A few seconds after the call, an angelic voice came from the headset of the captain of the German butcher reconnaissance plane, and the duty officer of the ground control tower asked as a matter of routine: "I am the command tower, and there is no aircraft carrier cruising near you at present, so I approve you to return...... Again, are you being harassed by enemy planes?"

It is not to blame that the staff of these ground towers are slack, after all, in the past, the British would not take off planes to intercept the Germans' high-altitude reconnaissance planes, and at an altitude of 10,000 meters, few fighters could compete with the butchers. Therefore, the crew members who carry out reconnaissance and high-altitude photo missions in Iceland often do not contact the ground tower once during the whole process, and the ground tower is happy to be at ease.

"Bastards! We're not being harassed, we're being attacked! They're breaking my glass with their cannons, and now my engines are smoking, and the wings of the planes are full of holes! We're hurting...... Ask for support!Understand?Ask for support!" The captain wanted to arrest the man on duty and give him a punch, but all he could do now was shout over the throat intercom.

"Your request has been processed, repeat it once, there is no our aircraft carrier fleet cruising near the place of the incident, and I cannot send fighter jets to carry out escort missions! Your request to return to the sea has been approved, and I agree that you will return to the sea ahead of schedule!" The ground tower did not have a very good way to deal with it, so it could only repeat what he had just said again and again in the same tone.

"Oh God, Grushhir, Grushir, he's not breathing, he's bleeding everywhere!" the co-pilot glanced back at his comrade, the photographer who had been shot, and saw that the unlucky guy who had been hit in the inner thigh was no longer crying, he was leaning back in his seat, his hand holding the wound hanging limply, his head bobbing back and forth with the vibration of the plane.

"Leave him alone, keep an eye on those two enemy planes, find their position, I can't see them! I can't see them!" The captain was too lazy to argue with the people who were in charge of the tower on the ground, and he felt that it was more practical to save himself in this situation.

"I can't see the other side's position, I can't see it!" The co-pilot searched everywhere for the location of the two terrifying fighters of the other side, but he really couldn't find the two British fighters that looked like death.

"The nose turret did not find a target, maybe they were following us. The gunner in the nose confirmed his observations with a walkie-talkie: "They are not in front of us!"

"They're not behind us either! The tail turret didn't notice anything! But the glass next to me had two holes punched, and the steel plate under my feet had been punctured. God forbid, I was almost killed. The gunner in the tail replied with trepidation, and confirmed that there was no shadow of an enemy aircraft in his direction.

"Looks like they're gone, maybe we're out of their range. In the rotating turret on the back of the plane, the gunner looked around before speaking.

I hope so, the captain thought with some trepidation. He looked at the huge engine outside the cockpit that was still smoking, and shook his head helplessly: his plane could not withstand such a ravage, so it was better that the two planes would never come back to attack them, or they would have to wait in the cold waters of the North Atlantic in life jackets for the submarine to come and rescue their bodies.

"Fly back, go back!" the captain said helplessly, and flew back in the direction of the British mainland. None of the people on the plane knew why the two terrible new British fighters had spared them, and it wasn't until a long, long time later that the battle was revealed with a declassified text.

On the other hand, Britain's two newest jet fighters, the Meteor fighters, are on their way home at breakneck speed. The pilot of the long plane was the test pilot major who was willing to die for the sake of the British Empire, and at this time the cockpit of his wingman was so thick with smoke that it was impossible to see inside.

"Ahem!ahem!" "Ahem!ahem!" In the headset, the wingman pilot's constant coughing sound can be heard, proving that the pilot inside has not lost his life, but his condition is obviously not optimistic, because the obvious smoke has made his condition very bad, and he is in danger of suffocation at any time.

"Mr. Major! Sir, I can't hold on! I may not be able to fly back to base! Let me parachute!" The wingman pilot is also a veteran of the Native War, and has a lot of combat experience, he once shot down a German DO-217 bomber and also shot down an FW-190D fighter. is a pilot with extensive experience in air combat.

