Six Hundred and Forty-Six Battles Across the Ages

A German butcher strategic reconnaissance plane patrolling the waters near Iceland is flying slowly at an altitude of 10,000 meters. The four engines roared deafeningly. The co-pilot of the plane and the camera operator taking pictures are idle and chatting Looking at yesterday's meal, everything is so ordinary.

Since the United Kingdom seized Iceland, a territory of Denmark, and built it into a strategic location to counterattack the British mainland, the German Air Force and Navy have not stopped detecting and blocking Iceland for a moment. Although the navy's blockade of Iceland did not achieve the desired effect due to the interference of land-based aircraft, the air force has been interfering and bombing Iceland.

To be honest, even the two air force generals, Catherine and Dick, are not optimistic about bombing Iceland. Compared with the British mainland, which is full of strategic targets, Iceland is a piece of barren land that has not been developed, and there are no targets worth bombing. . Several important military installations are protected by dense anti-aircraft artillery. These anti-aircraft guns shipped from the United States are powerful but very concentrated, which makes it difficult for the Luftwaffe to start for a while.

Another terrible problem is that it takes a lot of fuel to fly to Iceland, but the rewards are very little. There are no decent industrial facilities in Iceland, and the use of strategic bombers to wash the ground can only have a limited deterrent effect. Nothing could stop the British from continuing to produce weapons and ammunition in Canada.

So the mission to bomb Iceland was gradually canceled and replaced by limited strategic reconnaissance. After all, the German Supreme Command needed to know what the British had done in Iceland and whether it might threaten the safety of the Atlantic Wall.

The latest large-scale camera equipment is installed on the derivative reconnaissance model of the Butcher bomber, providing the German Supreme Command with the most detailed military intelligence and ground facility construction. The camera is so precise that it can take clear photos, including docking in the port warships, and a newly built airport runway.

Fortunately, when it comes to the manufacture of precision instruments, especially precision optical instruments, there is no country that can compete with Germany. The paranoia of this nation's hobby of precision machining is absolutely beyond anyone's imagination. Relying on this almost crazy paranoia, the aerial photos in the hands of Akado and Marshal Brauchic now allow them to clearly understand every move of the distant enemy.

"Yesterday that British girl had a really round ass. The old man and I bought her a beer and tipped her 5 marks... Believe me, she is willing to lick my toes!" Because it is still a few minutes away from Iceland The flight distance, so the people on the plane have not yet become nervous, the photographer bragged about his affair at the airport in northern England yesterday, full of obscene words, which made the captain and the co-pilot laugh out loud.

"Stop it, boy, if you keep blowing, Chamberlain's wife has slept with you." The captain joked with a smile while manipulating the plane.

"Don't you believe it, the airport manager, yes, that's the British officer, his wife is nice, she makes a lot of noise in bed,

Enough! "The photographer became more and more enthusiastic. In order to show his unparalleled charm, he kept bragging about his affair. Many German occupation troops stationed in the UK had sex with local women. Even the local British newspapers They all exclaimed: "It won't be long before there are German children running all over the ground. "

Because of the war, a large number of British men died on the battlefield or fled overseas. After all, the number of British people who escaped was still a small number, and more people were forced to stay and accept the rule of the Germans. However, the old, weak, sick and disabled left behind are really unable to support themselves, so they have to give up their dignity in order to survive.

Because of the defeat of the war, the collapse of commerce, and the disintegration of the continuous supply chain, various end-of-the-world scenes have appeared in the UK: food has to be rescued by France and Germany, there is no steel factory that cannot start production, workers are unemployed and go home, and the pastures have lost their jobs because of the war. It was barren. The world's most powerful industrial system has disappeared, and now the British industry is facing difficulties in self-help, not to mention helping the Germans in production.

Speer's plan to integrate British industry will not bear fruit until one year later, and the specific effect will depend on whether Germany can defeat the British government-in-exile, annihilate the British fleet, and successfully end the state of war—in this case Well, the only thing in the British economic system that still has a little vitality is the German Expeditionary Force.

In order to survive, to make a living, to get some rice and flour in an extremely hungry environment, the British women gave up their modesty and arrogance, and prostrated themselves in front of the invaders. But they soon discovered that these German soldiers were not as greedy and shameless as the newspapers slandered them earlier. On the contrary, these Germans were polite and generous!

