Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 318: Gerhart’s Little Adventure (Part 1)

Hanging under the new type 40-1 parachute, Lieutenant Gerhardt gloomily watched his landline crash down on the edge of a huge pond. The huge impact force broke the nose of the aircraft, and it was strange that it immediately merged. There was no explosion. …. …"Perhaps because of the lack of fuel remaining." Gerhardt thought at the time.

Then he began to consider, looking for a seemingly safe empty field to land. Gerhardt first waved to his comrades who were driving the fighter jets around him to indicate that he was okay, and then he pulled the control cable next to the shoulder strap and controlled the direction of the parachute descending.

"The terrain here is really terrible, it is simply a pilot’s nightmare." Gerhardt carefully inspected the terrain under his feet, only to find that the ground was densely covered with small hills, and he looked up here. The whole area is such a low hill. Seen from the air, there are scattered small villages among the hills, and the hillsides and open spaces outside the villages are covered with small patches of fields. The utilization rate of farmland here has almost reached the point where there is a crack.

Gerhart's fighter jet fell on the farmland next to a pond, and he saw many figures running out of nearby villages and surrounding him in the direction of his plane. Then he saw a little farther away, an FW190 was lowering its altitude, flying at a slow speed, and it seemed that the pilot was planning to make an emergency landing. Because of the distance, Gerhart couldn't see the number of the plane. At that moment, there was a hint of ecstasy in his mind, because he found that he was accompanied, and he was not alone.

But later he began to worry, this place can be said to be no three feet flat, at least within his visual range, only a few flat areas were found, and they were basically divided into fragments by the ridge. , This area is simply not enough for an emergency landing fighter.

However, the pilot of that plane seemed to be lucky. It seemed that he had found a flat area of ​​sufficient size. Gerhardt watched the plane slowly turn around the emergency landing point, then flattened the fuselage and started to move. Slide down. At this time, Gerhardt could see from the opponent's flight state that the fighter had lost power. The second lieutenant of the Air Force couldn't help sweating for him, and secretly prayed that his comrades could land safely.

The result made Gerhardt very happy. The plane landed smoothly on the ground. I don't know which lucky guy in the brigade was. He must have a good relationship with God.

But then Gerhardt was discouraged to find that, because he was only watching his comrades crash landing, he had been blown away by the mountain winds from the landing he had found, and now his parachute was drifting towards one. Sliding away on the side of the mountain.

"Oh no, no, no. Don't do this to me, God." Lieutenant Gerhardt pulled **** the parachute control cable. He wanted to change the direction, but it was too late to remedy it at the moment, he could only watch as he rushed towards the large lush canopy on the mountain.

I don’t know how many branches were broken. Ludwig Gerhardt, the ensign of the Luftwaffe Air Force pilot, passed through the dense trees and fell heavily on the hillside. Finally, the parachute rope was entangled in the branches. With the obstacle of a few low bushes, Gerhardt did not roll all the way to the bottom of the slope.

"Damn it." It took a long time for Gerhardt to recover. He got up from the bushes and examined his body. Finally, except for a slight pain in the shoulder. The other parts are normal, and there is no injury in this situation, which is really lucky.

Gerhart slapped the quick-release buckle on his chest, releasing the strap of the umbrella bag. He knelt down and looked around, and found that there was no sign of people coming. Gerhardt took off the flying cap, shaking off the remaining limbs and leaves, then took off the leather flying gloves, and put it aside with the flying cap. Immediately after that, the ensign of the Air Force took off the flight leg bag strapped to the breeches, pulled out the map from it, and then took out the compass from the pocket of the flight jacket. Determined the direction of the hillside where I was.

But at this time he was still unable to determine his exact location, so he decided to find a way to go down the mountain first. Gerhardt remembered seeing several villages nearby before landing, and thought he could get some help from the villagers. The second lieutenant of the Air Force removed the life-saving bag from the umbrella bag. Opened and checked the equipment inside, and found that everything was correct, I hung the canvas bag on the belt of the back waist.

Putting on the flying cap and gloves again, Gerhardt cautiously supported the trees on the hillside and began to walk down the hillside. Fortunately, the **** where the ensign fell is not very steep, and the forest is not particularly dense. Soon he encountered a small road opened by local residents, along the winding mountain road, finally let him reach the bottom of the mountain safely. Walking out of the gloomy woods and bathing in the sun, Lieutenant Gerhardt took a deep breath. The air carried a peculiar fragrance of vegetation and soil, reminding him of his hometown far away in Germany.

After distinguishing the direction again with the compass, Gerhardt was going to head west. There was a winding road under the hillside, and along this road you should be able to meet the village. The second lieutenant of the Air Force tidied up his military appearance. He felt that it was necessary to maintain the image of an officer of the Luftwaffe in front of the first Chinese encountered.

Gerhardt is only twenty-two years old today. He is a handsome Germanic officer. Although he is 1.76 meters tall, he is not very prominent among Germans, but he has a slender body with a wide shoulders and a slender body. He has an athlete-like physique.

At this time, he was wearing a Luftwaffe-style summer flight cap with a Leitz-style shatter-resistant goggles with light gray safety glass lenses. The chin strap was opened, and the earphone cord extending from the back of his head hung over his chest. .

He wore a black leather flight jacket on his upper body, which he bought in France. This style of waist short jacket has become a popular among the brigade, and it has almost become the standard wear of the brigade.

The earliest instigator was Lieutenant Nemo. After he went to Paris, he ran back wearing such a leather jacket, and then wore it every day to show off in front of people, and finally everyone in the brigade bought one. Even Major Speru went to the store to purchase a customized version.

