Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 7: The coming of death

　　 Xu Jun stared at the farmland in the distance through the smoke in the cockpit.

　　 While rejoicing for his luck, he quickly made preparations for an emergency landing. First, the nose of the aircraft had to be aligned, and then the **** were lowered to start slowing down, lowering the throttle, and Xu Jun skillfully operated the aircraft toward the farmland.

　　 Xu Jun did not put down the landing gear. When using the landing gear to force landing on that kind of soft soil, the landing gear will sink into the soil. The lighter one will use a big tip and one head into the ground, and the heavy one will fall forward. Buckle over and start to roll and fall to pieces.

　　 glanced at the meter reading, the altitude has dropped to 300 meters. The speed dropped to 260, which was still a little faster. Xu Jun was going to pull the nose to the elevation angle when he was approaching the ground, so that he might be able to slow down a bit more, and first landing the tail on the ground could also reduce the ground to the cockpit. The impact.

　　 Xu Jun felt that his adrenaline was secreting a lot. He was holding the joystick firmly in both hands, his muscles were tight, and his breathing began to speed up. Success or failure was at this point. But at this moment, Xu Jun saw a scene that he would never forget.

　　 Just ahead, a flash of light suddenly appeared in the air between the plane and the farmland. With the flash of light, a huge object suddenly appeared in the void that had nothing.

　　 That thing looks like a man-made, shaped like a cigar, it looks seventy or eighty meters long, the blue-gray shell shimmers with metallic luster, there is a protruding building on the cigar, and there are Along with the railing, there are several rudder-like cross wings on one end of the cigar. The thing is like it has existed there for 10,000 years, calmly and steadily in the air, stopping on the course that Xu Jun must pass.

　　 Xu Jun couldn't believe his eyes when the object appeared. He even touched the front windshield glass to prove that the object in front of him was nothing but a stain on the glass. After seeing the shape of the thing, Xu Jun was stunned. The thing looked like a ship. . . .

　　"Submarine?"

　　 Xu Jun didn’t understand why he would see a submarine in the air at 300 meters. He didn’t even understand why the submarine would stand upright in front of him. The only thing he understood now was that his short-term loss of consciousness caused himself Can't avoid the obstacle that suddenly appeared. Now Xu Jun is sitting in the 2,450 kilograms of metal products, carrying the remaining 200 liters of fuel, and is rushing toward another pile of metal that seems to be 2,000 tons at a speed of 260 kilometers per hour.

　　 "Ah!!! Get out!"

　　 Xu Jun only had time to make the last scream, and then watched as he crashed into the "submarine".

　　 At the moment of the impact, Xu Jun suddenly felt that the time around him seemed to have stagnated, and the movement of the objects around him became very slow, and he was able to see the trajectory of every fragment that fell apart.

　　 Xu Jun found that he was like a bystander who had nothing to do with this, watching all this happen quietly and curiously. He found that his plane did not really hit the shell of the "submarine". The plane began to break apart one meter from the shell, as if it had hit a transparent wall.

　　 He watched curiously as the propeller blades slowly twisted and fractured in front of his eyes, the engine shell shattered like eggshells, and the crankcase slowly disintegrated into pieces in front of his eyes, and the fuel was broken. Splashing around in the pipe of the two planes, the two nose machine guns became soft like noodles, entangled with each other and wiped the canopy cover and slowly flew back. He saw the 50 mm thick armored windshield glass shattered into countless crystal clear small diamonds floating slowly towards the face, he saw the joystick slowly inserted into his abdomen, he saw the dashboard twisted into a The strange shape was squeezing into his chest. The broken instrument glass resembled a sharp blade, cutting off the tough seat belt and the rubber tube of the oxygen mask and then cutting into his body. He saw his blood flowing from various wounds. Splashed out.

　　 Xu Jun wondered how he didn't feel any, pain, pressure, vibration, nothing. The fixed frame of the engine and the tail of the 20mm cannon penetrated into the cockpit like a thin piece of paper through the fire barrier. Xu Jun coldly watched the steel bars tear himself apart, and the surrounding light was slow. Slowly darkened, slowly blurred, death turned out to be like this, Xu Jun sighed, and then sank into the deep darkness.