"Model, what day is today?"

Chen Yanlong, who had just flew to the sky above Ukraine, suddenly asked Model beside him anxiously.

"No. 9! Head of State, what's wrong?"

Model stared at Chen Yanlong with confusion.

"On the 9th, May 9, 1943! What big thing is going to happen on this day?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yanlong was still thinking about this day, muttering to himself.

"Oh no! Oh my god! I actually forgot that this period was the day when the Soviet army launched two large-scale air strikes on the German army!"

Suddenly, Chen Yanlong jumped up from his seat as if he was electrocuted, and said in panic.

"Yuan, Yuan, Yuan! Are you okay! Why did you react so much?"

Model, who was shocked by Chen Yanlong's fierce reaction, asked nervously.

"Does there be a radio station on our plane? Or do you have telegraphs?"

Chen Yanlong said anxiously.

“There are both radio and telegraph machines!”

Model responded without hesitation.

"Immediately send me the power to us the Sixth and Fourth Air Forces Army, and ask them if they have encountered any surprise attacks from the Soviet Air Force in the past few days! If not, I will immediately start from now on and be fully alerted to the large-scale attacks of the Soviet Air Force! Those who do not listen to orders will be punished by military punishment!"

Chen Yanlong hurriedly gave an order.

"Yes! Head of State!"

Seeing Chen Yanlong's expression in anxiety, Model hurriedly agreed.

Then he immediately went to use the radio on the plane to connect to the headquarters of the Sixth and Fourth Air Forces and prepare to issue the orders of the head of state.

However, Chen Yanlong's order was still a little late, because the large-scale Soviet aviation army had already flown over the German airport at this moment.

In the evening, the sun had already set, and the sunset was red and covered the entire western sky.

Bryansk Prefecture, an area located in the middle of the Eastern European plain, extends 270 kilometers from west to east; 190 kilometers from north to south. It borders Ukraine in the south, and is adjacent to Belarus in the west and northwest; it borders Smolensk Prefecture in the north, Kaluga Prefecture in the northeast; Oryor Prefecture in the east, and Kursk Prefecture in the southeast.

When the sunset around the sky became brighter and brighter, it was inside the German airport here.

Two German pilots were checking the Junker JU87 dive bomber they were flying to see if they had any repairs and whether they could perform their best combat functions on the battlefield.

Because their two JU87 dive bombers were slightly injured during an air battle with the Soviet army last Wednesday.

"Hey! Lick Schmidt, how about your JU87 dive bomber? Have you fixed it?"

After checking his JU87 dive bomber, German pilot Tovald asked happily in the cool and comfortable breeze.

"The maintenance skills of those aircraft engineers are pretty good! My bomber is seriously injured than yours. My left wing was almost broken when landing that day; but now after being repaired by them, it seems like new, shining and intact!"

Schmidt responded happily.

"That's good, then we can fight in the air again soon! Next time we have to shoot down eight of them and ten of them at the Soviet army! Otherwise, I'm sorry for those brothers who died in the same period with us!"

Tovald said with a bright smile.

"Yes! But it would be even better if there was no such a damn war! I really want to go back to my hometown and see my wife! I wonder how she, my son, and my daughter who is just 3 years old, are they doing now? Are they still alive?"

Schmidt smiled bitterly, then looked up sadly at the sky full of rays, and said homesickly.

"Well! Yes! I also want to go back to Munich to see my mother and my two daughters. I really don't know how they live now? Are you thinking of me?"

Seeing this, Tovald suddenly turned his smile on his face and responded with sorrow.

"Hey! Towald, do you think we still have the opportunity to return to our hometown and visit our loved ones?"

Schmidt suddenly felt a very panic in his heart for some reason, which made him worry.

"Well! Yes! We will definitely be able to go back alive!"

Tovald didn't know whether to comfort himself or Schmidt; he finally used all his strength to answer loudly.

"Author to your noble words! If there weren't those damn Soviet air force, and our war-loving head of state, I'm afraid we won't come to this cold and deadly ghost opponent now and fight!"

Upon hearing this, Schmidt remained silent for a moment, and then said in an angry voice.

"Hey! You want to die! Say bad things about the head of state here! Schmidt!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tovald's face immediately changed drastically and he warned in fear.

"What are you afraid of! If we can't end this damn war as soon as possible, who knows how long we can live? You are not unaware that we already have many brothers, and we can't live for more than 200 hours in air battles!"

Schmidt looked sarcastic, as if he was not afraid of hot cats, and was not afraid of death.

"Well! I understand your mood. Who told us that we were born in Germany and in this war-torn era! This is our life!"

Torvald did not refute Schmidt's words, but sighed sadly.

Then he remained motionless and silent, looking up and continued to stare at the area near the airport; the beautiful scenery shrouded in the sunset, fell into deep thought and remained silent for a long time.

As for Schmidt, he also squinted his eyes while breathing the fresh air; he blew the cool breeze that made people feel happy, and was silent.

At that moment, no one knew what was thinking in his heart.

But at this moment, a shrill alarm sounded the entire German airport.

"What's wrong? Who sounded the alarm!"

Hearing the sound, Tovald shouted in fear.

"I don't know! But let's start taking off soon! Look at the west side there are many small black dots, which are approaching us quickly!"

Schmidt pointed at the densely pack of planes in the west sky and replied in horror.

"Yes, it is the Soviet Air Force LaGG-5 fighter fleet, and the Pe-2 and Pe-2 light bombers; there are also a small number of Pe8 heavy bombers, and the Yer2 medium bombers."

Tovalde immediately opened his eyes wide and shouted in disbelief.

"Don't talk nonsense, fight the Soviet aviation army quickly! Otherwise we will have to die in this airport! I will go back alive and see my family!"

Schmidt responded loudly as he quickly sat in his JU87 dive bomber.

"But, but we are bombers! How can we fight with so many battle groups!"

Torvald shouted in panic.
Chapter completed!