The German garrison in the UK has subsidies, and the army has monthly expedition funds. In most cases, it is converted into rice flour, transported across the English Channel, and subsidized to local residents. The other military services are even richer. The naval officers and soldiers stationed on the ships of the German destroyer fleet stationed in Liverpool and other ports, as well as the air force under the Western Air Defense Command responsible for British air defense, have a lot of allowances and subsidies. There is nowhere to spend money and materials in the barren British mainland—since there is demand and supply, the two sides immediately formed a huge market.

British women dating German military officers can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys. Some British military officers turn a blind eye to their wives in order to please their superiors in exchange for food. The economy is recovering faster than Speer estimated.

When a few people were talking nonsense about which British woman was the sexiest in the red-light district outside the air force base, suddenly the voice of the machine gun turret shooter below the head came from the radio headset: "Straight ahead! The height is slightly lower, and I saw two enemy planes. Machine! Please confirm! Please confirm!"

"I'm confirming! How could there be an enemy plane attacking at this height? Did I see it wrong?" The co-pilot adjusted his sitting posture, carefully looked at the direction reported by the machine gunner, and then his eyes suddenly widened Get up: "It's really an enemy plane! It's very fast!"

The atmosphere in the cabin suddenly became tense, and everyone shut their mouths. The other party was obviously not friendly. The captain adjusted the engine output control lever to speed up the plane slightly, and then opened the communication channel for all: "The enemy Machine attack! All turrets ready for battle! Repeat, all turrets ready for battle!"

All the turrets on the plane adjusted their positions immediately, and the machine guns and machine guns were all aimed at the direction of the enemy plane's attack, just like a huge air battleship, ready to fight. The plane of the British on the opposite side was obviously not a vegetarian either. The two planes rushed over like this before and after, and in the blink of an eye they had already arrived in front of the German reconnaissance plane.

"Thug! Chug!" The two 30mm machine guns on the nose fired first, and a huge tongue of flame erupted. Everyone felt a slight vibration from their feet, but the sound from the earphones made no one The captain and the co-pilot who were facing the battle were terrified.

"They are too fast! This is not an ordinary plane!" The female gunner on the belly of the plane kept firing violently, and shouted loudly: "I can't aim at them! They are too fast! They flew out of sight, The tail machine turret is handed over to you."

"Damn it! I haven't aimed yet, they went around, the flank machine guns are going to your side!" The shooter of the tail machine gun cursed loudly.

"My God! They're going around, they're firing! Be careful!" The flanking machine gunner reminded his companions, his voice was trembling a little because of nervousness or excitement.

As the opponent's fighter jets sprayed out dazzling flames, the Butcher reconnaissance plane was punched in a row of neat holes by the hail of bullets, and the bullets were bouncing in the cabin, and everyone shouted and avoided knowing where they came from debris.

"Ah!" The photographer, who was bragging about the elasticity of other people's wife's buttocks just now, was hit by shrapnel on the inner thigh, and blood gushed out like a fountain, spraying the blood mist on the face of the co-pilot next to him.

"Oh! My God! Someone is injured! Someone is injured!" The co-pilot yelled loudly as he frantically helped the photographer hold the wound, hoping that someone would come to help. But the cabin of the plane is extremely cramped, obviously his extravagant wish is impossible to realize.

"Let him cover it by himself! Come and help!" The pilot flying the plane frantically swung various switches. The enemy plane's strafing just now obviously hit the cameraman: "Come and help me control the plane, the plane on the left Something may have been broken on the wing, and the control has become a lot slower! If you don’t want to crash in the sea, roll over quickly!”

The co-pilot hurried back to his seat with blood on his face. The bullets from the enemy plane pierced through the thin skin of the plane's fuselage again. The expensive camera equipment was smashed into a pile of scrap iron by the bullets. The shooter operating the machine gun was hit by two cannon shells and turned into a mass of minced meat. Soon enough smoke was rising from one of the engines of the Butcher reconnaissance plane.

"Return immediately! Return immediately! Headquarters! We were intercepted by British planes, we were hit! We were hit!" The captain drove the plane to avoid the strafing of enemy planes, and let the plane start to return.

"Call the nearby friendly forces! Call the nearby friendly forces! We are under attack! We are under attack! Can someone support? Can someone support?" He pressed the communicator in his throat and begged loudly.