A German Butcher strategic reconnaissance plane patrolling the waters near Iceland was flying slowly at an altitude of 10,000 meters, the four engines were making a deafening roar, and the co-pilot of the plane and the operator of the camera taking pictures were chatting about yesterday's food in idleness.

Ever since the British seized Iceland, a Danish possession, and built it into a strategic location for counterattacking the British mainland, the Luftwaffe and Navy have continued to scout and blockade Iceland. Although the naval blockade of Iceland has not had the desired effect due to the interference of road-based aircraft, the air force has been jamming and bombing Iceland.

To tell the truth, even Catherine and Dick, two air generals, were not optimistic about bombing Iceland, and compared to the British mainland, which was full of strategic targets, Iceland was an undeveloped barren land, and there were no targets worth bombing and destroying. Several important military facilities were protected by intensive anti-aircraft artillery, and these anti-aircraft guns from the United States were powerful but very concentrated, which made it difficult for the Luftwaffe to start for a while.

Another fatal problem is that flying to Iceland consumes a lot of fuel and gets very little in return, there are no decent industrial facilities in Iceland, and washing the ground with strategic bombers can only have a limited deterrent effect, but it will not stop the British from continuing to produce weapons and ammunition in Canada.

As a result, the bombing of Iceland was gradually canceled and replaced by limited strategic reconnaissance, after all, the German High Command needed to know what the British had done in Iceland and whether it was possible to threaten the security of the Atlantic barrier.

The latest large-scale photographic equipment, mounted on a reconnaissance variant of the Butcher Bomber, provided the German High Command with the most detailed military intelligence and ground installations, and the most sophisticated cameras could take crisp pictures, including warships docked in harbor and newly built airfield runways.

Thankfully, when it comes to the manufacture of precision instruments, especially precision optical instruments, there is no country that can compare with Germany, and the paranoid process of this nation's love of precision machining is absolutely beyond anyone's imagination. Relying on this paranoia, which bordered on madness, the aerial photographs in the hands of Arcardo and Marshal Brauchitsch now allow the two men to clearly understand the every move of the enemy in the distance.

"Yesterday the british chick had a really round ass and I asked the old man for a beer and then gave her a tip of 5 marks...... Trust me, she's willing to lick my toes!" "With Iceland still a few minutes to fly away, the people on the plane were not yet nervous, and the photographer bragged about his affair at the airport in the north of England yesterday, full of obscene words, which made the captain and the co-pilot laugh.

"Don't say it, boy, if you blow it any longer, Chamberlain's wife has slept with you. The captain joked with a smile as he steered the plane.

"Don't believe it, airport manager, yes, it's the British officer, his wife is good, it's loud in bed, it's hard enough!" said the more the photographer became more and more energetic, in order to show his incomparable charm, he kept bragging about his affair. Many of the German occupation troops stationed in Britain got involved with local women, and even the local British newspapers exclaimed: "It won't be long before the German children are running all over the ground." ”

Because of the war, a large number of British men died on the battlefield or fled overseas, after all, the number of British who fled was still a minority, and many more were forced to stay and accept German rule. However, the old, weak, sick and disabled left behind were really unable to support themselves, so they had to give up their dignity in order to survive.

As a result of the defeat of the war, the collapse of commerce, and the collapse of continuous supply chains, the apocalyptic scenes of Britain itself: food was dependent on France and Germany, steel factories could not be put to work, workers were unemployed and returned home, and pastures were desolate because of the war. The world's most powerful industrial system is gone, and now British industry is difficult to save itself, let alone help the Germans produce.

Speer's plan to consolidate British industry would not bear fruit until a year later, and the exact extent of its effect depended on whether Germany could defeat the British government-in-exile, annihilate the British fleet, and successfully end the state of war - in which case the only thing left in the British economy with a little vitality was the German Expeditionary Force.

In order to survive, to make a living, to get a little rice and flour in a hungry environment, the British women gave up their reserve and arrogance, and prostrate themselves in front of the invaders. However, they soon discovered that the German soldiers were not as greedy and shameless as they had been denigrated in the newspapers earlier, but rather that they were polite and generous!

