Battle of the Third Reich

Near noon, the Mediterranean Sea is still sunny and there are only a few thin clouds in the sky. The scorching sun in the midsummer shines on a solitary sparrowhawk without obstruction. This medium-sized bomber painted with green stripes camouflage is following the regular patrol route , Flying from south to north along the rugged coast of Italy at an altitude of two kilometers...

Lieutenant Robert Fabrizio checked the gyrocompass, and the probe glanced out of the cabin.

"There are five minutes to go before the turning point, Bennett, you can start preparing the camera." Fabrizio flipped the sun visor on the windshield and glanced left and right at the sky above.

"The weather is great for a picnic. I have a friend in Fogliano who can get some French cheese and German beer." The co-pilot is a Campania named Galezo, who is holding a flight The plan table records the current flight parameters on it.

"Don't be like last time, Galezo, you still owe me the old debt of 1,500 lira." The captain had no other opinion about this Campanian than a good pilot. If that guy puts his enthusiasm for the black market on the flight, maybe he can get a higher evaluation.

"Captain, the latest command from the command, we let us turn to Sardinian immediately." Correspondent Bennett sat on the left rear side of the cockpit, facing two bulky radio stations, he put one The record paper was handed to Fabrizio, which stated the content of the order and the latest course and coordinates.

"What the hell, Galezo, calculate, our fuel is not enough." The captain looked at the telegram and handed it to the co-pilot.

"Reply to the command, we immediately execute the order."

The Sparrowhawk climbed to some height, then turned slowly into the depths of the sea.

"It must be another "emergency transportation mission." It seems that the big businessmen are too busy and there is a shortage of goods. This group of tall idiots never considers our feelings." Galezo took a slide rule to calculate the distance and The fuel needed grumbled in his mouth. The captain ignored it. He knows clearly that the co-pilot's grievances are more due to the change in tasks affecting private business.

"Our fuel is enough to reach Sardinia, Captain. Hope that we will have time to catch lunch when we reach Sardinia."

"Only a voyage of less than an hour, time should be enough. Maybe you still have free time to get something fresh there." The captain ridiculed his deputy, this Campanian can go anywhere Find business opportunities.

"Don't talk about this, continue to talk about what happened last night. My friend lived in Turin. I made an appointment with him to visit him in October. Now I don't know if he escaped the bombing, pitiful Guy, his child is just at the full moon." Galezo changed the subject, as if he cared about the disaster that happened last night. He just didn't want to be ridiculed by the captain again. Who knows if his so-called friend who lives in Turin is real The presence.

"I didn't think that the French Air Force still retained such a strong strength, and still had the ability to initiate a night attack. I don't know what the specific situation is. The radio station has just been accusing the French of cruel crimes, according to mine. It is estimated that the loss should be very serious." Ensign Fabrizio gently adjusted the throttle. He expressed his opinion while looking at the sea outside the side window.

"It is said that there were a hundred bombers, and the whole city was blazed, and even the cathedral was affected." The mechanic just checked the equipment in the rear cabin, and he joined the discussion with a worried expression.

"This is blasphemy, these deserving Frenchmen, God will punish them, and they will definitely pay for these crimes." The correspondent is a devout Catholic, and almost entered the seminary that year.

"One hundred bombers? Tell you, last night the French sent out two hundred planes, all of which are the latest high-speed bombers. Our fighters couldn’t catch up with them even with full horsepower, so we finally let those French The duo succeeded." The co-pilot flaunted exclusive information. The bombing launched by France just happened early this morning, and various rumors are clamoring in Italy. Anyway, everyone claimed to have an accurate source of information, and no one had believed what was published in the Roman newspaper this year.

"My brother is serving at the border. I don't know how they are there. If the French can bomb across the border, they will definitely attack on the ground." Mario, the mechanic, sat in his seat and said sadly .

"Who knows. I hope that the Germans will continue to attack according to the agreement. Their new heads don’t know what their minds think, but they will suddenly stop when they have the upper hand, because the Germans are on the frontlines of France, and French talents have Opportunity to mobilize troops to attack us." The captain patted the steering wheel vigorously. He became more and more dissatisfied with the performance of the Germans in recent months. Isn't it said that the steel allies are like a family? It was just like watching allies under attack.

Perhaps the depth of the captain’s thoughts exceeded the crew’s ability to accept. This topic came to an abrupt end. Everyone found that the conversation had been lost. The cabin fell into a strange silence. Only the engine outside the cabin continued to rhythm. Roar.

The dull and boring flight continues. The sparrowhawk, who came from a famous passenger aircraft, has very good flying qualities. As the backbone of the Italian Air Force, this aircraft is roughly used as a universal bomber and has been given a variety of her capabilities. Mission outside.

Fabrizio’s Sparrowhawk is the most basic basic model. The flying team made some simple modifications on its own. This aircraft was used as a long-range reconnaissance aircraft and transport aircraft. In order to increase the cargo space, they even removed the original The bomb magazine, the bomber pod that protrudes at the bottom, is still kept, in order to hide the inspection of the superior, and you can also add a self-defense machine gun.

They are very familiar with the route to Sardinia. In the past, they have traveled between the big island and the local base numerous times. They often arrive in Sardinia at noon and take off in the evening to return. The local airport personnel will load the aircraft with a pile of tightly packed goods. The crew will never ask what is inside, which involves some of the senior military officers in the government. The big man, curiosity is too strong will lose his life. This huge island far away from the mainland has a long coastline, and smuggling ships to and from the coast of Africa have always used this as a transit point.

