Chapter 52: Blood Stains the Sky
The German fighter was like a swimming shark, looking for its next prey in the air. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info I approached quickly from below him, and the daring pilot didn't let the wingman follow.
I was in his blind spot and bit his tail smoothly.
"Give Me !! Death"
"Da Da Da"
With my roar, the bullet shattered his fuselage, and with a violent explosion, the enemy plane disintegrated in the air.
"Melon batch!"
Killing him and belittling his IQ by the way, I was finally in a better mood after being frightened.
Fate is like a child, always inadvertently playing a joke with you.
As soon as I calmed down, I was stunned by the rain of bullets, the fuselage shook violently, the burst oil pipe sprayed the cockpit with oil everywhere, and the enemy plane locked on to me again. This time I'm just one Mars away from death!
I hurriedly grabbed the lever to dodge, but the plane lost control at this moment. No matter how much I pulled the lever, the plane didn't react at all, rolling violently in the air, and from time to time a large piece of the fuselage was torn off.
In the eyes of the enemy planes, I was already a dead man, and they allowed me to roll away from the war zone, and in this state, the planes without ejection seats did not even have the conditions to parachute, and there was no need to mend the knife.
When I was about to vomit, the plane finally stopped rolling, and I quickly stabilized the plane and fled from the battlefield.
I took out a cigarette and tried to light it for myself, but the little grease on the cover made me smile wryly and put it away. I don't know how long the plane will last, but the safest way is to skydive.
I took out my packed parachute behind my seat, and I was stunned by the smoking hole in the parachute.
"Thief God, you're not happy if you don't play with me, right?"
I put down my parachute bag and carefully controlled the broken plane, hoping that my daughter-in-law would be able to hold on to her parents' house.
I only knew the general direction of the airport, but I didn't know the exact location, and after flying for almost an hour, the plane's engine stopped, and the ruptured oil pipe spilled all the way in the tank, and it was a miracle to make it here.
Underneath the plane was a large expanse of farmland, which was ideal for a forced landing, so I chose a relatively flat wheat field and controlled the nose of the plane to descend to the altitude. Then I found another terrible thing, the landing gear couldn't be put down.
There are too many lice to press down, I'm already numb, there is no landing gear, it's not bad, the plane is not smoking yet.
As soon as I thought of this, I smelled the stench of burning rubber, and I turned back in horror to see the flickering flames. Due to the reduced speed of the plane, the spark was suppressed and burned, and billowing smoke billowed from the back half of the plane.
Fortunately, the plane finally lowered its altitude and got closer and closer to the ground. Looking at the approaching ground, I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes.
The plane slammed into the ground, then bounced high again, and then crashed into the ground, the huge inertia scraped the ground out of a deep trench, and if it hadn't been for the seat belt tying me up, I would have been thrown out of the airport.
When the plane finally stopped, I quickly unbuckled my seat belt, opened the hatch and rolled down with smoke, the flames of which had already burned to my back.
The soft dirt caught me, I staggered to my feet, stumbled away from the plane, and just after walking less than 10 meters, the plane exploded!
"Jump!"
The flames detonated the machine-gun bullets that didn't shoot out of the plane, like a festive firecracker. I kept my body as low as I could, and this kind of stray bullet was the most dangerous.
Before dark, a car full of soldiers came to the farm, and about a squad of soldiers, led by an officer, surrounded me with the click of bullets.
"My own people, do you have smoke? Order me one."
I didn't want to move a finger, flying a plane was really TMD, and I finally understood why there were so few female pilots in World War II, there was no power assist device in this plane, and most women couldn't pull the light lever (see no booster on the steering wheel of the truck).
The British officer lit a cigarette for me, and he recognized the British Air Force flight suit, which was no longer visible. The soldiers put away their guns and skillfully carried me into the car, and I didn't need to open my mouth to know that I would be sent to the airport, it seems that I have a lot of experience, and it is definitely not the first time I have encountered this kind of thing.
"Hey, buddy, how many planes did you shoot down?"
"Surely a lot of it"
"At first glance, it's a rookie, otherwise why would it be knocked down"
"Didn't the ace pilots also get shot down?"
"It doesn't look like him, I went to see the plane, and there are no criteria for shooting down enemy planes"
"That's it, wasn't the last time I was knocked down the first time I went up?"
The soldiers were young, and before I could say anything, I was blushing and arguing.
I ignored these energetic young people, who fell asleep in a daze by the car.
It was late at night when I got back to the airport, and a few paramedics had just stopped and ran over on stretchers. After lifting me out of the car, a doctor gave me a brief full body examination on the spot.
"I'm fine, can I get something to eat? Starve me to death! ”
In the restaurant at the airport, I was biting into the steak, not caring about the taste, just trying to fill my stomach quickly.
A hand suddenly reached out in front of my eyes, and I looked up to see a smiling Martin. I was a little embarrassed to see my "father-in-law", his "daughter" would still be burning in the wheat field, and I didn't know how to face this serious old man.
"Reacquaint, I'm your mechanic Martin, it's a pleasure to meet you"
I quickly got up, wiped my hands on my clothes, and held with him, lowering my head and not daring to look at him.
"Lisa's ......"
"I know it all, you're good. One plane was replaced by two enemy aircraft, one of which was also an ace pilot of the German army. Tian, you're a celebrity on our flying team right now."
It seems that Taylor's guy came back safely, otherwise the news would not have spread so quickly. I was relieved that Martin didn't pursue the plane.
"I'll just say you don't die so easily, you bastard deceived my tears!"
Taylor ran into the restaurant in his shorts and vest, hugged me excitedly, and kissed me the neck. I was startled and quickly pushed him away.
"I can warn you, be careful if I beat you up again!"
I'm actually glad that someone cares, provided that it's not expressed in such a passionate way. Martin watched with a grin, and his temperament changed a little after getting his approval.
"You know, I was scared to death when I saw you shot down. I've already dealt with that bastard who hit you, and there's nothing left of the volley blast scum. I should have seen you sooner, or you wouldn't have been in trouble."
Taylor blamed himself a little, and I knew I couldn't really blame him, where was the opportunity for you to go to your teammates in the chaotic air battles. As soon as the fighter formation separated, there was no chance to form a formation unless the battle was over.
"Okay, it's all over, I just want to know when I can go to heaven again"
"Don't worry, I've found your next plane, you're satisfied," Martin chimed in.
No matter what I said, they didn't tell me what the new plane was, they just told me to rest in peace and take me to see it the next day. The mysterious appearance of the god whetted my appetite.