[World War II] Thousands of Miles in the Sky

"You've lost your reputation in front of the Soviets. The whole formation saw that the wingman of Karaya [-] was shot down."

"I wasn't shot down," Illerman argued, "I was forced to make an emergency landing." After finishing speaking, he curled his lips again, "But the new pilots are really, they don't have any common sense of anti-reconnaissance, obviously Knowing that the Soviets put a higher bounty on my life every month. If Haptman hadn't reacted quickly, he would have sold me."

Bachofen, who was drinking with his neck up, coughed violently, and then started coughing and laughing again, saying intermittently: "No way, that new guy revealed the matter of changing the phone on the radio?"

"Forget about choking to death." Illerman looked at Bachofen and shook his head helplessly, "Well, when I was making an emergency landing, I had to drag my neck and call out for me. I'm afraid the Soviets don't know who I am. "

Bachofen laughed even harder.

"Heinz!" Raul suddenly shouted.Illerman followed his gaze, and saw a handsome blond young man wearing an elegant white air force uniform walking out of the crowd, coming a few steps in front of Raul, and slamming the heels of his boots loudly on the Together, raised their right arms and shouted: "Heil Hitler!"

"Heil Hitler!" Raul also stood at attention and saluted loudly.

Several people in the crowd couldn't help but look back.

"Long time no see, Gangse." The young man said with a smile.

"You're alive and kicking again?" Raul pushed his palm on the opponent's shoulder without saying a word, "Okay, the scar is forgotten. How is the injury from the Messerschmidt plant's attack on the U.S. military last time?"

"It's okay." The young man said, "Slight injuries won't leave the line of fire."

"Still on the line of fire!" Raul yelled, "That guy Prinz went off the line of fire the next day and came to our camp! Leave you alone in Stuttgart!"

"Maziaz is here." The young man still said with an easy-going smile, "Besides, our Eleventh Wing is not directly linked with the Fifty Flight Group, and Prinz is not responsible for us. You are not the temper of the Karaya Group." have no idea."

"Yes, their free and undisciplined virtue!" Raul said angrily, and then punched the young man on the arm, "You idiot, come back to the 52nd regiment sometime, so you don't have to be bullied outside!"

"It hurts!" the young man yelled half-jokingly, and stretched out his hand to cover the spot on the other arm that was hit by Raul just now.

"My God," Bachofen, who had been watching the conversation with Illerman, interjected, "Anyone who dares to bully him will die!"

As he spoke, he took a step forward, put one hand on the young man's shoulder, turned to Illermann and said, "This is Heinz Kno, our old comrade in the sixth team. He was the leader of the Brunswick Hitler Youth Team back then. ! Probably hit."

"It's not that exaggerated." Keno retorted with a smile.

"Really!" Bachofen was afraid that Illerman would not believe him, and emphasized to him: "In the past, Haryo would take him with him when he sneaked out to play, and there is no need to go around the sentry! See one and knock down the other!"

Illerman's eyes widened immediately upon hearing this.

"Don't talk nonsense," Keno said with a smile, "When did I have a relationship with someone like Foko?"

Without waiting for Illermann to react, Raul quickly turned to block him: "Heinz, this is Dieter Illermann, I wrote to you in the letter, the last time you were wounded in the enemy's rear The one that Fang forced to land on."

"The one who went on a mission with Hans?" Keno responded, and then turned to Illerman, "I've been looking forward to it for a long time."

Illerman switched the beer in his hand to his left hand, and freed his right hand to hold the hand that Keno extended: "To each other."

"Heinz is still the No. 1 air-to-air bomber!" Bachofen said as if showing off.

"Air-to-air bombing?" Illerman said with a smile. "You're getting more and more unreliable, Gernhardt."

"It's true," Lauer said.

Illerman turned his face in surprise and looked at Raul.Keno beside Raul smiled gently and nodded: "What he said is true."

Illerman put the smile back on his face.His eyes were full of disbelief, and he said, "Air-to-air bombing? How is it possible?"

"In March last year in Hegrand, several American flying fortresses were knocked down with 250-kilogram bombs." Keno said casually, "They were intercepted by us on the way back from the gap in Wilhelm Haven. We The [-]th Wing is similar to the [-]th Flight Group, mainly flying missions at extremely high latitudes."

Illerman looked at Keno in surprise, as if he was completely speechless.

"For the head of state, what is impossible!" Raul interjected.

