artillery arc

Chapter 609 Wings of Freedom (Update 43/84)

A riverside open space near the Gill Canal in Plossen.

Dr. Heisenberg stared at the Royal Air Force's promised plane for a few seconds, then turned to the United Kingdom spy Sean behind him and said, "Are you kidding me? This plane is made of wood!"

Sean: "Oh, before the war, many planes were made of wood. All-metal planes were new and unreliable. We destroyed the Swordfish on the Bismarck's steering gear, and the fuselage was still covered with cloth."

Heisenberg: "Cloth? Really?"

"Really? This did not prevent the Swordfish torpedo plane from damaging the Bismarck's steering gear, making it the first contribution to the encirclement and annihilation of the Bismarck. Moreover, wooden planes also have advantages. First of all, they do not reflect radar waves, at least not that much, so they can penetrate deep into the heart of the empire without being noticed.

"Secondly, it flies very fast. Currently, the Proson Empire does not have any fighter jets that can catch up with it."

Sean laughed.

Heisenberg sighed: "If I didn't feel like going to die if I went back now, I would never get on your plane, absolutely!"

Sean patted the doctor's back gently and said, "When you take it to the United Kingdom, you will know that we sent it to pick you up with absolutely no intention of neglecting it. In fact, we sent it because we trust it.

"Also, the Imperial Household Ministry has been lured to the border of a neutral country by the bait I set, but they will soon realize that you did not take that route. Maybe they have already come to their senses. Do you still want to continue complaining about the wooden plane here?"

Dr. Heisenberg stepped forward, complaining as he walked: "I know that I will be flying over the North Sea in a wooden plane and facing possible interception. I will take the neutral route no matter what. I will not listen to your sweet talk."

Sean: "Don't worry, the Eighth Air Force Fighter Squadron will pick us up with test fuel tanks. Don't worry."

Dr. Heisenberg shook his head. At this time, he had already walked to the front of the plane, and the Royal Air Force pilot reached out to pull him.

But the doctor did not immediately shake the hand of the Royal Air Force pilot. Instead, he stared closely at the plane that came to pick him up: "What is the name of this plane? I mean the model?"

"Mosquito," the Royal Air Force pilot answered truthfully.

"Humph, mosquito! I escaped from the Plossom Empire on a mosquito!"

After saying that, the doctor got into the narrow cabin of the Mosquito bomber.

The spy Sean came to the side of the plane and said to the doctor, "You must be careful not to touch other things. Your seat is in the ammunition bay now. If you touch the wrong things, you might be thrown out."

"what?"

The pilot quickly said, "No, Doctor, that's Sir Sean's sense of humor."

Heisenberg cursed, "You actually used your sense of humor on a Plosson? We will only take it seriously!"

Sean laughed out loud: "This self-deprecation is quite humorous! By the way, Doctor, just in case, I want to ask one more question. Without you, would Proson definitely not be able to research that thing?"

Dr. Heisenberg stared at Sean, blinked, and smiled mysteriously: "Yes, they can't figure it out. I burned all the drawings and papers before I left, but I know they secretly backed them up without my knowledge."

Sean's expression turned serious: "Then I'll go steal this backup. Do you know where it is?"

"No need," the doctor waved his hand, "I knew that and I burned the papers and drawings on purpose, so that they would firmly believe that these were correct. But in fact, I calculated wrongly."

Sean: “What?”

"I miscalculated. I used the wrong formula, so the conclusion I came to was wrong. The weapon-grade raw materials needed were off by one digit. As long as the Proson Empire manufactures weapons according to this, it will never be able to trigger a chain reaction because it has not reached the critical point."

Sean was stunned for a few seconds before he burst into laughter: "You are very humorous!"

Dr. Heisenberg: "It's not my credit. I came up with this idea because I was inspired by General Rokossov from Ant. He is very good at this trick and can fool the emperor and generals. At that time, I thought, I can try it too."

Sean: "Yes, Ant's Guardian, the Star of Victory, the legend on the battlefield. In order to make your plan more realistic, I will steal this copy again, but I will deliberately force them to retreat."

After saying that, Sean took a step back and gestured to the lurking personnel nearby.

So a simple wind vane bag made of cloth was released into the air, and the personnel at the end of the "runway" were in place and gave the signal for takeoff.

Sean waved his hand: "Bon voyage!"

The twin engines of the Mosquito bomber roared, dragging the wooden plane slowly forward.

Heisenberg stared at Sean for a few seconds, then looked away and asked the pilot loudly, "Is there really cover halfway?"

"Yes, the Mustang fighters with auxiliary fuel tanks will cover us, don't worry."

As soon as the words fell, the plane began to taxi, pulled up one hundred meters from the end of the runway, and rushed into the night sky.

