Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 172: Sparrow Hawk
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It is almost noon, the Mediterranean Sea is still sunny, there are only a few thin clouds in the sky, the midsummer sun shines unobstructed on a lone sparrowhawk, this medium bomber painted in green striped camouflage is in accordance with the routine The patrol route was flying from south to north along the rugged coast of Italy at an altitude of two kilometers. (Baidu search network update is the fastest and most stable)..
Second Lieutenant Robert Fabrizio checked the gyro compass and looked out of the cabin.
"You will reach the turning point in five minutes, Bennett, you can start preparing the camera." Fabrizio turned the sun visor on the windshield up and glanced at the sky diagonally above. .
"This weather is perfect for a picnic. I have a friend in Fogliano, and he can get some French cheese and German beer." The co-pilot is a Campanian named Galeazzo, he is holding A flight plan sheet records the current flight parameters on it.
"Don’t be like the last time, Galeazzo, you still owe me fifteen hundred lire. The old account hasn’t been paid off." The captain said to this Campanian other than being a good pilot. In other opinions, if that guy put his passion for the black market on flying, he might get a higher evaluation.
"Captain, the latest command from the headquarters, we let us turn to Sardinia now." Correspondent Bennett sat on the rear left side of the cockpit, facing two heavy radio stations. Handed a piece of recording paper to Fabrizio, which wrote the content of the command and the latest heading and coordinates.
"Damn it, Galeazzo, calculate, we don't have enough fuel." The captain checked the telegram and handed it to the first officer.
"Reply to the headquarters, we will execute the order immediately."
The Sparrowhawk climbed some heights, and then slowly turned to the depths of the sea.
"It must be some kind of "urgent transportation task." It seems that the big business people are too busy and there is a shortage of goods. These lofty idiots never consider our feelings." Galeazzo calculated with a slide rule With the voyage and the fuel needed, he grumbled in his mouth. The captain dismissed it. He clearly knew that the co-pilot's grievances were more due to the change in the mission affecting the private business.
"We have enough fuel to reach Sardinia, captain. I hope we can catch lunch when we get to Sardinia."
"There is only a less than one hour voyage. The time should be enough. Maybe you still have time to get something new there." The captain teased his deputy and the Campanian ran to Business opportunities can be found everywhere.
"Leave aside this, continue to talk about what happened last night. A friend of mine lives in Turin, and I have an appointment with him to visit him in October. Now I don’t know if he escaped this Bombing, poor guy, his child has just been full moon.” Galeazzo changed the subject, as if he was concerned about the disaster that happened last night, he just didn’t want to be teased by the captain again, who knows his so-called living in Turin Does the friend really exist?
"I never thought that the French Air Force would still retain such a strong strength and still have the ability to actively launch night attacks. I don't know what the specific situation is. The radio has only been accusing the French of cruel crimes. According to my estimation, the loss should be very serious." Lieutenant Fabrizio adjusted the throttle gently, and he expressed his opinion while looking at the sea outside the side window.
"It is said that there were a hundred bombers, and the whole city was on fire, and even the cathedral was affected." The mechanic had just checked the equipment in the rear compartment, and he joined the discussion with a worried look.
"This is blasphemy. God will punish these Frenchmen who deserve to be condemned by God. They will definitely pay for these crimes." The correspondent is a devout Catholic who almost entered the seminary that year.
"One hundred bombers? Tell you, last night the French dispatched a full two hundred planes, all of which are the latest high-speed bombers. Our fighter jets can’t catch up with them even with enough horsepower. Let those French guys succeed." The co-pilot proudly showed off the exclusive information. The bombing launched by France just happened early this morning, and various rumors were raging in Italy at this time. Anyway, everyone claimed to have accurate information channels. No one believed what was published in the Roman newspapers.
"My brother is serving at the border. I don't know what's going on there. If the French can bomb across the border, they will definitely attack on the ground." The mechanic Mario sat in his seat. Said with a sad face.
"Who knows, I hope the Germans can continue to attack in accordance with the agreement. Their new head of state does not know what his mind thinks, but suddenly stops when he has the upper hand, because the Germans are standing still on the French front. French talents have the opportunity to mobilize troops to attack us." The captain patted the steering wheel vigorously. He became increasingly dissatisfied with the performance of the Germans in recent months. Didn't it mean that the steel allies are like a family? He just watched the attack on his allies.
Perhaps the captain’s thoughts exceeded the crew’s ability to accept it. This topic came to an abrupt end. Everyone found that they had lost the conversation. There was a weird silence in the cabin, only the engine outside the cabin continued. The roar of rhythm.
The dull and boring flight continues. The Sparrowhawk, born in a famous airliner, has excellent flying qualities. As the backbone of the Italian Air Force, this aircraft is rudely regarded as a universal bomber and has been given a variety of her Tasks outside the scope of ability.
Fabrizio’s Sparrowhawk is the most standard basic model. The flight team has made some simple modifications on its own. This aircraft is used as a long-range reconnaissance aircraft and a transport aircraft. In order to increase cargo space, they even dismantled it. After dropping the original magazine, the bomber's pod protruding from the bottom was still retained, in order to hide it from the superior's inspection and to have an extra self-defense machine gun.