Keno smiled, said "yes", and then said: "But I didn't use this style of play much later. With such a heavy ammunition, it will affect Gustav's ability to fly at high latitudes. It is also difficult to deal with." A fighter escorting a bomber."

"I still remember when Ymir first came out." Raul said, "Now even Gustav has it."

"Didn't you say at the time," Illerman said, "you took the new Ymir and flew past it before you could fire?"

"There is such a thing," Lauer nodded.Immediately after he came back to his senses, he said strangely: "Hey, how do you know? It happened two years ago, and you didn't know where you were fooling around at that time."

Before Ellerman could answer, a greeting came from behind: "Bachofen, Ellerman."

Bachofen turned his head, and immediately pulled Illerman up: "Heinz, Gunther, let's talk first." Immediately afterwards, he pulled Illerman in front of the man in the Air Force uniform with a beard on his lips.

"Didn't you mean a meeting, Mr. General?" Illerman asked with a smile, "This is not a meeting, it's a drinking party."

Bosweiler curled his mouth meaningfully: "This big Monday, there is no wine, are you willing to come to the meeting?"

"The general still understands us." Bachofen laughed loudly, raised his glass and took another sip.

"I'm also a pilot," Bosweiler said. "I don't know what you are thinking? There is no one here, so you don't need to call me a general."

"Mr. Bosweller," Illerman asked, "what do you want from us?"

Bosweiler turned his head and looked around, seeing that no one was looking curiously at him, he said, "Goring and I are currently forming a new flight team, using a new type of heavy fighter, and now Oscar Hein Captain Rich Bea is training in the rear." He paused, seeing that both Bachofen and Illerman put away their smiles, and then said, "I would like to invite the two of you to join."

"You mean," Illerman frowned, "you want us to be transferred from the 52nd Regiment?"

"It's not that I said I was transferred, so I transferred it away." Bosweiler said, "You still have to make your own decisions. But the current battle situation," he said, lowered his voice, "don't go out and talk around : You are the two loudest trump cards of the German Air Force, and now Germany must preserve its strength."

"You mean," Bachofen said in a deep voice, without his usual joking tone, "we're about to start planning for post-war reconstruction now."

Bosweller nodded silently.

"I'll go." Bachofen said.

"I'm not going," Illerman said.

"Göring has issued your no-fly order," Bosweiler said with some surprise, "Illermann, you are now the number one fighter ace of the Luftwaffe."

"I know," Ellerman replied without hesitation. "Speaking of which, I have to trouble you to intercede for me. Just because I am the number one trump card, I absolutely cannot go to the battlefield."

"If there is something wrong with you," Bosweller advised, "it will greatly demoralize the entire Air Force."

"Mr. Bosweller," Illerman said, "I have no desire to leave the 52nd. There are more and more new pilots in the field without experience and training. Every time I shoot down, I reduce their danger. Looking directly at Bosweiler with his amber eyes, he said firmly: "I cannot protect every German on my own, but I will do my best to add a life to every German I can take care of." hope. They all have family, friends, dreams, and are as young as me. It’s not because I’m the number one ace in the Air Force that my life is more noble than theirs. A beautiful sign; I am here to give all that I can to my fatherland and fellow countrymen."

"Okay." Bosweiler seemed to ponder for a moment, then nodded solemnly, "You stay in the 52nd Regiment. Goring's place, I'll go and talk about it for you." After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and looked at his watch , "Sorry, I have something to do later, and now I have to meet the other people I called to the meeting." He waved his hand, "See you later."

"Goodbye." Looking at Bosweiler's leaving back, Illerman turned to Bachofen and said, "He said just now that the captain who led the new flight team training mission was called?"

"What is Bia?" Bachofen frowned, as if he was thinking hard, "Heinrich...Oscar Heinrich Bia. What's wrong?"

"It sounds familiar..." Illerman lowered his head, and suddenly called out after a while, "It's the instructor of my Air Force Second Academy who used to be the wingman of the Condor Legion!"

"It's so mysterious," Bachofen said in a daze, "How could it be a person who came from the Condor Legion?"

"Speaking of it," Illerman said with a hint of sadness in his tone, "I'm still the Haryo Foko I met when I was in the Air Force Second Academy."

"Hayo Foko?" A loud voice suddenly came from in front of the two of them, "He can't fly a plane at all!"

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Bachofen hugged Illerman tightly by the waist, and the latter was still yelling at the person who came, "You have the guts to say it again!"