While Lin Youde was discussing future strategies with his wives at the Eagle's Nest, the Germans' actions continued.

Reginald was an American pilot who volunteered for the International Column Air Force in Turkey, then moved to the Middle East, and applied for transfer to Germany to join the Luftwaffe after the war between Germany and Britain began. But the reason he put forward was too nonsense - he wrote in a serious way in his application, "I'm from Boston, I was born to kick the British in the ass," and the bullshit application was sent to a stern, somewhat bureaucratic personnel officer, and Reginald's transfer was not approved until September, supposedly because the personnel officer was transferred.

Upon arrival in Germany, Reginald was immediately added to the tactical bomber force, and within a few days he was ordered to take part in night air raids on British airfields.

After a few days of fighting, Reginald established a good relationship with his new crew, and the mission became more relaxed.

That night, Reginald's plane was hit by British anti-aircraft artillery while dropping bombs, one of the two engines stopped running, and the radio system was damaged.

However, Reginald managed to stabilize the plane and tried to glide into French airspace before making a forced landing or parachuting.

By this time it was already dark - Reginald's troops were carrying out the so-called morning bombardment today, and the Luftwaffe was trying to destroy the exhausted nerves of the British pilots with occasional bombing.

Reginald calls his wireless telegrapher and navigator from the inside.

Soon, the navigator Mackintosh appeared in the cockpit, and Reginald had the best impression of Mackintosh in the crew, presumably because he was German-American, and only returned to China after growing up in the United States with his parents who longed for Germany under Lin Youde. Among other things, Mackintosh, a name with a bit of an English Saxon flavor, is far more intimate to Reginald than a bunch of Hans.

"McGee," Reginald called the navigator by his nickname, "tell me where we are." ”

Mackintosh pulled out the map, pointed to the shrapnel hole in the middle of the map, and said, "I think we're here." ”

Reginald laughed, the Germans would not make such jokes - especially the stereotypical German soldiers on the bombers who were not pilots.

"Okay, no kidding, where are we, I can't keep the altitude anymore, soon we'll be through the clouds, I want to know in advance what we're going to see."

"I thought," said Mackintosh, "that we should be near Cape Dover and glide a little longer to be in the search and rescue circle of the Navy's seaplanes." ”

"Oh, that's good." Reginald nodded, "That's really good news." ”

By this time, the plane had plunged headlong into the clouds, and the entire cockpit could not see anything when it looked out. But it didn't take long for the clouds blocking the glass outside the cockpit to clear.

The first thing that catches his eye is a wide river, and then Reginald sees the castle-style London Bridge over the river, and Big Ben nearby.

Reginald turned to look at Mackintosh, "You just said where we were?" ”

Mackintosh shrugged.

At this time, the alarm sounded in the city of London below, and a dense number of anti-aircraft guns shot into the sky.

Reginald gripped the lever tightly, but within a few seconds he felt the lever in his hand suddenly lose its responsiveness.

At the same time, an exclamation came from the inside line: "The tail fin was shot!" I saw that the tail rudder was stuck entirely. ”

"Attention everyone, we are abandoned. Repeat, all attention, we abandon the machine! Do you remember the code to contact the local NERV after landing? Mandarin duck tea, remember, Mandarin duck tea. It's okay if you don't say it, just hum it. ”

"Mandarin Duck Tea" in this time and space is still a widely circulated American song, and it is only fitting to use this song as a contact code in the United Kingdom.

"If you really can't find the underground party, go to the hammam on Oak Street, remember, the hammam on Oak Street!"

Reginald was still emphasizing that his order to abandon the plane had been swiftly executed, and the crew members jumped out of the airframe one by one, leaving Reginald alone.

McIntosh shouted into the cockpit before jumping out of the airframe, "Major, you're the only one left, jump!" ”

Reginald hurriedly threw down the joystick, rushed out of the cockpit, and ran towards the side door, although the plane was out of human control, it still maintained a relatively smooth flight, and Reginald was able to jump out of the cabin.

After leaving the cabin, Reginald could only see Mackintosh's parachute in the distance, and soon the only umbrella flower disappeared from Reginald's field of vision—the early morning fog in London blocked the view.

That's a good thing, Reginald thought, to make the British unable to see where the crew members landed.

Reginald himself has no worries about what will happen after he lands, he is an American, speaks English with an authentic American accent, as long as he is not caught when he lands and he is allowed to change his clothes, then basically no one can catch him. The remaining question is only how to get back into the troops.

But after a while, Reginald began to worry again, what if he hit a building or something in the fog?

Another example is that when the ground is not good, and you break your leg - that will be troublesome, and the British will definitely strictly investigate the new broken leg injuries in the hospital.

At this time, Reginald saw the ground, and it looked like an open field with trees, probably some kind of park.

At this time, Reginald suddenly found himself lying next to the rockery-like thing below him.

The tiger propped up its upper body, looked at Reginald floating overhead, and let out a low roar of menace.

Luckily, Reginald just floated over the tiger's head, and he saw the fence, which looked like a zoo or something.

Reginald slowly landed in a pond, and the hippos in the pond looked at Reginald lazily, as if it was too cold to move.

Reginald heard someone whispering to him at the edge of the pond, "Hey, come over here!" ”

He first reached out and touched the holster, only to find that the gun had fallen off, leaving only an empty holster with the lid open. Reginald could only look in the direction from which the voice came from, and saw an old man in the Administrator's uniform waving to him.

Reginald hesitated for a moment before dragging his parachute towards the old man, and when he finally walked in front of the old man, the old man said, "You're really lucky, this neighborhood is all rich areas, and wherever you fall, you will be taken to the police station as soon as possible." Do you speak English? ”

"Yes, old man."

The old man frowned: "Colonists? ”

"Americans." Reginald corrected, adding, "Bostonians, to be exact." ”

"Hmph, not a colony yet." The old man waved his hand, "It's easy to speak English, come, give me an umbrella." The clothes I wore to work were placed in the duty room, and you might have fit. ”