They are very familiar with the route to Sardinia. In the past, they have traveled back and forth between this large island and the home base countless times. They often arrive in Sardinia at noon and take off and return in the evening. The local airport personnel will load a pile of tightly packed cargo on the plane. The crew members never ask what is in there, which involves some senior military officials in the government. If you are too curious, you will lose your life. This huge island far away from the mainland has a long coastline, and smugglers going to and from the African coast have always used this as a transit point.
"Sardinia will be seen soon. Now we can contact the airport and let them prepare the parking space for us. By the way. Don't forget to order lunch for us. I want creamy seafood spaghetti. "Fabrizio said to the correspondent.
"I want fried rice with conch meat and mushrooms." The co-pilot also spoke.
The mood in the cockpit returned to normal, and then the mechanic and two machine gunners also joined the ordering team, talking about the food, and smiles reappeared on the faces of these Italians.
"No problem." The correspondent carefully recorded everyone's request on a piece of paper, then adjusted the frequency and started the first contact with Costa Sameralda base.
"This is impossible!" The correspondent suddenly pressed the headset hard. He quickly recorded the received code on the recording paper.
"Costa is sending a clear message, they are calling for help. They were bombed by the French Air Force..." With a horrified expression on Corporal Bennett's face, he reported to the captain loudly. News.
"How is this possible? Someone must be pranking." The co-pilot exclaimed. He didn't believe that the war would burn to the Mediterranean so quickly, and the French would attack on both sides.
"God, this is the frequency of the Sardinian Air Force Command, and they are also reporting clearly. The French have destroyed the Costa Airport and the 148th Fighter Squadron has been annihilated. Now they demand all the Italian aircraft that received the call. Immediately rush to support. These guys are crazy, the Italian Air Force has lost air supremacy, we will be beaten down by the French like a duck."
"What can we do? We even took down the magazine. I knew that group of **** would kill us sooner or later. Damn, we are now flying to the war zone. If we encounter a French fighter, we will not have Any chance to resist." Galeazzo was a little out of control, he shouted loudly.
"We have no other choice. We don’t have enough fuel left to support our flight back home. We can only fly to the **** island. Find an airport to land, if there is one that hasn’t been blown up." Fabrizio showed the calmness and bravery that a commander should have at this time. He used a calm tone to express the fact that they have been trapped and there is no chance of turning back.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" The co-pilot slapped the steering wheel hard in his hands. He never thought that he would be in such a crisis. The fear of death made him extremely manic.
"Calm down, Galeazzo, if you can't stay calm, get out of my cockpit. The situation is not at its worst. We still have time to figure out how to solve the problem. Bey. Nate, can you contact the Fertilia base and whether they were also attacked by the French. I don’t think the French can bomb all our bases. There must be a place where we can land.
If it doesn't work, we can also go to Osgili, where there is enough flat land for an emergency landing. If you have no other suggestions, then just listen to me. No matter what happens, I swear, I will take everyone home safely. Now, Galeazzo, descending altitude, we go to low altitude, which should reduce the probability of our detection. "The captain's calm performance gave everyone confidence, and the crew members began to act separately according to the commander's orders.
The Sparrowhawk began to press its nose and dived rapidly toward the sea. The engine screamed, and the fuselage began to tremble crazy. The Italian pilots used the aircraft to its extreme performance, almost before it disintegrated. Pulling the control wheel hard to level the flight attitude. At this time, the bomber had reached its top speed. The aircraft was advancing towards Sardinia at an ultra-low altitude of more than two hundred meters. Looking down from the window, the Mediterranean Sea under the sun was like a blue satin shimmering with pearl. Flying so low, the waves splashing on the sea seem to be within reach.
"The French also attacked Fertilia. They attacked all the air bases. I contacted the Delmas Base. The signal officer told me that they had begun to retreat. The army heard news that the French had already started to retreat. Sardinia landed, and the Air Force Command ordered them all to retreat to the mountains and join forces with the army to build a new line of defense."
"These armies are simply unreliable. We can only rely on ourselves now. After the coastline, I will immediately find a flat ground to land. Then I will find a way to get a boat. If we don’t want to be a prisoner, we must Find a way to leave this island."
"We can go to Tyras Quinn. I have a friend Julian there, and he has a boat."
"Where is that village?"
"Our current position should be here...about 70 kilometers further south." The co-pilot pointed out the general direction, and everyone began to feel hope, and the cabin began to be filled with relaxed emotions again. The mechanic even started to make fun of the correspondent's previous performance.
The Sparrowhawk flies lightly over the rugged shoreline of the reef, and the gray rocks and green fields swiftly pass under the belly of the plane. The captain began to turn the nose slowly, and the plane began to move south along the coast~IndoMTL.com~Everyone felt that victory was in sight, and Fabrizio turned his face relaxedly and looked at the wing and engine short on one side. In the cabin, just when he saw everything intact and was about to turn his eyes back, a string of scarlet fireballs hit the wing in front of his eyes.
The violent explosion tore apart the skin of the wing, aluminum sheets and broken spar structures were flying all over the sky, and the outer cover of the engine compartment was lifted up in front of you. The engine first spit out a large cloud of dark smoke. Saw the orange flame began to sweep along the shell.
"God!" The captain only had time to let out a desperate exclamation, and the Sparrowhawk instantly lost control and rolled and crashed into the ground. A huge fireball soared up into the sky with fragments of the plane. In the next second, two blue-gray figures passed through the black smoke column one after another. And pass.
The two fighters, painted with the French Air Force emblem, circled the smoke column for two weeks, and then began to increase their altitude and flew towards the inland of the island.
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