The winner squatted in the class room, while the loser was in pain at this time.

British Egyptian Air Force Base.

A famous ground crew member looked forward to the dozens of large aircraft groups when he went on war?

Arthur Longmore, commander-in-chief of the RAF in the Middle East, stood on the runway. He looked at the sky in the distance and felt very depressed.

Originally, Langmore came here to cheer up the pilots who were winning the victory. He hoped to use his arrival to make them more energetic to invest in the next attack. In order to destroy Germany's oil base in Libya, they needed to dispatch four or five consecutive times.

But now, he saw nothing, the scheduled time had passed long ago, and there were still no people.

"Our radio system has been subjected to strong electromagnetic interference and cannot contact the bomber troops for the time being." On the side, the person in charge of the base said to Longmore.

Langmore became even more uneasy. According to internal news, he knew that when the Scapa Bay base was attacked, he was also subjected to strong electromagnetic interference. The other party's old tricks repeated, which means that the other party was prepared for it.

So can the fleet that took off hastily this time complete the mission?

When Langmore thought of this, the more he felt something was wrong: "Take off the fighter immediately and go and greet him."

Now, the British Royal Air Force fighter jets in Egypt cannot take off from the base here and come back to Libya. If they take off now, it will probably be a one-way flight.

We must immediately consider setting up a flight base in western Egypt, but now, even if we make a final emergency landing, we have to take off a few and go over and take a look.

Just after he issued the order, a sharp-eyed ground crew shouted loudly: "We're back, our plane is back!"

In the distance, wherever you see, a bomber was flying back staggeringly. When you are close, you can see clearly that it was a Blenheim twin-engine bomber!

At this time, the plane flew up and down and was not as embarrassed as usual, as if it was training, as if there was a ferocious monster chasing behind it.

"Idiot, put the landing gear!" Longmore shouted loudly: "Contact the pilot now!"

The pilot on this plane was so panicked. After seeing the runway, he got off directly. He was about to come into contact with the runway, but the landing gear had not been put down yet!

The radio called out immediately, but unfortunately, it was useless. In the eyes of everyone, the belly of the bomber touched the ground and countless dusts were raised. The friction between the aluminium alloy belly and the ground emitted sparks, mixed with the sound of metal being torn apart.

At this time, the pilot discovered the mistake, but unfortunately he could no longer pull it up.

The bomber drew hundreds of meters on the runway. A fire truck had already shined with a sirens and started moving up. Fortunately, the plane did not explode!

The pilot's whole body was soaked. He pushed open the hatch and walked down with the help of the ground crew.

"What's going on?" Longmore asked. At this time, he had seen the plane without any bullet marks and landed in such a mess. I wonder what happened?

The pilot's eyes were empty. He remembered his experience of escaping from death. The terrible plane was chasing behind him. He thought it was the last few seconds of his life, but the other party did not fire.

The other party flew over his plane arrogantly. The guy in the bubble cockpit raised his middle finger and flew away with incredible speed.

After walking around the gates of hell, I almost saw God. When I flew back, the pilot only felt his legs trembling and his arms could not control the operating rod. He flew up and staggered. It was a miracle that he could land just now.

Now, seeing the Air Force Commander, he subconsciously wanted to salute, but his arms couldn't even be raised.

"Let me tell me, what's going on? Where are the other planes?" Longmore asked, grabbing the other person's shoulder hard and shaking it.

Others? The terrible scene appeared in the pilot's eyes again. He couldn't help but shake his head: "I don't know, I only saw the squadron leader and other planes being shot down. Our bomber kept falling down, and I almost died there. I don't know if any other planes have come back."

In fact, some of them flew back, but these pilots were frightened. After scattering, some flew in the wrong direction and landed in the desert. One even ran to the sea and finally landed. Two more were on the voyage that was difficult to trek and finally returned.

Shot down? Ronmore couldn't believe his ears: "Libya, there is no air force, is it an Italian aircraft or a German?"

Whose? He couldn't recognize it at all without the emblem on the plane. He only knew that it was a terrible plane, and it was simply the death of the bomber!

"I don't know, I only saw an enemy fighter plane, and that plane was very scary."

"Where are the other squadrons?" asked the commander of the base on the side, where are there more than 40 "fighting" bombers from the 12th and 218th Bomber Squadrons? They wouldn't have been intercepted, right? If the other side had only one fighter, it would be impossible to destroy so many bombers on their own, right?

The pilot continued to shake his head, and the other squadrons? When he saw those small bombers, they got into the smoke, they never came out again. Thinking about it now, there was definitely something wrong with such a large area of ​​smoke!

After asking questions and shaking his head, Langmore was quite anxious and almost cursed. At this moment, an adjutant rushed over: "General, please return to the headquarters immediately. General Weiville has important things."

Return to the headquarters? What important thing? Longmore knew that it must be related to the failure of this bombing. He glanced at the pilot and said, "Let's go, your crew, go to the headquarters with me."

No matter how scared this unlucky guy is, he has to take him away and write this mission report before talking about it.

When Longmore returned to the headquarters, he welcomed Weiville's accountability: "Longmore, how did our bombers do it? Didn't we just fry the oil fields? Why did we blow up the oasis? Now it's a big trouble!"

How did our bomber do it? It didn't work much. It's almost the same if our bomber was fucked by someone!

Before Longmore answered, he heard Wavell continue: "The Vice President of Rockefeller Oil Company, was killed by the bomb we threw!"

Rockefeller, vice president? When he heard this, Longmore was stunned. How could this be possible? But if it is true, it would be a big trouble!

Britain needs to cooperate with the United States. Even if the British senior management and the American senior management have good relations, it will be a big trouble. After all, it is not the American senior management and the US president who really dominate the United States, but the monopoly capitalists in the United States!

Now, we have blown up a capitalist!
Chapter completed!