Chapter 530: Bombing Coventry

The aftermath of the Battle of Taranto soon emerged. Logistics supplies were repeatedly cut off by the British navy cruising the Mediterranean, and the front line was full of information about defeats, and the morale of the Italian people on Chinese New Year's Eve was sluggish. In front of the morale of the British army, a quick rout.

"Please let me keep attacking! The Italian army is weak, and we can take advantage of this to launch an all-out attack on Mussolini's North African empire and drive them out of Africa! ," O'Connor asked Wavell Avenue. He saw the cowardice of the Italian army, but it was clear that this was not the case with the calculations above.

"After ensuring peace in the eastern part of Egypt, I should first think about going to Greece's aid!" ,”

Churchill suggested.

As long as the Suez Canal is in the hands of the British, the British are in no hurry. Churchill understood that Greece meant more Chinese New Year's Eve, not only to contain Italy's Chinese New Year's Eve, but also to influence the Germans. Although the Germans had more huge ships, their fuel consumption was increasing Chinese New Year's Eve, and if they had not obtained oil reserves in France and other places, I am afraid that Romanian oil would not be able to meet their needs.

Without fuel, the half-war machine would not work at all. The British were limited in numbers, Churchill wanted to shift the focus of the offensive to the Balkans, and the Italian Chinese New Year's Eve army in East Africa needed to be cleaned up.

The British moved part of their troops to East Africa and also sent reinforcements to Greece, but they also agreed to O'Connor's request, promising him to lead part of the army to continue the offensive. The army he led was mainly an experienced Indian army composed of the Chinese New Year's Eve army and the Sikhs. The British didn't really care too much about this attack at first, and they didn't have a surplus of troops to send at this time.

In addition to the hundreds of thousands of British troops in the German prisoner of war camps, the British had to defend their homeland and take care of the colonies in various places, and their military strength was already stretched, so they could only fight with the armies of overseas territories and colonies. But their level of bravery was in no way weaker than that of the regular army of the British. O'Connor led them all the way into Libya, assaulting along the coastline and forcibly capturing the fortress of Bairdier, which was held by 45,000 Italian troops, with the support of the British Royal Navy and Air Force. The defenders of Chinese New Year's Eve raised their hands and surrendered.

The British have won successive victories in the deserts of North Africa and in the Mediterranean, and the balance of victory around the Mediterranean is already tilting in his favor. But in the British Isles, the cloud of defeat is growing.

The Germans flew more and more of these bombers, and they stayed longer and longer in the skies over England. The ports, factories, and power plants of the British Isles were bombed repeatedly, while the British air force was getting smaller and smaller.

"It's a pity that I can't defend the skies of the empire without more planes! "The commander of the British Fighter Command, Hugh Dole, hinted helplessly to the commander of the Air Defense Command, Edward Bill.

"But damn the Germans' bombers are always circling over the aircraft factory. We can't produce with peace of mind! Beaverbrook, the minister in charge of the production of aircraft manufacturing, also said in a nutshell. Part of the British's Chinese New Year's Eve aircraft production line was bombed, and at this time, the monthly production could only maintain the scale of about 150 aircraft, which had been paid countless prices.

At this time, the British had less than 1,500 Chinese New Year's Eve caliber anti-aircraft guns left, but a third of them were still installed near the few remaining aircraft factories. Military controls were set up near the aircraft factory to prevent German agents from sabotaging again.

"I'll figure it out! ," said Edward Bill just lightly. But he is also a mess in his heart, and he doesn't have a very good style. Originally, the umbrella company could buy 200 planes a month, but recently it has been attacked by the Germans, so that there are fewer and fewer planes rushing to the British mainland to support. He didn't know that this was Meng Xiang playing behind his back, but he just felt that everything was terrible.

The problem with the plane is not too critical, and the matter of the pilot is the most troublesome. Previously, the British had various training schools on their home soil, and 200 new pilots could be added to the army a month. But the losses are just as staggering. After the brutal October air battle, since the beginning of the war, more than 500 pilots have been killed and more than 600 pilots have been seriously injured and unable to fly into the blue sky, and there are less than 1,000 pilots in service at this time. Some of these veterans are under the age of twenty.

