Before getting on the plane, you have to go to the toilet once to get rid of all the excrement in your body, and then you have to curl up in a space even smaller than the inside of a submarine and survive a long and boring flight that is measured in hours.

This is the battle of strategic bomber pilots, who not only have to face all kinds of enemies such as fighters and anti-aircraft guns, but also have to constantly compete with their metabolism and boredom.

Thankfully, whether it was the bombing of Germany by Britain and the United States in another time and space, or the bombing of Britain by Germany in Accardo, strategic bombers spent most of their flight time at sea, at least they did not have to be nervous all the time and could stay relaxed for most of the flight.

However, due to the large number of female pilots in the German flying forces, the issue of going to the toilet became a big deal. There are many oil drums inside the aircraft to carry spare oil, which can be added to the mailbox of the aircraft inside, and the remaining empty barrels naturally become a "night pot" to solve the problem of excretion.

It was a bit more difficult for the female gunners to go to the toilet, they had to climb into the interior of the plane, cover themselves with canvas in a corner, stuff a special funnel prepared for them into an empty oil drum, and then half-crouch to solve their own problems. But most of the female gunners chose to abandon the canvas that covered the shame, because it was really troublesome to cover the canvas.

This is war, full of helpless sadness, which makes people have to face some embarrassing things with a strange thinking. Regardless of men and women, everyone is fighting desperately for victory, and etiquette, righteousness and shame have long been thrown out of the clouds, and everything left here is the neatness of the red fruit.

With the sudden light on the clouds on the horizon, the gunner at the tail of the plane used a walk-in to report to the pilot what he had seen: "I see the sun! The sky is about to dawn!"

"Hey, I can see the Vengeance 2! Navigator! Our fleet formation is well maintained!" The pilot in the other plane saw the neighbor flying beside him clearly through the hazy light, and said to the navigator next to him with a smile: "Confirm it immediately to see if our course needs to be corrected, although we are flying with the Vengeance 1, but all the navigators have to check the direction." ”

"I'm checking directions! But it stands to reason that there shouldn't be anything wrong. Soon, the navigator was reading words to the map.

At the outermost end of the entire aircraft formation, in the Avenge 43 bomber, the navigator and several gunners were looking around for the sky. Because according to the plan before takeoff, the outermost part of the entire flight formation, Avenger 19 and Avenger 43, were responsible for searching the entire sky and preparing to meet the Navy's escort fighter formation.

As the minutes passed, the expected fighter escort group did not appear, because the radio silence had to be maintained, so the entire bomber group did not know why the agreed naval fighters did not arrive. However, they had no choice but to maintain their original flight speed and continue to fly towards their target.

In fact. On the other end, Admiral Lütjans is now dealing with the navy's own mess. The four German aircraft carriers in his hands were reluctantly changing their course and preparing to return to the waters off the coast of the Netherlands.

Last night, the German aircraft carrier fleet was hurrying south, trying to enter the English Channel to complete this combat mission to cover the air bombardment, but just as Lütjens was about to enter the predetermined sea area, two destroyers on the periphery of the fleet suddenly discovered an underwater signal.

This situation frightened Lütjans stupidly, because if the British submarines discovered the exact location of the main forces of the German Navy, then the British Navy and Air Force had many ways to make the German Navy unforgettable memories in such a place close to the British mainland.

Driven by the basic principle of not taking too many risks, Lütjans ordered the British submarine to be besieged and the fleet to change course. As a result, the entire fleet was delayed for an hour before it was confirmed that the British submarine had been sunk, which could be regarded as maintaining the concealment of the entire high seas fleet's operations. But by this time the sky was already showing the white of the fish's belly, and Lütjans was still 40 minutes away from the place where the plane was expected to be released.

If the plane is allowed to take off early, Ruetjance is still a little worried. He was afraid that the aircraft unit would have problems due to lack of fuel, and second, he was afraid that the British Navy warships would come to check on the submarines that had lost contact and discover his fleet. So he had no choice but to cancel the battle plan and flee back to the sea off the Netherlands to make another plan.

