Chapter 1636: Shoot down Air Force 1

The automatic device began to operate, and through complex mechanical movements, the irregular radio signals were transformed into individual characters. Although it was not possible to decipher all the telegrams, only a part of it could be deciphered, which was a considerable improvement.
Who would have thought that the German telegraph expert was actually a music lover? Who would have thought that they would actually use the melody of music as a means of encryption?
Moreover, the encryption is still frequency, which is too unexpected.
At the same time, in order to speed up the work of deciphering, as long as they find the rules, they are always used to design the machine to run automatically and perform the calculation. Now, the deciphered intelligence was again in front of Donovan.
Donovan looked at the information he had obtained with a smile on his face. After unremitting efforts, he finally found the information he needed!
This is a telegram sent to the aviation units stationed near Moscow, asking them to take off the fighter plane at 3 o'clock tomorrow afternoon and start escorting at a position three hundred kilometers west of Moscow.
Then, based on the opponent's speed, it is easy to infer the arrival time of one's ambush in Belarus, and then based on the previous intercepted telegrams, it is easy to infer the exact route.
"Go to the president right away, I want to report in person." Donovan said.
time flies.
The daytime in the Arctic Circle is exceptionally long, and the sun will rise soon even if it goes down.
In order to keep the fighter planes in a state of dispatch at any time, they are all stored in the hangar. Captain Lanfil sat in the hangar and looked at his landline.
On the wings and under the belly, large auxiliary fuel tanks are mounted. The total fuel capacity of this fighter is almost two tons, which greatly increases its range.
Of course, during the first half of the flight, it is destined to be extremely heavy. When the external fuel tank is exhausted and only the fuel inside the aircraft is left, it will be extremely light.
At that time, it was also the time to perform the task.
Everyone has guessed something. For them, there is only one life. Let their lives bloom more brilliantly, and they will have no regrets or regrets in this life.
They are already prepared. No matter how many German fighters there are, they will always move forward. In the end, even if they collide, they will knock down Cyric's plane!
"Attention, all the pilots of Squadron 339, come to the flight room." Major Michael's call came from the broadcast speaker in the hangar.
Suddenly, there was excitement on Captain Lanfeier's face, so fast? Great!
He hurried to the flight room, and when he entered, he saw other people who were equally excited.
"The mission has been assigned, the original scheduled route, we will leave in fifteen minutes." Major Michael said few words: "Captain Thomas-Lanfeier, Lieutenant Lex Barber, Lieutenant Jim McLanahan and Joseph- Lieutenant Moore, these four planes are used as killer phones in our training mission."
"Yes!" The four stood up and answered loudly.
To perform a complex task, you must cooperate with each other to kill the mobile phone. Of course, it is to kill the opponent's target. Other aircraft are used for cover. Otherwise, if you swarm, you will have to worry about your own aircraft crashing.
The selected people have the most superb flying skills. They are full of sacredness at this time, and they clenched their fists forcefully. Although the squadron leader is still denying the true mission goal, everyone knows in their hearts. Duming.
Putting on the full set of flying gear, Lieutenant Jim McLanahan ran into the hangar: "Give me the engine."
Above the head, the bubble-like cockpit cover was still open, and the ground crew expertly helped to connect the power car on the ground. In the rumbling sound, the 2000-horsepower engine in front gave out a puff of black smoke.
The door of the hangar was opened, and the cold wind came in immediately and closed the canopy overhead. Lieutenant Mike Lannahan operated his plane, sliding out of the hangar slowly and toward the direction of the runway. Since it was fully loaded, they needed Take off from the end of the runway.
"Boom." Suddenly, a voice rang from under his feet. With the voice, Lieutenant Mike Lannerhan felt his plane and immediately strayed to the side and slid toward the wasteland next to it.
So, he could only close the throttle stick and step on the brake.
Opening the canopy, Lieutenant Mike Lannerhan stepped on the wing and jumped off the plane. Looking at his own wheel, the one on the right was deflated, and he felt speechless for a while.
Damn, how come the chain is off at a critical time!
As a fighter, there will be such a low-level problem as a flat tire!
He turned his head back and looked at the trajectory of the plane sliding over. On the road behind, a rock stood out with a pointed top.
It was scratched by a stone, unfortunately!
Therefore, he could only stand on the plane and watch other Mustang fighters on the runway, taking off one after another.
The first to take off was the squadron commander Major Michael's plane. He rolled easily and skillfully, pulled up, the engine roared, and climbed with the entire fighter plane.
Those who take off first have to take on the task of piloting, and at the same time, they will consume more fuel. As a squadron leader, this responsibility is incumbent.
Major Michael learned on the radio that just after takeoff, an aircraft had failed and exited. It was also speechless for a while. Just as he was thinking about who should replace Lieutenant Mike Lannerhan, another voice came from the radio.
"Bison, Bison, Little Bee's auxiliary fuel tank failure, Little Bee's auxiliary fuel tank failure."
Lieutenant Joseph Moore ~EbookFREE.me~The radio code is Little Bee. At this time, he was also speechless. During the pre-takeoff inspection, it was clear that it was OK, but when it was started, it felt abnormal, and waited until it flew. After that, I realized that my auxiliary fuel tank could not supply fuel.
The tubing must be blocked! The fuel pump is new and there will be no problem.
If there is no auxiliary fuel tank, then he can't fly that far, and he can't participate in this mission.
It seems that the treatment of being named as a cell phone by Major Michael is not good.
Lieutenant Moore hovered over the airport, waiting for the other planes to take off and vacate the runway so that they could land on their own. Lieutenant Jim McLanahan and Lieutenant Jim McLanahan became hard brothers and could only wait on the ground for good news from the front. Up.
Of the 20 fighters, two of them failed at the time of departure, and only 18 were left. Facing this situation, Major Michael was mentally prepared for a long time. He called on the radio to appoint Besby Helmore. Lieutenant Si and Raymond Hahn joined the ranks of "killing phones."
At the same time, Major Michael suppressed his inner excitement and shouted: "Our mission this time is to shoot down Air Force One!"