With a large lapel that can be closed with a concealed button, a military rank is worn on the leather strap of the shoulder, and the silver eagle badge of the Luftwaffe on the right chest shows an indescribable ability to look at it. . The lower body wears a pair of officer-style breeches, which of course have been customized and modified. Because of the possibility of participating in some foreign affairs activities, the pilots of this task force are all dressed more formally. The whole team is the same as Gerhardt. dress up.

Gerhart was very happy that his plane was not on fire when it crashed, which means that he may still find his personal luggage behind the cockpit of the cabin, which contains his replacement underwear, leather boots and large eaves army. cap. Gerhardt hoped that these items would not be taken away by the locals who found the wreckage, because once they were lost, there would be no place to buy them in the east temporarily.

Walk down the path for less than one kilometer and climb up a small slope. Lieutenant Gerhardt discovered a village not far away. Then Gerhardt saw the first Chinese man he had met in his life. That man was standing next to the farmland under the slope, staring blankly at the German officer on the top of the **** with his mouth open. This is a middle-aged man with a strong personality, with strong muscles on his arms, and his skin is dark and translucent due to years of work. Wearing a blue-gray short coat, a pair of black trousers on the lower body, the trouser legs are pulled to the knees, and straw sandals on the feet.

"Hello." Gerhardt tried to make himself kinder, he smiled at the man and waved his hand.

Obviously, the Chinese didn’t understand the ensign’s Mandarin. At first he stood there and stared blankly, then slowly backed away, then turned around and ran towards the distant village quickly, while running back While shouting loudly in a language that Gerhardt couldn't understand.

Maybe I went to the village to find someone, Gerhardt guessed. He felt a little incomprehensible about the Chinese people's performance after seeing him. The second lieutenant of the Air Force stood on the dirt **** for a while, watching the man running further and further without looking back, shrugging his shoulders helplessly, and Gerhardt came down the dirt **** along the path and followed the man to escape. In the direction, walking towards the village not far away.

But before he reached the entrance of the village, a large group of people suddenly emerged from the village. They were holding various sticks and farming tools, and they hurried toward Gerhardt while shouting loudly.

"Oh, what a hell." Gerhardt realized that something was wrong. These Chinese people are not here to welcome themselves.

The second lieutenant of the Air Force couldn't help but stretched out his hand to unlock the leather holster around his waist, and pulled out the Air Force special version Mauser issued two months ago from it. Seeing the group of local Chinese people running closer and closer with their weapons in their hands, Gerhardt felt it necessary to give a warning to the opponent. He raised his pistol and pulled the trigger into the air. A clear gunshot sounded in the air. The crowds swarming along the dirt road did not feel scared at all, but their shouts and shouts became louder.

At this time, the few villagers who rushed to the front had ran to a place more than ten meters away from Lieutenant Gerhardt. When they could see the clothes of the German ensign, their original firm footsteps suddenly hesitated. The look became very strange.

At this moment, one of the villagers who seemed to be in their 50s and 60s suddenly shouted something out loud, and the villagers who had come up from all around gradually stopped. At a distance of seven or eight meters from Lieutenant Gerhardt, a large circle formed, tightly surrounding the German pilots.

Gerhart didn't know what further action these people wanted to take. In order to show goodwill, he carefully lowered Mauser's muzzle. The second lieutenant of the Air Force felt that there must be some misunderstanding. At this time, it is best not to break out unnecessary conflicts. There are only 20 bullets in his pistol, and there are at least seventy or eighty people surrounded by him. The consequences of the fight are obvious.

At this time, the leading Chinese old man shouted something again, and then a middle-aged man squeezed out of the crowd behind, and Gerhardt recognized him as the one who had escaped before. The old man looked a little angry, he scolded the man loudly, it should be a rebuke, Gerhardt felt so. Then the man also argued loudly, and the crowd on the side also talked about each other.

Gehrhardt found that the hostility in the villagers’ eyes had basically disappeared. What was replaced was the kind of curiosity when seeing new things. Surrounded by dozens of pairs of these eyes, Gehr Lieutenant Hart felt embarrassment written all over his body at the moment, he carefully retracted Mauser's holster, but he didn't expect to cause another discussion in the crowd.

At this time, the argument between the old man and the man has ended, and the winner finally gave the opponent a fierce mind. The victor murmured cursively, then put on a smiling face and greeted Gerhardt.

The old man walked up to Gerhardt, smiled at the ensign, and then pointed his finger at the sky.

"Aircraft, yes, yes." Gerhardt nodded vigorously, then gestured like an airplane with his hands.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuzi." Gerhardt made a gesture of air combat, and then pointed his finger at the eagle emblem on his chest.

"Luftwaffe, Germany, German." Gerhardt said loudly.

The "German" old man tried to learn the pronunciation of Gerhardt~IndoMTL.com~Yes, German, a sudden pilot of an airplane. "Gerhart patted his armband.

"Friends, friends." The ensign patted the chest again.

Zhang Zhongfu, the commander of Chuangou Village, tilted his head and frowned. He didn't understand what the foreigner was saying, but one thing was clear. This was a foreigner's pilot, not a little Japan.

"I heard a while ago that some old men were helping us fight devils. Could it be that this is a furry? Ah, yeah, Zhang Xiao’s four tortoise sons can be regarded as miserable." Zhang Zhongfu turned his head again and fiercely. He glanced at the villager who reported the letter.

"Talk to me in the village." Zhang Jiachang gestured to Gehrhardt to follow him.

"Understood." Gerhardt understood what the other party meant and nodded quickly. So surrounded by a group of villagers, the ensign of the German Air Force walked towards the village not far away.

At this time, Gerhardt will not know that what he will encounter next will be an experience to show off to others countless times in his life. (To be continued.)