The Hurricane fighter is a new type of fighter developed and produced by Japan's Nakajima Flying Machinery Co., Ltd., officially known as the Nakajima Type 4 Army Fighter, this aircraft is called the fastest Japanese fighter in World War II by the Americans, and the threat is extremely high, and the Hurricane that takes off from Myitkyina Airport in northern Myanmar is also the biggest nightmare on the Hump route.

The US transport planes were not armed at all, nor were they escorted by fighter planes, and the planes full of strong men could not go up at speed, and they could only be reduced to fish on the chopping block in front of the high-speed fighters; for a time the three pilots in the cockpit panicked and tried their best to escape from the guns of the Japanese fighters.

C47 suddenly dived at high speed, the cabin was staggered, the strong men didn't know what was going on, panicked, the wind fired, a string of bullets pierced the aluminum skin of the cabin, killed two strong men, blood splashed, everyone knew that they were afraid, ghosts and wolf howls filled the cabin, all messed up.

Guan Lu and Ji Yuqian were also so frightened that their faces turned pale, the feeling of being slaughtered by others was not very good, only the tethered pillar was not afraid, afraid of Mao, there was Yue Wumu here, and the little devil's plane was not a problem.

The plane was at full speed, evading the fire of the fighters, but it was only a matter of time before it was hit, and perhaps after a dozen seconds, the engine would explode and catch fire, and the whole plane would disintegrate in the air and become a pile of wreckage on the snowy mountain route.

At the last moment, Captain Jenkins was anxious and pulled out a Browning automatic rifle from his feet, which was his private weapon, originally used for hunting, but now had to be used against Japanese aircraft.

"You fly the plane, and I'll take care of it down." Liu Yanzhi snatched the rifle, turned around and walked to the rear hatch, the plane was very turbulent, he walked quickly and calmly step by step, Jenkins was stunned for a moment, turned around and held the joystick.

Liu Yan pushed open the door of the C47, a cold wind poured in, and the strong men grabbed the net rope in the cabin to prevent themselves from falling out, the Nakajima fighter was at five o'clock in the transport plane, about a thousand meters behind the right side, and the cannon was shining with fire.

The Japanese pilot in the fighter plane saw the rear hatch of the US military transport plane open, thinking that the crew on the plane was about to abandon the plane and parachute, and the corners of his mouth could not help but outline a smile of victory, but he did not see the parachute, only saw a small hole in his windshield.

It seemed that something was wrong, the transport plane did not have a tail turret, how could it be shot, the pilot looked at his chest in disbelief, a red bloodstain, his last sanity was how to keep this precious Imperial Army property, insisted on flying back to Myitkyina airport, but he couldn't do it anymore, a 7.62mm rifle bullet hit him in the lung, and he only had more than ten seconds to live.

Captain Jenkins saw the Nakajima fighter planted on the snowy mountain and turned into a fireball, so he breathed a sigh of relief, flattened the plane, and continued to fly along the course.

Liu Yan came back with an automatic rifle: "Captain, thank you for the gun, it's very accurate." ”

"Oh God." Captain Jenkins shouted in an incredible whisper, this Chinese actually hit the fighter with a rifle, and was actually blinded by him! Anyway, he also saved the whole plane.

The captain held out his hand to him: "Thank you, sir, I only thank two people in this life, one God and one is you, if you are ranked, I am afraid that you are still in front of God." ”

"So, do you have any extra jackets now?" Liu Yan said straight.

"Let me look for it, maybe someone else will leave it." Jenkins took a B3 sheepskin flight suit from the locker and handed it to Liu Yanzhi, "Do you want hot coffee?" ”

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Guan Lu put on a warm flight suit, held the iron cup with hot coffee in both hands, drank two sips, and finally stopped fighting with her teeth, and finally relaxed easily, suddenly her expression became extremely nervous again, and pointed to the porthole and said, "What's going on?" ”

Originally, the porthole was transparent, and you could see the mountains below, but now it has turned white, obviously there is a layer of ice, and the windows are frozen.

Liu Yanzhi hurriedly ran to the cockpit to see, and was suddenly startled, the windshield was all covered with ice, and the pilots tried to spray alcohol to the glass to de-ice, but they could only scour out a small area, and in an instant it was covered by ice, and the plane was completely blind-flying, but fortunately, the crew members were experienced and could fly by relying on the instrument.

"It's raining outside, and it freezes when it falls on the fuselage, don't worry, maybe I can't deal with fighter jets, but I'm still sure to deal with complex weather, I've flown this line hundreds of times." Captain Jenkins comforted Liu Yan and said straight, but his expression was not easy, the thermometer on the dashboard was still dropping, and the outside temperature had reached minus 30 degrees.

