Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 2: Survival crisis

　　 "Oh my God, but now it seems that this life won't be too long, you have to live." Xu Jun leaned forward in front of the porthole and thought.

　　 Xu Jun couldn’t help exclaiming angrily when he saw the various fighter jets flying up and down, “How come there are so many French and British fighters? It’s not that 3/4 of them were wiped out when the war started. Is the French plane? How did Green’s report write? Damn it, it seems that there are two teams of British "Gladiators". How can this old-fashioned biplane fight against the ME110? Fortunately, there is no "hurricane". I remember that at least two squadrons of "hurricanes" fought in France. Ah, it was the French D.520. This kind of aircraft is difficult to deal with. The maximum speed reached 529 kilometers per hour. ME110 can't fight with it. ."

　　 He didn't pay attention to the other three people in the cabin staring at him like monsters. Usually, in their eyes, this boss is considered to be an outstanding genius anywhere, except for the military. In terms of military talent, the general is almost zero. In addition to superior organizational and regulatory capabilities, it is useless in other aspects of the military. Now suddenly they saw the deputy head of state, who didn't even recognize their German fighter models, babbling out the names of various British and French fighters from their mouths. They couldn't believe their ears.

　　 "It seems that the deputy head of state hid a hand before." Lieutenant Randolph secretly admired.

　　 "Of course, I think the deputy head of state has more talents to hide. I don't know that kind of French airplane." The SS major looked admired.

　　 "I can't believe it. The day before yesterday, he pointed to JU88 and called "Stuka". I really wanted to kill him by hitting the head." Hans quietly said to the two SSs.

　　While several people were whispering, I suddenly heard a scream from the Vice-President.

　　"Go down!"

　　 Before a few people understood what happened, they saw the deputy head of state flying under the desk likewise.

　　 Those few people are professional soldiers, and their reaction is not slow. They immediately understood, and immediately lay down in the aisle. After a second, they heard the sound of bullets penetrating the case, and it sounded like they were striking an iron barrel. The bullet hit the oak shavings on the wall. The cabin seemed to have been blown by a hurricane, and documents and various debris were flying all over the sky. Then I heard an airplane screaming past the top.

　　 "Damn it! Hans, Doug, Randolph, are you all right." Xu Jun got out of the desk embarrassedly: "Hans, report the casualties."

　　 "We are all fine."

　　 Several people got up from the ground and patted the sawdust and debris on their bodies.

　　 "Ah, General, you are injured."

　　 Hans rushed forward and helped Xu Jun. "It’s okay, it’s just wiped off by a bounced fragment." Xu Jun clutched the wound on his forehead and looked at the walls on all sides. From the front right of the cabin to the rear left, wearing a series of bullet holes.

　　"It’s British planes. These are all machine guns. If it’s France, it’s a 20mm cannon. We’ve already exploded. Dogen, go back and see if there is any in the rear cabin. Was there any casualties?"

　　 "Yes, deputy head of state, I will go now." The SS major hurriedly opened the door to the rear compartment to check.

　　 Hans was looking for a bandage for Xu Jun with a first aid kit. Suddenly Xu Jun felt that the plane began to tilt to the left. He couldn't help looking at the cab and saw a string of bombs on the aluminum lattice door of the cab. hole.

　　 "Not good!" Xu Jun felt a chill in his spine.

　　 "The cab was also shot." Xu Jun pushed Hans away and rushed to the door of the cab, trying to open the door to enter. I found that the door of the cab was blocked by something and couldn't be opened. Xu Jun knocked hard, but no one answered. The plane tilted more and more to the left, and the engine made a terrible whistle.

　　 "We are diving, we are diving." Randolph exclaimed.

　　 Xu Jun gritted his teeth and hit the door with a fierce kick. The object inside was knocked open, and a gust of wind rushed toward him. Xu Jun and Hans rushed into the cab against the airflow. The sight in front of them stunned them.

　　 The original beautiful greenhouse-style cab is a mess. There are two rows of bullet holes on the bulletproof glass at the top from right to left. The two petals on the right of the four petal-shaped windshield on the nose of the aircraft directly in front and the nose machine gun have disappeared, leaving only a half meter there. Big hole around. The bombardier and the first machine gun shooter in that position was covered in blood and fell on the horizontal mat. The driver leaned his head back, a few machine gun bullets hit his body, and blood was splattered everywhere. Xu Jun knew what was in front of the door, and that was the navigator. Now he was lying behind the door, covered in blood.

　　 Xu Jun rushed to the driver's seat and pulled the control stick, trying to level the plane. He yelled to Randolph, who was not sure what to do, "Come on and help me get the driver to the back. Take off his goggles and intercom and give it to me. Then you go to the back and call the electrician. "

　　 Randolph hurriedly came over and untied the safety belt and dragged the driver’s body out of the driver’s seat~IndoMTL.com~ He took off the driver’s headset, intercom and goggles and gave them to Xu Jun, and then dragged the driver into official duties. cabin. Xu Jun put on the goggles and communicator headset, and fastened the safety belt.

　　At this time, Hans shouted from the side: "General, the navigator is still alive."

　　 Xu Jun was gritting his teeth and pulling the joystick forcefully. He shouted to Hans: "Hurry up and drag him to the rear compartment for rescue. If I need your help, I will call you on the intercom."

　　 "Understood, General. But can you fly a plane?"

　　 Xu Jun yelled, "I have seen its design drawings and flight manuals. Now anyone besides me can open this stuff? You don't want to go, I will call you when you need your help."

　　 Hans looked at Xu Jun with reverence, and dragged the lucky pilot to the rear cabin for rescue.

　　 "Stop me, baby!"

　　 Xu Jun shouted. Although the left and right balance of the airplane was corrected, it was unable to escape from the dive. The flight instrument panel hanging from the top was pierced by bullets, and the altimeter and speedometer were completely scrapped.

　　 Xu Jun had to estimate his current altitude and speed. The airplane dropped at least 2000 meters in just a few tens of seconds. The speed must have exceeded the maximum 480 kilometers per hour that the airplane can withstand. It is a miracle not to disintegrate.

　　 Xu Jun minimized the throttle, lowered all the **** and speed brakes, and desperately pulled the joystick back. The engine was still screaming, and the plane was still diving hopelessly.