"Sardinia will be seen soon, and we can now contact the airport and let them prepare parking spaces for us. By the way. Don't forget to order us lunch. I want creamy seafood pasta." Fab Riccio said to the correspondent.

"I want fried rice with snail meat and mushrooms."

Emotions in the cockpit returned to normal, and then the mechanic and two machine gunners joined the ordering team and talked about the food. The smile reappeared on the faces of these Italians.

"No problem." The correspondent carefully recorded everyone's request on a piece of paper, and then adjusted the frequency to start the first contact with the Costa Sameralda base.

"This is impossible!" The correspondent suddenly pressed the headset hard, and he quickly recorded the received code on the recording paper.

"Costa is reporting in plain text, they are calling for rescue. They were bombed by the French Air Force..." Corporal Bennett, with a horrified expression on his face, loudly reported the news he heard to the captain.

"How is this possible? Someone must be mischievous." The co-pilot exclaimed, he did not believe that the war would burn into the Mediterranean so quickly, and the French would attack on the two fronts.

"God, this is the frequency of the Sardinian Air Force Command, and they are also reporting clearly. The French have destroyed Costa Airport, and all 148 fighter squadrons have been annihilated. Now they are asking all Italian aircraft that have received the call to rush immediately Support. This group of guys is crazy, the Italian Air Force has lost air control, and we will be beaten down by the French like a duck."

"What can we do? We even dismantled the magazine. I knew that the **** would kill us sooner or later, **** it. We are now flying to the theater, and if we encounter a French fighter, we don’t have any resistance at all. Opportunity." Galeazzo was out of control and shouted loudly.

"We have no other choice. The remaining fuel is not enough to support us to fly back to the mainland. We can only fly to the **** island and find an airport to land, if there is one that has not been blown up." Fabry Chiao now showed the calmness and courage that a commander deserves. He expressed the fact in a calm tone that they had been trapped. There can be no chance to look back.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" The co-pilot slapped the steering wheel in his hand. He never thought he would fall into such a dangerous situation. The fear of death made him extremely manic.

"Calm down, Gale Azo. If you can't stay calm, get out of my cockpit. Now that the situation is not at its worst, we still have time to find a solution to the trouble in front of us. Bennett, Can you contact the Fertilia base? Are they also under attack by the French? I think the French can’t bomb all our bases. There must be a place for us to land.

If it doesn't work. We can also go to Osgiri, where there is enough ground to force us to land. If you have no other suggestions, then listen to me all. No matter what will happen, I swear I will take everyone home safely. Now, Galezo, descend the altitude, we go to low altitude, this should reduce the probability of our discovery. "The captain's calm performance gave everyone confidence, and the crew members began to act separately according to the commander's order.

The Sparrowhawk began to press the nose to dive rapidly towards the sea, the engine issued a harsh scream, and the fuselage began to tremble like a tremor. The Italian pilot took the performance of this aircraft to the extreme and pulled it hard before it was disintegrated. The steering wheel leveled the flying attitude. At this time, the bomber had reached its top speed. The aircraft was heading towards Sardinia at an ultra-low altitude of more than two hundred meters. Looking down from the window, the Mediterranean Sea under the sun was like a blue satin with pearls. Flying so low, the waves splashing on the sea seemed to be within reach.

"The French also attacked Fertilia. They attacked all air bases. I contacted Delmarsky. The signal soldiers told me that they had begun to prepare for retreat. The army had heard that the French had started in Sardinia. After landing, the Air Force Command ordered them all to retreat into the mountains and join forces with the army to build a new line of defense."

"These armies are simply unreliable. We can only rely on ourselves now. After crossing the coastline, I immediately find a flat ground to land. Then I try to find a way to build a boat. If we don’t want to be a captive, we have to find a way. Leave this island."

"We can go to Teras Quinn. I have a friend Julian there, and he has a boat."

"Where is that village?"

"Our current location should be here...about 70 kilometers further south." The co-pilot pointed out the general direction. Everyone began to feel hope in the cabin, and the ease in the cabin began to overflow again. The mechanic even started to take The correspondent's previous performance was a joke.

The sparrow eagle lightly flew over the rugged coastline of the reef, and the gray rocks and green fields quickly passed under the belly. The captain began to slowly turn the nose, and the aircraft began to move south along the coast.

Everyone felt victorious. Fabrizio turned his face to the wing and engine nacelle with ease, and when he saw everything was ready to turn back, a string of crimson fireballs He hit the wing in front of his eyes.

The violent explosion ripped the wing's skin, the aluminum sheet and the broken wing beam structure were flying all over the sky. The engine compartment cover was lifted in front of the eyes. The engine first spit out a thick black smoke, and then saw orange The yellow flames began to sweep along the shell.

"God!" The captain had no time to let out a desperate exclaim, and the Sparrowhawk instantly lost control and rolled into the ground. A huge fireball wrapped up in the sky with the debris of the aircraft. In the next second, two blue-gray figures passed through the black smoke column one after the other. The two-machine group lightly hit a barrel and swept from the crash. Pass by.

The two fighter planes painted with the French Air Force emblem circled the smoke column for two weeks, and then began to fly to the inland of the island.

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