[World War II] Thousands of Miles in the Sky

.Is it the Dutch Volunteer Army? "

"No.20 Third Armored Division 'Nittland' of the SS Army." Illerman replied, "Everyone from the officers to the soldiers is neurotic."

Prinz laughed and said, "The Dutchman just now looks quite normal to me."

"Come on." Illerman yawned, "You've been talking to me all the time."

"The Berlin guy I was talking to on the phone was pretty funny," says Prinz.

Illerman turned his head to look at Prinz in surprise: "Mr. Horst Goser? I saw him. He is a strange and inexplicable person. He is not likable at all."

Prinz was also stunned, and then said: "He called and asked for information to confirm your identity, and he chatted with me casually and asked who the best player in the United team is, and then sent you back immediately without stopping. Now, how could it be inexplicable?"

"He asked you?" Illerman said in surprise, "I thought it must be you who came to make fun of me at such a critical moment, and actually used this kind of question to confirm my identity!"

"He asked you about this?!" Prinz said incredulously, then laughed again, and slapped Illerman on the back, "He also said that people are yin and yang, I think you have been fooled Be silent, bear the grudge in your heart!"

Illerman was about to argue, when a white furball-like puppy suddenly appeared in front of him, barking and running towards him.A man with a military cap on one side hurriedly chased after him until the puppy stopped wagging its tail in front of Illeman, then the man picked up the puppy all at once, and shouted as if he had just seen Illeman: "Little boy!" Baby, you're back!"

"Morning, Gunther," Illerman said, rubbing his eyes.

"It's early enough, it's late at night." Raul said with a smile, "The Duke and the others will definitely drag you to drink all night, I'm going to wake them up now!"

Illerman nodded, and without waiting for a reply, Prinz on the side interjected: "This kid Dieter was just slapped by an SS captain, and he is still angry now, how can he drink?"

"What happened?" Raul asked, shoving the dog in his arms to Illerman, and then dusted the dust off his shirt.

"The captain called and asked Mr. Prinz who played the best football in the United team," said Illerman resignedly. "Mr. Prinz had the audacity to say it was himself."

"If I don't give you a standard correct answer," Prinz folded his arms and glanced sideways at Illerman, "how can you get it right?"

"Testing me with such a question," Illerman said bitterly, "I don't think you'd be happy until I was shot and killed by that unknown captain as a Soviet spy."

"I didn't know he was going to ask you," Prinz said.

Raul interrupted the two and said, "He was obviously joking with you, kid. Even if you got the wrong answer, how could he really shoot you for it?"

"I know." Illerman bent down and put the dog on the ground, and the puppy immediately stood up and grabbed his boots, "But I really don't appreciate this kind of joke that adds fuel to the fire. "

"Come on," Raul said, "don't lose so much. Who let you fly and fall from the sky, and finally you have to rely on the SS to bring you back. It's not too big for them to make fun of you thing."

"Then you should also be pointed at with a gun to make people happy." Illeman rolled his eyes and said eagerly, as if he suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Mr. Goser said he knew Ha John Foco."

"Focco?" Prinz frowned, "The Star of North Africa? They are all from Berlin. Could it be that they had something to do with each other before?"

Illerman nodded, bent down and patted the puppy's head: "He said he and Hayo were classmates in high school."

"Isn't it no wonder?" Raul raised his eyebrows and said, "He dares to make fun of everything and push you into the fire pit in a serious manner. Isn't this Foco's style?"

Illerman shook his head, "Hayo didn't..."

"Foco's old acquaintance, if it weren't for the kind of person who has no sense of propriety and secretly tricks others behind his back, I would still find it strange!" Raul interrupted him, "You can just have fun secretly, and you can get a bargain Be good. I want to meet someone who is as fun as Foko!"

Illerman looked at Raul helplessly, and said, "I also feel very lucky to meet Haryo's old friend on the Eastern Front, but Mr. Goser's unpredictable temper is really unbearable."

Prinz interjected, "If you've ever been in the same wing as Foko, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it. He is so free-wheeling, he can do whatever he wants; the military regulations are as heavy as a mountain, and he insists that he doesn't exist."

"And Haryo," Illerman laughed, "you're old enough."

"Don't say I'm old." Prinz said with a stern face, "I'm only ten years older than you. If you speak ill of me, be careful that Johannes will send you there next time you fly a mission with Haputman."

