11 o'clock at night.
Bentley Abbey.
Combat dispatch room.
"Is there no news about the seven of them yet?"
After everything was arranged and the retreat entered a good momentum, Admiral Hugh Dowding asked the communications personnel who had been calling the A214 Spitfire and the radar specialists who were paying attention to several fighters.
"There is no news about them. General!" The leaders of the communication team and radar team stood up and replied. The two of them are now responsible for contacting and looking for the seven fighters that have not returned yet.
Those who fought tonight are all heroes. The Air Force Headquarters has instructed that all efforts must be made to find the heroes.
Hearing this, General Daoding did not speak.
Since the Chinese came here, the tactics they brought have at least reduced the losses of the Royal Air Force in battles with German aircraft by 30%. At the same time, the losses of German aircraft have skyrocketed. The transformation had a huge impact on the war.
What makes Dowding even more guilty is that he was doubting him not long ago.
"Young man, come back quickly," Dowding lit his pipe and prayed silently in his heart! Everyone knows about combustible fuel...
Mr. Chibbard Sinclair, the Secretary of State for the Air Force, has been silent and smoking silently. This young Chinese did not shed his blood in the skies over China, but dedicated his young life to the British people. Although he was a politician who put British interests first, he could not help but be moved by this young Chinese.
Major General Parker was worried: "More than four hours have passed, and I am worried that they will not have enough fuel."
In fact, everyone knows that when seven fighter planes blocked 24 Messerschmitts in a night battle, their fuel consumption increased almost five to six times. Their fuel consumption could not be maintained for three hours, let alone four hours.
Now four hours have passed, and there is a 90% chance that they will not come back... Alas!
Everyone was silent again.
Everyone knows what a plane running out of fuel means.
For many people, it is only after they suddenly disappear that people realize that it is too late to cherish them.
Since the Chinese Zhou Zhihan came to the UK, he has raised the combat effectiveness of the Royal Air Force to at least a higher level. In particular, he cracked the Messerschmitt dive, which directly broke the myth of the Bf109E3's invincibility and increased the confidence of British pilots. .
The four-finger formation he brought has enriched the air force's tactics. He has single-handedly changed the trend of local battles and even the entire campaign many times. Just like tonight's surprise attack on the Calais Pier, which destroyed the German army. Heavy artillery accelerated the retreat, directly reversing and changing the situation of the war, and developed in a direction beneficial to the allies.
"Mr. Chibald Sinclair," Admiral Hugh Dowding said, holding a pipe in his mouth. "When will your promise to this brave Chinese be fulfilled?"
Everyone looked at the Air Force Minister.
This young Chinese sacrificed his life for the freedom of the British people? You stingy old guy can't just keep your word.
"After the Dunkirk evacuation is over, I will fulfill my promise and transport ten, no, twelve Spitfires to China. If China needs it, I will send them another squadron of pilots to express our status as an ally. Sincerity!”
Admiral Dowding nodded. It was not easy to get the stingy Air Force Minister to willingly send out twelve Spitfires.
"Here they come!" the radar team leader suddenly shouted, "They are here. Night War Hurricane No. 5 appears on the radar? Hurricane No. 9 also appears..."
"What……"
Everyone was stunned for two seconds and shouted in surprise and joy. The young people jumped up.
Admiral Dowding took a few strides to the radar display, and sure enough, the identification numbers of Night Battle Hurricanes No. 5 and No. 9 were displayed on the radar.
"No. 7 also showed up!"
The radar team leader could not hide his excitement and shouted:
"No. 6... God bless... No. 10 also showed up... No. 8 also showed up..."
All six Night Fighting Hurricanes appeared, which meant that they had the upper hand against the twenty-four Messerschmitts? The results were absolutely brilliant.
Can seven night-fighting Hurricanes escape in front of twenty-four Messerschmitts? This was simply unimaginable before? Needless to say, this must be the contribution of the A214 Spitfire, which is the enemy of ten thousand people. In his presence, the Allied fighters were invincible.
"They are flying so slowly. They are gliding, which means that the fighter planes have run out of fuel. Just come back. Just come back." Major General Parker couldn't hide his excitement and stared at the radar display. As long as seven fighter planes appeared on the radar, it meant that they had entered Within the British sphere of influence, he laughed and shouted, "Where is the Spitfire A214? I want to talk to this guy, hahaha..."
"General Parker!" The radar team leader checked the radar in the entire sea area several times, his voice was low, "I didn't see the identification number of the A214 Spitfire."
"What? How is that possible!" Major General Pike said as he dismissed the crowd and searched for himself.
No.
The identification code of the A214 Spitfire was not displayed on the radar.
"You haven't received the communication yet?" Major General Parker frowned, clearly showing his anxiety.
"Connecting." The leader of the communications team said. While others were cheering just now, he had been trying to get in touch with seven fighter jets but failed.
"It's connected! General!" The leader of the communication team quickly stood up and handed the intercom to Major General Pike, "The call was connected to Lieutenant Vitold Dolbanovich."
Major General Parker took the communicator and said without pause: "Lieutenant Dorbanovich, I am Parker. Where is the Spitfire A214?"
"I don't know, General!" Witold Dolbanovich's tone was struggling.
"Didn't you come back together?"
Major General Pike asked eagerly.
"Seven of our fighters came back together, but..." Lieutenant Witold Dolbanovich, a tough guy, choked up a little as he spoke.
Admiral Dowding said to Major General Pike: "Let him speak slowly!"
Major General Parker knew that he was a little anxious, so he calmed down: "Don't be anxious, speak slowly!"
Lieutenant Dolbanovich was gliding on the sea, approaching Dover Airport. His fighter plane was high enough to glide to the airport and land: "Commander Zhou led us to fight against 24 Messerschmitts, and we shot them down. There were fifteen enemy planes and five were damaged.”
Major General Parker's lips trembled with joy, God, seven night-fighting Hurricanes shot down fifteen night-fighting Messerschmitts, this... did I hear it correctly?
Everyone in the dispatch room had the same expression as Major General Pike.
In the past, they would never have believed that seven of them shot down twenty of them without any losses, but now that there was an A214 Spitfire among the seven night fighters, they believed it.
"After we blocked the enemy's reinforcements, we saw that the Calais pier had been turned into ruins, so we returned. Unexpectedly, the commander-in-chief took us halfway back quietly to attack and blow up twelve Ju87 bombers at Clonber Airport. Then on the way back, I packed up the eight Ju88A day bombers at Peen Airport and took them away."
Hiss~~
Everyone in the combat control room was so surprised that they gasped.
Seven night fighters shot down twenty night Messerschmitts, bombed twelve Reaper Stukas, and calmly packed away eight Ju88As...
Let me do the math...
God!
Overnight, Britain had six more aces.
"When we were returning, we passed the dock of the Port of Calais. The German reinforcements had arrived and regained control of the dock. Unexpectedly, we dumped all the remaining ammunition on their heads. Just as we were leaving Calais When we were returning from Lai Pier, two returning night Messerschmitts spotted us and grabbed hold of us. Commander Zhou asked us to go first, but he cut off the rear for us." As he spoke, Lieutenant Dorbanovich choked up again.
Major General Pike asked in a deep voice: "Does the A214 Spitfire still have ammunition?"
"During the sneak attack on Crombel Airport, the commander-in-chief gave up all twelve of his aircraft to six of us. He covered us in the air, including eight enemy planes belonging to Pion. He also gave them all to us, so he should return the favor. There was some ammunition, but his fuel was exhausted just like us... The six of us kept calling for him along the way, but there was no news... His engine oil..."
In the combat control room, there was once again a dead silence.
