When the flight briefing ended, Müller happened to be outside the venue.

It didn't take much effort for him to find Eric.

"How, where is the goal? A port on the French coast? ”

"No, Bremen, in northern Germany." Eric's words froze Mueller's expression.

"Are you kidding?"

"No, sir, we're going to bomb Bremen, and the second alternate target is Rotterdam in the Netherlands."

"Damn," Müller gritted his teeth, "didn't anyone remind the colonel that we were going to encounter hordes of Luftwaffe on our way to Bremen?" ”

"Of course I was reminded, but the colonel said it was the decision of the superiors, you know, the decisions of the superiors." Eric sighed and looked around, "I think it might be necessary to bomb the German mainland for propaganda and morale." The colonel also said that this was an unprecedented operation, and that all B17s currently flying in the UK would take part in the operation, and the total fleet would reach two hundred. The colonel also said that the people above thought that as long as they flew in a dense formation, they could stop the German attack. ”

"That's." Muller crossed his hands on his hips and his expression was stern, "It's okay for the French, the Germans are not afraid of our firepower network, and if there is no fighter escort, we will definitely suffer heavy losses." ”

Eric looked at Mueller and didn't speak for a long time, his attitude seemed to ask "what can we do even then".

Mueller sighed and waved to his men, and the nine of them walked together toward the jeep parked not far from the door to the briefing room.

After all nine people sat in the jeep at once, Müller started the engine.

Behind them, one jeep after another followed, each carrying a crew of ten people - the supplies to Britain were still very limited, the number of jeeps at the base was very small, only the crew could sit on it, and the ground crew had to ride or walk from the dormitory to the hangar.

Mueller staggered to his landline in a jeep, and the sergeant major in charge of ground staff was already waiting there with the ground crew.

"The replacement of the wings has been completed," the sergeant major said as he handed over the aircraft maintenance list, and Muller, who was the captain, would go over the items on the list with him one by one, "The bullet holes in the fuselage have also been repaired, and the tail can't be replaced for you for a while, so the tail of the Lake Knight is removed and used by you, anyway, half of the dead crew of the Lake Knight will not be able to fly until the new unlucky ones are replenished." ”

The U.S. Army Air Corps in Britain now has no such thing as replenishing troops, because at this time the capacity of the Atlantic supply line is still very short, and the British insist that the United States give priority to providing scarce supplies, and they are quite unhappy to even piggyback on a few more pilots. Therefore, the US Army Air Corps can only combine the crews damaged in the battle to fill the gap. But now there are too many crews damaged in battle, and they can't be combined.

Muller and the sergeant major checked the aircraft against the list, and continued while inspecting the sergeant major: "I see that in this attack, there are only five experienced crews, of which the Windy City only has experience in bombing once, and the other three are two, you are the most experienced, but you have to come back alive." ”

"Do you know where we're going to bomb?"

"I don't know, where? The hinterland of the Netherlands? ”

"No, we're going to blow up Bremen."

The sergeant major stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look at Mueller's face: "Are you kidding? ”

"I swear I didn't." Muller shrugged, "The second alternate target is Rotterdam. ”

"It's definitely better to bomb Rotterdam, you are probably the pilot aircraft, find a reason to lead the fleet to Rotterdam, there are a lot of rookies who bombed for the first time, I'm afraid the B17 companies that took off from other bases are the same, it is too difficult for them to bomb Germany." The sergeant major paused, lowered his voice and said, "I can do something with your navigators, and the people in the court-martials can't see the flaws." ”

"But the other planes would radio us and tell us that we were going wrong." Mueller shook his head, "Don't do that, I don't want to be shot court-martialed for something like this." ”

The sergeant chief sighed and gave Mueller a "good luck" look. Mueller, on the other hand, ticked the last box on the list and returned it to the sergeant major along with the pen.

"Alright, the plane is inspected, I'm going to board."

With that, Mueller waved his hand to the sergeant major, and boarded the plane through the door on the side of the plane.

At this time, the trolley carrying the bomb was heading towards the tarmac -- there was a set of management procedures for the bomb to be released from the warehouse, and it was usually delivered at the last moment before takeoff.

Along with the bombs were gendarmes with MP armbands.

After the car stopped, the gendarmes jumped out of the car with something wrapped in cloth, came to the entrance and exit under the nose of the B17, and knocked the cabin door.

"Bombardier, come and pick it up. No, no, you can't, you have to have a bombardier to pick it up, that's the rule. ”

Mueller listened to the gendarmes in the cab, praying to Steven that something would not go wrong and break the highly classified new sight, which was no joke, and then the Judge Advocate General's Commission intervened to investigate and found that Steven had been drinking outside all night, and both Mueller and Eric, who had covered up the matter, had to be unlucky.

Steven's voice rang out, sounding normal, and Mueller was a little relieved.

Moments later, the gendarmes drove the little jeep to the next plane, and Müller let out a long sigh of relief.

At this time, the voice of the navigator Sean appeared in the in-flight communication: "Is that sight really worth all the fuss?" It has to be dismantled at the end of each mission, and the MP will be sent over the second mission, which is really a big fuss. The Germans shot down so many B17s, probably they would have captured such sights long ago. ”

As soon as Sean's words were finished, Harry Jr. took over: "If you want me to say, the Germans have more advanced sights, and I heard from nearby British residents that the Germans have even made bombs that can turn!" I can run after people! ”

"Come on, that's impossible, how can the bomb turn around, and someone is not operating on it."

"Really, the Germans radioed that bomb."

"Remote control, you say?" Steven is a graduate of the University of Pennsylvania, and even if he has a hangover, he can accurately say the trendy high-tech terms.

"What kind of remote-controlled bomb did the Germans use, the British killed the King George V, the British said so."

"I've heard that the Germans used a new torpedo to kill King George V."

"No," Eric joined the conversation, "I don't think so, the Germans are really useless, it's just that the British can't accept the fact that the Royal Navy has been defeated, so they came up with these claims." ”

"Alright, don't talk about it, we're ready to go." Mueller interrupted the small talk, "Do the final checks before takeoff." ”