Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 30: Friends

　　""Shell No.3" calls "Beach", "Shell No.3" calls "Beach", my current course is 282 and altitude is 1500. I am going to enter No.6 area."

　　"This is "Beach", "Shell No. 3", you must search carefully and pay attention to safety. Report it as soon as possible."

　　 "Yes, "Shell No. 3" understands."

　　 Luftwaffe Lieutenant Slutton released the button of the communicator. He pressed the rudder lightly and pushed the joystick a little forward. The AR196 reconnaissance plane drew a beautiful arc and tilted. Flew towards the distant sea.

　　 "Rowe, what do you think we will find this time?" Slutton asked the observer sitting behind him.

　　"I don’t know, Lieutenant, I’m a little worried. It’s too close to those British people. Lieutenant."

　　"Don’t worry, their fighter jets in France have been defeated by us, and those on their island only dared to nest in their homes. We are safe. You have to pay attention to observe and don’t miss anything. They are very important. The situation here."

　　 "Understand, Lieutenant."

　　 AR190 lowered its altitude a bit, kept it at an altitude of 1000 meters and started flying at fast speed.

　　 "Lieutenant, there is a situation!" Lowe suddenly saw something.

　　"Where is it?"

　　 "We are thirty degrees ahead to the right."

　　Sluton tilted the plane a bit and flew toward the sea in that direction.

　　 "Three small cargo ships." The observer looked at with a telescope. "There is no flag marking. But judging from the ship's shape, it looks like a Dutch coastal freighter."

　　 "Report to headquarters immediately." Slutton ordered. "The Netherlands has been occupied by us, and their ships should not be here."

　　"Understood, Lieutenant. "Beach". "Beach" here is "Shell No. 3". I heard nothing."

　　 "I heard it, "Shell No. 3", I heard it very clearly. What's the matter?"

　　"We found three small Dutch freighters in the No. 6 area. Their location is 132A1231F. Those ships have a heading of 87 and a speed of about 8 knots."

　　"Continue to observe, "Shell No. 3", can you see the names of those boats clearly?"

　　"Please wait for "Beach", we can try."

　　 Lowe then called to Slaughton: "Lieutenant, they want us to find out the names of those ships."

　　 "I see."

　　Sluden gently pressed down the joystick, and the plane began to slowly dive down towards the three small freighters. When flying over the ships, Slaughton began to circle the ships. Slaughton was skillfully manipulating the lightweight reconnaissance plane flying at a height only a little higher than the masts of the ships, and he could even clearly see the faces of the sailors who were waving their fists at him.

　　 "They must be angry, see what they look like." Slaughton said to Lowe with a smile.

　　"N14. N15. N20" Lowe apparently didn't hear Slutton's words. "They obliterated the name of the ship. They should be military transport ships requisitioned by the British Navy."

　　 "Then report to headquarters." Slutton yelled. "They are sailing towards the Red 2 minefield. Either they are crazy and want to commit suicide, or the British have swept out a channel there. Report to the headquarters."

　　 ""Beach", "Beach", this is "Shell No.3", we have found out... Lieutenant, be careful, they are going to fire on us." Lowe cried out in fear.

　　 "I see, you continue to report, I can handle it." Slaughton also saw the machine guns erected on the bridges and sterns of the small boats, and the British crew were busy loading the machine guns.

　　Sluton knew that he was in trouble, and now he was in a very unfavorable position. He was passing through the middle of the ships, flying from their stern to the bow. Now turning in any direction will expose its fragile abdomen to one of the boats, and it is too late to climb. It is difficult for the AR196 to climb quickly at this speed. Now only a hard drive, Slutton increased the throttle sharply, lowered the nose, and the engine roared. AR196 was fast advancing close to the sea surface, and the strong airflow of the propeller made a white trail on the sea behind the tail of the aircraft.

　　 "Tack tack tack..." The crisp firing sound of the Maxine anti-aircraft machine gun sounded. The British sailors enthusiastically poured bullets into the small reconnaissance plane, and for a while the plane was almost swallowed by countless flare bullets.

　　Sluton gritted his teeth and pushed the accelerator fiercely, his eyes fixed on the sea ahead, as long as he flew out of this dangerous distance, he could start climbing, and then he was safe. He didn’t even look at those tracer bullets wiping the cockpit canopy, nor the terrible “pop” when the bullet hit the aircraft shell. He only knew he was driving his own plane crazy now. Sprinting against the surface of the sea, as long as you rush out to win.

