[World War II] Thousands of Miles in the Sky

Let's go. ”

"You..." Illerman just uttered a word, but Raul interrupted him impatiently: "This is our alliance dog, and it is an important mascot!"

As he spoke, he lifted the fluffy puppy he was holding in front of Illerman.Illerman was about to reach out to take it, when Maziaz yelled not far away: "Raul! Didn't you say you want to play cards? Now that I'm back, why the hell are you running away again?"

"Here we come!" Raul shouted, pushed the dog into Illerman's arms, turned around and ran away, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Illerman looked at the direction he was going away, and then looked down at the dog in his arms, obviously not recovering.

"That's the way he is." Bachofen shrugged.

"I've heard it before." Yileman sighed, bent down and put the dog on the ground.The puppy shook his body, and then walked away energetically.

"You know a lot." Bachofen said with some surprise, "Can't wait to come to the front line?"

"Which Air Force cadet is not in a hurry to go to the front line?" Illerman asked back.

"That's right." Bachofen said, walking along the apron.Illerman followed him, and the two chatted incongruously.

"Gernhardt, can you tell me a little more about Mr. Folk?" Elleman asked.

"He," Bachofen said, "is a nice guy, very interesting, but we don't dare to go on missions with him."

"Why?" Illerman asked strangely.

"Unreliable." Bachofen shook his head. "He is too individualistic. Sometimes his own wingmen don't even know where he is, and he disappears in a blink of an eye. It's too dangerous to go on missions with this kind of person."

Illerman frowned, as if he was pondering these two sentences carefully.The two walked to the plane surrounded by several mechanics, and Bachofen stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." One of the mechanics who was pointing fingers at others turned around, "Small glitch."

"You all paint the logo on the plane?" Illerman asked, pointing to the pattern on the side of the fuselage.

"Yes, come to me if you want to draw something in the future, and I can draw it for you." The mechanic smiled.Suddenly he stared at Illerman for a few seconds, and asked, "Are you the new pilot? The one who went on a mission with Captain Maziaz this morning?"

"Yes." Ellerman replied.

"I can hear your voice." The mechanic wiped his right hand back and forth with the towel in his hand, and stretched out his right hand to Illerman, "Erich Müller."

"Dieter Illermann." Illermann also reached out and held Muller's hand tightly.The young mechanic, with blond hair and quick green eyes, studied Illerman silently.

The sound of an airplane engine attracted the attention of everyone on the ground.Illerman raised his head, and saw a plane emitting black smoke pounced towards the ground, and landed on the tarmac not far away with a "boom".With the strong inertia of the plane, after the nose of the plane hit the ground, the tail of the plane suddenly lifted up, and the whole body turned over in a moment.After the fuselage rolled vertically for three weeks, it finally stopped moving.

Illerman opened his eyes wide in horror, but immediately covered his mouth and nose, narrowed his eyes and coughed.When the thick dust from the plane cleared away, there was a person standing outside the opened cockpit.

The man in uniform pushed the goggles above his forehead, with a thin scarf hanging around his neck, his hands in his pockets, his chiseled face was heroic, and he kicked his boots and walked lazily in front of several people.

He just nodded slightly to the stunned mechanics who gave way to him, and said directly to Mueller: "Erich, is there a fire?"

Mueller took out the lighter and handed it to the man, and lit the cigarette he had just put in his mouth.He took a deep breath, exhaled a puff of white smoke, and said, "Gernhardt, is dinner ready?"

Bachofen finally said to Illermann: "This is Walter Kupinski, we all call him Prince Pinsky."

"Why?" Illerman stared blankly at the unscathed Kupinski, and asked after a long time before he came back to his senses.

"Because this guy is from East Prussia." Bachofen said with great interest, "The name ending with 'ski' means he is a landowner, and at worst he is a baron. With such a good-looking talent, Walter's ancestor must be a grand duke." .”

"Listen to his nonsense." Kupinsky shook the cigarette ash and laughed.When he smiled, the repulsive expression on his face suddenly dissipated, and he showed an easy-going expression instead, which also showed that he was only a year or two older than Illerman.He asked, "What's your name?"

"Dieter. Dieter Illermann," said Illermann.

"Dieter." Kupinski repeated, as if remembering the name, "Then I'm going to eat, and I'll fly in the afternoon. Let Gernhardt take you to play. Erich, then The game is handed over to you."

