The automatic device starts to operate, and after complex mechanical movements, it converts irregular radio signals into characters. Although it is impossible to decipher all the telegrams, it can only decipher part of them, which is a considerable progress.

Who would have thought that the Deutsche Telegraph expert was a music lover? Who would have thought that they would use the melody of music as a way to encrypt it?

Moreover, the encryption is still the frequency, which is too unexpected.

At the same time, in order to speed up the deciphering work, as long as the rules are found, they are always used to designing the machine to run automatically and solve. Now, the deciphered information is once again placed in front of Donovan.

Donovan looked at the information he had obtained and smiled on his face. After unremitting efforts, he finally found the information he needed!

This is a telegram sent to the aviation troops stationed near Moscow, asking them to take off the fighter planes at 3:00 tomorrow afternoon and start escorting at 300 kilometers west of Moscow.

Then, based on the opponent's speed, it is easy to infer the arrival time of the ambush position in Belarus, and based on the previous intercepted telegrams, it is easy to infer the exact route.

"Go to see the President immediately, I want to report myself," Donovan said.

Time flies very quickly.

The daytime in the Arctic Circle is particularly long, and even if the sun sets, it will rise soon.

In order to keep the fighter planes running at any time, they are stored in the hangar. Captain Llanfil sat in the hangar, looking at his landline.

Large secondary fuel tanks are mounted on the wings and under the belly of the aircraft. The total oil carrying capacity of this fighter is almost nearly two tons, which greatly increases its range.

Of course, it is destined to be extremely heavy in the first half of the flight. When the external fuel tank is exhausted and only the fuel inside the aircraft is left, it will be extremely light.

At that time, it was also the time to perform tasks.

Everyone guessed something. For them, life is only once. Let their lives bloom with more brilliant colors. In this life, there will be no regrets.

They were ready. No matter how many German escort fighters there were, they had to move forward. Even if they were hit, they would knock down Cialick's landline!

"Note that all the pilots of Squadron 339 come to the flight room." Major Michael's voice came from the radio speaker in the hangar.

Suddenly, Captain Little Lanfier showed excitement on his face. So fast? Great!

He ran quickly towards the flight room, and when he entered, he saw other people who were equally excited.

"The mission has been issued, the original established route will be set out in fifteen minutes." Major Michael said very little: "Captain Thomas Little Lanfire, Lieutenant Lex Barber, Lieutenant Jim McLannerhan and Lieutenant Joseph More, these four aircraft are the killer phones in our training mission."

"Yes!" the four of them stood up and answered loudly.

To perform a complex task, you must cooperate with each other. Killing your phone is of course to kill the other party’s target. Other planes are used for cover. Otherwise, you may have to worry about your plane hitting them.

The selected people had the most exquisite flight skills. They were full of sacredness and held their fists hard. Although the squadron leader was still denying the real mission goal, everyone knew it well.

Putting on a full set of flying gear, Lieutenant Jim McLannahan ran into the hangar: "Start the engine for me."

The bubble-like canopy cover was still open above the head, and the ground crew skillfully helped to connect the power car on the ground. With the rumbling sound, the 2,000-horsepower engine in front of them emitted a stream of black smoke.

The hangar door was opened, and the cold wind immediately poured in, closing the canopy overhead. Second Lieutenant Mike Lannahan operated his plane, slowly slid out of the hangar, and glided towards the direction of the runway. Since it was full, they needed to take off from the end of the runway.

"Bang." Suddenly, a voice sounded from under your feet. With the sound, Lieutenant Mike Lannahan felt his plane and immediately turned to one side and slid towards the wasteland next to him.

So he could only turn off the accelerator lever and step on the brakes.

Opening the canopy, Second Lieutenant Mike Lannahan stepped on the wings, jumped off the plane, and looked at his wheel, the one on the right was already deflated, and he felt speechless.

Damn it, how can I lose the link at the critical moment!

As a fighter, there will be low-level problems such as tire blowouts!

He turned his head back and looked at the trajectory of the plane sliding over. On the road behind, a stone stood out with a pointed top.

It was cut by a stone, it was unlucky!

So he could only stand on the plane and watch other Mustang fighters on the runway take off one after another.

The first one to take off was Major Michael's plane, who was easily and skillfully skating, pulling up, and the engine roaring, and climbing with the entire fighter.

Those who take off first must take on the task of navigation, and at the same time, the fuel consumption will be more. As the squadron leader, this responsibility is unavoidable.

Major Michael learned on the radio that as soon as he took off, a plane malfunctioned and left, and was speechless. Just as he was thinking about who would replace Lieutenant Mike Lannahan, another sound came from the radio.

"Bison, bison, little bee sub-fuel tank fails, little bee sub-fuel tank fails."

Lieutenant Joseph More, the radio code bee, was also speechless at this time. He was obviously fine in the inspection before takeoff, but after starting, he felt abnormal. When he flew up, he found that his sub-fuel tank could not supply fuel.

The oil pipe must be blocked! The fuel pump is newly replaced, so there will be no problem.

If there is no secondary fuel tank, he will not be able to fly so far and he will not be able to participate in this mission.

It seems that being named by Major Michael as a killer is not good, so whoever is wrong!

Lieutenant Moore hovered over the airport, waiting for the other planes to take off, and then vacated the runway and landed on his own. He became brothers and brothers with Lieutenant Jim McLannarhan, and could only wait for good news on the front line on the ground.

Two of the 20 fighter planes failed when they set off, with only 18 left. Faced with this situation, Major Michael had been mentally prepared. He called in the radio and appointed Lieutenant Besby Hermes and Raymond Hahn to join the "killer phone".

At the same time, Major Michael suppressed his inner excitement and shouted: "Our mission this time is to shoot down Air Force One!"
Chapter completed!