The Third Reich

Chapter 1638 Shooting Down Air Force One

The automatic device began to operate, and through complex mechanical movements, the irregular radio signals were transformed into characters one by one. Although not all telegrams could be deciphered, only part of them could be deciphered, which was already a considerable improvement.

Who would have thought that the German telegraph expert was actually a music lover? Who would have thought that they would use the melody of music as a way to encrypt?

Moreover, the encryption is still the frequency, which is too unexpected.

At the same time, in order to speed up the deciphering work, as long as the rules are found, they are always used to designing the machine to automatically run and solve the problem. Now, the deciphered information is in front of Donovan again.

Donovan looked at the information he got, with a smile on his face. After unremitting efforts, he finally found the information he needed!

This is a telegram sent to the aviation units stationed near Moscow, asking them to take off their fighter planes at 3 o'clock tomorrow afternoon and start escorting at a position 300 kilometers west of Moscow.

Then, based on the speed of the other party, it is easy to infer the arrival time of the ambush position in Belarus, and then based on the previous intercepted telegrams, it is easy to infer the exact route.

"Go to the president immediately, and I will report in person," Donovan said.

time flies.

The days in the Arctic Circle are extraordinarily long, and even if the sun sets, it will soon rise.

In order to keep the fighter planes in a state of being dispatched at any time, they were all stored in the hangar. Captain Lanfield was sitting in the hangar, looking at his landline.

Large auxiliary fuel tanks are mounted on the wings and under the belly. The total fuel load of this fighter is almost two tons, which greatly increases its range.

Of course, in the first half of the flight, it is destined to be extremely heavy. When the external fuel tank is exhausted, and only the fuel in the aircraft is left, it will be extremely light.

At that time, it was time to carry out the task.

Everyone has guessed what, for them, life is only once, let their life bloom more gorgeous colors, in this life, there will be no regrets.

They are already prepared, no matter how many German escort fighter jets there are, they will keep going forward, and in the end, even if they collide, they will knock down Cyric's plane!

"Attention, all the pilots of 339 Squadron, come to the flight room." Major Michael's shout came from the broadcast speaker in the hangar.

All of a sudden, little Captain Lanphel's face showed excitement, so fast? Great!

He hurried towards the flight room, and when he entered, he saw other people who were equally excited.

"The mission has been issued, the original scheduled route, and depart in fifteen minutes." Major Michael said few words: "Lieutenant Thomas-Lanfield Jr., Lieutenant Lex-Barber, Lieutenant Jim-McLanahan and Joseph- Lieutenant Moore, these four aircraft are the killers of our training mission."

"Yes!" The four stood up and answered loudly.

To perform a complex mission, you must cooperate with each other. The killer is of course to kill the opponent's target. The other planes are used for cover.

The selected people have the most superb flying skills. They are full of sacredness at this time and clenched their fists hard. Although the squadron leader is still denying the real mission goal, everyone knows it in their hearts. Belly Ming.

Donning his full flight suit, Lieutenant Jim McLanahan ran into the hangar: "Start the engine for me."

Above the head, the bubble-like canopy was still open, and the ground crew skillfully helped to connect the power car on the ground. In the rumbling sound, the front 2000-horsepower engine emitted a stream of black smoke.

The hangar door was opened, and the cold wind rushed in immediately, closing the canopy overhead. Second Lieutenant McLanahan operated his plane and slowly slid out of the hangar towards the runway. Since it was fully loaded, they needed to Take off from the end of the runway.

"Bang." Suddenly, a voice sounded from under his feet. Following the voice, Second Lieutenant McLanahan felt his plane veered to one side and slid toward the wasteland next to him.

So he could only close the accelerator lever and slam on the brakes.

Opening the cockpit, Lieutenant McLanahan stepped on the wing and jumped out of the plane. Looking at his wheel, the one on the right was deflated, and he felt speechless for a while.

Damn, how can the chain fall at a critical time!

As a fighter jet, there would be such a low-level problem as a flat tire!

He turned his head back and watched the trajectory of the plane sliding over. On the road behind, a stone stood up with a pointed top.

It was scratched by a stone, bad luck!

So he could only stand on the plane and watch the other Mustang fighter jets on the runway take off one after another.

First to take off was the plane of the squadron commander, Major Michael, who rolled with ease and skill, pulled up, the engines roared, and climbed with the entire fighter.

The one who takes off first has to undertake the task of piloting, and at the same time, the fuel consumption will be more.

Major Michael learned on the radio that just after take-off, there was an aircraft malfunctioning and withdrawing, and he was speechless for a while. Just when he was thinking about who to replace Second Lieutenant McLanahan, a voice came from the radio again.

"Bison, bison, Xiaobee auxiliary fuel tank failure, Xiaobee auxiliary fuel tank failure."

Lieutenant Joseph Moore, the radio codenamed Little Bee, at this time, he was also speechless. In the pre-flight inspection, it was obviously fine, but when it was activated, it felt abnormal, and it was only when he took off that he discovered that his own The auxiliary fuel tank could not supply fuel.

It must be the oil pipe blocked! The fuel pump is new and will not be a problem.

Without the drop tanks, he wouldn't be able to fly that far, and the mission wouldn't be possible.

It seems that the treatment of being named as a killer by Major Michael is not good, whoever is faulty!

Lieutenant Moore hovered over the airport, waiting for the other planes to take off, freeing up the runway and landing by himself. He and Lieutenant Jim McLanahan became brothers and sisters. They could only wait on the ground for good news from the front line. .

Of the 20 fighters, two of them failed at the time of departure, leaving only 18. In the face of this situation, Major Michael was mentally prepared. He called on the radio and appointed Besby Helmore. Lieutenant James and Raymond Hahn join the "killer" ranks.

At the same time, Major Michael suppressed his inner excitement and shouted, "Our mission this time is to shoot down Air Force One!"

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