[World War II] Thousands of Miles in the Sky

Eleventh.

Four Messerschmitts flew over Ekramah in a four-finger formation.The blue Mediterranean Sea shimmers as far as the eye can see.The plane on the outermost side of the formation suddenly pressed its right wing and turned 300 degrees to the right, then the one on the right also turned right after flying a certain distance, followed by the one on the right, and finally the one on the inside airplane.The four fighter jets reflected the dazzling white light under the sunlight. After turning the corner, they still maintained the previous formation without any leaks. They only changed the direction of the formation, from the second fighter from the left to the second fighter from the right. take the lead.Steinschmidt, who was the last to turn the corner, looked down from the side of the driver's window, and [-] meters below were eleven American Kitty Hawk fighter jets.He raised the nose of the plane and climbed up, chasing his comrades who had leveled the nose after turning.He leisurely looked at the graceful arc of the Messerschmidt's tail obliquely ahead.

Suddenly there was a loud noise in the cockpit, followed by a strong vibration.The fuselage turned upside down, and engine oil poured into the cockpit. Steinschmidt hurriedly pulled the joystick, but the plane didn't listen, dragging billowing smoke, turned over and plunged straight down towards the group of Kitty Hawk fighters below.

"Which one of you idiots got shot down just now?!" a growl came over the radio.

Foco couldn't help leaning towards the fuselage, the plane left the formation and drew an arc, he looked down, and then hurriedly steered the plane back to the formation.This made Kugbauer, who was following obliquely behind him, fly to his side and waved to him through the glass of the cockpit.

"Report to the captain, it's machine No. [-]." Foco pressed the call button.

"Is this the only way to fuck the second team!" Hemut Doman roared, "And you, don't shame on the third team! Don't leave the team without orders! Be careful, I will report to Edouard when I go back , punish you!"

After finishing speaking, he seemed to be still angry, and pressed down the joystick and the left wing, and turned down sharply behind the Fokker fuselage: "Kill these British guys, and I will mark you off if I run away! "

Foko lay on the tarpaulin spread out in front of the tent, without a shirt, half of his body hidden in the shadows, with his elbows on the ground, holding the end of the pen in his mouth, staring at the letter paper spread out in front of him in a daze.The stagnant air of the afternoon was warm without a breeze.Foko stretched his legs in khaki uniform shorts in the sun, stretched out his hand to write a sentence on the paper, and then looked up a few times.The letter paper was covered on a hardcover book, and his left hand rested on the spine of the book, tapping it repeatedly.He lowered his head and wrote another half a line. He lifted the pen but didn't put it down. Instead, he hung in the air and looked up in the direction where there were many people.

"Don't worry about peeling off the skin!" A voice behind Foko said, and at the same time a booted foot kicked his calf.Foucault turned over and jumped up: "Hans-Arnold!"

Steinschmidt raised his scorched eyebrows, and his body still smelled of burnt, and said disapprovingly: "I'm not here, and you don't know how to worry about me."

Foko smiled at Stein Schmitt's distressed appearance, and said, "Why should I worry, I know you won't die. But Captain Dorman is still jumping around with your anger!"

Steinschmidt shrugged noncommittally: "The leaders of your three groups are also really murderous."

"Isn't it?" Foko pouted, "The Kitty Hawk fighter jet that shot down you ran away, and he is still gnashing his teeth at me and Karl. I didn't dare to show up in front of old man Nuberger all afternoon. Otherwise, maybe after hearing his complaint just now, I will have something to catch me again."

"It's as if Mr. Neuberger still lacks your handle." Steinschmidt laughed.After speaking, he frowned thoughtfully: "But that hit was so powerful that I didn't even see it."

"Yeah." Folk said affirmatively, "I also think it's pretty amazing to be able to hit you with a single blow at a height difference of 300 meters. Mr. Dorman said the same thing. He also said that he saw the leading Kitty Hawk The fighter jerked its nose up and fired."

Steinschmidt shook his head with emotion: "It's really terrible, is it one of the best aces of the Royal Air Force?"

"Mr. Dorman and I went to check. It should be the Australian ace, Cliff Caldwell. The nearest station here is the 110th Second Wing of the Royal Air Force. Among them, there should be no one else except him."

"It's him again?" Stein Schmidt frowned, "It's really haunting. Last August, Schroer's wingman matter has not been settled with him, and now I have to add it. When will he transfer to the Sharks? The alliance has gone?"

"Didn't you obviously get out of the middle of his team, and you haven't recognized the alliance yet?" Foco joked.

"Go away." Stein Schmitt said angrily, "I can't protect myself if the plane loses control. How can I have time to look at the team logo of the enemy plane?"

