Battlefield Priest's Diary

Chapter 169 Useless Ace
"I can fly a plane!"

As soon as she said that, the scene fell silent. People looked at the petite girl, and faint laughter could be heard from her.

"A 19-year-old pilot? Miss, please don't be ridiculous, okay?" The officer laughed and waved his hand, as if he had heard something very funny.

"I know that in some special circumstances, some people will tell small lies to fight for their own treatment, but I advise you to be more pragmatic."

"Communications? First aid? Even driving a carriage will do. In short, tell me what you can actually do. We won't send you to the battlefield," the officer advised the girl in front of him, seemingly considering her best interests.

"But I've been learning to fly, I don't know anything else. Lieutenant, I really am a flight instructor, it's clearly stated in my letter of introduction." The young woman argued anxiously, and would even unconsciously jump slightly when she got excited.

"Your letter of recommendation has become like this." The other person turned the paper over; the ink on it had been soaked through with water and was completely invisible.

Then the lieutenant followed up with a heavy blow, "Besides, if you were to fly a plane now, would you even be able to step on the accelerator?"

"But..." The petite girl wanted to argue, but the lieutenant in front of her had already begun to wave his hand impatiently.

"Alright, alright, everyone without special skills, go over there and gather. There are still many people behind."

Lilia was ushered aside and stood next to Qin Hao. Humiliated, she clenched her fists tightly around the suitcase.

It must be said that the overall quality of the urban population is relatively high. Most of these citizens are craftsmen, and some even have experience operating anti-aircraft guns during their militia days.

Transport teams, medical teams, militia air defense teams, and civilians were quickly mobilized.

During this process, someone came to select nurses for the temporary stretcher team. After looking at Lilia's small frame, they shook their heads helplessly and finally took away a burly middle-aged woman.

After much deliberation, only a dozen or so people remained in the end.

Qin Hao and the petite girl were both among them.

The lieutenant glanced at the remaining men and thought he might as well go over and help lift and tie the barbed wire, but his assistant suddenly came over.

"Commander, you forgot? The warehouse staff asked us to send a few people over to help, and they've complained about it several times already."

"Damn it! That lazy bum, all he does is complain about being tired and need more men! He's made the army lose all face!"

The commander seemed to get angry just thinking about a certain troublesome fellow.

But when he thought about how the other party knew a high-ranking commander, he gritted his teeth and pointed at the two people in front of him, saying, "You two go to the warehouse to help out and listen to the instructions of the people there."

Before the two could speak, a horse-drawn carriage was sent to take them away.

Qin Hao and the petite girl got into the carriage without really understanding what was going on.

Inside the carriage, a girl named Lilia was holding her suitcase, leaning against the innermost side, her eyes filled with disappointment.

“I believe you are the pilot.” A voice suddenly came from behind.

The petite girl looked up in surprise, and saw the man who had been standing in front of her looking at her.

"Why?" The girl didn't understand why the other person chose to trust her when everyone else was questioning her.

“A woman who is willing to put up with the smell of workers’ sweat is probably not lying,” the other person said with a gentle and kind smile.

"Thank you. Actually, my father is also a worker." The little girl bowed her head in thanks. Although she couldn't change the current situation, the fact that someone recognized her made her feel a little better.

Then she tried to comfort her, "It's okay if you can't fix cars. My dad always said that a good worker only needs to be good at one thing..." Qin Hao sat on the side of the carriage, looking at the girl in front of him.

He wasn't telling the whole truth just now.

He recognized who the person in front of him was.

Lilia Litviak
She was the best female fighter pilot in Soviet history and also one of the best in the world during that period.

Although the fact that she was a 19-year-old flight instructor was enough to surprise most people present, and even because of her age, the officers suspected that she was lying.

In fact, the petite girl in front of me first came into contact with airplanes at the age of 14 and has five years of flying experience. She performs better than most of her male peers in the flying club.

Because of her short stature, she even needed to use a cushion to see outside the cockpit in the plane, but she shot down 12 German fighter planes throughout World War II, holding the record for female pilots and being the only female ace pilot.

Because the planes were painted with white lilies, they were called the Stalingrad White Roses by German pilots!
Unfortunately, during a solo patrol mission in 1943, she was attacked by eight BF 109s. After shooting down two enemy planes, she was outnumbered and crashed, sacrificing her life.

His body was not found until 1979 in the nearby jungle, and he was posthumously awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union.

However, it's a bit strange. According to history, her highlight should have been the Battle of Stalingrad more than a year later. Why would she appear in Rostov at this time?

At this time, the unit number of the female air force unit carrying out aerial missions in this area was...

588th All-Female Night Bombing Regiment?!
Bang!

The vibrations of the carriage interrupted Qin Hao's thoughts; the two had arrived at their destination.

The escorting officer pointed to the building in front of them, which was a warehouse built of red bricks.

The sergeant jumped off the carriage, knocked on the locked door, but no one answered. He then shook his head helplessly and led the two men into a small, separate room.

The room was small, probably the place where the caretaker lived alone. There was a piece of uneaten pickled cucumber on the plate on the table.

"Damn it! That guy's deserted again!" the sergeant cursed under his breath, then said to the two men.

"You all stay here and don't wander around. He won't go too far. I'm going back now." The sergeant walked out the door, then suddenly pulled his foot back. "Let me give you a piece of advice: if he tries to sell you anything, don't buy it, or you'll regret it."

"Comrade, who exactly is he that you're talking about?"

"You'll see when you meet them." The sergeant didn't want to say more, pushed open the door, and turned to leave.

As soon as I stepped outside, I heard a voice that seemed somewhat familiar.
"Hey comrade, do you still want that lighter you confiscated last time? It would be such a waste if the higher-ups confiscated it. How about I get my two rubles back? Cigarettes too."

"Comrade, don't go. We can discuss what to exchange it for. Name your price?"

The voice sounded very familiar. As the footsteps drew closer, a thoughtful expression appeared on Qin Hao's face.

"Thank God, they finally sent people for me. I told you, no one can do this job alone! Oh, by the way, is there anything you newcomers need?"

squeak~
The door hinges clicked, and a balding man in an officer's uniform walked in, revealing his signature big yellow teeth as he spoke.

The next moment, he froze, and retreated again.

(End of this chapter)