"We're still on the right course." "But this is speculation, and the radio is inaccurate in the event of lightning, so only God knows where we are, but we can get out of the thunderstorm zone just by continuing to fly." ”

"If you don't have a problem with the engine, you'll be fine." The co-pilot chimed in, "The engine that has just been overhauled, I think it should be fine." ”

As soon as the words fell, the right engine crackled and malfunctioned, Jenkins sprayed some alcohol, and the cockpit window scoured a small transparent area, just in time to see the engine stop again, and the propeller blades were tightly wrapped in ice.

"The height is decreasing." The co-pilot shouted, "It's going to hit the mountain!" ”

There was a mountain peak in front of it, and it was difficult for the plane to quickly climb in height with one side of the engine. The crew was in a hurry, and no one paid attention to him.

Liu Yan went straight to pull the cabin door with a wrench, but he didn't pull it, the ice froze the cabin door, and with more force, the door opened, and the bone-chilling cold made people unable to breathe, he jumped out of the arrow step, closed the hatch casually, and a snowflake flew in the cabin.

The strong men watched in horror as this happened, no one stopped them, no one screamed, they were too poor in knowledge to understand what was going on.

"Liu Yanzhi went out again." Ji Yuqian said weakly.

"He's going to save us." Guan Lu said, "Don't you notice that the altitude of the plane is decreasing?" ”

A minute later, the engine resumed running, the power of the plane increased greatly, dodged the mountain, and then like an old cow pulling a broken car, the ice-shelled plane full of soldiers climbed to a height of 20,000 feet, the possibility of hitting the mountain was minimized, and finally I could take a breath, and then look at the cabin, there was a layer of ice flowers on the inside of the portholes, and the strong men hugged together to keep warm, huddled together and warmed each other by their body temperature, and did not move at all, this is because of the high lack of oxygen.

Liu Yanzhi also returned, huddled in the corner and drank the coffee that had been cold.

After flying for a while, the thermometer showed that the temperature was back to freezing, the cabin was much warmer, and the plane had left the high mountains of the hump, followed by the great plains of India.

As the flight altitude continued to drop, the cockpit regained a clear view, the ice outside the porthole also fell off, the temperature gradually rose, and the frozen strong men gradually came to life, lying by the porthole and looking at the large green fields below.

"How much wheat has to be harvested in such a large crop field." The simple soldier sighed.

Thirteen airports in northern India are the starting point of the Hump route, Ramgarh is located in the middle of Bihar, is an arid river beach, there was originally a camp for Italian prisoners of war, now it is a large camp of the Chinese army in India, most of the army stationed in India has completed training, began to fight the Japanese army, the camp is empty, only a small number of recruits continue to train.

Lambgar Field Airport, C47 landed safely, Captain Jenkins took off his heavy flight suit and came to the ground to enjoy the warm Indian sun, suddenly he remembered something, walked to the right wing to check the engine, the engine was normal, but the propeller blades were pitted and seemed to have been smashed by a blunt object.

Jenkins scratched his head, he understood a little, but he didn't quite understand, someone had knocked on the propeller blades, shattered the ice, and saved a plane of people, but the force was too strong, and the blades were smashed out of the pit, but in that kind of meteorological conditions, people would become ice sculptures when they walked out of the cabin, and they couldn't even survive for a minute, how could they knock the ice with a blunt object.

Don't think about things you don't understand, so as not to waste brain cells, this is Jenkins's motto, anyway, every flight is a suicidal flight, live today, there may not be tomorrow, under the hump route, there are at least a thousand pilots sleeping there.

The recruits are strictly forbidden to wear domestic military uniforms to enter the camp, to prevent lice and other parasites, in the past, these military uniforms were burned and destroyed on the spot, and then the national army felt that it was wasteful, so they recycled and brought back to the next wave of recruits to wear.

The recruits put on their new khaki uniforms, long socks, and high leather shoes, and happily climbed into a Dodge truck to go to the camp, leaving only Liu Yanzhi and others, and their next stop was Calcutta, India's third-largest city 300 kilometers east of Ramgarh.

There are no official flights from Ramgarh to Kolkata, and there are no trains and cars, India is an ancient continent, and the infrastructure is not much stronger than China's.

Liu Yan looked directly at Jenkins, who made a gesture of please.

"I know it's a bit of a tough thing, but I'm not going to let everyone suffer." Liu Yan said straightly, "How about flying to Kolkata, a thousand dollars per crew member?" ”

Jenkins was a little embarrassed, the hump route was his task, and it was not against military discipline to carry passengers by the way, but flying from Ramgarh to Kolkata was an unauthorized departure.

But it was only a 300-kilometer voyage, and it was all plains with a mild climate, and it was a pity that the 3,000 dollars didn't make money, and after thinking about it for a long time, Jenkins decided to give it a try.

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