After continuing to fly for more than ten minutes, Colonel Nils, the temporary commander of the front line of the German bomber group flying in front, decided to continue the flight to London, England, and soon the British coastline appeared in front of his eyes, and at this time he still did not wait for the naval escort fighters that did not exist at all.

Looking at the cold sweat that broke out in his palms, Colonel Nils consulted with his navigator and decided to continue the mission of bombing London. He ordered the bombers to raise the altitude and control the flight altitude to an altitude of 6,000 meters, ready to meet the possible British interceptor fighters.

"Let's go crazy once! Even if we fail, the Führer can still lead our empire to victory!" Colonel Nils said firmly as he stared at the approaching British coastline, "and I believe that I am flying the most advanced plane in the world, and no British plane can defeat us!"

Soon directly below the German Butcher Bomber group, which was carrying out the reincarnation operation plan, was already British land territory. The engines roared over the rows of British buildings and farmland to their ultimate destination, London.

An Englishman stood in front of his house, holding milk and looking up as a blackened plane flew over his head. Next to his legs, two little boys buzzed with their mouths, simulating the engine of an airplane, and circled around him with their arms outstretched, and their arms changed heights to simulate the movements of an airplane depending on the direction of running.

The Englishman frowned and stared at the sky, then looked into the distance and said to himself: "Judging by the height, this kind of plane should be at least 18 meters long, which is really big." Do we have such planes in the UK?"

Of course not, Britain's current main bomber is still the Wellington bomber, which is not as large as the German medium bomber Do-217, how can it be compared to the German army's most advanced butcher four-engine heavy strategic bomber.

The German planes were in the airspace of Great Britain as if no one was there, and there were no fighter planes coming to intercept them all the way to London, and many citizens along the way saw these behemoths, but most of them regarded them as units of the Royal Air Force. It is no wonder that they are so similar, after all, the British mainland has so far been rarely visited by enemy aircraft.

And in 1938, the British radar stations that caused headaches to the Germans did not seem to have been completed, and the Hurricane fighters had just been put into service because of the interference and sabotage of German spies, and they had not yet formed an effective combat force -- now they seemed to be on the side of the German strategic bomber forces, and they were now almost invincible in the world.

At about 6:15 a.m., German bombers appeared near London in the light of the sun, the roar of the engines was heard in the distance, the frightened pigeons in the square scattered in all directions, and many early London suburb residents squinted their eyes to the sun and looked at the sky, after all, it was definitely not a common thing to have such a large fleet of planes near London.

The airfields that could take off bombers to bomb the British mainland were still largely under the control of the British and French armies, and although the war situation in western Belgium and northwestern France was very bad, it was far from the point where the Luftwaffe could take off bombers at will to bomb over long distances.

Therefore, at this time, the air defense observation posts in Britain were still relatively slack most of the time, and the commanders of many air defense positions were not in their own camps, and more soldiers in the observation posts were sleeping with their guns.

When the German planes flew to the outskirts of London, a call was made to the command of the air defense forces, hoping to confirm whether the planes were British bombers or not. Soon, a mournful air defense siren sounded over the airfield of the RAF. Twenty state-of-the-art Hurricane fighters, which had just been equipped with troops, took off urgently, hoping to shoot down these German invaders before they entered London.

Fighter pilots scrambled into their fighters, started their engines and waited for the next orders from the control tower, and one Hurricane fighter after another began to take off one by one, and the order they received was very simple: "Defend London." ”

Of course, the Germans also felt the hospitable side of the British people, and when they entered the center of London, the anti-aircraft artillery finally roared, but after two shots, the German bombers swept over the position, and there was no angle of fire.

"The British have returned fire!" Breaking the radio silence!" Colonel Nils gave his first order of the day loudly with a radio radio: "All planes begin to check the bomb sights for the last time!"

"Checked!" After a while, the voice of the report came from the headset one after another.

"The flight altitude has dropped to 5,000 meters!" Nils cracked his mouth and ordered with a smile: "All bombers open the bombing bay!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the belly of the plane opened with the sound of machinery, revealing the bomb hanging inside. And around this plane, one butcher bomber after another opened its bomb bay.

"Bomb!" Nils shouted.

"Click!" there was a metallic crunch, the fuselage shuddered slightly, and a bomb broke away from the plane and flew towards the ground......