There were few planes, fewer personnel, and even anti-aircraft artillery was getting fewer and fewer as factories were bombed, making it difficult for Edward Bill to cook without rice. At this time, the Germans had more and more planes, and the number of planes that had joined the Battle of Britain on Chinese New Year's Eve had reached more than 4,000 When Meng Xiang found that the German pilots Pesi began to be unable to keep up with the rhythm, plus the Germans were already preparing to attack the Soviet Russian well. Therefore, the support for the British was consciously reduced, which in turn increased the support for the Germans on Chinese New Year's Eve. Because many advanced aircraft were put into service ahead of schedule, the loss of the German air crew was only about 3,000 people, which was less than half of the historical losses. On the other hand, the Germans had more new pilots.

By November, the Germans had lost more than 1,500 planes over Britain, and the British had lost more than 1,200 planes. Among them, the British lost more fighters than the Germans.

The dispatch of air forces to other places in North Africa and other places also made it even more difficult for the British, who were already somewhat stretched thin.

"Doyle, those 280 reserve planes are not enough to come up with a part. I'm only going to draw a hundred, knowing that we'll just have to get through the month, and the winter weather will help us. ,, After the meeting ended, Edward Bill couldn't help but discuss with Bill.

As the weather deteriorated, the air battle at this time was unfortunate for both sides. Perhaps after November, the two sides may enter a period of stable truce.

"No, as long as the Germans do not present themselves in the Strait, none of these planes will be able to move!" ," said the monk directly. He had been preparing these planes for a long time, and even when Churchill asked him to send more planes to France, he refused. This veteran of the First World War of Pilots knew the importance of reserves, and that it was possible to land in winter.

Although it was heard that the Germans had temporarily shelved the Sea Lion Project due to changes in climate and sea conditions, anything on the battlefield could produce a Chinese New Year's Eve, so he still insisted on the existence of reserve forces. But his ruthlessness with such foresight was condemned by the hard-fought soldiers on the front line and complained by the soldiers on standby in the rear.

This also made him blame a lot of people. Even Edward Bill had rumors that someone was going to remove him from power.

Edward had no choice but to turn to the top.

"Americans promise to provide us with planes on Chinese New Year's Eve and more volunteers to fight against abuse." Churchill's news quickly soothed him.

But then he heard news that shocked him even more.

"What? They're going to bomb Coventry, and we're going to do nothing? Edward Bill didn't know what it was like at this time. The old industrial city of Coventry was an important aviation production base in the UK at this time. The Germans wanted to further attack the British aviation industry and plan to practice the tactics of large-scale bombing at night and Chinese New Year's Eve.

However, the British had already deciphered one of the top secrets of the German army, the Enigma cipher machine, and through the code breaking, they had a definite grasp of the German army's air attack plan in advance. But after careful consideration, the British top brass decided to treat nothing as if nothing had happened, so that the Germans would not be aware that their superior secrets had been discovered by the British.

"I understand that it can only be a pity!" Although Edward Bill still couldn't accept it in his heart, he also understood the meaning of doing so, and as a soldier, he could only choose to obey.

When the Germans' belated "Moonlight Sonata" action was played in the night sky of Coventry on the 15th, the civilians of Coventry were not given the slightest warning. No one came to evacuate them in advance, and the Air Command did not add an anti-aircraft gun. That night, the Germans dispatched two squadrons of Heinkel-111 bombers from the 100th Chinese New Year's Eve and 100 Ju-88 bombers to bomb Coventry King.

"The wax paste has been lit, and the target guidance has been confirmed!" Klinsmann, who was in charge of navigating the bomber formation in front of him, looked down again as he spoke. At this time, the center of Phong Vindig was already in flames, and the formation relied on the "X-wax" radio navigation equipment to guide the target to drop bombs, and the bombing was very accurate.

