() Ron was quite moved by Patton's counter-proposal. Now in the skies over Europe, the threat to the U.S. Army aviation has been very small. German fighter jets are now simply better than the giant panda, South China tiger and so on many years later.

Even rarer, the only threat is the German anti-aircraft artillery group. But as long as the flying altitude is high enough, the anti-aircraft artillery has never been very efficient in attacking high-speed maneuvering targets the size of fighter jets. Germany

The Chinese 88mm anti-aircraft gun is probably the most famous anti-aircraft gun in World War II. But ironically, this anti-aircraft gun is not famous for its air defense. It has such a great reputation mainly because of

Its purpose is to perform anti-tank missions. In fact, in terms of air defense alone, it was not particularly outstanding in World War II. At least compared to those American products with VT fuse shells, its air defense capabilities were really not strong.

Moreover, there is no express provision in the regulations prohibiting senior American generals from flying over enemy-controlled areas in person. There is actually a precedent for such a thing. For example, in the South Pacific, Gray Wolf did such a thing more than once. Later, Gray Wolf

on the korean battlefield

I also did this kind of thing, and even took a transport plane to fly all the way to the Yalu River. Then I came back and launched the final offensive of "bringing American soldiers home for Christmas", and then, um, then I was beaten by a bunch of people.

In his eyes, the bumpkin with a combat power of no more than 5 was reversed.

Ron thought for a while, if he took a P-81 two-seater reconnaissance model out for a walk, his safety would be guaranteed. Moreover, he didn't need to stay there for long, he could just go from high altitude to Calais and come back.

, after returning, this move can further mislead the Germans through media propaganda.

So, Ron nodded and said: "General, this is not impossible. But you must agree to this - although you are the commander, in heaven, you have to listen to me in everything."

Barton opened his mouth and laughed: "Ron, this is a natural principle. Even if Ike or Marshall get on the plane, they must obey the pilot's instructions honestly. When they get to the sky, you will be my commander, everything to me

I listen to you."

"Okay, then general, we have to prepare together."

…

A few minutes later, Ron and Patton appeared at the edge of the runway wearing flight jackets and flight hats. A two-seater P-81 reconnaissance model was already waiting there. The ground crew was busy making final inspections before takeoff.

A large group of reporters gathered around and were waiting anxiously. It seemed that they had been notified and were now preparing to interview them.

"Ron, why didn't they put bombs on our plane?" Patton saw that the other planes had bombs hung under them, but the belly of the plane he and Ron were the only one with was empty and had nothing.

"Ah, General, this aircraft of ours is a reconnaissance aircraft. Although it still retains a bomb pylon, it cannot hang a large bomb. It can only hang a 250-pound little guy. Moreover, in order to reduce the

The weight, the auxiliary bomb aiming equipment on it has also been removed. So now, using it to drop bombs, if the pilot is not an experienced pilot, it is basically a waste of bombs."

"But Ron, aren't you an experienced pilot? Let them hang one." Button's tone at this time was a bit like a child who was eager for a toy.

A 250-pound aerial bomb was hung on the only belly pylon of the aircraft. The following text was written on the bomb in white paint: "A gift to damn Hitler-George Patton."

Now that everything was ready, Ron and Barton boarded the plane and closed the canopy. Then, the P-81's two propellers, one in front and one in the back, began to rotate rapidly. Driven by them, the plane began to fly.

It accelerated and rolled on the runway, and after a while, it took off into the air.

In order to ensure safety, Ron flew very high. Before crossing the narrow strait, their plane had climbed to an altitude of 10,000 meters. Most of the German anti-aircraft guns could not threaten targets flying so high. Now,

The French coastline has appeared in front of Ron's eyes.

"General, we are over France." Ron said, "Look, the building in the one o'clock direction is the German Lindemann Fort."

"Where is it? Let me see." Barton immediately became interested. He immediately took off the telescope that was firmly fixed in front of him and looked over there.

Ron turned a corner so that the Lindemann Battery appeared at 3 o'clock, which made it easier for General Patton to observe him.

Barton held up the telescope and looked at it for a while and said, "I still can't see clearly. Can you get closer?"

"General, you promised that you will listen to me in heaven." Ron reminded Barton carefully.

"Ah, of course! But, didn't we also hang a bomb? We have to find a place to drop it?" Patton said.

This sentence played into Ron's hands. Ron didn't want to take Patton to risk going to low altitudes to attack those moving targets. Now Barton seemed to mean that it was enough to just drop a bomb on the fort. Compared with the previous task, this task was simple.