　　The plane finally rushed out of the terrifying bullet rain. The flare bullets flying outside the cockpit all disappeared. There was an empty sea in front of me, and the freighters were thrown far behind. Although the whole process only took a few seconds, it was as long as a few years for Slaughton. Slaughton took a long breath, pulled up the control stick, and the plane began to climb slowly. At this time, Slaughton realized that his flight suit had been soaked in sweat.

　　" Lowe, how about you, the front is too dangerous. I didn’t expect this small cargo ship to have such fierce firepower. Fortunately, our engine was not shot, otherwise everything will be over. You report the situation here. Has the headquarters gone? Lowe?"

　　 "Lieutenant, my situation is a bit bad." Lowe replied weakly in the rear compartment.

　　 "What's wrong!"

　　Sluton quickly turned his head and looked at him, and saw that his observation hand was leaning on the side of the cockpit, the seat belt was loosened, and Lowe was holding the first aid hemostatic bag against the wound in the flight suit. His flight suit was stained blood red.

　　 "Rowe! You were shot!" Slutton saw a string of bullet holes in the cockpit bulkhead.

　　 "Damn, they hit you. How are you hurt, can you hold it?"

　　 "I don't know, Lieutenant, it looks very serious, I don't know how long I can last, they may hit my lungs." Lowe said weakly, and then he began to cough violently, blood from His mouth welled up.

　　"Hold on. Lowe, I'll return home immediately. You have to hold on and press the wound. Don't talk." Slutton turned his head and quickly pointed the compass needle to the return route. Then he began to turn. He was afraid that Lowe might not be able to bear the violent maneuvers, so he carefully and softly controlled the plane and flew towards the base.

　　 "Lieutenant." Lowe called Slaughton from the rear cabin.

　　 "What is it."

　　 "I haven't had time to report the situation to the headquarters."

　　 "It's okay, I'll report. You have to hold on, a German pilot shouldn't die in the hands of an idiot British sailor. Besides, that's a crappy gunman." Sluton encouraged Lowe, then he pressed Press the communication button.

　　""Shell No.3" calls "Beach", "Shell No.3" calls "Beach"."

　　"This is "Beach", "Shell Number Three", what happened before, are you under attack?"

　　 "The three Dutch freighters we found earlier were military transport ships requisitioned by the British. The ship number is..." Sluton suddenly couldn't remember the ship numbers of those ships.

　　 "N14. N15. N20." Lowe reminded him weakly, and then began to vomit blood again.

　　"The ship number is N14. N15. N20. They are heading towards the Red 2 minefield, and they may have cleared a channel. Their course is 84 and their speed is 8 knots. Also, they are armed, mine The observer was hit and seriously injured. Please prepare rescue personnel at the base immediately. I am returning now."

　　 "Understood, "Shell Number Three", we will prepare everything, and, well done, "Shell Number Three"."

　　 "Thank you." Slutton released the communication button.

　　 "Luo Wei, you have to withstand it. They are ready to rescue. When we arrive at the airport, you can get the best rescue. Don't worry."

　　 "I can hold on. When the war is over, I will go to Paris with you to stroll around."

　　"Hahaha, great, I will definitely take you to the best restaurant there for dinner. You can also buy beautiful clothes and jewelry for your Ilsa. Think about your little Ilsa, She is so beautiful, she is still waiting for you to bring your gifts home. I can’t wait to see how she looks when she wears the highest fashion in Paris."]

　　 "Cough. Cough. Cough..." Lowe coughed violently.

　　 "Hey, are you okay." Slutton asked with concern.

　　 "It's okay, I just thought of Ilsa, and now I have to stick to it. I must not let you use my sister's mind after I die."

　　 "What does it matter, I am the best pilot in the group, and I have won so many medals. Don't worry, she will be happy with me."

　　 "She's only 16 years old, you playboy, it's a disgrace to the Luftwaffe. I decided to kill you before I die. Lieutenant." Lowe didn't realize that he and Slutton had started using you to each other Called.

　　 "Hahaha, you fellow, we have to land after we land. Hold on."

　　 "Understand, Lieutenant."

　　 "Call me Slaughton, we are friends long ago, why do you keep calling me lieutenant."

