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The automatic device began to operate. After complex mechanical movement, the irregular radio signals were transformed into characters. Although we can't decipher all the telegrams, we can only decipher some of them, which has been a considerable progress.
Who would have thought that the German telegraph expert was a music lover? Who would have thought that they would use the melody of music as a way of encryption?
Moreover, the frequency of encryption is too unexpected.
At the same time, in order to speed up the decoding work, as long as they find the law, they are always used to designing the machine to run automatically and solve. Now, the deciphered information is once again in front of Donovan.
Donovan looked at the information he got and smiled. After unremitting efforts, he finally found the information he needed!
This is a telegram sent to the aviation troops stationed near Moscow, asking them to take off their fighters at 3 p.m. tomorrow and start escorting 300 kilometers west of Moscow.
Then, according to the other party's speed, it is easy to infer the arrival time of our own ambush position in Belarus, and then according to the previous intercepted telegrams, it is easy to infer the exact route.
"See the president at once. I'll report it myself." Donovan said.
Time flies.
The days in the Arctic circle are exceptionally long. Even if the sun sets, it will rise soon.
In order to keep the fighters on the move at any time, they are stored in the hangar. Captain Lanfield Jr. sat in the hangar and looked at his plane.
Large auxiliary fuel tanks are mounted on the wings and under the belly. The total fuel load of this fighter is almost two tons, which greatly increases its range.
Of course, in the first half of the flight, it is destined to be extremely heavy. When the external fuel tank is exhausted and only the fuel in the aircraft is left, it will be extremely light.
At that time, it was time to carry out the task.
Everyone guessed what. For them, life is only once. Let their life bloom more gorgeous colors, and they will have no regrets in this life.
They are ready. No matter how many German escort fighters there are, they will move forward. In the end, even if it is a collision, they will also crash hirek's plane!
"Attention, all pilots of squadron 339, come to the flight room." Major Michael shouted from the radio horn in the hangar.
Suddenly, Captain Lanfield's face showed excitement, so fast? Excellent!
He hurried to the flight room. When he went in, he saw other people who were equally excited.
"The task has been assigned. The original established route will leave in 15 minutes." Major Michael said very little: "Captain Thomas Lanfield Jr., Lieutenant Lex barber, Lieutenant Jim mcranahan and lieutenant Joseph Moore, these four planes are used as mobile phones in our training mission."
"Yes!" The four stood up and answered loudly.
To perform a complex task, we must cooperate with each other and kill mobile phones. Of course, we are going to kill each other's targets. Other planes are used to cover. Otherwise, we may have to worry about our own plane collision.
Among the selected people, their flying skills are the most exquisite. At this time, they are full of a sense of sanctity and hold their fists. Although the squadron leader is still denying the real mission goal, everyone knows it.
Putting on his full flight gear, Lieutenant Jim mcranahan ran into the hangar and said, "start the engine for me."
Overhead, the bubble like cockpit cover was still open. The ground crew skillfully helped connect the ground power car. In the rumble, the 2000 horsepower engine in front emitted black smoke.
When the hangar door was opened, the cold wind immediately poured in and closed the cockpit cover overhead. Lieutenant mcranahan operated his plane, slowly slid out of the hangar and taxied towards the runway. Because it was full, they needed to take off from the end of the runway.
"Bang." Suddenly, a voice sounded from his feet. With the sound, Lieutenant mcranahan felt his plane and immediately turned to one side and slid towards the nearby wasteland.
So he had to close the throttle lever and step on the brake.
Opening the cockpit cover, Lieutenant mcranahan stepped on the wing, jumped out of the plane, looked at his wheel, the one on the right was shriveled, and he felt a burst of silence.
Damn it, how can the chain fall off at the key time!
As a fighter, there is such a low-level problem as a flat tire!
He turned back and looked at the trajectory of the plane. On the road behind him, a stone stood out with a sharp top.
Cut by a stone, bad luck!
So he could only stand on the plane and watch other Mustang fighters on the runway take off one after another.
The first to take off was the plane of squadron Captain Major Michael. He glided and pulled up easily and skillfully. The engine roared and climbed with the whole fighter.
