[World War II] Thousands of Miles in the Sky

I can smell the alcohol on you!You look at your own virtues now, if you can't see that you have been drinking, unless I am blind! "

The blond one among the three turned his head, passed the middle one, and asked the one who spoke just now: "Duke, is this Adjutant Feng Wendt?"

"Who told you to talk!" Feng Wente was trembling with anger, "I knew that the 52nd regiment was free and loose, and I didn't expect that your group would be more troublesome than the Karaya foursome! Drinking like this , How are you going to see the head of state later?! How old are you each, so you can’t tell the priorities!"

"Report Mr. Baron, 24." Kupinski said seriously.

"25." Bachofen continued.

"Twenty-two," Illerman said finally.

"Who really asked how old you are! Shut up, everyone, and get on the bus!" Feng Wente waved his hand towards the platform, and two men in black uniforms rushed over with their suitcases in haste.Feng Went stared at the three pilots in front of him, clenched his hands tightly into fists, and squeezed through his teeth: "If it weren't for seeing that you are the aces of the Air Force in the Eastern Battlefield, I would make you look good right now! If you make a fool of me in front of the head of state, you will definitely not be able to afford it!"

The convertible was driving on a secluded path, with the spring breeze blowing by, but Feng Wente in the back seat had a sullen face, and from time to time he turned to glance at Illeman beside him.Illerman was blown by the fresh air at this time, as if he had woken up a bit from the wine, the smile on his face had disappeared, and he looked at the bushes beside the road without saying a word.

"Are you the new ace of the 52nd Regiment to keep pace with Bachofen, Dieter Illermann?" Feng Wendt turned his head and asked in a dull voice.

"Yes, Mr. Adjutant," Illerman replied.

"You called the adjutant?" Feng Wente said coldly.

"Mr. Colonel." Illerman hastily changed his words.

Feng Wente did not answer.After a while, he asked, "Know the Karaya Foursome?"

"I've heard of it a little bit," Illerman said. "The earliest aces of the 52nd."

"The first batch of troubles." Von Wendt whispered, "a group of rabble, especially Prinz and Maziaz, I don't know how many troubles I caused in front of Goering. In the end, it was not me, the Air Force adjutant. Clean up the mess for them in front of the Führer. At the beginning of last year, I thought that transferring Prinz to the Eastern Combat Reserve Group as the commander would save me from worrying about it, but who knew he would make a comeback in just two months."

Illerman seemed a little overwhelmed. He raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, then put his hand down and looked at Feng Wendt.Feng Wente stared straight ahead blankly.

"The strategic position of the 52nd Wing is very important." Feng Wente said, "Especially in the Kursk battle last year, you played a key role. Now our ground forces are not as good as the Soviet Union...but the air force still has the advantage. "

The two cars, one behind the other, made a turn along the road.Illerman took the opportunity to look at the front car, only to vaguely see Kupinsky and Bachofen in the back seat of the convertible, still laughing loudly.He responded to Feng Wente in a low voice: "You are right."

Feng Wente seemed to have noticed the behavior of the two pilots in front of him, and he couldn't help but frowned slightly: "The head of state places high hopes on you aces. You are so young, you have already achieved what you have achieved now, and the road ahead still has a long way to go. Long, don't go astray."

"What Mr. Colonel said is true." Illeman replied, stretching his neck and looking at the wooden pavilion not far ahead.

The gatehouse spans the length of the driveway, the low fence on the right is open, and a young SS soldier in black uniform stands in front of the guard hall on the left.Holding his rifle in his right hand, he nodded as the car ahead slowed by.The convertible car that Von Wendt was riding passed in front of him, and the guard on guard quickly put his rifle in his left hand and straightened his right arm: "Heil Hitler!"

"Heil Hitler." Feng Wente raised his right hand without looking sideways.

The two cars continued to drive forward one after the other, turned around after a while, and stopped in front of a villa.Soldiers carrying guns stood on both sides of the gate. When they saw Feng Wendt, they raised their right arms and shouted: "Heil Hitler!"

Feng Wendt walked in front with a sullen face, raised his hand and replied, "Heil Hitler."

Several pilots followed him into the spacious and bright hall.The decoration of the hall is not complicated.On the ceiling, there are overhead lights in the shape of a circle of candlesticks, oil paintings are hung on the high snow-white walls on all sides, the door leading to the corridor is made into an arch, and a bronze statue is placed on the other side of the corner.In the center of the hall, there was a circle of sofa chairs around the long table in front of the fireplace. Several people who had been sitting on it talking and laughing got up one after another and walked over through the carpet with intricate patterns.

