Chapter 242: Charles' Class

Charlotte doesn't care about Kovdo's trap.

At most, Charlotte cooperates with Kovdo in interviews to continue to increase his popularity and support rate in the "Meritorious Newspaper".

But these interviews have nothing to do with the airport and the incorporation of army aircraft, but shift the direction to the front-line supplies. For example, Charlotte will continue to donate marching blankets and socks to the front line, as well as food, cigarettes and other supplies.

Kovdo even revealed such information in several articles: Charlotte has no interest in incorporating army aircraft. Charlotte believes that the quality of soldiers is not the number. He has an elite flying unit with the highest quality in the world. Letting a mob join will only increase his troubles.

Kovdo understands human nature. He knows that "asking for help" and "being asked" are completely different, although both are incorporating army aircraft.

If Charles adopts a "seeking" attitude and offers various favorable conditions to call on army pilots to join, the pilots will be on guard: "Is Charles so eager to let us join for some purpose? Is it dangerous?"

But if Charles puts on an attitude of rejecting people, the pilots will be anxious: Look, Charles doesn't want us, it must be that we have not met his requirements or have some difficulties, we should work harder to win!

So, they are like crucian carp crossing the river and flocking to him.

During this period, Charles focused on aerial bombs and Caproni bombers.

He believed that it was too inefficient to use fighters to bite the tail and shoot down the Germans one by one. Bombers can directly take down enemy planes together with pilots, even backup pilots, and it is a great pleasure without any effort!

The development of aerial bombs was very fast. After all, the Saint-Etienne Arsenal was responsible for this matter. It had experience, foundation and talents. It took only one week to successfully develop it, and the performance was very stable after testing.

The Caproni bomber took a little longer. Eric and the research department took two and a half weeks to produce three prototypes.

They originally thought that they would have to test fly for at least a few weeks to make up for the shortcomings before mass production could begin.

However, the success of the test flight was beyond everyone's expectations. Its performance was quite outstanding. It could fly at a speed of 113 kilometers per hour with a load of 800 kilograms.

This made Eric overjoyed. He excitedly reported to Charles on the phone:

"This is simply a miracle, Colonel. We once doubted whether it was a tested or even improved model."

"It's hard to imagine that the prototype can be so perfect."

"113 kilometers per hour, do you know what this means?"

"It may become the safest dedicated bomber in the world!"

Charles knew what Eric meant. At present, most fighters, such as the "Avro", have a speed of about 100 kilometers per hour, and the German fighter planes are no exception.

The Caproni bomber with three engines can fly at a speed of 113 kilometers per hour when carrying heavy objects.

All fighters, whether they are their own or the enemy's, cannot keep up with Caproni, and of course it is impossible to bite its tail and shoot it down.

This means that it does not need fighter escort at all. It can go straight into the enemy camp to bomb and get away unscathed.

Charles calmly told Eric a few things:

"I hope the R & D department will continue to improve the engine horsepower."

"In addition, mass-produce bombers, and try to produce 20 within two weeks."

"At the same time, the development of single-seat fighters can also be put on the agenda!"

Eric responded excitedly: "Yes, Colonel!"

Then he couldn't help but sigh: "We may create a miracle in aviation history!"

Charles didn't want to create any miracle in aviation history, he just wanted the bomber to always maintain its speed advantage.

One day, when the Germans increased the engine horsepower so that the fighter could catch up with the 100-horsepower Caproni, Charles's 150-horsepower engine was developed.

So, the speed of the bomber will once again surpass the German fighter, and the German airport can only groan under the wings of the bomber.

This would make air combat easier, because German pilots would have to be on edge while fighting and worry about being bombed.

…

The snow stopped that day, and the sun shone brightly on the snow, which was a bit dazzling.

Charles took some time to go to the Carter Flying Club. He wanted to know the training situation of the pilots of the first squadron.

When the car was in the airport, Carter was lecturing to the students in the classroom on the first floor with his hands and feet dancing.

The students seemed to be new pilots. They did not have the vicissitudes and frost on their faces like Carter and his team before, but were more innocent and passionate.

However, Carter's ability to teach did not seem to be very good, and the classroom was lifeless and a little depressing.

Carter also looked distressed and scratched his head anxiously. He and the students seemed to be performing the process of "torturing each other".

Carter saw Charles coming in from a distance, so he raised his head to the students and asked, "Haven't you always wanted to see Colonel Charles?"

The students were refreshed and sat up straight one by one.

Carter smiled and waved to Charles outside the door. The students all exclaimed in unison. Could it be that the young colonel in front of them was Charles?

Carter stepped forward and shook hands with Charles, and said helplessly: "Say a few words, Colonel. Many of them joined our flight squadron because they wanted to see you. They don't want to attend the class at all."

The classroom was quiet for a few seconds. The students finally confirmed that it was Charles in front of them, and the classroom instantly rang with fierce applause.

Charles walked up to the podium calmly, saying in a steady tone: "Hello, gentlemen. If you joined the flying squadron because you wanted to see me, you may be disappointed. Because you may see me more often on the streets of Paris than here."

The students laughed knowingly. Many people did make this mistake. They thought that Charles was the captain of the flying squadron and they could become Charles' subordinates here.

But the fact is that Charles rarely goes to the flying club once a month.

After the laughter died down, Charles asked a question: "Do you know what is the difference between the flying squadron and other arms?"

The students were silent for a while, and answered one after another:

"The flying squadron fights the enemy in the sky, Colonel."

"We have faster speed!"

"We have more women who like us!"

...

The students laughed loudly, Carter glared, and the students quickly stopped laughing, but still had a smile on their faces.

This is the nature of pilots. They should be unrestrained and have their own personality. If they follow the rules in everything, it will be difficult to become an excellent pilot.

Charles did not lose his temper. He answered word by word: "I think the biggest difference is that you are alone, gentlemen. You can only rely on yourself on the battlefield. No one can help you!"

The students' faces became solemn, and some of them nodded silently.

They knew what Charles meant. Air combat during this period lacked basic communication equipment. It was difficult for aircraft to coordinate with each other. Basically, they could only rely on themselves. They bit the enemy's tail or were bitten by the enemy. The aircraft malfunctioned, leaked oil, and was even hit by the enemy and fell...

Everything could only be done by yourself until the last step.

Sometimes, even if there were comrades watching by your side, they still couldn't help, and could only watch it all happen.