Mr. Bei is gone.

After the bearded man smashed his beloved pipe with his own hands.

The reason was that it was an unforgivable mistake that the failure to verify the information obtained from within the enemy led to an erroneous decision, which caused huge losses to the people and the country.

Of course.

To be able to sit in the current position, the bearded man is not a fool.

In this turbulent and crisis-ridden period, it was really inappropriate to rashly attack a high-ranking and powerful person, so Mr. Pei was only dismissed slightly, and then went to the rear to take charge of military production.

It's still a high authority.

It's just that the position is a little smaller, after all, the head of military production has no bad influence at all, and it is still a real fat gap in this war period.

But when Mr. Bei left, his face was pale, like mourning.

It's like going to the execution ground.

The rest of the people also bowed their heads.

The people who can attend this meeting here are all human spirits, and they know very well that Mr. Pei is nominally a small dismissal, but in fact, it is a fight to the end, and even a tragic ending.

Nowadays, the country has suffered many rounds of bombing, and many factories have been bombed by the enemy.

The defense of the homeland is so poor that no one ever thought that it would be bombed by the homeland, so the factories were basically unfortified, and the enemy's large bombers dared to bomb at an altitude of 1,500 meters, and in order to facilitate production, the factories transferred from the west were also very concentrated, forming an industrial zone.

As a result, the damage to the plant this time was very serious.

Only preliminary data show a third-year drop in tank production, a fifth in artillery production, a fifth in trucks, a third in airplanes, and an even more serious loss in ammunition production, only half of last month, while the bombing continues.

Of course, the losses are only temporary.

When the air defense weapons are deployed, the losses will be reduced, and the production capacity will be restored a lot.

But deployment takes time, and capacity recovery is slower.

If you want to return to the level before the bombing, at least half a year, this is still if everything goes well, and the battle on the front line is approaching, and the troops urgently need to be equipped with ammunition to replenish.

Demand immediate action.

What is even more troublesome is that the enemy is still bombing railways and bridges, and the already seriously insufficient weapons and equipment cannot be transported in time.

At this time, the military industry and military supplies are a mess, no one wants to go, whoever goes is unlucky, it is conceivable that Mr. Bei went to the head of the military industry, and what will happen to the final solution.

"What should we do?"

After Mr. Bei left in despair, the bearded man took out a new pipe and knocked on the table.

"Ask allies for help."

Someone spoke:

"Ask for help from the United States, ask for more machine tools, planes, tanks."

"Winter is coming, but we can't hope that the cold will make the Germans give up, and even if we don't rely on intelligence, we know very well that the Germans can attack at any time, and they are capable of attacking."

"Unlike in the Mosco period, they are now well supplied and prepared for the cold, and the cold may not be able to stop them."

"The enemy is very strong, very strong, we have pinned down about seventy percent of the enemy's troops, and it is naturally impossible for us to hold on to it alone."

"Of course, we also have to strengthen our own production capacity, strengthen the air defense capability of the factory, we can't always rely on others, we must be strong ourselves."

It was a general who spoke, obviously, this general was not a straw bag, and he was well versed in the way of speaking, and between the words, he not only retained his dignity, but also euphemistically expressed the urgency of asking for help.

"Hmm."

The bearded man took a puff of his pipe, thought for a moment, and agreed:

"Just do as you say."

Fang Yu decided, and the meeting immediately went smoothly, and everyone quickly formulated follow-up plans, including asking allies for help, as well as the transportation route of supplies, during which a group of people actively spoke and enthusiastically behaved, and the matter was quickly resolved.

Compared with the previous meeting, the efficiency is I don't know how many times.

As for the reason, everyone knows it.

Mr. Bei is gone, and he will never come back in the future, after all, someone needs to be responsible for such a big problem, and the vacancy he left has not yet been filled.

In that position, there are a large number of red-eyed people.

·····

"We should continue to bomb the Caucasus..."

"There are also railway junctions that bomb the enemy on the Eastern Front, and even the railway lines can continue to bomb, it doesn't matter if the accuracy is almost there, anyway, there are enough bombers, and there are enough bombs."

In Hamburg, Kesselring's Air Force Staff Office, several Air Force staff officers were discussing the follow-up bombing plan in an excited tone:

"In this way, the enemy's industrial facilities will continue to be heavily damaged, rail transportation will be disrupted, and the supplies obtained by the front-line troops will be greatly reduced, which will be beneficial for our subsequent offensive."

