Arc of Gunfire

Chapter 609 Wings of Freedom (Update 43/84)

In the territory of Plossen, the open space by the river near the Gil Canal.

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

Sean: "Oh, before the war started, many airplanes were made of wood. All-metal airplanes were a new and unreliable thing. We broke the Swordfish of the Bismarck's steering gear, but the body was still covered in cloth."

Heisenberg: "Cloth? Real or fake?"

"Really, this does not prevent the Swordfish torpedo plane from destroying Bismarck's steering gear and making the first contribution to the encirclement and annihilation of Bismarck. Moreover, wooden aircraft also have advantages. First of all, it will not reflect radar waves, at least not so much, so it can Deep into the hinterland of the empire without anyone noticing.

"Secondly, it flies very fast. Currently, the Prosen Empire has no fighter jets that can catch up with it."

Sean laughed.

Heisenberg sighed: "If I didn't go back now and die, I would never get on your plane, absolutely!"

Sean patted the doctor's back gently: "When you ride it to the United Kingdom, you will know that we did not mean to be negligent in sending it to pick you up. In fact, we sent it because we trusted it.

"In addition, now the Imperial Household Ministry is attracted to the border of a neutral country by the bait I set, but they will soon react and realize that you did not take that route. Maybe they have woken up now, and you still want to Are you going to continue whining about wooden airplanes?”

Dr. Heisenberg stepped forward, complaining as he walked: "I have to know that I have to fly across the North Sea in a wooden plane and face possible interceptions. If I say anything, I have to take the route of a neutral country. I won't listen to you. rhetoric."

Sean: "Don't worry, people from the Eighth Air Force Fighter Group will come to pick up the plane with test auxiliary fuel tanks. Don't worry."

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

But the doctor did not immediately hold 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.

"Hmph, mosquito! I escaped from the Prosen Empire in a mosquito!"

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

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 magazine now. If you touch the wrong thing, it may be thrown out."

"What?"

The pilot hurriedly said: "No such thing, doctor, this is Sir Sean's sense of humor."

Heisenberg scolded: "How dare you use your sense of humor on a Plosser? We will only take you seriously!"

Sean laughed loudly: "This self-deprecating sentence is very humorous! By the way, doctor, just in case I want to ask again, if I leave you, Proson will definitely not be able to study that thing?"

Dr. Heisenberg stared at Sean, blinked, and smiled mysteriously: "Yes, they can't study it. I burned all the drawings and papers before leaving, but I know that they secretly backed up behind my back. ”

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

"No need," the doctor waved his hand, "I deliberately burned the papers and drawings just because I knew it, so that they would believe that these are correct. But in fact, I made a mistake in my calculations."

Sean: "What?"

"I made a mistake in my calculation. I used the wrong formula, so the conclusion I came to was wrong. The required weapon-grade raw materials were a few digits off. As long as the Prosen Empire manufactures weapons according to this, it will never be able to trigger the chain. reaction because it has not reached the critical point.”

Sean was stunned for a few seconds before bursting into laughter: "Aren't you very humorous!"

Dr. Heisenberg: "It's not my fault. I thought of this method because I was inspired by General Rokossov from Ant's side. He was particularly good at playing this trick and fooled the emperor and generals. At that time, I I just thought I could do it again.”

Sean: "Yes, the guardian of Ant, 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 must deliberately force them to retreat."

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

So a simple windsock sewn with cloth was released into the air, and the personnel at the end of the "runway" were in place, giving a signal that it was ready to take off.

Sean waved his hand: "Have a nice trip!"

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

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

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

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

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

Heisenberg: "That's the hamburger over there?"

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

Heisenberg nodded. There was a crosswind at this time, and the wooden plane shook violently, and swayed 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 from Prosin also shout 'god'? Doesn't it mean that the light of science and technology replaces the favor of God?"

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

Pilot: "That's right."

Heisenberg was silent for a few seconds and said: "Actually, I have considered going to Ant, and their agents extended an olive branch to me. But I am a Prossen, think about what my compatriots have done in Ant. , I don’t dare to go.

"Who knows if the Ant people will take revenge on us one day in the future? Even if they take revenge, 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 set foot on the soil of the United States. We have prepared a blanket, right next to your seat. Cover it and have a good sleep."

Heisenberg nodded.

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

——I don’t know whether the letter can be successfully delivered to Yekaterinaburg.

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Prosonia, Ant Underground Contact Station.

The spy codenamed "Bishop" opened Dr. Heisenberg's letter.

"Dear General Rokossov, Zhan Xinjia."

He recited softly.

"I believe that with your level of knowledge, you can definitely understand the value of the weapon mentioned in the information attached to this letter. This is a weapon that can change the situation of the war. Of course, it is very difficult to produce, and it may not be until this war. In the end, we couldn't even make a few ammunition that could be used in actual combat.

“But in the future, it will change the situation in the world, and may even prevent hot wars between major powers from ever happening—of course, it may also lead to the destruction of the world.

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

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

“I’m short of time, so I can’t explain it in detail for you, but I think you’ll be able to understand it with your intelligence.

"Yours sincerely, Dr. Heisenberg."

The "Bishop" put away the letter, opened the brown paper bag that came with the letter, and looked at the large number of documents and photos inside. He could barely understand the document, but he roughly knew that the thing in the photo was a centrifuge.

The "bishop" made a quick decision, put the photos away, put on his windbreaker, and hurriedly left the traffic stop.

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

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

That night, Ant's intelligence network in Prosonia was fully activated. Countless latent nodes were activated. The contents of the vellum and Heisenberg's autograph were copied into many copies and sent through different channels. Leaf Castle.

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Back to Heisenberg.

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

As soon as he opened his eyes, the plane circled to the right, making him press against the wall of the bomb bay.

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

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

"The enemy's new fighter jet!" the pilot replied loudly, "it's at our six o'clock position, I can't get rid of it!"

The doctor turned around and saw the iron cross on the slender fighter jet.

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

"Didn't you say there was an escort?" Dr. Heisenberg grabbed the handle on the wall of the warehouse and shouted.

"There is a little problem with the convergence! The fighter jet must have yawed!" the pilot replied.

"What now?"

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.

That is a beautiful fighter jet made entirely of silver!

P51 Mustang fighter!

The Mustang swooped down from a high altitude and unleashed a dense firepower net, directly covering the slender Prossen fighter jet that was chasing the Mosquito bomber.

The Proson fighter jet's engine burst into flames, dragging thick smoke as it fell to the ground.

"Call Mosquito bombers, are you the 'courier'?"

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

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

He is finally free.