The German garrison in Britain was subsidized, and the army had monthly expedition funds, which in most cases were converted into rice and white flour, transported across the English Channel, and subsidized to the local population. The other branches of the armed forces were even more affluent, and the officers and men of the ships of the German destroyer fleet stationed in ports such as Liverpool, and the air force units under the Western Air Defense Command, which was responsible for British air defense, had a large amount of allowances and subsidies, but this large sum of money and supplies had nowhere to be spent in the barren British mainland, and since there was demand and supply, a huge market was immediately formed between the two sides.

British women dating German officers could be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys, and some British local officers turned a blind eye to their wives in exchange for food in order to curry favor with their superiors.

A few people were talking nonsense about which British woman was the sexiest in the red-light district outside the air base, when suddenly the voice of the machine gun turret shooter under the head came from the radio headset: "Directly ahead! The altitude is slightly off, I see two enemy planes! Ask for confirmation! Ask for confirmation!"

"I'm confirming! How could an enemy plane attack at this altitude? Is it a mistake?" The co-pilot adjusted his sitting posture and carefully looked at the direction reported by the gunner, and then his eyes suddenly widened: "It's really an enemy plane! It's very fast!"

The atmosphere in the cabin suddenly became solemn, everyone closed their mouths, the other party was obviously not good, the captain adjusted the power control stick of the engine, let the plane accelerate slightly, and then turned on the whole call channel: "The enemy plane is coming! All turrets are ready to fight! Repeat, all turrets are ready to fight!"

All the turrets on the plane immediately adjusted their positions, and the machine guns and cannons were immediately aimed in the direction of the enemy planes, as if they were a huge battleship in the air, ready for battle. The British plane on the opposite side was obviously not vegetarian either, and the two planes rushed over in this way, and in the blink of an eye they had already reached the German reconnaissance plane.

"Suddenly, suddenly!" The two 30mm cannons in the nose were the first to fire, and the huge tongue of fire erupted, and everyone felt a slight vibration under their feet, but the sound from the headset made the captain and the co-pilot who had not faced the battle tremble.

"They're too fast! These aren't ordinary planes!" the female gunner in the belly of the plane shouted as she kept firing violently, "I can't aim at them! they're too fast! ”

"Damn, before I could take aim, they went around, the machine guns on the flanks, to your side!" the shooter of the tail cannon cursed loudly.

"Oh my God! they've gone around, they're firing! Be careful!" the machine-gun shooter on the flank reminded his companion, his voice trembling a little, whether it was from being too nervous or from excitement.

As the opposing fighter jets spewed dazzling tongues of fire, the butcher reconnaissance plane was shot out of a neat row of holes by hail bullets, bullets bouncing in the cabin, and everyone shouted and dodged the debris that came from nowhere.

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"Oh my God! Someone's hurt! Someone's hurt!" the co-pilot shouted loudly as he scrambled to help the cameraman hold down the wound, hoping that someone would come and help. But the cabin of the plane was cramped, and it was obvious that his extravagant hope would not be realized.

"Let him cover himself! You come and help!" The captain of the plane hurriedly waved all kinds of switches, and the strafing fire of the enemy plane just now obviously hit more than just the cameraman: "Come and help me control the plane, something on the left wing may have been damaged, and the control has become much sluggish! If you don't want to crash at sea, hurry up and roll over!"

The co-pilot hurriedly returned to his seat with a bloody face, the bullets of the enemy plane once again pierced the thin skin of the fuselage of the plane, the expensive photographic equipment was smashed into a pile of scrap metal by the bullets, and a shooter operating a machine gun was hit by two shells from the aircraft guns and turned into a mass of minced meat. Soon smoke rose from one of the engines of the butcher reconnaissance aircraft.

"Immediately return! Immediate return! Command! We were intercepted by British planes, we were hit! We were hit!" the captain piloted the plane to avoid strafing from enemy planes, and let the plane start its return flight.

"Call nearby allies! Call nearby allies! We are attacked! We are attacked! Can anyone support? Can anyone support?" he pleaded loudly, pressing the throat intercom.