't I know?

"That's her," Taylor gestured to the plane.

I breathed a sigh of relief, I was scared to death if I could speak clearly.

Taylor then took me to get two more pilot uniforms and a combat uniform. I have to say that the pilot's dress is not only top-notch, but also particularly handsome to wear.

When I returned to the dormitory to change my clothes, before I knew it, it was already evening, and Taylor took me to the pilot's cafeteria.

The pilot is worthy of being a rich and handsome profession, and the salary is so good that he is thrown out of the army. Spacious, bright and tidy canteen. The food is not only rich, delicate but also delicious. It was the best meal I've ever had on a mission.

The next day we did not receive a combat mission, and our flight formations needed to be broken in due to my accession. It just so happened that the weather was fine today, and Sergeant Kem took Taylor and me to the airport early in the morning.

"The information says that you have nearly 100 hours of flying experience, you try to fly a hurricane first, familiarize yourself with the performance of the aircraft, and then we will practice formation." Sergeant Kem sat on the stool with a cup of coffee in his arms, and he was always a little suspicious of me.

To be honest, I don't know the bottom in my heart, if the crystallization of space is a cheat, I will be miserable today. I hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted my teeth and walked to the plane.

"Don't forget to bring a parachute, I wish you a chance to open it," Kem's words were mocking.

I ignored him and stepped on the iron frame into the cockpit. As soon as I sat in the cockpit, a familiar feeling suddenly appeared, I had never flown an airplane, but I knew exactly what the joysticks, instrument panels and buttons were doing. Looking at the familiar pre-takeoff check, Taylor, who came along, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Poof... Buzz"

Taylor helped me remove the iron frame and put a rocker into the nose of the plane and shook it vigorously a few times, igniting the aircraft engine.

The fuselage of the plane was shaking, and the noise of the engines made it impossible for me to hear anything else. The ground crew waved a small flag in front of the plane, signaling that I was ready to take off. I let go of the brakes, and the plane, led by the engine, slowly moved onto the take-off runway.

In 40 years, the British army did not have the luxury of putting a radio on every plane, and the airfield could only be commanded by gestures and flags. Seeing the take-off signal from the control tower, I stepped on the throttle and slowly pushed the lever forward until the bottom couldn't be pushed.

When the fuselage began to shake violently, I pulled the lever back, and my body was pressed on the seat by a huge force, the nose of the plane was raised high, and the scenery on the ground was getting farther and farther away from me, and the plane flew!

The plane rose to a position of 3,000 meters, and I did not rise again, maintaining an altitude and flying around the airport, until this point my heart was still pounding, and my hands stiffly controlled the joystick.

I didn't dare to make any tactical moves, but the plane flew smoothly and easily lost control with sharp turns and rolls.

Two planes flew past me, one after the other, and the fighter plane in the lead shook its wings slightly a few times as it flew past me. I smiled and increased the throttle and followed, forming a "V" formation with them.

Through the glass, I saw Taylor give me a thumbs up. The formation of planes flew towards the edge of the defense zone, and a group of children could be seen waving their hands and running on the ground.