[World War II] Thousands of Miles in the Sky

, but tonight I have to get drunk! "

On the vast desert shrouded in night, a round moon hangs low in the sky, and the cold night wind blows by, only the impassioned singing of the Condor Legion March lingers: "We fly beyond the limit, bring shells to the battle line, and stand high in Spain. On the soil of our country, we will fight side by side with our Italian comrades-in-arms.”

"What are the captain and the others doing?" Foco breathed out a puff of cigarette absently, shook the cigarette in his hand, and looked in the direction where the singing came from.

"I've been singing with the general all afternoon." Steinschmidt shrugged. "I've never seen Captain Neuberger so happy. He must have drunk too much."

"That's not right." Foco frowned, "It should be because he was happy, that's why he drank too much. It's true that he has never seen a captain drink too much."

"Who cares about you so much, which came first, the chicken or the egg." Steinschmidt gave Foko a white look, and tightened the blanket wrapped around his body.

"You just don't know how to think carefully about everything," Foco protested, "How can you become a pilot with such a simple mind?"

"You are amazing, you understand, then tell me about it." Steinschmidt said disdainfully.

"Let me tell you," Foco reached out and inserted the cigarette butt in his hand into the sand at his feet, and moved the bench he was sitting on towards Steinschmidt, "You know why you were caught by that Australian last time?" People shoot down almost vertically? It's not because you underestimate the enemy, or because the enemy has a numerical advantage, but because his shooting skills are better than yours.

"Every time I've been in an air battle, Hans Arnold, I've buried my fuselage in the midst of a swarm of British enemy planes, shot from all angles, and never got hit. Our planes are the most basic As a pilot, we must master it thoroughly. You must be able to shoot accurately from any angle and under any circumstances. When turning, when rolling, when the fuselage is upside down... Anytime. Only in this way can you develop your own style of play and adapt to the situation, making the enemy unpredictable. Only in this way can you penetrate into the formation of the enemy aircraft and destroy it from the inside out."

Under the night, the silhouettes of two whispering pilots gradually melted into the darkness, leaving only the March of the Condor Legion still fluttering in the wind: "We are the German Legion, the Bomber Legion; we fight for freedom and glory, for our homeland .The Legion is on, in the battle; we are not alone, we must fight to be free! The Legion is on, in the battle; we are not alone, we must fight to be free!"

Seventeen

June [-], [-].

"Carl, are you awake?" Foco said into the radio.

"...Of course. Do you think I'm you, and you can fall asleep flying a plane?" Kugbauer's voice came from the radio.

"Then you are optimistic about it." For some reason, Foco said complacently, "Count the points for me."

"Go." Kugbauer replied sullenly, "I'll intervene when you call for help."

Foko didn't care to refute the other party's taunt, he just pressed the nose of the aircraft suddenly, and rushed into the group of British fighter jets in an instant.The snow-white nose glowed with a frightening silver light in the sun. In the blink of an eye, the fuselage passed over an enemy plane. Continuous shooting sounds pierced the sky. The Kitty Hawk fighter fell headfirst to the ground.

"One." Kugbauer has pulled down the damper, and the plane almost hovers not far above the diagonally above the cluster.A Messerschmidt in Foucault's brown darts sharply from side to side through the steel-coloured uniforms of the RAF.

"two."

Foco slammed the damper shut, and quickly turned the nose of the aircraft close to the spot.

"three."

"Four. Five."

Foko suddenly raised the nose, and passed close to a Kitty Hawk fighter jet, then reversed the fuselage to accelerate, and instantly fell under the fleet.

"six."

"Get out!" Folk said over the radio.Kugbauer opened the damper to the limit and chased behind Foko at full speed.Nine Kitty Hawk fighters whose formation was disrupted scattered behind the two of them and failed to catch up.

"It's pretty fast," said Kugbauer.

"I'll show you the whole weave next time." Foco shrugged and replied, "How long did it take?"

"5 minutes."

"It's time for a mission." Foko said easily, turning the nose and flying towards the camp.

Kugbauer lifted the cockpit cover and saw Schroer rushing up with two eggs in his hand: "Flight counter, where is your leader?"

"You are the counter." Kugbauer said as he stepped out of the cockpit, "Is he not on the ground?"

"On the ground is on the ground," Schroer said, "just somewhere on the ground. I saw him land, and when I came over, he was gone."

"You don't even know where he went," Kugbauer said, jumping from the wing to the ground. "How would I know if I landed later than him?"