"There are also front-line material distribution centers that can also be bombed, they store a lot of supplies in the rear warehouses, and they can also carry out night bombing."

"The enemy's air defense at night is poor."

In fact, due to technological limitations, the night air defense capability in this era is generally very poor, and the night air defense capability of the vast eastern front, even the front-line warehouses, is very weak.

"And their positions, suspected tank parking lots, can also be bombed, even if they are bombed by mistake, it doesn't matter."

"Voyages in the Arctic Ocean can also be bombed, those transports."

A group of staff officers became more and more energetic, and their tone became more and more excited and excited.

At this moment, this group of people deeply felt that with cards in their hands, the feeling of fighting was different.

There is no need to buckle the rope, carefully calculate the cards in your hand, you don't need to think about ammunition, you don't need to think about the strength of troops, as long as you find a target, you can launch an air attack, and you don't even need to confirm whether the target information is accurate.

The offense is over.

Wrong is nothing more than wasting a little ammunition.

Kesselring, who was on the side, watched this scene and was also concerned.

But at this moment, a phone call interrupted everyone's imagination.

"The Führer's call."

The staff officer who answered the call looked up at Kesselring:

"Looking for you."

The smiling marshal's face changed suddenly.

He sensed that things were not good.

In general, a phone call from the Führer is not a good thing.

Answering the phone, the Führer's hysterical rant came from the microphone:

"Bomb the country immediately, immediately, immediately."

"Yes."

Here we go again, here we go again... The corners of his mouth twitched, and Kesselring sighed helplessly, but finally answered in the affirmative.

"Prepare to bomb the British Isles."

Putting down the phone, Kesselring reluctantly gave the order.

He tried to persuade him, but he also understood that it was pointless, it could only be a waste of time, and even threaten his current position, and if he was not careful, he would be transferred to the reserve like Guderian.

"This..."

In the staff room, everyone was the same as Kesselring, and the corners of their mouths twitched.

At this time, it is the time to expand the gains on the Eastern Front, as long as the bombing continues, the probability of victory on the Eastern Front will increase greatly, and it is too stupid to give up now, but in the end no one said it.

Everyone is used to it.

Everyone skillfully began to plan a new battle plan, which was a seamless transition.

Soon, a fresh battle plan came out, taking into account the huge air defense capabilities of the British mainland, as well as radar, the team would penetrate from ultra-high altitudes, and part of it would release chaff cover to attract enemy aircraft.

The rest of the main bombing force was to rapidly descend to an altitude of 7,000 meters, drop bombs, and then return home.

At this height, the accuracy is okay, and the risk is low.

······

The next day.

Continental Europe, somewhere in the airfield.

"Is this the bomber that bombed the Americans?"

A young man looked at the huge bomber in front of him, his eyes staring straight at the six huge propellers, and the whole person was stunned.

Dumbfounded, dumbfounded.

As a young man of the Bolan tribe who has a certain cultural knowledge and knows German and English, he has seen many airplanes in recent years, of course, mainly when he is flying around in the sky.

But this was the first time he had seen such a large plane.

"Shall we fly these planes?"

He couldn't help but look at the person beside him.

This is his recommender, and he is also a Bolan clan, and he is his cousin. People from countries like them who occupy the zone, who want to serve in the army, must have an introducer.

After all, the inauguration of the army is definitely a fat difference.

Even if the salary of foreign soldiers is relatively low, even if it is the most ordinary, it can feed a family, and you can save a little money to buy some cigarettes and alcohol.

Even if the mark is sufficient, you can buy cars, gasoline, tobacco and alcohol, medicines, clothes and other goods.

The higher the position, the better the class, and the better the treatment.

And the pilot is the best paid of all the arms, there is no one.

Of course, the difficulty is also the highest.

After the Germans released the recruitment information, more than 150 people from their county came out to join the army, and less than 50 people found a recommendation to successfully join the army through the review.

After 10 days of training and examination, only five people entered the flight unit.

As for the so-called helping the enemy and aiding the evil, it seemed to him to be scornful.

And what about helping the enemy?

It's just a change of personal rule.

As long as you can eat enough and live a good life, so what? What if life is better than before, the money in your pocket is worth more, and you have more money in your pocket, so what if you give your life to the enemy? Will it be your own person in the near future?

