Chapter 427： Really a big trouble

The winner squatted in the classroom, and the loser was in pain at this time.

British Egyptian Air Force Base.

A famous ground crew, when he eagerly set out in the past, what about the large fleet of dozens of aircraft?

The commander-in-chief of the Royal Air Force in the Middle East, Arthur Langmore, was standing on the runway. He looked at the sky in the distance, feeling very dull.

Originally, Langmore came here to encourage the victorious returning pilots. He hoped to use his arrival to make them more energetic in the next attack, in order to destroy Germany in Libya. They need to be dispatched four or five times in a row.

But now, he hasn't seen anything, the scheduled time has long passed, and no one is seen.

"Our radio system has been subjected to strong electromagnetic interference, and it is not possible to get in touch with the bomber forces for the time being." Aside, the person in charge of the base said to Langmore.

Longmore's heart became more disturbed. According to internal news, he knew that when the Scarpa Bay base was attacked, it was also subjected to strong electromagnetic interference. The other party's old tricks were repeated, which showed that the other party was well prepared.

Can our fleet that took off in a hurry this time complete the mission?

Longmore felt that something was wrong when he thought of this: "Take off the fighter immediately and go to meet him."

Now, the British Royal Air Force fighter jets in Egypt cannot take off from the base here and come back to Libya. If they take off now, it would be a one-way flight.

It is necessary to immediately consider setting up a flight base in western Egypt, but now, even if it is the last forced landing, a few planes have to take off. Go and take a look.

Just after he gave the order, a sharp-eyed ground crew shouted loudly: "Come back, our plane is back!"

In the distance, as far as the field of vision, a bomber is flying back slowly, close, you can see clearly, it is a Blenheim twin-engine bomber!

At this time, the plane flew up and down, and it didn't look like usual training. It was so embarrassed, it seemed that there was some ferocious monster chasing it.

"Idiot, put the landing gear!" Langmore shouted loudly, "Get in touch with the pilot!"

The pilot on this plane didn't know how panicked he was. After seeing the runway, he got down directly, and he was about to make contact with the runway. The landing gear hadn't been lowered!

In the radio, they immediately called out, but unfortunately, it was useless. In the eyes of everyone, the belly of this bomber touched the ground and raised countless dust. The friction between the aluminum alloy belly and the ground radiated a line. Tao’s sparks were mixed with the sound of metal being torn.

At this time, the pilot discovered the mistake, but unfortunately, he could not pull it up anymore.

The bomber was on the runway, marking hundreds of meters. A fire truck, with its siren shining, moved up. Fortunately, the plane did not explode!

The whole body of the pilot was soaking wet. He pushed open the hatch and walked down with the support of the ground crew.

"What's the matter?" Longmore asked. At this time, he had seen that the plane had no bullet marks and landed in such embarrassment. I don't know what happened?

The pilot's eyes were hollow. He remembered his own experience of escaping from the dead. The terrible plane was chasing after him. He thought it was the last few seconds of his life, but the other party did not fire.

The other party arrogantly flew past his plane, and the guy in the bubble cockpit raised his middle finger, and then flew away with an incredible speed.

After walking around the ghost gate, I almost saw God. When he flew back, the pilot only felt that his two legs were trembling, and his arms could no longer control the joystick. It flew up and swayed, and it was just a miracle to land.

Now, seeing the commander of the Air Force, he subconsciously wanted to salute, but he couldn't lift his arm.

"Come on, what's the matter? What about the other planes?" Longmore asked, and he grabbed the opponent's shoulder hard and shook it.

other people? The horrible scene reappeared in the pilot’s eyes. He couldn’t help but shook his head: “I don’t know. I only saw the squadron leader and other planes. They were all shot down. Our bombers kept falling down and I almost died. There, I don’t know if other planes have come back."

In fact, some of them flew back, but these pilots were all frightened. After dispersing, some flew in the wrong direction and landed in the desert. There was even one that ran to the sea and finally made an emergency landing. Two, on the arduous trek, and the final return voyage.

Was shot down? Longmore couldn't believe his ears: "Libya, there is no air force. Is it an Italian plane or a German?"

who? On the plane, there is no emblem, he can't recognize it at all, he only knows that it is a terrible plane, it is simply the bomber's death!

"I don't know, I only saw an enemy fighter plane. That plane was terrible."

"What about the other squadrons?" the base commander on the side asked. What about the more than forty "combat" bombers of the 12th and 218th bomber squadrons? They were also intercepted, right? If the opponent had only one fighter , it would be impossible to eliminate so many bombers on your side?

The pilot continued to shake his head, the other squadrons? He saw those small bombers, got into the smoke, and never came out again. Thinking about it now, there is absolutely a problem with such a large swath of smoke!

After asking three questions, I only knew that Langmore was very anxious and almost cursed. At this moment, an adjutant hurried over: "General, please return to the headquarters immediately. General Wavell is important. Thing."

Return to headquarters? What is important? Longmore knew that it must be related to the bombing failure. He glanced at the pilot and said, "Go, you crew, go to the headquarters with me."

No matter how scared this hapless guy is, he has to take it away and write the mission report.

When Longmore returned to the headquarters, Wavell’s accountability was ushered in: “Longmore, how did our bombers do? Didn’t it mean only bombing oil fields? How did you blow up the oasis? This is troublesome. Big!"

How did our bombers do it? I didn't do much. Our bomber was almost done by others!

Longmore hadn't answered yet, he heard Wavell continue to say: "Vice President of Rockefeller Oil Company, was killed by the bomb we threw!"

Rockefeller, vice president? When Long Moulton heard this, he was taken aback. How could this be possible? However, if it is true, it is really a big trouble!

The United Kingdom needs to cooperate with the United States. Even if the relationship between the high-level British and the high-level Americans is good, this will be a big problem. After all, it is not the high-level Americans, the American presidents, but the monopoly capitalists of the United States that dominate the United States!

It's not bad now, our side blows up a capitalist!