Those who take off first should undertake the task of navigation. At the same time, they will consume more fuel. As a squadron leader, they are duty bound.
Major Michael learned on the radio that just after taking off, an aircraft broke down and exited. He was speechless for a while. When he thought about who would replace lieutenant mcranahan, a voice came from the radio again.
"Bison, bison, little bee, auxiliary oil tank failure, little bee, auxiliary oil tank failure."
Lieutenant Joseph Moore, the radio code is little bee. At this time, he was also speechless. He was well in the inspection before takeoff. However, after starting, he felt abnormal. When he flew up, he found that his auxiliary fuel tank could not supply oil.
The oil pipe must be blocked! The fuel pump is new and there will be no problem.
If there were no auxiliary fuel tank, he would not be able to fly so far, and he would not be able to participate in this mission.
It seems that the treatment of being named by major Michael to kill the mobile phone is not good. Who will break down!
Lieutenant Moore hovered over the airport, waiting for other planes to take off, vacate the runway and land on their own. They became brothers and sisters with Lieutenant Jim mcranahan. They had to wait for the good news from the front line on the ground.
Two of the 20 fighters broke down at the time of departure, leaving only 18. Facing this situation, major Michael had long been prepared. He called on the radio and appointed lieutenant besby Holmes and Raymond Hahn to join the column of "killing mobile phones".
At the same time, major Michael suppressed his excitement and shouted, "our mission this time is to shoot down air force one!"
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The automatic device began to operate. After complex mechanical movement, the irregular radio signals were transformed into characters. Although we can't decipher all the telegrams, we can only decipher some of them, which has been a considerable progress.
Who would have thought that the German telegraph expert was a music lover? Who would have thought that they would use the melody of music as a way of encryption?
Moreover, the frequency of encryption is too unexpected.
At the same time, in order to speed up the decoding work, as long as they find the law, they are always used to designing the machine to run automatically and solve. Now, the deciphered information is once again in front of Donovan.
Donovan looked at the information he got and smiled. After unremitting efforts, he finally found the information he needed!
This is a telegram sent to the aviation troops stationed near Moscow, asking them to take off their fighters at 3 p.m. tomorrow and start escorting 300 kilometers west of Moscow.
Then, according to the other party's speed, it is easy to infer the arrival time of our own ambush position in Belarus, and then according to the previous intercepted telegrams, it is easy to infer the exact route.
"See the president at once. I'll report it myself." Donovan said.
Time flies.
The days in the Arctic circle are exceptionally long. Even if the sun sets, it will rise soon.
In order to keep the fighters on the move at any time, they are stored in the hangar. Captain Lanfield Jr. sat in the hangar and looked at his plane.
Large auxiliary fuel tanks are mounted on the wings and under the belly. The total fuel load of this fighter is almost two tons, which greatly increases its range.
Of course, in the first half of the flight, it is destined to be extremely heavy. When the external fuel tank is exhausted and only the fuel in the aircraft is left, it will be extremely light.
At that time, it was time to carry out the task.
Everyone guessed what. For them, life is only once. Let their life bloom more gorgeous colors, and they will have no regrets in this life.
They are ready. No matter how many German escort fighters there are, they will move forward. In the end, even if it is a collision, they will also crash hirek's plane!
"Attention, all pilots of squadron 339, come to the flight room." Major Michael shouted from the radio horn in the hangar.
Suddenly, Captain Lanfield's face showed excitement, so fast? Excellent!
He hurried to the flight room. When he went in, he saw other people who were equally excited.
"The task has been assigned. The original established route will leave in 15 minutes." Major Michael said very little: "Captain Thomas Lanfield Jr., Lieutenant Lex barber, Lieutenant Jim mcranahan and lieutenant Joseph Moore, these four planes are used as mobile phones in our training mission."
"Yes!" The four stood up and answered loudly.
To perform a complex task, we must cooperate with each other and kill mobile phones. Of course, we are going to kill each other's targets. Other planes are used to cover. Otherwise, we may have to worry about our own plane collision.
Among the selected people, their flying skills are the most exquisite. At this time, they are full of a sense of sanctity and hold their fists. Although the squadron leader is still denying the real mission goal, everyone knows it.
