Just as the Americans knew almost everything about Norway, the Luftwaffe was well acquainted with the Allied bases in Iceland. They reconnoitred a large number of Allied bases in Iceland at a time when Britain did not yet have Meteor fighters, and drew high-resolution aerial maps.

By the time these things were on General Dick's desk, he knew his plane was going to bomb those places. However, on the night of the third day, he temporarily canceled the order for night bombing. Because after repeated bargaining, the command of the German Air Force found that the night bombing was not worth the cost for Germany.

"Even though the British had more than 100 fighters deployed in Iceland, we still had an absolute numerical advantage when it came to take-off bombing, and in this case, choosing night bombing, which was not accurate enough to bomb, seemed to interfere with the bombing effect. "A senior commander of a strategic bomber said what he thought.

And his idea also represented the opinion of most other people - the bombing of Iceland by German bombers should be carried out during the day, which would give full play to the advantages of German bombers.

First of all, in terms of navigation and formation, daytime bombing can better organize aircraft and dispatch. Navigation and flying are relatively more convenient, and it is easier for pilots to maintain their flight formation during the day.

The second reason was that the Luftwaffe felt that with a single large-scale bombing, even after losing about 100 aircraft, most of the military installations in Iceland could be destroyed. This was a worthwhile attempt for General Dick, who could settle the Icelandic threat once and for all by enduring a single heavy loss.

The third reason, in fact, is an analysis report submitted by the fighter unit, which believes that the Allied military base in Iceland can accommodate 400 planes is already a limit, because the base number of bombers taking off from there is almost 300, so the Allied fighter formation stationed there will not be more than 70, or even less.

The fourth important reason came from the navy, as Dönitz, the Führer's submarine godfather, assured Dick and Admiral Catherine that the Allied air bases in Iceland were weaker than expected under his submarine blockade. This guarantee was convincing, since the first information that the Allies were strengthening Iceland was provided by the Navy's submarine forces.

Similarly, the German fighter unit also put forward another escort opinion: although the Ta-152 fighters could not fly to the skies over Iceland even with auxiliary fuel tanks, if they tried their best to take off from the airfields in the north of England, they could ensure that the German bombers were escorted most of the time.

In addition, several commanders of the strategic bomber force were confident in the performance of the butcher bombers and their ability to defend themselves, so changing the bombing time to daytime seemed to be a very advantageous thing for the Luftwaffe.

The battle plan was finally approved after it was presented to the Führer. The Führer agreed with General Dick to use more than 380 Butcher long-range strategic bombers, escorted by 30 Ta-152 fighters, to carry out strategic bombing of Iceland during the day in retaliation for Allied sabotage against Norway.

The third day of the bombing of Norway was spent without either attacking the other. Then, in the early hours of the fourth day, when the sun had just risen in the east, the atmosphere over the British Isles suddenly became different.

Under the nervous command, from the hidden barracks, a group of German bomber crews, both men and women, soon formed a neat phalanx on the grass.

"Lizheng!" The commander of the ground crew, a major general officer, walked up to the crew members, looking at the young faces with his hands behind his back. Behind him someone shouted a salute, and then all the soldiers folded their legs together and held their heads high.

The major general waved his hand and motioned for everyone to rest before he spoke: "You are all my proud subordinates, and I have nothing to explain to you. I have only one request for you, please do your best...... Come back alive!"

"Long live Führer Accardo, Rudolph!" everyone proudly raised their arms, stood upright, and gave a German salute to their superiors. They have bombed London, they have bombed the deserts of North Africa, they have bombed Stalingrad and Moscow -- no bomber unit in the world has so much bombing experience as they do. For that alone, they are something to be proud of, and for that alone, they are the most powerful bomber force in the world.

"Let's go!" the major general waved his hand, and the huge phalanx disbanded, and some of the members began to carry their supply bags onto the plane, while the captain and navigator gathered around the commanders on the ground to confirm their flight path, the direction of return, and so on.