The unification of Europe is not very good.

"Yes."

His cousin smiled and said:

"You can get on the plane in an hour."

"Tomorrow?"

The newcomers were pleasantly surprised and terrified.

Surprisingly, once he started on the plane, he got enough Mark, but to his horror, he had flown and assembled and played with the glider himself, which was one of the reasons why he was accepted.

But he was playing with a glider.

"Don't worry."

His cousin comforted:

"Tomorrow it's just training, and I'll go too."

"Our recruits have a month of training."

"And this plane is very big, it is very stable inside, the mechanic in charge of your post only needs to master the maintenance of the aircraft, and the people who fly the plane are elite German pilots."

"If we want to be captains, we need to work hard."

"Captain."

The young man licked his lips.

Of course he knows, not to mention the captain, even the co-captain is difficult, not only to be technical, but also to pass the audit, that is, to have enough loyalty.

But the benefits are also obvious.

Even if he is a co-pilot, with half a year's salary, he can easily buy a barrel car, and he can still have a large balance.

"That's a lot of people."

Before the young man gets into the plane, he finds that there are many, many new people around.

And they were all people from other countries, Rome, Finland, and other countries, and there were even quite a few pure Slavs, as well as people like him.

·····

With a buzz.

Fog all.

"Shit."

Somewhere in an anti-aircraft position, a British Empire private greeted his boss while wielding an engineer shovel and digging a pestle pit for anti-aircraft artillery under the scorching sun.

Beside him were a dozen or so privates who were busy together, as well as a newest 90-millimeter anti-aircraft gun from the United States.

Because of his own insufficient production capacity, in order to strengthen his air defense capability, Qiu Fatzi had to ask for the help of a lame man to ask for a large number of 90 caliber anti-aircraft guns.

However, it has to be said that although this 90-caliber anti-aircraft gun produced in the United States is not famous, it is technologically advanced, and the data on paper is not worse than the world-famous 88 anti-aircraft gun.

The reason why it doesn't have much fame is that this thing basically doesn't have a chance to play.

Who can give the Yankees the opportunity to use anti-aircraft artillery on a large scale?

But now.

Here's your chance.

Looking up, you can see that hundreds of 90-caliber guns are being laid under the busyness of a group of British Empire soldiers, and telephone lines connect these positions, and finally converge on the air defense commander.

On the edge of the city, there are airports and planes waiting for you.

10 Downing Street.

"Prime Minister."

The Air Force Commander's tone was very calm:

"The Germans are hunting polar bears, the mustache is committed to solving the crisis on the Eastern Front, and we don't need to worry about being bombed for the time being."

The corners of Qiu Fatzi's mouth twitched suddenly.

He didn't want that to happen.

He would rather bomb the British Isles with a mustache, after all, the British mainland can be said to be the largest aircraft carrier in the world, with tens of thousands of aircraft and pilots, and extremely strong air defense.

"Do not slack off and continue to strengthen air defense measures."

Qiu Fatzi could only squeeze out a smile.

····

At the same time.

Zhao Jiayu weapons test site.

"This is..."

Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang looked at a huge new weapon in a daze.

Yes, one.

"Rockets."

The accompanying returnee said that his tone was very excited.

"Large rockets?"

Li Yunlong blinked.

"Nope."

The young man waved his hand and emphasized:

"It's completely different from a rocket, it's a propellant-propelled vehicle, not just a weapon."

"Of course, he can be a weapon, a weapon with a longer range, greater power, and higher accuracy, or it can be a flying machine, a very space-space vehicle."

"Space..."

Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang were stunned.

The two of them naturally know space, and they also know that the earth where they are fighting and dying here is just a drop in the ocean in space.

"What's the use of this weapon?"

Grand Master Li is of course most concerned about the military means of this thing.

"The one in front of me is the second generation, and it can accurately hit large targets such as airports 300 kilometers away when the target information is accurate."

"Three hundred kilometers away!"

Grand Master Li's eyes suddenly popped out.

That's a good thing!

"The Germans have similar technology, but in the first generation."

The young man continued.

Hearing this, Li Yunlong looked at this person's chest, and being able to know this information means that he knows some secrets of the army, and it means that this person's position is very important.

He found that the young man had a chest and the surname was ex! (To be continued.) )