"Heil Hitler."

"Heil Hitler," von Wendt replied.He turned his head to look at the other people, and said, "I'm going to see if the meeting of the head of state is over."

Bachofen watched Feng Wendt disappear behind the arched door, then took off his military cap and stuffed it to Illerman: "Help me hang it up."

"That's mine." Kupinski also took off his hat and handed it to Illerman, turned around and shook hands with several others, and started talking.

Illerman answered absently, holding two military caps in one hand, and walked towards the coat rack in the corner of the room.He walked to the coat rack and stood still, first reached out and took off the hat on his head and hung it on the coat rack, then turned half a circle around the coat rack, but found no other vacant hooks.

He went back to the original position, took off the military cap hanging on the rack and put it on his head, revealing an empty hook that was originally blocked under the cap, and hung the two caps in his hand on the empty hook. on the two hooks, and then began to concentrate on rearranging the coats on the coat rack, as if trying to find an empty hook hidden in layers of coat coverings, and at the same time arrange the coats on the coat rack in a certain way. a harmonious order.

"Still in the conference room, wait a little longer." Feng Wente appeared again, and finished speaking as if he was relieved, scanned the hall, and suddenly said: "What is he doing?"

"Hang up your hat." Bachofen finished sitting on the sofa chair, turned his upper body drastically, and saw a military cap that was obviously too big on Illerman's head in the corner, and was constantly putting it on the coat rack. Take off your coat and hang it up in another position.

"...Drink less next time." Feng Wente sighed helplessly.Before he finished speaking, he frowned suddenly, and walked quickly towards Illerman.

"Stop!" Feng Went shouted, and the moment Illerman turned around, he snatched the military cap off his head: "You know whose hat it is!"

Illerman looked at Feng Wendt with a puzzled look on his innocent face, and didn't answer.

"You dare to wear the Führer's hat!" Feng Went roared with trembling voice.

"It's his old man's hat," Illerman said, "I said why it's so big, it turned out to be worn on the head of the head of state who is extremely intelligent."

"You!" Feng Wendt shouted, "Shut up!" However, Bachofen and Kupinsky not far behind him had already burst into laughter.

27

August [-], [-].

The setting sun was slanting to the west, the brilliant fire clouds covered the sky, and the refreshing breeze blew by, as if Ukraine and the war-torn Ukraine were two completely different worlds.

Illerman, naked to the waist, bathed in the warm sunshine, sat on the wing swinging his dangling legs back and forth, looking at Mueller below.Muller, also shirtless, was busy in front of the plane's naked/exposed engine.

"Come down and give me a hand, Dieter."

"No." Illerman shook his head, "I'm the leader of Team Nine, so I don't want to check the oil tank."

"You're too lazy." Mueller scolded with a smile, "Don't forget that I'm your logistics team leader. If you mess with me, be careful that you won't be able to light the engine next time."

Illerman heard this, and immediately kicked Muller with his booted foot, but the latter easily dodged it.

"You're starving," a drawn-out shout came from behind Illerman, "kid, come and eat!"

Illerman turned his head and saw Raul walking over with the dog in his arms, and said, "Don't wait for me, Gunther."

"Don't come to eat again," Raul raised the white puppy in his arms towards Illerman, blocked it in front of him, and squeezed his throat, "Even I, the mascot, don't like you anymore!"

Mueller burst out laughing, but said without raising his head, "You go first, Dieter, I still have a while."

Illerman jumped off the wing, brushed Mueller, who was half a step away, and went around in front of Raul: "Why do you have to call me today?"

"You don't know what day it is today?" Raul made a fake move of throwing the dog in his arms on Mu Le, scaring the puppy to bark.

"What day?" Illerman said, snatching the puppy from Raul's arms, "Don't scare the alliance dog."

"Friday!" cried Raul, walking away. "Beer!"

Illerman sighed helplessly, stroked the head of the puppy in his arms, and followed Raul, walking side by side with him.

"Hurry up and eat," Raul continued on his own. "After eating, you can drink. After drinking, you can play cards. After playing cards..."

"Drink every Friday," Illerman said. "I don't see you being as active as you are today."

"Forget it," Raul shrugged, "I'm serious. We drank and played cards at night, and called the number one ace of the Second Battle Wing stationed nearby."

"Who?"

"You really don't know?" Raul yelled, "Hans Haptmann! The number one bomber pilot in the entire empire, you must meet him!"

Illerman shrugged noncommittally.

Under the lights, Kupinski holds the cards in one hand and removes the cigarette from his mouth with the other