More. First climb to an altitude of 10,500 meters, and then make a big angle

Dive and drop the bomb at an altitude of about 9,000 meters. The range of Lindemann's fort is so large that even if the bomb is dropped a little crookedly, it will definitely fall within the range of the fort. Of course, you can't expect such a small bomb to hit the ground.

How about the fort? Anyway, I came out this time just for publicity.

"What, you don't think the challenge is enough? Do you want to save the bomb to attack a more difficult target?" Patton asked.

Ron couldn't help but think of later generations' evaluations of two generals in the US military who were famous for their boldness - Halsey and Patton. They said that Halsey was fakely cautious but really bold, while Patton was fakely bold but really bold.

Be careful. Unlike Halsey, who immediately reacted as soon as he saw the enemy and thought of using all his strength to attack the enemy, trying to beat the enemy to pieces before the enemy knocked him down. Although Patton said such as "

Ever since that fool said something stupid like protecting the flanks, the world has

When those fools are fighting, they always carefully cover their butts for fear of being kicked, so that they forget about kicking others' butts" and the like, but when they bring their own

When soldiers are fighting,

He kicks other people's butts happily, but at the same time he always protects his own butt well. Like Halsey, in order to kick other people's butts, he exposes his own butt for others to kick.

, but he has never done it.

Thinking of this, Ron felt that he understood what Barton meant. Barton was not the kind of person who liked meaningless adventures. In fact, he had always been a very rational person when facing war.

So Ron began to change course and continued to climb while flying towards Lindemann Fort. After a while, the plane approached Lindemann Fort.

"Why didn't they fire on us?" Patton asked.

"There is no such high anti-aircraft gun on the Lindemann Fort. But General, would you put the telescope back and secure it first? We are about to make a dive. Do you have any questions?"

"Okay, no problem. Isn't it just like riding a roller coaster? No problem."

Ron began to slowly make a 180-degree roll, then began to pull the stick to turn into a dive, and also opened the dive flaps. The aircraft dived towards the Lindemann Fort at an almost vertical angle. At an altitude of 9,000 meters

On the plane, Ron dropped his bombs and then slowly began to level the plane.

If you pull up a diving plane violently, it will produce a strong overload. People who are not specially trained will probably not be able to withstand it. Although Patton in the back seat has participated in the Olympics and won a ranking, he is not a pilot after all.

Born in China, Ron's movements must be very gentle.

Of course, doing so will make the plane pull up a little slower, and will also allow the plane to reach a height where the anti-aircraft artillery can reach it. However, this time is very short. If the ground anti-aircraft artillery wants to seize such an opportunity to shoot them down, it will almost

It's just impossible.

The result was just as Ron expected. The anti-aircraft guns in the fort fired several rounds, but the shells fired were far away from Ron and the others. Ron easily flew the plane out of the range of the anti-aircraft guns.

Then while continuing to circle around Lindemann's Fort, he faced Patton behind him and said:

"General, was there any problem just now?"

"No problem," Barton's voice was steady. "It feels almost like a roller coaster."

"General, we have also been here at Lindemann Fort. General, you are busy with business, why don't we go back."

"Okay, I said, in the air, everything is at your command."

…

After landing, Ron accompanied Barton to accept interviews from the reporters who were still waiting there. They were busy until after lunch before Barton was able to leave.

Early the next morning after General Patton left the airport, a C-47 transport plane landed on the runway of the "Crow's Nest". This transport plane brought a batch of special bombs to the 21st Attack Wing.

The appearance of these bombs is no different from ordinary bombs, except that the tail fins are painted red. But when the ground crew came to carry them, they immediately discovered a difference between these bombs and ordinary bombs: these bombs are larger than the same bombs.

Other bombs of this size are much lighter. Judging from the weight, they look like poison gas bombs.

"Could this be a gas bomb? Otherwise, why would it be so light?" One ground worker whispered to another ground worker.

"How is that possible?" the older ground crew member shook his head and said, "The painting of poison gas bombs is not like this. Besides, if it were a poison gas bomb, we should be wearing full chemical protective suits by now. That's for sure.

Not a gas bomb!"

"Then tell me, what is this?"

"When you knock it, it makes a clanging sound. It's a bit like an acetylene cylinder used in welding. Speaking of which, the regulations for the storage of these bombs have very detailed requirements for arson. It really looks like that thing."
Chapter completed!