Captain Robinson was really scared now. He didn't know what evasion measures the formation members took when they got rid of the fierce night fighter just now. When the enemy plane quietly approached from behind and quickly knocked off the last formation, he knew that the formation formation could no longer be maintained, otherwise everyone would be done. While forced to disband the formation and let the rest of the members try to get away, he took advantage of the opportunity of diving to quickly adjust his course and frantically escaped in the direction he came.

Not long after, the gunners of the cabin came to the news that they saw a ball of fire in the sky, and it was probably that a plane was hit and caught fire. Robinson was stunned for a moment and soon realized that another formation member might have been killed. The caller also proved this. No matter how hysterical the navigator Harry called, he could only get a response with a crying voice - obviously the remaining companions also understood what was going on.

"There is only one response, and the others are probably..." Harry trembled, but he couldn't continue the next half.

"The mission failed, go back." Robinson's mood instantly sank to the bottom of the valley, a little bit painful, but he still made up his mind decisively, "Tell him to raise the height immediately and drop the bomb, don't care where the target is, and you can just blow anything up. After throwing it, you can go home faster. Remember to escape northwest and wait for me to gather together..."

"Received." As soon as he heard the other party's answer, a sudden terrified voice came, "The enemy plane is behind me..."

With the joint efforts of ground guidance and airborne radar, Becker finally caught up with the third plane after more than ten minutes of pursuit. With a "boom", the third plane exploded in the air, and all the crew members remained.

"The ammunition from the air cannon is almost exhausted, so I request a return." The exhausted Becker wanted to chase the fourth aircraft, but after looking at the ammunition that was about to be sold out, he was powerless.

"Request permission, return."

"receive."

"Captain Becker, congratulations on shooting down three enemy planes." Hoffman said after signaling Helen to give him the phone.

"Thank you." Becker replied reflexively, suddenly feeling that the sound was very familiar and mature, but he was convinced that no officer of the command headquarters had this voice, so he couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"

"I'm Adolf Hitler!"

"Ah!" Becker finally realized. Isn't this the voice of the head of state? Could it be that the head of state has been observing my performance today? It's really surprising. What a wonderful night, "Long live the head of state!"

Becker's communication signal along the way was cut off. Now everyone is concerned about the outcome of the last enemy plane. However, Hoffman obviously was not worried about it. Instead, he praised Helen: "You performed very well today, cooperated with the pilot perfectly, and he has half the credit for his record."

"Thank you, thank you, and thank you, and the instructor." Helen was a kind man. Although she was so excited that she even changed her voice, she did not forget to say good things to the young sergeant next to her.

“What career did you work in before you became a volunteer?”

"I just graduated from college this year and was about to teach. Later, I saw the Air Force recruiting female volunteers and signed up. This is my first job."

"College graduate?" Hoffman smiled, "This is rare, which school is from."

"Department of Mathematics, University of Göttingen."

"No wonder you calculate the speed and direction very accurately, thanks to the foundation laid by the school." This is also Hoffman's alma mater. He has a more favorable impression of the young lady and asked with a smile, "How is the situation at home?"

Helen was wrong, thinking that the head of state was asking about his family's origins, and said, "My ancestor was a subordinate of the Elector of Brandenburg during the Holy Roman Empire and had the title of knight. Since then, our family has been Aryans of pure blood for generations."

Knowing that the Third Reich had always emphasized the noblest view of its national blood, but this tone was naturally spoken by a university graduate, Hoffman was still a little surprised. However, he quickly felt relieved: this was the public opinion basis of the Third Reich and was also a strong rebound in the German national self-esteem after the cruel treatment of the Versailles Contract. In a sense, the head of state advocated it again and again. However, this racial theory of "I'm the best in the world" made the Germans eat enough verbal. Hoffman was not unhappy at all. Helen, who had blonde hair and blue eyes and a standard German appearance, said: "This can be seen from your appearance. I mean you volunteer to serve in the Air Force. Is your family supportive? After all, this is more dangerous than teaching."

"Support! Absolutely support!" Helen opened her conversation when she heard this, no longer had the restraint she had just been, but instead showed a spirited expression. "My grandfather is an old soldier in the Empire. When she was 19 years old, she participated in the Franco-Prussian War as a cavalry. Later, she retired with the rank of major. My father was his youngest and only child in the army. During the last war, he served in the navy, but was not on the main ship. He was the captain of a torpedo boat. After the war, he retired with the rank of captain and switched to the shipping company.

I grew up near Keel Harbor. My father had only one child, and no other cousins ​​joined the army. When my grandfather passed away a few years ago, he was very sorry that the family's military officer tradition was cut off. My father also felt sorry because there were no boys... So I signed up to volunteer to serve the Air Force. Although I could not become an officer, my father was still very happy. I actually knew many professional terms such as course and speed before training, because he taught me when I was very young..."

Helen La, who opened the gate of the conversation, talked a lot. Kamhuber always worried that the head of state would feel impatient. Unexpectedly, Hoffmann listened patiently and nodded frequently, "It turns out that it is a military family, it is really not easy. You have dedicated your blood and youth to Germany, and the people will remember you forever."

"This, this..." The girl who was very talkative just now suddenly became shy and said hesitantly, "Head of State, can you sign me?"

"We can shake hands and take a photo together." Hoffman pointed to the people around him, turned to ask William, "Col. Is there a camera in the command center?"

"Yes, yes." The spotlight flashed, and not only did Zeiss's camera leave a photo of Hoffman and Helen shook hands intimately, but also a photo of Helen and a group of senior leaders: Helen stood next to the head of state, and was almost fainted excitedly. Although Colonel William could only accompany the end of the photo crowd, he was still very happy. There were rare big figures next to him.

"Wow! They will envy me to death tomorrow..." Helen finally regained the young girl's expression and pointed at the eyes of the others in the hall. "I not only shook hands with the head of state, but also took photos with him and many senior generals. I'm not dreaming today, right?"

"Of course not, there are things you are happier with." Hoffman said solemnly, "Who says women can only become helpers after joining the army? Those who sacrifice themselves for the empire can also become non-commissioned officers and officers!"

"First of the Year!" It was Kettle's turn to be anxious, thinking that the head of state could not say anything casually. Although the Third Reich had revised the Military Service Law and allowed women to serve in 1935, they were usually only allowed to be auxiliary and not included in the regular army. Not to mention becoming an officer, there was no non-commissioned officer. The head of state's order was too casual, seriously destroying the military tradition. His relationship with the officer group was already a little nervous, and this order was even more troublesome. Those old stubborn people would definitely be muttering. But in public, Marshal Kettle was still not brave enough.

Looking at Kettle's anxious and confused expression, Hoffman asked unhappily: "Mr. Chief of Staff of the Supreme Command opposes my proposal?"

"No, no, no, this...I mean..." Hearing the head of state's bad tone, Keitel didn't know how to persuade him, so he had to explain carefully, "This approach is somewhat contrary to the military tradition. I am afraid that senior officers will cause unnecessary debate because they cannot understand the head of state's painstaking efforts. Should they make long-term plans and communicate fully, and give them a chance to change their positions first?"

General Yeshunnek thought to himself: No wonder Kettle can be the chief of staff and marshal of the commander-in-chief. Such sleek and cater to the head of state everywhere, even if he learns for another twenty years, he will definitely not be able to say this answer. Of course, even if he does not agree with the head of state's view just now, he is not stupid enough to openly oppose Hoffman's opinion. This is the matter of the commander-in-chief, not the responsibility of the chief of staff of the Air Force.
Chapter completed!