　　 "Because you have always been suspicious of my sister."

　　"..."

　　 The hemostatic bag was soaked in blood, and Lowe began to wonder if he could really hold on.

　　 The plane began to lower its altitude, and now the coastline of Calais, France is clearly visible. Slutton finally let go of his heart, it seems that he should be able to make it in time, and Lowe will be saved as long as he persists for ten minutes.

　　Sluton suddenly found two black spots on his upper left rushing towards him.

　　"Well? Are you my own?"

　　Sluton stared at the two black spots closely. The two black spots were still diving towards him at a fast speed.

　　 "It doesn't look good, how could I run into this kind of thing."

　　As the distance got closer and closer, Slutton finally saw the appearance of the two planes, the gray shell, double wings, ugly engine fairing and enclosed cockpit.

　　""Gladiator"! How the **** would you run into a British plane at your base? Lowe, hold on again, buckle your seat belt, we have company."

　　 Lowe also saw the two planes. He struggled to fasten his seat belt, and then turned his seat back to the rear with one hand tightly covering the wound, and the other holding the MG13. The handle of an aviation machine gun.

　　 "Let them come, Slaughton, you don't care about me, I can stand it."

　　 "Okay, friends, let them know how good we are. Huh? What do you call me? I seem to hear you call my name."

　　 Before Lowe could answer, Slutton slammed the plane to the side, and then buckled, and the plane swooped down towards the ground. The two "Gladiators" obviously didn't expect this reconnaissance plane to be able to make this kind of action. They rushed into the air and skimmed past AR196.

　　 "It's okay, Lowe, is it okay?" Slutton was still a little worried that his maneuvers would make Lowe unbearable.

　　 "It's okay, I think my blood may have stopped a little, now it's not as serious as before." Lowe pressed his **** wound, gritting his teeth and pretending to be very relaxed.

　　 "I think we still have to land quickly, I will try to get rid of them." Slutton increased the throttle and flew toward his airport desperately.

　　 "They should be following up again, Slutton, I can't see them clearly now." Lowe thought he might be dying, and the scene before him was blurred. He felt that he didn't even have the strength to pull the trigger. The sound of the engine in his ears changed as if it were coming from a long distance, and then he found that his eyes suddenly went dark and he lost consciousness.

　　 "Hold on." Slutton yelled. Lowe did not answer. Slutton quickly looked back and found that Lowe's head came down from the side of the seat.

　　 "Damn, **** it. These **** British guys! Lowe, hold on and see how I avenge you, friend."

　　 Then Slutton fiercely made a sharp circle with a rod plane, turned its nose, and rushed toward the two "Gladiators".

　　"Rotti...Rotti..."

　　 Lowe felt vaguely that someone was calling him. At first, the voice was as soft as it came from a distance. Then it got closer and clearer. Who is calling me, I am not Is it dead? Is this the angel calling me? Why can't I see anything? No~IndoMTL.com~ I am familiar with this voice, who is it? By the way, it was Slutton, he was calling me.

　　 Luo Wei suddenly woke up from his coma, he opened his eyes and looked around blankly. The first thing that came into his eyes was the concerned face of Lieutenant Slutton.

　　 "Haha, you finally woke up. You know you have been in a coma for a day. I thought you would sleep like this forever. Then your little Ilsa would have to be taken care of by me."

　　"Hehehe, lieutenant, my wound is still very painful. I hope you don’t make this kind of joke to make me laugh. I remember that we were being chased by two "Gladiators" before I lost consciousness. How did you escape? Out of pursuit."

　　Sluton smiled triumphantly and said: "At the time I thought you were dead, and I was going crazy. I turned around and prepared to fight with those two chores. I didn't expect the two chops to be both. Rookie. They greeted me and prepared to attack me. As a result, I used our 20mm cannon to kill their lead plane outside their range, and the remaining one immediately ran away. Then I was I realized that you still had a breath, so I landed at the base as soon as possible. You are really dead. The doctor said that it was a miracle that you could survive. You know how much I was..."

　　Sluton stopped suddenly, he looked at Lowe who was smiling, and slowly stretched out his hand.

　　 "It's nice to see you back, my friend."

　　 "Me too, friend!"

　　 Lowe held Sluton's hand tightly, and both of them's eyes began to wet slowly.