The Germans have the world's largest number of bombers with actual combat experience in long-range navigation, and at their most they can dispatch more than 500 aircraft of various types at a time to carry out large-scale air strikes against enemy targets thousands of miles away. They have a real record of destroying targets under the interference of the enemy's dense anti-aircraft fire, and Iceland is nothing more than a weak target for them, nothing more.

With the help of ground crews, the huge propellers on the wings of the Butcher strategic bomber began to turn, the sound of the engines was deafening, and the entire base was busy with this regular noise, and one German pilot after another finally boarded the plane, and then aimed the nose of the plane at the take-off runway.

"Finally confirm the status of each part of the plane! Check your own instruments, then notify the ground tower, report when ready, and then take off!" In the headset, on the ground control tower, the officer responsible for guiding the planes to take off pinched the radio intercom and said loudly to these pilots.

They took off in Ireland and northern England, formed huge bomber fleets at sea, and then visited the only Allied base in Iceland. These planes will be accompanied by a full 110 German fighters, and these FW-190Ds will return halfway, and the escort will be carried out by the remaining 30 German Ta-152 fighters.

The warplanes flying in the sky shocked all those who saw these planes, and the civilians who had finally escaped the shadow of war and were busy resuming production looked up at the sky and watched the dense German planes flying overhead, and they were so frightened that they could not say a word.

They've seemed to have forgotten the nightmares of the German Iron Cross hovering overhead, and they seem to have forgotten the sound of the Stuka bomber swooping down with a terrible howl. But at this moment, the Luftwaffe used the most repressive means to remind everyone that this war seemed to be far from over.

A middle-aged man with a leather bag ready to go to work held the top hat on his head in one hand, squinted at the butcher bombers whose engines roared past, and his face turned pale all of a sudden. He lowered his head and looked around, then quickly turned back and ran desperately towards his quarters.

Around the corner, two patrolling northern British policemen scanned everyone who passed by, trying to find the hidden "spy of His Majesty the King" from them. When the man who ran back saw the two policemen, he immediately restrained his pace, pretended to be nothing, and walked slowly to his residence.

Finally managed to get to his quarters, he hurriedly pushed open the door, looked around cautiously, and then closed the door and locked all the locks. Then he sat down in the chair in front of his desk, pulled out a drawer, and pulled out a spy radio. Checking the contents of the ciphercode, the spy hidden in the north of England frantically sent telegrams to Iceland.

In the telegraph room in Iceland, a British telegraph operator who received the telegram carefully checked the coded telegram he received, and then his expression became ugly, he grabbed the telegram and ran to the air defense headquarters in the distance.

Less than a minute later, several officers of the U.S. Army Air Corps and some British officers were summoned here, all with solemn expressions on their faces, because they had just received information that German planes were massing, and that about 100 planes were taking off from the British mainland and flying in the direction of Iceland.

"Hugh, General Dowding, what I want to know is how many fighters we have that can be used for air defense operations!" a U.S. Army general asked in a heavy tone with a frown, "You know, there are hundreds of planes here that can only be stacked on the airfield......

"Aircraft that can take off, including 7 Meteor fighters that can take off...... There are also 16 Hurricane fighters and 19 P-40 Rolls-Royce modifications. The rest of the planes were unable to participate in the battle because of the malfunction, and the rest were the 20 of your fighters that arrived here the day before yesterday, and I don't know how many of these planes could take off. Hugh Dowding knew everything about his family and answered the other party's question directly.

The "......" Americans knew that few of their fighters had not been maintained at all, and now it seemed that only about 10 of them could take off to meet the battle, and counting all the strength of the British, there were only 52 fighters in total. Although there are seven of the latest jet fighters in these aircraft, the number is really unbelievable. The most terrible thing is that among the 52 planes in the hands of the Allies, there are still 16 Hurricane fighters that cannot fly to an altitude of 10,000 meters to intercept the German troops -- that is to say, the forces that the Allies can use are only 36 planes.