In today's battle, the British Air Force lost two Hurricanes and two Blenheim bombers, and several bombers and fighter jets were injured and withdrawn from the battlefield. However, Zhou Zhihan and the others successfully destroyed the German heavy artillery position and opened up the lifeline for Channel B. Speeding up the withdrawal of troops, and shooting down more than ten Messerschmitts with fewer victories.
Back on the British coast, all fighter bomber squadrons waved goodbye to all the pilots of the Allied Legion. In the past, they somewhat looked down on the 303 and 304 Squadrons from Poland. In today's battle, the tactical literacy of these two squadrons and the superb skills of the pilots , which is impressive.
In particular, the pilots of the four bomber formations unanimously believed that this was their lowest loss since the war, and also their greatest victory. Without the 303 Hurricane Squadron's suppression of the German cannon positions on the ground, they would not have been able to achieve this at such a small cost. Such a huge victory, when British pilots used to escort, their losses every time were several times this time.
At this moment, not far away, seven or eight Vought F156 dive bombers came staggering from a distance. Two of the fuselages were emitting black smoke and flying at low altitude over the sea.
These bombers belong to the French Navy and appear to be carrier-based bombers. After hearing the message from the headquarters to all seaside fighter jets to release the F156, I learned that they were attacking German artillery positions on the seaside of Dunkirk and were attacked by Messersch. Mitte suffered heavy losses after the attack. The remaining ones could not fly back and were running out of fuel. They could only fly to the British port of Dover.
One of the bombers ran out of fuel, flew lower and lower, and finally crashed into the sea. The pilot was still trying to lift his plane at the last second. After falling into the water, he was rescued by a Royal Air Force salvage team.
Zhou Zhihan and the others quickly made way for an air corridor to let these poor French people pass.
After waving goodbye to several other squadrons, the Allied Legion flew back to Brighton Airport and landed steadily one by one.
The 303rd and 304th Squadrons gained a lot this time. Only two fighters were slightly injured and were immediately pushed into the hangar for repairs.
The little Joseph was undoubtedly a dazzling star today. He swooped down without hesitation to become the commander-in-chief's wingman, facing off against the two trump cards of Yellow No. 11 and White No. 13, and shot down Yellow No. 11, which made everyone admire him. I am envious.
Shoot down yellow No. 11.
It’s exciting just to think about it.
Polish pilots and ground staff came over to high-five and hug the little Joseph, congratulating him on his brilliant achievements.
Joseph said that this was a gift from the commander-in-chief, and most of the credit belongs to the commander.
Zhou Zhihan smiled, what does the yellow No. 11 shot down by your No. 3 fire-breathing bullet have to do with me.
Hearing these words makes people feel warm in their hearts.
The wartime has been busy recently. Fias Christelle went to the Air Force Headquarters as soon as dawn in the morning. The adjutant, Warrant Officer Gary Wedel, brought a combat map. As soon as Zhou Zhihan and the others came back, the Royal Air Force's combat order was After arriving here, at three o'clock in the afternoon, the Allied Corps had to go to the sky above Dunkirk to perform the task of driving away German bombers.
In the early days of the war, the Royal Air Force suffered too many losses on the French battlefield, resulting in a serious shortage of pilots. Now that the war is tight, sending rookies up will mean death in vain. They have no choice but to let the veterans work more. Now it depends on the two sides who can survive to the end.
The Royal Air Force Ministry specifically told Warrant Officer Wedel that Commander-in-Chief Zhou was not allowed to go into battle. A plane would pick him up at around three o'clock in the afternoon to take him to the headquarters for a meeting.
Hearing that there were still missions in the afternoon, the pilots went back to rest, but Joseph was reluctant to leave. He specially found the ground crew to add an ace record to the record of his No. 3 Spitfire tail, and ingeniously designed a white skeleton hand, a skull. The hand points to a yellow 11.
Zhou Zhihan returned to his private room. The door was ajar. He gently opened the door. His eyes suddenly lit up. Several pairs of brand new slippers were placed at the door. The air in the room was fresh. The floor was wiped clean. The table was spotless. There are bouquets of flowers in bloom, which are very beautiful.
