Chapter 137 When Moxa Encounters Zero War "Oh, this weather is really bad, no worse than Scandinavia!" Standing in the snow with the cold wind howling, wearing an American flight suit and a tan leather jacket The young officer looked at the busy soldiers on the runway. These people were working hard to clear the snow with the help of two crawler engineering vehicles. It would take two or three hours to clear a runway for fighter jets to take off and land, but it only needed If it snows overnight, this place will become the same again! "I always thought that the Pacific Ocean was a sunny tropical weather. I prepared sunglasses, a swimsuit and sunscreen before coming. It's ridiculous to think about it!" Another young officer in similar attire spoke the same pure German and had a smile on his face. With a self-deprecating smile. This is Adak Island in the middle of the Aleutian Islands. It is located at a high latitude, but is affected by the Alaskan warm current. The temperature here is slightly higher than the northern tip of Scandinavia at a similar latitude, but the weather is rainy, snowy and foggy. Nothing less. In early spring, it is still extremely sunny here, and people who do not live here for many years must endure both psychological and physical torture. The third officer, also wearing the uniform of a US military pilot, put his hands on his hips and looked arrogant, complaining: "These Americans are so cunning, they actually got us to a place like this, hum! They really humiliated us on the European battlefield. "Come on, what if you're not satisfied?" The fourth officer standing next to him was a handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes. He curled his lips and said, "I'm here now. What if I quit now?" It really disgraced the reputation of the 2nd Fighter Wing! " "Yeah, it's all about the dollar" The first officer was talking when he heard the creak of the door opening behind him and stopped talking. I saw a relatively burly American military officer coming over and said in less fluent German: "Gentlemen, after receiving the order from the superiors, a two-plane formation will be dispatched in 10 minutes to go to the direction of Kiska Island to carry out the battle. "Reconnaissance!" "Oh, what's so good about reconnaissance in this weather! Aren't those Japanese guys huddled in their caves?" the third officer muttered, speaking so fast that the American officer couldn't understand. In the summer of 1942, Japan dispatched its navy and army to attack the Aleutian Islands, but their intention was surprisingly similar to history, which was to induce the US Navy to divide its forces and move north. The Americans were still not fooled, and the U.S. military commanders stationed in the Aleutian Islands also prepared a response early, evacuating the few residents to safe areas, and dispersing ships and combat aircraft. The Japanese army did not occupy any part of the attack. It was cheap, and it did not invest enough troops to occupy the entire archipelago. In the end, it only captured the deserted Attu and Kiska islands, and built a field airport and a small military port on the largest Skika island. At first, a squadron of combat aircraft and two submarines were attached, and from time to time they carried out harassing attacks on islands and ports controlled by the US military. However, because they were far away from the home base and the local climate conditions were very harsh, some equipment that had been frozen in the cold could not be used in time. After repairs, it was damaged by two U.S. air raids. Now it is in a semi-abandoned state, and hundreds of Japanese troops usually hide in the cold shelter they dug. The so-called combat reconnaissance only has reconnaissance significance in most cases-after the arrival of the German volunteer pilots, they have not yet been exposed to combat! "Forget it, let me go! It's a heat engine!" The first officer loosened his scarf, and the second officer who partnered with him had no objection. Seeing this, the US military officer quickly said : "Then I will report the names of Captain Barker and Lieutenant Schchemid!" The first officer turned his head and replied politely: "Okay, we will set off on time!" The US military officer relaxed He sighed and hurried back to the house. "Judging from the rigorous training last year, it seems that the top brass of the Air Force have long expected that we will fight in such a harsh environment. In any case, we are fighting for Germany, not the United States!" The first officer With the demeanor of a big brother, he patted his partner on the shoulder, "Let's go, Maxi, check the plane in advance. I can't trust those clumsy American ground staff!" As if to lighten the atmosphere, the second officer said relievedly : "They are quite dedicated, but sometimes their nerves are too relaxed! Guys, see you later!" The other two officers took their hands out of their pockets and waved them, their postures were a little lazy, and their mentality was roughly the same. After a while, U.S. soldiers rolled out two silver-gray aircraft from the hangar. Although this "silver gray" is close to the "German gray" that dominates Europe in color, it still looks obviously different. The wings The US military logo with white five stars on a blue background is printed at the designated location on the face. After the final routine inspection, the two pilots finally climbed into the cockpit and closed the canopy. to themTo put it bluntly, everything here - the environment, climate, and customs are all unfamiliar. Fortunately, the landline is still an "old friend". Simple lines, a thick nose, a sloping back and a tapered tail, these are combined into the Wolff, nicknamed "Moaking Bird".