Putting on his full flight gear, Lieutenant Jim mcranahan ran into the hangar and said, "start the engine for me."
Overhead, the bubble like cockpit cover was still open. The ground crew skillfully helped connect the ground power car. In the rumble, the 2000 horsepower engine in front emitted black smoke.
When the hangar door was opened, the cold wind immediately poured in and closed the cockpit cover overhead. Lieutenant mcranahan operated his plane, slowly slid out of the hangar and taxied towards the runway. Because it was full, they needed to take off from the end of the runway.
"Bang." Suddenly, a voice sounded from his feet. With the sound, Lieutenant mcranahan felt his plane and immediately turned to one side and slid towards the nearby wasteland.
So he had to close the throttle lever and step on the brake.
Opening the cockpit cover, Lieutenant mcranahan stepped on the wing, jumped out of the plane, looked at his wheel, the one on the right was shriveled, and he felt a burst of silence.
Damn it, how can the chain fall off at the key time!
As a fighter, there is such a low-level problem as a flat tire!
He turned back and looked at the trajectory of the plane. On the road behind him, a stone stood out with a sharp top.
Cut by a stone, bad luck!
So he could only stand on the plane and watch other Mustang fighters on the runway take off one after another.
The first to take off was the plane of squadron Captain Major Michael. He glided and pulled up easily and skillfully. The engine roared and climbed with the whole fighter.
Those who take off first should undertake the task of navigation. At the same time, they will consume more fuel. As a squadron leader, they are duty bound.
Major Michael learned on the radio that just after taking off, an aircraft broke down and exited. He was speechless for a while. When he thought about who would replace lieutenant mcranahan, a voice came from the radio again.
"Bison, bison, little bee, auxiliary oil tank failure, little bee, auxiliary oil tank failure."
Lieutenant Joseph Moore, the radio code is little bee. At this time, he was also speechless. He was well in the inspection before takeoff. However, after starting, he felt abnormal. When he flew up, he found that his auxiliary fuel tank could not supply oil.
The oil pipe must be blocked! The fuel pump is new and there will be no problem.
If there were no auxiliary fuel tank, he would not be able to fly so far, and he would not be able to participate in this mission.
It seems that the treatment of being named by major Michael to kill the mobile phone is not good. Who will break down!
Lieutenant Moore hovered over the airport, waiting for other planes to take off, vacate the runway and land on their own. They became brothers and sisters with Lieutenant Jim mcranahan. They had to wait for the good news from the front line on the ground.
Two of the 20 fighters broke down at the time of departure, leaving only 18. Facing this situation, major Michael had long been prepared. He called on the radio and appointed lieutenant besby Holmes and Raymond Hahn to join the column of "killing mobile phones".
At the same time, major Michael suppressed his excitement and shouted, "our mission this time is to shoot down air force one!"
The automatic device began to operate. After complex mechanical movement, the irregular radio signals were transformed into characters. Although we can't decipher all the telegrams, we can only decipher some of them, which has been a considerable progress.Who would have thought that the German telegraph expert was a music lover? Who would have thought that they would use the melody of music as a way of encryption?Moreover, the frequency of encryption is too unexpected.At the same time, in order to speed up the decoding work, as long as they find the law, they are always used to designing the machine to run automatically and solve. Now, the deciphered information is once again in front of Donovan.Donovan looked at the information he got and smiled. After unremitting efforts, he finally found the information he needed!This is a telegram sent to the aviation troops stationed near Moscow, asking them to take off their fighters at 3 p.m. tomorrow and start escorting 300 kilometers west of Moscow.Then, according to the other party's speed, it is easy to infer the arrival time of our own ambush position in Belarus, and then according to the previous intercepted telegrams, it is easy to infer the exact route."See the president at once. I'll report it myself." Donovan said.Time flies.The days in the Arctic circle are exceptionally long. Even if the sun sets, it will rise soon.In order to keep the fighters on the move at any time, they are stored in the hangar. Captain Lanfield Jr. sat in the hangar and looked at his plane.Large auxiliary fuel tanks are mounted on the wings and under the belly. The total fuel load of this fighter is almost