He put the half-smoked cigarette back to his mouth, pointed at the plane that had just made an emergency landing, and left in a hurry.Muller sighed deeply as he looked at the black wreckage.

Bachofen said goodbye to Müller, and led Illerman towards the center of the camp: "The squadron leader of your third squadron is a true Prussian nobleman. He is very powerful. He retired from the Spanish Civil War and served as a Maude. He is the former commander of the Eastern Combat Reserve Group and was just transferred in May. In fact, the former squadron leader of the 52st Squadron is also quite remarkable. The combat reserve group is the gold medal champion of the pentathlon in the [-] Olympic Games. It was he who transferred Mr. Prinz and Mr. Maziaz to the [-]nd team. Unfortunately, he was transferred again not long after I came gone."

"It's a good thing they weren't assigned to the second squadron," Ellerman replied.

"What happened to the second squadron?" Bachofen asked in surprise.

Illerman hesitated, then said, "I kind of... don't want to be under Captain Mr. Hasohoff that much."

Bachofen suddenly laughed: "What nonsense did Hayo tell you? Back then we were in the sixth group. At that time, my record was not as good as his. He was the only one who worried the squadron leader every day. The officer in the middle is an old friend of Mr. Hasohoff, and he threw this hot potato here for some reason."

Illerman looked around for a while, and suddenly asked: "Gernhardt, you are the team leader of the fourth team now, why haven't I seen you on a mission these days?"

Bachofen shrugged, and replied nonchalantly: "I was injured in July, and I haven't flown yet. In a few days, I will be able to go to the battlefield again."

"I heard that in July you shot down six enemy planes at once and became an ace in one day," Illerman said. "It's amazing."

"Do you still want to say that it is far worse than Hayo?" Bachofen glanced at him sideways and joked.

"How come?" Ellerman said, "If I can shoot down six enemy planes in one day like you, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep for the next week."

"I was so happy that I didn't fall asleep for a week after that day that the accident happened." After Bachofen finished speaking, seeing Elleman's embarrassed face, he laughed and said, "I'm just kidding you! Don't worry, at 52 The wing will do a good job, and we will guarantee you one day! How many Air Force aces our 52nd wing has produced, we have half a company in total!"

25

Dear Dieter:

See the word as the face.

First of all, congratulations on your promotion to the ninth team leader of the 52nd Wing.But I must remind you that your responsibilities and tasks will be arduous in the future: you participated in the largest air battle in the battle of Kursk last month and shot down seven enemy planes in one fell swoop. General Fred Furke was quite admirable; but a good pilot is not always an equally good strategic command.Since you have served as the team leader, you will be promoted to the squadron leader sooner or later, so you must watch more and learn more. This is my advice from the bottom of my heart.

As the war is about to enter its fifth year, I think you have also realized that the new generation of young pilots does not have the conditions for the long-term training you and I did. Time and supplies do not allow them to accumulate enough practical operations before going to the battlefield. experience.I predict that this situation will become more and more serious, but at the moment, the lack of teaching in the rear must be shouldered by us senior officers on the front line and try our best to make up for it.

When you first arrived in the 52nd Wing, you also received a lot of help and support from your predecessors: Captain Hasohov, Captain Maziaz, Captain Raul, and Captain Kupinski, all of them are airmen with outstanding records on the Eastern Front Fighter aces; they're all part of your performance today.Also as your senior, and also a comrade-in-arms on the East Station Line, I hope you can take care of and guide your juniors with the same attitude.

In the coming year, I will take over the team of spades, which was once led by Mr. Duke von Farrell. I will let you know in advance.I don't have a deep personal relationship with Mr. Duke von Farrell, but I also admire him very much.His amazing willpower and decision-making ability are even more valuable than his combat skills as a fighter pilot.He was a true soldier, a well-deserved knight of the German Third Reich.Even today when the aristocratic system has been abolished, his legendary life is enough to prove that he has inherited the excellent traditions of his ancestors.You mentioned that Hayo has always respected him as a duke, presumably because of his profound charisma.

You have the honor to get to know Mr. Duke von Farrell. Even if the time is short, it is a rare experience, and I am very happy for you.You always seem to have a knack for the incredible