evening.

The sky in London is red like fire, and the sun will disappear from the horizon in half an hour at most.

These days, people in London seem to have temporarily emerged from the shadow of the bombing on August 24, and life has to continue anyway.

Starting from the night when it was bombed on August 24, rumors have been heard among the people that the Luftwaffe had missed London. The pilots of the two bombers and the commanders of the air force were all dismissed from the Air Force Marshal Gorene and sent to the infantry company to serve as the frontier and charge into the battlefield.

So there are many people in London who believe that the Germans will not visit again.

There are people coming and going on the streets, the entrance of the cinema is still very lively, the cafe is fragrant, and the bars and various entertainment venues are crowded.

suddenly.

A 7 or 8-year-old blond boy jumped and cheered as an ultra-low slow-flying Spitfire fighter appeared over the Thames River.

The children's cheers immediately attracted the attention of people around them and they stopped to watch.

Someone said: "This Spitfire is so strange. It actually circles over the Thames. What does he want to express?"

Another person next to him said, "Are you carrying out any task?"

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately aroused the alertness of many people.

A young man shouted, "Oh... I see clearly. The serial number of this fighter is 214. I can often see it in newspapers. The pilot is the number one trump card of the allies from China."

"The first ace? Why is he the only one of the planes appearing here and circling?"

"Yes, it's very strange to see his flying posture. Look, he lifted the cabin cover and made gestures... His gesture seemed to want us to leave?"

"It seems...he's like he's asking us to leave...why is that?"

"Ah... something is wrong... The A214 fire began to pull up all its strength into the air... Flying higher and higher, as if it was very anxious..."

"Huh...! Look, in the sky far across the Thames, there seem to be many black spots as big as matchboxes, and they are getting bigger and bigger. What is that?"

"Yes! What are these black spots? The A214 Spitfire must have seen these black spots, so it quickly pulled up into the air. Could it be that these black spots that suddenly appeared on the other side of the Thames were planes?"

"Hell... those black spots are planes... Who knows whose plane it is?"

"A214 fired towards the black spots that appeared... Damn it, it was the German bomber..."

"It's a German plane...Run..."

Several people screamed loudly, filled with fear, which immediately caused a group of people to scream and flee.

Once a crowd suddenly fled in horror on the street, this panic would immediately spread like a plague. In a blink of an eye, people were running around everywhere on the street. Some people didn't know what was going on, but the panic screams and screams on the whole street made them know that it might be a disaster and they looked for the nearest air-raid shelter to hide.

An old man with his head down and some ears sat in the cafe, not knowing what was happening on the street. After a while, he reached out to hold the coffee cup, and then looked up and saw a group of black German fighter bombers flying from across the Thames River. Immediately afterwards, there were huge propellers and engines above his head. "Bang", the coffee cup fell and broke from his hand. He was so scared that he forgot to escape and said tremblingly: "God... why is there only one fighter going to fight... Oh God..."

General Dowdin didn't know that the moment of changing his destiny had arrived.

A combat staff member came over: "General! The German fleet this time is different from usual. They seem to have not dispersed and flew in one direction."

The adjutant asked hesitantly: "Today, the Germans are very abnormal. How about letting the fighter return to London?"

Admiral Hugh Dowtin frowned and paced back and forth in the room. The abnormality of the German crew made him more and more uneasy. This was a difficult time to make a decision.

More than ten seconds later, Dowding shook his head: "No! This is still a trick used by the Germans. The fighter troops continued to carry out their mission of defending airports and radar stations as usual."

It was Dowding's hesitation for more than ten seconds that changed the fate of London and his own.

at this time.

About 400 bombers of various types have flew over the English Channel and reached the sky above the UK under the escort of more than 700 Bf     109 and Bf                                                                                                   �

The first batch of 380 fighter bombers, led by Lieutenant Colonel Werner Moldes, entered the British mainland and headed straight to both sides of the Thames River. They separated along the river. Several planes dropped bombs onto the black-print oil tanks of the Thames River. The huge explosion made the river water roll.

Another batch of about 460 aircraft flew towards London under Major Helmut Vick. These bombers flew much higher than usual and reached an altitude of nearly 6,000 meters. Around these bombers, a fleet of Bf                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

The remaining fighter-bombers were led by Lieutenant Colonel Adolf Garland, and were then brought as the second bombing echelon.

Before dusk, the sky in London seemed particularly quiet. When the German fleet that covered the sky and sun arrived at the town of Thames, no Royal Air Force fighter aircraft was found to be launched to intercept it.

It turned out that at this time, the British fighter jet unit estimated that the targets of the German bombing would be the Royal Air Force's fighter base and radar base. They all took off to defend these targets, and just gave up the air passage to London, allowing the German fighter jet group to travel to London without any obstacles.

When German aircraft arrived across the Thames, British air defense positions deployed on both sides of the river opened fire. As the enemy aircraft penetrated deep into the air defense, the fire gradually increased. However, because the plane flew too high, the white smoke from anti-aircraft artillery shells exploded, in the eyes of the attackers, it was not so much a threat, but rather a welcome to them. German aircraft continued to advance towards London like an orderly parade team.

Soon, the outline of the city of London appeared in the eyes of German bombers, and the pilots shouted happily:

"Long Kong, we are here, the farmer who only knows how to drink brandy, we are here."

"Oh yell... The British were fooled, their fighters were all flying to the ground, the entire sky above London was unobstructed, and we could drop bombs as much as we want."

"No...you see, there is a fighter between London and the Thames, blocking our way..."

"Hell... It turns out that a fighter... is this idiot crazy hahaha..."

"Hahaha, there is indeed only one fighter here. This guy is really overestimating his ability. Does he want to live anymore? Let's fly over and crush him."

"We rushed over and tore him to pieces..."
Chapter completed!