[World War II] Thousands of Miles in the Sky

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"Okay, it's what you say." Illerman said, took Ursula's hand and walked out.

twenty

September [-], [-].

Everything was silent.Foco stared at the stars in the night sky in a trance, the cigarette in his hand was almost burnt to the end, but he didn't realize it, and looked up at the sky motionlessly.

"Still sleeping?" Kugbauer, who walked behind him at some point, put a long blanket on Foko.

"I'm not cold," Folk said.He seemed to come back to himself suddenly, looked at the sparkling cigarette butt in his hand, as if hesitating for something, he hesitated to crush the cigarette butt on the sand.

Kugbauer has sat down next to Foko: "If you are injured, rest early."

Foko glanced down at his arm in plaster, and just shrugged: "Why did you come to stare at me?"

"Don't I dare to come and stare at you?" Kugbauer turned his head and looked at Foko's side face, "Last night the sentry found you sleepwalking, so they went to call Werner, but Werner called me again, we The two foolishly followed you most of the night."

"I sleepwalking?" Foco turned his face in surprise, "Why didn't I know?"

"You know it's still called sleepwalking?" Kugbauer said, "You walked back by yourself, and we didn't intend to tell you. If I knew it would happen, I wouldn't let you fly today."

"It's just a forced landing." Foco raised his arm, which was covered with plaster, as if to show that he was fine, "It's common practice in military affairs."

Kugbauer silently looked at the cast on Foko's arm and said, "You know what happened after you went to the medical team today?"

"They told me," Foucault said, "Fritz was one of three of us, after all."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know." Folk said weakly. "It's a small thing that my plane lost a wing. He collided with Sergeant Hoffman in the air, and the latter died on the spot. I can't explain to the five groups at all. "

"I saw his injury," Kugbauer said quietly. "Not much better than Hoffman."

Foko didn't answer, but just lowered his head, looking at the blanket wrapped around Kugbauer.

"Are you worried about this?" Kugbauer asked.

Foco shook his head.He looked aside, as if trying to avoid the subject.However, in the end he looked away and wrapped the blanket around his body a little tighter: "If Hans-Arnold is here, today would be his 22nd birthday."

Kugbauer didn't seem to know what to say, he just put his arm lightly on Foko's shoulder.

"It's been a week, and no one is alive or dead." Foco almost buried his face in the blanket, and said vaguely, "You don't need to comfort me, Carl. I know he really won't come back this time .”

Kugbauer did not speak.His right hand resting on Foko's body exerted some strength and hugged Foko's shoulder.

After a long time, Foco spoke again: "Carl, tell me, are they doing something that we don't know about?"

"Who?" Kugbauer asked.

"The Nazi Party," Foucault whispered.

Kugbauer sat up straight and looked around: "Why do you say that?"

"Did they...do anything to the Jews?" Fokker said, "I haven't seen my former family doctor since [-]."

Kugbauer lowered his head, frowned slightly, and said, "I heard that they were all sent east."

"Poland?" Folk asked.

"I don't know." Kugbauer shook his head, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"While I was in Berlin," Foucau said, "I overheard at a party that someone reported to Himmler in the SS that the Jews had been ... 'disposed of'."

Kugbauer frowned and said, "Who said that?"

"An SS named Hoss." Folk replied, "I didn't see the rank, but it must be a very important person."

"Don't you have friends in the SS?" Kugbauer asked.

"I asked." Foko looked at the blanket in his arms, "He said that Rudolf Hauss is the direct subordinate of Theodore Jerke, who is the founder of the SS Skeleton Group, and the armed Commander of the SS Panzer Division 'Kneeton'. He said I'd better not say a word about the Skeleton from now on."

Kugbauer sighed softly, as if he already knew the answer to his question: "Why?"

"I'm afraid I'll get into trouble."

"You must have not listened to this kind of advice." Kugbauer turned to look at Foko and said.

"No." Foco smiled wryly, "But none of those high-level party officials are willing to answer my question directly."

Kugbauer looked at him quietly.

"What is the pride of Berlin," Foucault laughed at himself. "In the end, they are guarded like thieves in Berlin."

Kugbauer raised his left hand and gently pushed back the hair on Foko's forehead that covered his eyes.