"Damn," Schroer said, "it's rare that I catch him spreading eggs on the ground during the day, but he's not there. Who am I showing?"

"You just want to give back the two eggs from last time, and Foco won't care." Kugbauer said, pointing at Schroer's back, "But you can still give it to Doman Sir look."

Schroer turned around suddenly, held two eggs in his left hand, raised his right hand and shouted: "Heil Hitler, Mr. Captain! I'm not cracking any bad ideas!"

Doman folded his arms, his jewel-like blue eyes gleamed coldly, staring at Schroer.

"Where's Foko?" Doman asked sullenly.

"I don't know," Kugbauer said.

Doman suddenly turned his head aside, and frowned.Schroer and Kugbauer followed his line of sight, and saw Foko leisurely walking towards them with a knife in one hand and a fork in the other.

"What are you doing?" Doman stared at Foco, his eyes swept over the knife and fork in his hand.

"Wait to eat the eggs." Foco said, with a look of understanding, he glanced at the two eggs in Schroer's hand.

Kugbauer sighed deeply.

"Don't talk nonsense," Doman said, "Sometimes you are eating eggs, come with me now."

Folk immediately shoved the knife and fork in his hand to Kugbauer dejectedly, and followed Doman, who turned and left in despair.Schroer gleefully waved goodbye behind his back.

"Sir, is the captain angry with me again?" Folk asked.

"He's not looking for you. I'm looking for you." Doman said without looking back.

"Mr. Captain, look at my No.70 shot down five times, please let me and the eggs go."

Doman stopped and turned around without laughing: "You and the egg are fucked."

"Sir," Folk said wryly, "you see it's hot enough to spread eggs on the wings, don't you just..."

"Stop acting like a baby with me." Doman interrupted him, "It's useless."

Seeing Foko's resignation, Doman continued, "Too hot? Come talk with me in the tent."

As soon as Foko followed Doman into the latter's tent, a wooden stool was lightly kicked in front of him by Doman.Doman sat down and half leaned on the table, his eyes followed Foco all the way until Foco moved the stool and sat in front of him.

"You can kill or cut whatever you want." Foco said in a desperate manner.

Doman stared at Foco, until Foco couldn't help but shuddered, and then he suddenly smiled: "What if I kill the team leader of the third group, Eduhuat can circle the camp full Fight after me, believe it or not?"

Foco seemed to be stunned by Doman's rare smile. He looked at Doman in shock for a few seconds before suddenly returning to his senses: "What did you say? The leader of the third group?"

"Your promotion to the team leader of the third group will take effect immediately." Doman leaned on the edge of the table with one hand, propping his chin and said, "I picked the candidate, but Edouard was the one who made the decision. Thank you for thanking him for going. "

"What about you?" Foco blurted out, "You want to transfer?"

"Did you hit your head when you were running around in the British crowd today?" Doman rolled his eyes and said unceremoniously, "Since Edouard has been promoted to the captain of the regiment, no one should be the captain of the first squadron. ?”

"Then congratulations." Folk said with a sigh of relief.

"Congratulate yourself when you have time." Doman said casually, pulled out a letter from the stack of documents on the desk, and raised his hand to pat Foco's arms: "75 shootdowns are enough for you to lead the oak tree." Leaf. I will give you leave at the end of this month until August to meet the head of state."

Folk opened the letter and looked at the official seal on it.Dorman had already got up, and the Knight's Iron Cross on his collar swayed back and forth as he strode out: "You go find your eggs, I'll go fly one. If you don't kill a few British guys in a day, your hands will die." itch."

July [-].

"It's unbelievable!" The woman with exquisite makeup covered her mouth with one hand and exclaimed softly, "What happened just now? It's really amazing!"

"Foko!" A young man in an air force uniform came over. The silver chain ornament under the eagle emblem on the right chest of the uniform was swinging back and forth with his steps, and the collar badge was a golden leaf-like pattern.

"Mr. Feng Wendt." The woman said with a smile, "If you have business with Mr. Foucault, it's hard for me to listen here as a woman."

"How? If you want to hear, I don't mean to drive you away, Mrs. Goebel." Feng Wendt said.His hair was cut very short and neatly combed back, his black tie was pressed under his snow-white collar, and there was only a lone wounded medal on the left front chest of his uniform.

"How embarrassing, how inappropriate." Mrs. Gobert finished with a smile, then turned around and walked away.