As Prinz said, his face, which was originally cold because of his straight narrow nose and slightly drooping eyes, immediately revealed a look of contempt: "That Nazi left our regiment behind the enemy, and still I'm ashamed to come back by myself, I haven't gone to the Second Combat Wing to settle accounts with him!"

"It's not his fault that I made an emergency landing," Illerman said hastily. "Without their bombing as a cover, it would have been difficult for me to get back to the German line."

"Don't talk to him." Prinz waved his hand, "They're all the same thing, he and..."

In the middle of speaking, Prinz glanced at Raul who was squatting on the side teasing the dog, and swallowed the second half of the sentence.He shook his head and said, "We are soldiers who obey orders, and Haptman is just a complete murderer."

Raul suddenly interjected without raising his head: "Really, it's so cold here, otherwise we'd be like a triple team. How majestic is it to raise a lion as the team's mascot? Back then, Mr. Feng Farui was holding a lion cub The promotional posters, it really gave their alliance the limelight."

Illerman raised his eyes and looked around, then turned to Prinz and asked, "Why haven't I seen Erich for so long? Are you asleep?"

The air seemed to freeze.Raul stopped teasing the puppy, raised his head, and looked at Prinz quietly.Prinz also stopped moving, and calmly looked at Illerman's eyes when he heard the news.

"What about the others?" Ellerman asked anxiously.

"As soon as Muller knew you were forced to land behind enemy lines," Prinz said unemotionally, "he took his rifle this afternoon and sneaked across the enemy lines alone to find you."

33

August 28, [-].

The streets of Berlin were as loud as ever.Illerman looked out the rear window of the slow-moving car. The interior of the car was very quiet, and the world outside the window seemed to be separated by an extremely distant time.His eyes fell on a pale concrete ruin on the side of the street.

"Is this Bismarckstrasse?"

"Yes," the guard in the driver's seat replied briskly, "Your left is the German Opera House, which was blown up during the British air raid on November 23 last year. I believe it will be rebuilt after the final victory. "

Illerman didn't reply, just quietly watched the ruins outside the window gradually move away, and then gradually fade away.Bachofen on his right put his military cap on his face and was sound asleep with his head up.

After a long time, the guard stopped the car suddenly and said, "Sir, we have arrived in the southwestern suburbs." He opened the door and got out of the car, and opened the door for Illerman by the back seat.Illerman kicked Bachofen's booted calf, and only turned around and got out of the car after the latter woke up with a "huh".The guard closed the car door behind him, Illeman looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar two-storey bungalow before him, and sighed inaudibly.But Bachofen had already circled around him, pulled his arm involuntarily, and walked towards the gate on the grass in front of the house: "Quick, go and see if Raul is here!"

The setting sun shone in through the half-covered glass windows, and the translucent curtains swayed from time to time in the breeze blowing through the hall.Men in Air Force uniforms chatted in low voices over half-full glasses in twos and threes, but there were no women.

Illerman received a sudden blow on the back, turned around, and saw Raul standing in front of him in high spirits, holding three big beers in his hand, with one hand hanging on his chest. Putting it down, it was obvious that he hit Yileman on the back with a half-drunk beer just now.

"Hey," Illerman said, "you almost fucked me up!"

"Hey?" Raul looked at Illerman, and suddenly called out as if he had discovered something, "Where's your diamond?"

"What diamond?" Ellerman asked inexplicably.

"The diamond on the Iron Cross." Raul pointed to the Knight's Iron Cross hanging on Illerman's neck, "Didn't it be approved on the 25th?"

"I didn't get it." Illerman said, "I was just given ten days off on the 25th; to see the head of state, how could it be so fast."

"That makes sense." Raul said, nodding with a serious face.

"It's time for you to rest." Bachofen glanced at Illerman, and reached out to take the wine glass sent by Raul, "The forced landing behind the enemy's rear on the [-]th was quite a torment."

"Yeah," Illerman nodded, and was handed a pitcher of beer by Raul, "Erich almost scared me to death."

"No matter what you say, it's useless to you. You insisted on watching all night. If he doesn't come back the next morning," Bachofen said, "I think you can't wait to go back to the Soviet Front and die in love."

Illerman looked at Raul who was laughing while holding a glass of wine, raised his hand and clenched his fist as if to hit Bachofen: "What kind of love is there, no one cares about their own mechanic! I, the Ukrainian black devil, have never lost even my wingman. If If you lose a mechanic, you really don’t want to be a human being.”

"Tell you to switch planes with the newcomer," Raul sipped his beer,