The Chinese New Year's Eve fire rose into the sky, burning through the night sky, and also marked the target location for the subsequent Chinese New Year's Eve group of Germans behind. In the firelight, the man-made machines of the Long Gang swept over the demonic eggs that threw down the Chinese New Year's Eve film, taking the lives of civilians abandoned by the higher-ups.

The nearby British troops took off 110 night fighters to intercept them, and the surrounding anti-aircraft artillery troops fired more than 10,000 shells, but only shot down one German bomber. And the Germans dispatched or one plane returned triumphantly after dropping nearly 500 tons of bombs and nearly 100 tons of incendiary bombs, as well as fierce time-delay bombs to block the rescue of the British.

In the burning light of the night, there was weeping everywhere.

This operation, which was later called the prototype of modern strategic bombing, directly caused Coventry to nearly 6

10,000 buildings were blown up, 731 people were killed and more than 1,000 seriously injured. At the same time, the local aircraft parts factory, which is still maintaining production, was severely damaged, and the municipal facilities were paralyzed for two months.

"The British are also black!" When Meng Xiang heard the news, he immediately remembered the bombing. Although he didn't have much memory of time, he knew the illusion of the British behind it Chinese New Year's Eve.

"There is no actual evidence, and few people believe this trick. Even if the Germans were told that their top secret was deciphered by the British, they would not have believed it. Meng Xiang also felt a little helpless, the Germans were too confident in the existence of that precision machine as an invincible existence.

"You can only collect evidence first! What would happen to civilians in Britain if they heard the news, though? In fact, not everyone is willing to sacrifice so needlessly. Meng Xiang remembered the bitter plan he directed on the bank of the Yellow River before, and he had been uneasy for a long time.

"What would I do if something like this happened?" When this thought flashed in Meng Xiang's mind, he found that he had no answer to the mystery for a long time, and finally could only sigh: "War is always so brutal that people are helpless!" ”

In the eight years of the previous life, there were many such sacrifices, and many such helplessness have disappeared in this time and space. Meng Xiang just wanted to give more helplessness to his enemies at this time.

"Base 22 should be in place, right?" He looked far to the north.

Although the British Isles were still under the care of the warm currents of the Western Ocean on Chinese New Year's Eve at this time, the ancient plateau of Meng in the north was already dominated by the wind and snow accompanied by the Siberian cold current.

"Damn it!" With difficulty, Ghbal pulled his right foot out of knee-deep snow and cursed. As a soldier of the Outer Gate G Frontier Army, he was still driven out by the Soviet Russian instructors in the house to inspect the border defense in this weather. Although it was less than a mile away from the outpost, the Chinese New Year's Eve snow obscured the shadow of the outpost's wooden house, and the whole world was only white.

"What is this?" Gebal propped up the Type 1891 rifle supported by the Russians behind him on the ground, pulled out his left foot again with difficulty, and stepped on a hard mark when he landed, "How does it look like a tank track?" "He'd had a tank, and he'd been curious about the marks left by such heavy tools. At this point, this trace is somewhat similar.

The traces have been destroyed by others, but more often than not, they are covered by Chinese New Year's Eve snow.

But it is not difficult for Gebal, who was a hunter, to find such traces. He tried to sweep a section and estimated it, only to find that the mark was wide, a meter wide. And side by side, he found four lanes.

"This is certainly not a tank!" Gebal affirmed that there would not be such a Chinese New Year's Eve tank in the world.

"So what is it?" Gebal couldn't figure out what he wanted to do, so he could only go back and tell it.

"Tell the instructor, I," his voice was interrupted by a reckless voice, "get out, you slacker." A patrol is a patrol, no excuses! Fucking yellow-skinned monkeys! ”

In a wooden house with a slight temperature above freezing, a slacker Soviet Russian corporal held a bottle of Huoyun Soju and stared at him with red eyes, and after a wine burp, he pointed out the door and shouted again: "Get out!" ”

"Bastard!" After Gerbal turned around and walked out of the outpost, he cursed in a low voice, and he didn't even mention what he had just discovered.

Neither he nor the Russian corporal realized what they had found and what they had missed. History always has so many misses