"You can't protect yourself, didn't you come back anyway?" Foco put away his smile and asked.

"There's no other way," Steinschmidt laughed at himself, "I don't know if I will have such good luck next time. I finally regained control of the fuselage when I was at an altitude of 100 meters, and started the engine intermittently all the way to climb. After gliding more than [-] kilometers back to our battle line, I made an emergency landing in no man's land, and finally climbed out before the wreckage burned out. Afterwards, people from our survey team brought me back."

"Did you report to the old man?" Foco suddenly asked.

"No," Steinschmidt replied, "I just got back."

"Then why don't you go soon?"

"Don't worry." Steinschmidt scratched his head, "Anyway, it's an afternoon, and it's not too late. Going later will save him from giving me work before dark." He took a step forward and passed Foko He glanced at the letter paper on the oilcloth over his shoulder: "What are you writing?"

Folk immediately turned around and picked up the letter paper from the ground, and held it in front of Stein Schmitt: "It's just right, can you help me check the grammar?"

Steinschmidt looked carefully at the words on the paper a few times back and forth, nodded exaggeratedly, and said, "Not bad, not bad."

"Hans-Arnold!" cried Foucault, "look at you."

Steinschmidt spread his hands and said, "Hayo, I didn't graduate from a high school like you, even if I can barely handle French, I really don't know anything about English."

Foco waved his hand dejectedly: "I don't count on you anymore, I'll go to Werner. You should go and report to the old man quickly, so that he won't be in a hurry. Otherwise, the two aces of our squadron will fall on the same enemy ace, and he will be the leader again." You died heroically in the line of duty, and you must be angry."

"Yo, Stein Schmidt?" Stein Schmidt didn't have time to answer, and his attention was drawn by the officer walking by.Doman's shirt buttons were meticulously buttoned to his neck, and his black boots were wiped clean. At this time, he was holding his hands behind his back, squinting at the gray-clad Steinschmidt.

"Dare to come back!" Doman glared at Stein Schmidt, and shouted sharply, "Think it's great to be the first pilot to fly 27 missions in North Africa?! You got carried away within two days after being awarded the Frontline Flying Medal! You were absent-minded on the battlefield, carelessly underestimated the enemy, and you threw the face of the [-]th Regiment to Australia on the other side of the world! How can you let me, the team leader, see people!"

Steinschmidt was speechless, looking down at the sand.Foco quietly rubbed back, and hid the hand holding the letter behind him.

"Are you hurt?" Doman said with a straight face, reaching out his hand and dusting Stein Schmidt's uniform.

"No." Steinschmidt said hastily.

"Hurry up and report to Edouard, and make a fuss here! You bastards are only happy if you want to piss off the squadron leader!"

"Heil Hitler!" Steinschmidt breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly stretched out his arms to salute.

"Heil Hitler!" Doman put his legs together, pressed his left hand close to the seam of his trousers, and raised his right hand to salute loudly.Watching Stein Schmidt leave in a hurry, he turned to look at Foko again.

"Mr. Captain." Folk said with averted eyes.

"Don't think that you are in my group, I will protect you!" Duoman's blue eyes looked at him sharply, and his light golden hair was dazzling in the sun, "I'm out of tune all day, this will What are you doing sneakily again? Something is concealed, bring it here and let me have a look!"

Fuke showed embarrassment, but still handed the letter in his hand to Doman.Doman snatched it over and read it word by word, with a smile on his lips.

"Is that the Royal Australian Air Force pilot you shot down a few days ago?"

Foco said with a bitter face: "Yes, he died of his injuries in the prisoner-of-war camp hospital today, and passed away in the early morning."

Doman raised his eyes to look at Foko, and then his eyes fell back to the beautiful and round handwriting on the paper: "The official letter is not bad."

Foco frowned slightly, but didn't answer.

"It's useless to say what you say! You'll make trouble for me endlessly, and if you don't violate the regulations for a day, you will get itchy." Doman squeezed the letter paper and hit Foko, "Mr. Neuberger didn't tell you that Goring has issued an order Prohibit this kind of report to the enemy army? Really think you are a red baron, what kind of chivalry are you playing! And ignore the words of the squadron commander and the orders of the Air Marshal as fart!"

"But sir..." Foco bit his lower lip and looked into Doman's eyes, "His comrades always want to know his whereabouts..."

Doman interrupted him impatiently: "Don't talk back, it's not enough for you to fly to throw the letter once when he was captured, I want to see if someone flies to tell us if you are shot down by their anti-aircraft guns." Are you dead or alive?"

"Mr. Captain..." Foco said in an inaudible voice, lowering his head dejectedly.

Doman turned his head and looked around, and put the letter paper in his hand