two tons, which greatly increases its range.Of course, in the first half of the flight, it is destined to be extremely heavy. When the external fuel tank is exhausted and only the fuel in the aircraft is left, it will be extremely light.At that time, it was time to carry out the task.Everyone guessed what. For them, life is only once. Let their life bloom more gorgeous colors, and they will have no regrets in this life.They are ready. No matter how many German escort fighters there are, they will move forward. In the end, even if it is a collision, they will also crash hirek's plane!"Attention, all pilots of squadron 339, come to the flight room." Major Michael shouted from the radio horn in the hangar.Suddenly, Captain Lanfield's face showed excitement, so fast? Excellent!He hurried to the flight room. When he went in, he saw other people who were equally excited."The task has been assigned. The original established route will leave in 15 minutes." Major Michael said very little: "Captain Thomas Lanfield Jr., Lieutenant Lex barber, Lieutenant Jim mcranahan and lieutenant Joseph Moore, these four planes are used as mobile phones in our training mission.""Yes!" The four stood up and answered loudly.To perform a complex task, we must cooperate with each other and kill mobile phones. Of course, we are going to kill each other's targets. Other planes are used to cover. Otherwise, we may have to worry about our own plane collision.Among the selected people, their flying skills are the most exquisite. At this time, they are full of a sense of sanctity and hold their fists. Although the squadron leader is still denying the real mission goal, everyone knows it.Putting on his full flight gear, Lieutenant Jim mcranahan ran into the hangar and said, "start the engine for me."Overhead, the bubble like cockpit cover was still open. The ground crew skillfully helped connect the ground power car. In the rumble, the 2000 horsepower engine in front emitted black smoke.When the hangar door was opened, the cold wind immediately poured in and closed the cockpit cover overhead. Lieutenant mcranahan operated his plane, slowly slid out of the hangar and taxied towards the runway. Because it was full, they needed to take off from the end of the runway."Bang." Suddenly, a voice sounded from his feet. With the sound, Lieutenant mcranahan felt his plane and immediately turned to one side and slid towards the nearby wasteland.So he had to close the throttle lever and step on the brake.Opening the cockpit cover, Lieutenant mcranahan stepped on the wing, jumped out of the plane, looked at his wheel, the one on the right was shriveled, and he felt a burst of silence.Damn it, how can the chain fall off at the key time!As a fighter, there is such a low-level problem as a flat tire!He turned back and looked at the trajectory of the plane. On the road behind him, a stone stood out with a sharp top.Cut by a stone, bad luck!So he could only stand on the plane and watch other Mustang fighters on the runway take off one after another.The first to take off was the plane of squadron Captain Major Michael. He glided and pulled up easily and skillfully. The engine roared and climbed with the whole fighter.Those who take off first should undertake the task of navigation. At the same time, they will consume more fuel. As a squadron leader, they are duty bound.Major Michael learned on the radio that just after taking off, an aircraft broke down and exited. He was speechless for a while. When he thought about who would replace lieutenant mcranahan, a voice came from the radio again."Bison, bison, little bee, auxiliary oil tank failure, little bee, auxiliary oil tank failure."Lieutenant Joseph Moore, the radio code is little bee. At this time, he was also speechless. He was well in the inspection before takeoff. However, after starting, he felt abnormal. When he flew up, he found that his auxiliary fuel tank could not supply oil.The oil pipe must be blocked! The fuel pump is new and there will be no problem.If there were no auxiliary fuel tank, he would not be able to fly so far, and he would not be able to participate in this mission.It seems that the treatment of being named by major Michael to kill the mobile phone is not good. Who will break down!Lieutenant Moore hovered over the airport, waiting for other planes to take off, vacate the runway and land on their own. They became brothers and sisters with Lieutenant Jim mcranahan. They had to wait for the good news from the front line on the ground.Two of the 20 fighters broke down at the time of departure, leaving only 18. Facing this situation, major Michael had long been prepared. He called on the radio and appointed lieutenant besby Holmes and Raymond Hahn to join the column of "killing mobile phones".At the same time, major Michael suppressed his excitement and shouted, "our mission this time is to shoot down air force one!"
