Pilot Hans wore a thick leather hat. Even though the heavy snow stopped, the temperature outside was still very low.

"You all pay attention. I want you to add antifreeze to the fuel seriously. I don't want to stop the car in the air suddenly!"

The ground technician made a victory gesture and made a promise with confidence.

The low temperature of minus ten degrees will not freeze gasoline. The temperature here is higher near Ukraine. On the periphery of Moscow, the extreme cold plagued both sides of the war. The temperature at night hovered at more than ten degrees below zero, and some areas even experienced low temperatures of minus twenty degrees below zero.

Hans quickly climbed onto the reconnaissance plane and pulled the man carrying the radio station up with his hand.

"I hope there will be no accident this time." Hans prayed in his heart. It is unpredictable whether this trip is a blessing or a disaster, and he only hopes to return safely.

The motivation has been started, and the technician suddenly pulled down a piece of propeller, and the plane made huge noise and slowly advanced.

Soon, the captured Soviet po-2 gradually took off and flew straight to the south.

After the German invasion, the seized Soviet equipment was quickly used by the German army, and the Po-2 reconnaissance aircraft piloted by Hans was a proof of it. After a period of running-in, he had mastered the flying skills of this aircraft.

He continued to fly south and headed straight to the core of the swamp. Because of the sufficient fuel, he could maintain air control for a long time, and even if he flew directly to Kiev, it would be fine.

But he would never do this. After all, this plane was Soviet cargo. If it was caught by its own cruise fighter, it would be a huge misunderstanding. Its aviation is by no means an opponent of BF1o9, not to mention that it does not even have weapons.

As the plane flew deeper, the Soviet sentry located on the ground immediately noticed a strange noise from the sky.

There were snowy scenery everywhere. In order to make it easier to detect, Hans had to lower the height, so he was directly observed by people on the ground.

The Soviet sentinel immediately reported to the division headquarters. "We are in the eo2o area, friendly reconnaissance planes appear in the sky! Friendly reconnaissance planes appear in the sky!"

This is a Ming language information. The radio station staff of the division headquarters dared not neglect, and the news was immediately informed by Yevlov.

At this moment, he was still resting in the division headquarters for lunch. There was something unusual in the sky, and there was actually Soviet reconnaissance planes? He immediately became alert, "It has been lost to the front army here for a long time. How come there are friendly aircraft in the sky? Is it the enemy?"

He immediately entered the radio room and asked the radio staff, "Tell me the direction of the plane flying?"

"It's from north to south, sir!"

Now Yevlov suddenly realized and roared: "Those sentries are really stupid. They just saw that they were reconnaissance aircraft. Even if it was a reconnaissance aircraft equipped by our army, they were controlled by the Germans at this moment!"

Yevlov immediately grabbed the door and headed straight for Yang Mingzhi.

At this moment, Yang Mingzhi was idle and admired the target shooting training of the young soldiers. Yang Tao and Natasha were both here. These children must often touch guns and shoot targets, so that their shooting skills will become more and more sophisticated.

Yevlov ran over panting and stood in front of Yang Mingzhi with gasps.

"That's the case? My teacher, did something big happen? Why are you so panicked?"

"It's a big deal, and... listen!" Yevlov suddenly stopped talking, and gradually, a buzzing sound came to Yang Mingzhi's ears.

"It's an airplane!" Yang Mingzhi subconsciously looked at the sky.

"That's the enemy's plane! It's coming from north to south. It's still a reconnaissance plane." Yevlov didn't know how to deal with this guest in panic. After a while, the suspicious plane had appeared above the military camp.

The training of militia and young soldiers came to an abrupt end, and everyone looked at the sky in unison. A black shadow was slowly moving, and it flew very low and slowly. Jevlov saw its honor completely, "This is a po-2 reconnaissance aircraft, a very common model. But it must be an enemy."

"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and beat it down!"

After hearing what Yang Mingzhi said, Yevlov was not very smart. Since he wanted to shoot down the plane, he immediately called on the machine gunners of the army to go out. He turned around and was about to leave, but Yang Mingzhi grabbed him. "Oh, where are you going?"

"Of course it's an emergency machine gunner, we'll also move out the heavy machine gun!"

"Don't be so impulsive! Isn't the best way to deal with a plane?"

After being asked this, Yevlov immediately remembered that there was a fighter plane and a pilot in the army? The two of them immediately looked at the hangar covered with snow.

Pilot Podovic, he heard the strange noise in the sky and saw the plane, but he was not sure whether it was an enemy or a friend.

As the two commanders arrived in a hurry, he received a simple order: "The plane immediately took off and knocked down the enemy's reconnaissance plane."

Although the model of the Soviet aircraft at that time, since the commander said it was an enemy, it would have to be shot down.

Yang Mingzhi was very pleased at this moment. Podovic was a writer who loved him so much, and even called this plane "wife". This Yi 153 Seagull fighter was well maintained and was fully prepared for launching and fighting.

The technician Xun conducted a simple inspection of the plane and then installed two machine guns.

"There are a total of five hundred bullets, two machine guns each with two fifty bullets. There are not many bullets, you need to aim and hit them." The bearded technician instructed.

Podovic showed a confident smile, "The enemy came to the door, I will knock him down. Now you can completely push the wooden door of the hangar open!"

At the airport outside the hangar, the snow on the runway was cleaned up as soon as possible. The reason is very simple. If it was not cleaned up early, when the snow melted, it would be muddy here. In the future, even the soldiers' training would be suspended. Unexpectedly, such a move would completely allow the plane to take off.

There was a huge noise from the hangar, and Yang Mingzhi tried hard to cover his ears.

Podovic sat in the cab, swaying his right arm with force, asking everyone to avoid it, and then the plane slowly drove out of the hangar.

On the other hand, German pilot Hans never expected that there was a huge village far away at twelve o'clock. Because it was too different from the surrounding environment, the environment was dark, which was actually due to the artificial cleaning of the snow.

He immediately poked the radio crew who was stiff on his face because of the bitter cold wind and woke him up.

Both of them were stunned by the scene in front of them. As intelligence speculated, the reconnaissance planes entered the sky above the swamp and realized a mysterious settlement. If we asked where the enemy existed, it must be here.

The radio staff immediately started the radio station and reported to the division headquarters.

Schultz believed in his heart that he would definitely find a mysterious enemy this time. When the information was sent back, he claimed that a large village appeared in the swamp area. The staff members were excited and danced, but he was still extremely calm.

"Why, my division commander, you have made a contribution this time. The huge residential area that the scouts have appeared is not our control!" said Deputy Division Commander Mansa von Fonter.

Chief of Staff Swat simply drew a few strokes on the map and said to himself: "Now we don't have to passive defense anymore, we can take the initiative. It is estimated that this so-called village is actually the guerrillas' nest."

Schultz did not say anything more, he patted the excited people to calm down. "Gentlemen, we must have tangible evidence of the enemy. We cannot find a village and say that this is the enemy's base camp, unless there is evidence that it is not the villagers, but the armed personnel. Now I have ordered our reconnaissance aircraft to continue to operate, and when we obtain the exact photos, we can finally conclude that the latest huge settlement area is emerging, we need to know it." (To be continued.)8
Chapter completed!