"I don't know what they did, they must be so tightly covered." Folk said, "Go to bed, Carl. It's too late."

Under the cloudless sky, the sun that shines on all things pours down on the ground, enveloping everything in a thin layer of gold.Nubiger borrowed the telescope handed over by Doman, looked up at the sky for a while avoiding the sun, and said, "It should be an Italian plane. Why does it always appear in our sky?"

"No radio connection. I had someone speak to their commander on the phone," Dorman said. "They said there are no pilots flying missions here right now."

Nubiger frowned, but still did not put down the telescope in his hand: "It looks like it should still be a trump card, with a special coating on the fuselage."

"Should I ask Foko to come and see?" Doman said while looking towards the tarmac. "He knows those Italians well."

Before Neuberger could answer, Doman shouted to the figure walking out from the tarmac not far away: "Schroll! Get Foko!"

"Those Italians," Neuberger lowered his hands, and handed the telescope back to Doman, "you know how reliable they are. It's not unusual for them to have people flying up there who don't know where they are flying below." .”

Duoman looked up at the plane flipping back and forth in the air noncommittally, and said, "If I didn't see it was still a trump card, I would have gone up and shot it down myself! I am still used to their stinking problem."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head, turned to the side suddenly and said, "Why are you back?"

Schroer shrugged, walked to Doman's folding chair, looked down at Doman and said, "I didn't find it. I asked someone else to search, but if I can't find Hayo, I don't think they can find it." arrive."

"What are you doing idle on the ground?" Neuberger stared at Schroller.

"I just landed, sir!" Schroer yelled inexplicably, "I was sent by Captain Doman to play hide-and-seek with Hayo just as soon as I landed."

"Don't talk back to the captain." Doman said impatiently, "Foko's arm was broken and he was banned from flying for half a month. How could he not be on the ground? Find it for me."

"Really not." Schroer replied, "Is it because of yesterday's incident that you are still avoiding the leader of the fifth group?"

"Do you think his skin is thicker than yours?" Doman stared straight at Schroer, "Impossible."

Neuberger sighed silently and turned away.

"Mr. Squadron Leader, Hayo is definitely not on the ground." Schroer raised his right hand, palm forward in a gesture of oath, "If what I said is wrong, you can spread a month's worth of eggs on my wing."

"Okay, you!" Doman shouted, "Just like Foko, eggs come and go! Let me tell you, it's not funny at all!"

Schroer suddenly turned his head and looked upwards: "It seems that the plane is about to land."

Neuberger, who was looking at the camp, suddenly stood up and walked towards the tarmac.Doman sat without getting up, just looked at Schroer, and pointed at Nuberger's back.Schroer yawned and silently followed behind Nuberger.

While walking, Schroer looked up at the circling and descending plane, and suddenly said, "Sir, that plane seems to be Haryo."

"What did you say?" Neuberger suddenly stopped and turned around, "Foco is flying that Italian plane?"

Schroer narrowed his eyes and put his right hand in front of his eyes: "It shouldn't be wrong. When I turned that sharp turn just now, I lowered the flaps. Except for him, no one is so sick."

Nuberger's face immediately sank.

"Did you give him a no-fly order, or a no-fly order for German aircraft?" Schroer asked.

Nuberger remained silent.

"I didn't expect him to play so well with those Italian aces," Schroer said to himself. "He was able to borrow their plane. I must have run to the Italian camp early in the morning when no one was paying attention."

The two looked at the sky above the tarmac together, and saw the bronze-colored plane with the Italian flag painted on the tail of the fuselage dived down lightly, drawing a beautiful arc.The plane touched the ground in front of the two of them, but stopped taxiing suddenly, the nose of the plane plunged into the ground with inertia, and the fuselage turned over on its feet.

Schroer immediately ran forward, squatted down, and knocked on the cockpit glass.The cockpit window was rolled down a crack, revealing Foco's grinning face: "I hit my head, it hurts."

"Fortunately, you are the youngest captain in the Air Force," Schroer said, "you can't even land."

"Forgot their damper is on the right." Folk stuck out his tongue. "Accidentally turned off the engine."

"Shall I pull you out?" Schroer said.

"Pull what!" Neuberger yelled behind Schroer, "call Foco's maintenance man quickly,