Because of the loss of the homeland, the training and replenishment system of British pilots has collapsed, and there are only a handful of veteran pilots with military records, each of whom is a very valuable invisible asset. So when the new jet fighter entered service, the British and Icelandic governments had the best pilots for the fighter.

The only pity is that the reliability of this aircraft is so low that one crashed due to mechanical failure on the first day of equipping the troops, which reduced the number of aircraft in the hands of the British jet interceptor unit by one-third. Yes, you heard it right, it's a third! Only three of these Meteor fighters were equipped with troops, and the only two remaining ones almost shot down a butcher reconnaissance plane in this air battle.

It's a pity that now another plane has malfunctioned, and the attack mission of the director zhì has finally failed, and now the pilot of the wingman is trying to rescue this precious new fighter, but apparently his efforts have failed, and now he is exhausted, and the thick smoke is roasting him, making his head a little blurred.

"Sir, I want to go home!" the wingman pilot's voice grew weaker and weaker in the headset.

"We're about to fly over the airfield! Turn off the engines and just taxi! Hear me back!" replied the major pilot with a frown. In the wingman behind him was his long-time friend, an old friend who had not been able to die in the brutal naval battles on British soil, and now the malfunction of a new fighter plane was on the verge of killing the pilot.

"I mean, my home in Yorktown, which is the place in England and the United States. I want to go back and see there...... cough cough cough cough ...... Damn, I'm having trouble breathing!" the wingman seemed to be saying something, but his voice was getting so small that the major pilot in the long plane could no longer hear what his friend was saying.

"I'm going to have to skydive! God! I'm going to have to skydive! I'm going to get out of this place!" Suddenly, the wingman shouted hysterically, his voice startling the major pilot, and then the major pilot saw the wingman cabin next to his plane being pulled hard from the inside.

"We've reached the airfield! Hold on a few seconds and you'll be landing! My friend! Hold on!" the major pleaded with his comrade to keep the precious plane.

"......" no one answered his plea, because he had seen the wingman fall headlong to the ground. The scary thing is that the pilot has not even jumped out of the cabin, thick smoke pours out of the open cockpit, and then the flames meet the wind outside, and they burst out with a snort.

The jet staggered towards Iceland's coastline and eventually crashed into the shallows at the beach. The wreckage of the plane was discovered by the British beach guards, and then Air Force personnel rushed to the scene of the accident.

When the major hurried to the scene of the incident after landing at the airport, the paramedics were carrying the body of the wingman pilot onto the jeep, the corpse's face blackened by smoke, and the clothes on its body were partially burned by the flames that had sparked later. The pilot, who had shot down a German fighter jet in an outdated aircraft, did not escape a mechanical accident and died on the way home.

"What about airplanes, can they still be used?" the major was expressionless, unable to see joy or sorrow. He turned around and asked an engineer behind him in a deep voice, "My friend shouldn't have died in vain." ”

"The entire cockpit was destroyed by fire, and I don't know if there is still a need for repairs on this plane, but in my opinion, even if this plane is repaired, no one will dare to continue to fly it to fight. The engineer and technician spread his hands helplessly and said: "What's more, there is an engine that hit the dirt first and flew over there with half a wing...... Scrapping is a certainty. ”

I still haven't been able to keep the plane. The major pilot smiled bitterly, and then said to another pilot who came with him: "As a pilot of the British Empire, I just want to ask you, are you willing to continue to fly this kind of plane and fight to defend the airspace of the British Empire?"

"I do, sir!" replied the young pilot, his expression full of English fervor. A super-empire that has lasted for a hundred years will not lack loyal warriors when it falls, and fanaticism is not the exclusive domain of a certain country, it is the courage of the patriots of every country.

"With you, Britain will never fall!" The major solemnly returned the salute, and then looked at the engineer and technician: "Did you hear what he said? We dare to take off to meet the enemy without your life, please improve the performance of the aircraft, and don't let the patriotic pilots sacrifice in vain!"

The engineer smiled helplessly, and walked to the wreckage of the plane without saying a word, but he sighed bitterly in his heart: "If possible, I also want to make the plane more reliable, but we really can't do it......"