At the same time, from the direction of the nearby city, there were sounds of air defense sirens and anti-aircraft artillery fire, and huge searchlight beams tore through the night sky, which could be seen from such a distance.

Heisenberg: "That's Hamburg over there?"

"Yes, in order to cover us, the Royal Air Force deliberately raided the heavily defended Hamburg, so that all the nearby air superiority fighters were attracted and no one noticed us at low altitude."

Heisenberg nodded. At that moment there was a crosswind and the wooden plane began to shake violently and sway from side to side like a drunk.

"Oh my God!" Heisenberg said in a voice full of fear, "Can I still get to the United States? Oh my God!"

Pilot: "Do scientists in Proson also shout 'God'? Isn't it said that the light of technology replaces the grace of God?"

Heisenberg: "Only secular people really believe that everything can be explained by science. Plosson... is more like complaining about the fact that God has not favored him."

Pilot: "Is that so?" Heisenberg was silent for a few seconds and then said, "Actually, I have considered going to Ant. Their agents have extended an olive branch to me. But I am a Prosen, and when I think about what my compatriots have done in Ant, I dare not go.

"Who knows if the Ants will take revenge on us one day in the future? Even if they do, no one can blame them. So I'd better go to the United States. I have correspondence with Dr. Oppenheimer."

Pilot: "In a week at most, you will be on the land of the United States. We have prepared a blanket next to your seat, cover yourself with it and have a good sleep."

Heisenberg nodded.

He found his blanket, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

——I don’t know whether the letter can be delivered to Yekaterinburg smoothly.

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Prothenia, Ante underground liaison station.

The spy code-named "Bishop" opened Dr. Heisenberg's letter.

"Dear General Rokossov, I am glad to hear from you."

He recited softly.

"I believe that with your level of knowledge, you can definitely see the value of the weapon mentioned in the attached information of this letter. This is a weapon that is enough to change the situation of the war. Of course, it is very difficult to produce. Maybe until the end of this war, there will not be many ammunitions that can be used in actual combat.

“But in the future, it will change the world situation and may even make it so that hot wars between major powers will never happen - of course, it may also lead to the destruction of the world.

"I implore you to urge Ant to start researching this weapon no matter how difficult it is. Because if only one country has this weapon, it will become greedy and tyrannical, and use this terrible power to oppress other countries.

“This is something that I, and all scientists, don’t want to see.

“Time is running out, so I can’t explain it to you in detail, but I think with your intelligence, you will definitely understand.

"Dr. Heisenberg."

The "bishop" put away the letter, opened the brown paper bag that came with it, and looked at the large number of documents and photos inside. He could hardly understand the documents, but he roughly knew that the things in the photos were centrifuges.

The "bishop" acted promptly, put away the photos, put on his windbreaker, and hurriedly left the traffic station.

Before leaving, he placed a flower pot on the windowsill and opened the window.

This is the signal to activate the emergency communication channel, which means that the highest level of intelligence needs to be sent to Yebao as quickly as possible.

That night, Ant's intelligence network in Prothenia was fully operational, countless latent nodes were activated, the contents of the kraft paper and Heisenberg's handwritten letter were copied many times and sent to Ye Castle through different channels.

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Back to Heisenberg.

The doctor finally fell asleep but was suddenly awakened by a violent jolt.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the plane circled to the right, pressing his entire body against the wall of the bomb bay.

"What's wrong?" the Doctor asked loudly.

Only then did he realize that it was already daybreak and the plane was flying over the sea.

"The enemy's new fighter!" the pilot replied loudly, "It's at our six o'clock position. I can't shake it off!"

The doctor turned around and saw the Iron Cross on the slender fighter plane.

Pilot: "Plosen actually developed such a fast fighter!"

"Didn't they say we had an escort?" Dr. Heisenberg shouted, grabbing the handle on the wall of the warehouse.

"There was a small problem with the merger! The fighter must have yawed!" the pilot replied.

"Now what?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Heisenberg seemed to see something flashing in the direction of the sun.

The next moment, the source of the flash rushed to the side of the Mosquito bomber at lightning speed.

It was a beautiful fighter plane that was all silver!

P51 Mustang fighter!
The Mustang swooped down from high altitude and launched a dense fire network, directly covering the slender Plosson fighter that was chasing the Mosquito bomber.

Flames burst from the engine of the Proson fighter plane, and it fell to the ground with a trail of thick smoke.

"Calling the Mosquito, are you the 'courier'?"

"Yes, we are. The package is intact," the Mosquito pilot responded. "It's nice to see you."

Dr. Heisenberg listened to the pilots' radio communications and breathed a sigh of relief.

He was finally free.

(End of this chapter)