Taking off his shoes, he gently walked into the house with bare feet. There was no one in the living room. When he walked into the bedroom, Zhou Zhihan felt warm in his heart. The bedroom was also tidied up, the bedding was neatly folded, and the laundry was folded and put away. At the bedside, there was Karen's faint scent in the room.
Zhou Zhihan's heart skipped a beat when he heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. He walked over quietly. The room was steaming with hot water and hot water was being put in the bathtub. Karen was standing on the bathroom balcony to dry clothes, her long blond hair casual. Pulling it up, a few strands were scattered on her smooth neck. Her upper body was wearing the loose top she wore yesterday. Her two long legs were white and translucent, exuding the luster of youth in the sun.
"Karen!"
Zhou Zhihan said softly.
Karen turned around, with a charming smile on her face, opened her arms, and ran over lightly.
Zhou Zhihan opened his arms.
Karen jumped up and sat on his waist. His wide shirt trembled a little, and his eyes were filled with white shadows.
This time the breasts are so generous.
Half an hour later, Karen with blurred eyes pushed Zhou Zhihan away: "Stop making trouble, you have to go to the Air Force Headquarters for a meeting in the afternoon."
"I'm going to a meeting, not a war. There's no need to conserve energy..."
"That's not OK……"
"Okay...I'm an old pilot..."
"Hehe... Even old pilots can't do it... Oh, by the way, tell me how you used to fly, hehe..."
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When he woke up, it was already afternoon. Seeing Karen sleeping soundly, Zhou Zhihan got up gently, closed the bedroom door, and walked to the kitchen to boil a pot of water for tea. He found that Karen had already thought that she had boiled the water.
"What a considerate girl! She feels like home."
Zhou Zhihan took the tea leaves, put it in a large tea vat and brewed a pot of tea. He closed the lid and lit a cigarette. After smoking the cigarette, the tea was at its most fragrant.
20 minutes later, Zhou Zhihan closed the door and rode his bicycle to the military airport. At three o'clock in the afternoon, the 303 and 304 Squadrons were going to Dunkirk to perform an interception mission. He had to go and see what the mission was, and then according to the mission , arrange the formation tactics.
Today is June 2, and tomorrow is the penultimate day of the Dunkirk evacuation, and it is also the day when both sides send the most fighter planes.
On the morning of June 4, the evacuation came to an end. He remembered that on this day, the entire Dunkirk would be cast in a tragic tone.
It was now two o'clock in the afternoon, and the pilots of the two squadrons had not yet arrived. Zhou Zhihan saw several ground crew members gesticulating near the A214 Spitfire from a distance, seeming to be arguing about something.
It turned out that the ground crew was adding records to the tail of the A214 Spitfire, and several people were arguing over how many enemy planes the commander had shot down during this period.
Zhou Zhihan looked over and saw a total of 50 aircraft records on the tail of the A214 Spitfire. There were three ace marks painted on the top, one of which had the white number 13 written on it.
I stopped and didn’t continue painting because some people said 51, some said 52, and some said 54. We couldn’t argue, so we simply stopped and waited until the pilots arrived to find out.
Zhou Zhihan shook his head. He once told the ground staff that there was no need to draw records in the future.
Seeing the commander-in-chief approaching, several ground crew members immediately gathered around and asked the commander-in-chief how many more aircraft they had shot down during this period.
It turned out that it was the little Joseph who asked the ground crew to add all the commander-in-chief's achievements. The achievements on the tail of the plane were an honor and a deterrent to the enemy.
Zhou Zhihan couldn't remember how many enemy planes he shot down in total. He never cared about it. He shot down countless Japanese planes on the domestic anti-Japanese battlefield and never counted them. As long as he won, defeating the Japanese was more important than any honor.
"To be honest, I have never kept track of how many enemy planes I have shot down these days." Zhou Zhihan shrugged his shoulders and took a few people to the safe area to smoke and drink coffee. "Every time I come back in the future, I will report to you Report how many enemy planes were shot down, let’s take 50 as the standard for the time being!”
