Ⅱ

Eight o'clock in the morning, the day after the successful British raid.

North of Scotland, Sharpside Isle, British Scapa Naval Base.

"Abner! We have to go!" Abraham knocked on the bathroom door.

"God!" The bathroom door was opened from the inside, and Abner held a towel and complained while wiping his mouth, "We still need to fly a mission in such a cold day, can we not go?"

"What do you think?" Abraham gave his old partner a blank look.

"Alas..." Abner sighed, hung the towel in his hand on the towel rack in the bathroom behind him, walked to his bed, picked up his flight jacket and put it on, reluctantly followed Abraham out A warm dormitory.

"Really, why did the higher-ups ask us to go on missions in this kind of weather..." Abner was still chattering, "Anyway, the Germans won't and can't come here..."

"Okay." Abraham patted his partner on the shoulder helplessly. "It's pretty easy for us to do one mission a day. The guy on the English Channel has to fly three times a day..."

"Fly three times..." Abner snorted a few times, "It won't be long before they fly three times. Didn't the Prime Minister say that Mr. Prime Minister is strengthening the deployment of security radar network along the English Channel? When the deployment is completed, they will not Relaxed?"

"That's true too." Abraham nodded, walked to a jeep that was already waiting in front of the pilot's dormitory, opened the co-pilot's door and got on it.

"You are finally here." The driver said to the two with a smile while seeing Abner sitting in the back seat, starting the car and driving towards the hangar.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting." Abraham smiled heartily, then gave Abner a doting look at the back row, "Abner is too slow, haha."

"Alright, you." Abner glared at Abraham.

"What were you guys discussing just now? So serious?"

"We are discussing when the Prime Minister will think of our place." Abner folded his arms and said dissatisfiedly, "There are almost piles of radars on the English Channel, and we only have two or three here, and they are all old models. It all depends on their mood, so we pilots have to go to the sky in this kind of damn weather."

"Haha." The driver laughed twice when he heard the words, "It is enough for us to have a local fleet here."

As he spoke, he pointed to the battleships "Nelson" and "Rodney" moored not far away, and then continued, "Why did the Germans come here? Haha."

"Yes." Abraham looked at the local fleet moored quietly in the harbor, "The English Channel is different. I heard that a medium-range bomber team from the Germans bombed Calais, France under the cover of their ME109 two days ago. An arsenal in the U.S.—how close is it to our homeland? Is it 40 kilometers away?—this is not good news."

After Abraham finished speaking the news, the car fell silent.

Although officials have been covering up the defeat of the Allied forces in Belgium, everyone-including the nursing children-know that the war is not far from the French mainland, and "Will Britain be attacked by then?" A question everyone is asking.

For professional soldiers like Abraham, the answer to this question is obvious.

"Gentlemen, we're here." The driver skillfully drove the jeep to a stop outside the hangar.

"Thank you, buddy." Abraham and Abner opened the car doors respectively, jumped out of the car and thanked them with a smile, then walked towards the hangar.

A technician who was holding the refueling pipe to refuel an aircraft saw two people coming in, stood up and greeted them with a smile, "Hi! Brother, good morning!"

"Good morning! Alger!" Abraham patted the technician's shoulder affectionately.

"Morning!" Abner waved his hand, then patted the plane, "How are you, buddy?"

"It's very good." Alger leaned on the plane, "I just ate two bottles of engine oil, and now I'm full of aviation kerosene. I think it must be howling and wanting to go to heaven!"

"We'll be in the sky soon." Abraham walked to the plane and said as he climbed into the plane along the ladder.

Abner tightened his jacket and climbed in.

Alger and the ground staff rushed forward to remove the raisins, fuel pipes and other things away from the plane.

"Boom...boom!" After confirming that everything had been removed, Abraham started the plane's engine.

"Goodbye! I'm waiting for your return!" Alger and others waved their hands.

Abraham didn't speak any more, just waved his hand, then closed the cockpit cover and steered the plane to taxi towards the runway.

"Tower, RF-133 has requested to take off." Abraham turned on the onboard radio, and said to the tower through the microphone on the headset.

A few seconds later, a reply came from the control tower.

"It has been confirmed. Aircraft RF133, the eastern routine early warning, the takeoff request has been approved. I wish you all the best."

After the take-off request was passed, Abraham pushed the throttle handle to the front with his left hand, the throttle valve was opened to the maximum, and the fuel intake of the engine also increased sharply.

The Bristol Perseus XII 900-horsepower radial engine equipped with the aircraft began to roar, and the violent propeller wind drove the aircraft to gradually accelerate.

After reaching the take-off speed, Abraham slowly pulled the joystick backwards, and the "Blackburn Roc" fighter jet, which was refitted from the aircraft carrier Ark Royal and converted into a reconnaissance aircraft, soared into the sky again .

After afterburner climbed to an altitude of 3,000 meters, Abraham lowered the accelerator to the cruise gear, leveled off the plane and flew eastward.

"The weather is really not very good today. Can you see the sea clearly at this height?" Abraham asked Abner in the back seat.

Abner heard the words and glanced down. Looking down from his position, he happened to be able to see the entire local fleet moored neatly in the port.

"The view is good, I can see the sea clearly!" Abner replied.

"Very good." Abraham said, "We will almost be able to return to the flight in two hours."

"Yeah." Abner nodded, then leaned on the back of the chair to find a comfortable angle, "I'll squint for a while, and call me when I get out of the security circle of the base."

After speaking, Abner closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Abner was startled awake by Abraham's shouts.

"Hey! Hey! Abner!" Abraham shouted loudly, "Wake up!"

"Hmm." Abner rubbed his eyes, "What's wrong? Are you out of the security circle?"

"We've already left." Abraham said, "I didn't call you because I was afraid you didn't sleep well last night."

"Hmm..." Abner shook his head, completely breaking out of the haze, "Then what do you want me to do now?"

"I seemed to see something in front of me just now." Abraham said nervously, "Pay attention to the clouds in the direction of 105."

"Don't scare me, you." Abner felt that Abraham was joking with himself. He said with a smile while picking up his binoculars and looking in the direction Abraham said.

"Your trick is too low. What else is there besides clouds?" Abner laughed loudly.

"No?" Abraham asked doubtfully.

"No..." Abner still laughed.

Suddenly, he saw something flashing past at the beginning of the clouds.

"Wait..." Abner put away his smile, held the binoculars with both hands, and looked in that direction intently.

It didn't take long before the thick cloud layer appeared a thin section again.

A thing flashed by again!

But this time, Abner, who was concentrating on it, saw clearly what it was.

An airplane with the Iron Cross logo on its wing!