evening.
The London sky was as red as fire, and in half an hour at most the sun would disappear from the horizon.
These days, people in London seem to have temporarily come out of the shadow of the bombing on August 24, and life must go on no matter what.
Since the night of the bombing on August 24, there have been rumors among the people that the Luftwaffe missed London. The pilots of the two bombers and the commanders of their respective air forces were all dismissed by Air Marshal Göring and transferred to the infantry. Company, acting as the vanguard, charging into battle.
So many people in London believe that Germans will not come back.
People are coming and going on the streets, the entrance to the cinema is still bustling, the coffee shops are full of fragrance, and the bars and various entertainment venues are crowded with people.
suddenly.
A seven or eight-year-old blond boy jumped and cheered because a Spitfire flying at ultra-low altitude and slow speed appeared above the Thames River.
The children's cheers immediately attracted the attention of people around them, who stopped to watch.
Someone said: "This Spitfire is so strange. It is actually circling over the Thames. What is he trying to express?"
Another person next to him said: "Are you performing some mission?"
As soon as these words came out, they immediately aroused the alarm of many people.
A young man shouted: "Oh... I can see it clearly. The serial number of this fighter is 214. I often see it in newspapers. The pilot is the number one ace of the current allies from China."
"The number one ace? Why is his plane the only one circling here?"
"Yes, his flying posture is very strange. Look, he has opened the canopy and is making gestures... His gesture seems to want us to leave?"
"It seems... he seems to be asking us to leave... why is that?"
"Ah... something is wrong... A214's flames began to lift into the air with all its strength... It flew higher and higher, as if it was very anxious..."
"Hey...! Look, in the sky in the distance across the Thames River, there seem to be many black spots as big as matchboxes, and they are getting bigger and bigger. What are they?"
"Yes! What are these black spots? The A214 Spitfire must have seen these black spots, so it quickly pulled up into the air. Are these black spots that suddenly appeared on the other side of the Thames River aircraft?"
"Hell...those black spots are planes...who knows whose plane that is?"
"The A214 Spitfire rushed towards the black spots that appeared... Damn it, they were German bombers..."
"It's a German plane...Run..."
Several people screamed loudly, their voices full of fear, which immediately caused a group of people to scream and flee in unison.
Once a crowd suddenly flees in panic on the street, this panic will immediately spread like a plague. In an instant, the street is full of people running around. Some people have no idea what is happening, but the whole street The panicked screams and screams let them know that a disaster might be coming, and they all looked for the nearest air-raid shelter to take shelter.
An old man with his head down reading a newspaper and some deafness was sitting in a coffee shop, completely unaware of what was happening on the street. After a while, he reached out to hold the coffee cup, and then raised his eyes to see a group of black people flying from across the Thames River, covering the sky. German fighter-bombers blocked the sun, and then the sound of huge propellers and engines sounded above his head. "Pop", the coffee cup fell from his hands and broke into pieces. He was so frightened that he forgot to run away, and said tremblingly: "Oh God...what?" There's only one fighter going to fight...oh god..."
Admiral Hugh Dowding, who was sitting in the large dispatch room of the monastery, did not know yet that the moment that changed his fate had arrived.
A combat staff officer came over: "General! The German aircraft fleet is different from usual this time. They don't seem to disperse and keep flying in one direction."
The adjutant asked hesitantly: "The Germans are very unusual today. How about sending the first fighter back to defend London?"
Admiral Hugh Dowding frowned and paced back and forth in the room. The abnormal behavior of the German aircraft fleet made him more and more uneasy. This was a difficult moment to make a decision.
After more than ten seconds, Dowding shook his head: "No! This is still a trick played by the Germans. The fighter force continues to perform the task of defending various airports and radar stations as usual."
It was Dowding's ten seconds of hesitation that changed the fate of London and his own.
at this time.
Approximately more than 400 bombers of various types, escorted by more than 700 Bf 109 and Bf 110 fighter jets, have flown through the English Channel and reached the skies over the United Kingdom.
The first batch of 380 fighter-bombers, led by Lieutenant Colonel Werner Moulders, entered the British mainland and went straight to both sides of the Thames River. They separated along the river, and several planes dropped bombs on the black stripes of the Thames River. On the oil tank, a huge explosion made the river ripple.
Another group of about 460 aircraft flew towards London under the leadership of Major Helmut Vick. These bombers flew much higher than usual, reaching an altitude of nearly 6,000 meters. Surrounded by these bombers, there were Bf 110 Fighter formations were escorting all around. On top of these fighter jets, Bf 109 fighter jets formed a combat echelon formation, patrolling the sky in a roundabout way, ready to deal with Royal Air Force fighter jets at any time.
The remaining fighter-bombers, led by Lieutenant Colonel Adolf Garland, followed as the second wave of bombing echelons.
Before dusk, the sky in London seemed particularly quiet. When the German aircraft fleet, which was blocking the sky, arrived at the small town of Thames, no Royal Air Force fighter jet was found to take off to intercept.
It turned out that at this time, the British fighter force estimated that the targets of the German bombing would be the Royal Air Force's fighter bases and radar bases. They all took off to defend these targets, which happened to give way to the air channel to London, allowing the German fighter groups to pass unimpeded. Head to London.
When the German planes arrived on the other side of the Thames River, the British anti-aircraft positions deployed on both sides of the river opened fire. As the enemy planes penetrated deeper, the anti-aircraft firepower gradually intensified. However, because the planes flew too high, the white smoke when the anti-aircraft shells exploded was lost to the attackers. It seems that it is not so much a threat as a welcome to them. The German aircraft are like an orderly and orderly military parade, rumbling as they continue to advance towards London.
Soon, the outline of London appeared in the eyes of German bombers, and the pilots shouted happily:
"London, here we come, the brandy-drinking farmer, here we come."
"Oh ho... The British were fooled. All their fighter jets flew out. The sky over London is clear and we can drop bombs as we please."
"No...look, there is a fighter jet between London and the Thames, blocking our way..."
"Damn it...there is indeed a fighter jet...Is this idiot crazy? Hahaha..."
"Hahaha, there is indeed only one fighter here. This guy really overestimates his capabilities. Doesn't he want to live? Let's fly over and crush him."
"We rushed over and tore him into pieces..."
"Ha...he actually flew towards us!"
