Inside the rescue buoy, illuminated by dim lights, a metal quill drew a black and white picture looking down on the pale yellow paper.
In this picture, a small wooden box is placed with a people's radio, a German P38 pistol, and a British Webley revolver, and some playing cards are scattered around it.
, there are several empty wine bottles around the box.
But that's all there is in this picture, there are no people, let alone other things, but something seems to be deliberately blurred around the edges of the picture.
Almost subconsciously, Wei Ran raised his head and glanced at the hatch above his head. He was almost certain that the photo was taken from the hatch.
When he turned his gaze back, the metal quill pen had already written lines of text:
Act 1
As soon as these three words came out, Wei Ran's heart trembled. The last time these three words "Act 1" appeared, he was on the moss battlefield. Now that they appeared again, it was inevitable that he would be on guard.
It was his business to be vigilant, but the metal quill did not stop at all and continued to write out the following requirements:
Role identity, bomber starboard gunner Victor
Return mission: Assist in completing the air raid on London and take at least one photo outside the cabin.
Air raid on London?!
Wei Ran didn't even react, let alone prepare himself mentally and physically. Everything in front of him was covered in white light, but in this dazzling white light, all he saw was the wine bottle that appeared in a malicious way.
and Robert camera bag.
Before the white light dissipated, he also heard rumbling noises and continuous tremors coming from under his butt, back, and even his hands.
It's not going to happen on a plane right? Wei Ran's heart sank, but he didn't dare to move his hands and feet easily.
He finally regained his vision after blinking repeatedly, but before he could see clearly what was going on around him, he already felt that his body posture seemed to have tilted, and then he was tightly grabbed by the seat belt.
Taking a quick look around, the first thing he saw was the leaky porthole with a row of bullet holes on the edge. Of course, there was also the MG17 aircraft machine gun that poked out of the porthole.
And outside the porthole, you can vaguely see the edge of the sky with dots of starlight, and there is a red line that is not sure whether it is the sunset or the rising sun.
Looking next to him, there was another machine gunner who was in charge of the port machine gun. However, at this time, he was busy lighting the cigarette in his mouth.
Taking one last look at his outfit, Wei Ran secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, in addition to the thick and warm flight suit and flying boots, I also had a parachute bag on my back that might have a chance of saving my life.
Not to mention, on his head, in addition to the flight helmet with communication function, he also wore a steel helmet that the machine gunner next to him did not have.
At the feet of the two of them, in the "pit" of the belly gun position, lay a third machine gunner. He also lit a cigarette and put a thick bullet casing on the lit cigarette butt.
"New here, would you like one?"
The machine gunner next to him asked loudly in German, and at the same time, he handed the cigarette case, lighter and a bullet shell to Wei Ran.
"Thanks"
Wei Ran thanked him politely, took it, lit a cigarette, and then expertly put on the bullet casing.
This bullet casing not only serves as an ashtray, but is also a "firefighting measure" that can prevent cabin fires.
"The last person in charge of that machine gun had bad luck."
The belly gunner lying between the two people turned over and shouted in the air, "He was half-headed by the British cannon. At that time, all his blood and brains flowed to the ground."
I got it on my ass, and by the time we got back, my dick was already stained red."
"He's just unlucky!"
The machine gunner who was blowing smoke away from the guards shouted amidst the rumbling noise, "No, it should be said that the starboard gunner of this aircraft is not very lucky!"
"Thank you for the cigarettes and the reminder!" Wei Ran shouted in response, "I am Victor, what should I call you?"
"When you come back from London alive, let's introduce ourselves!"
The machine gunner next to him shouted, "I have introduced myself four times in this position! I even wonder if my self-introduction contains a curse!"
"Then just wait until you come back!"
Wei Ranke was not frightened by the other party's malicious joke. He just finished the cigarette in a few puffs, stuffed the butt of the cigarette into the cartridge case, and poked it out through the gap in the porthole that allowed air to flow in.
Just from some details, he had already judged that this was a HE111P bomber. It was not backward in the era of air attacks on London, but it was definitely not very advanced - especially when it encountered British sprays.
Time for fire and hurricane fighters.
Amid such worries, the plane flew into the sky amidst tremors and harsh noises. Wei Yan also judged from the sky outside the window that it was already evening. There is no doubt that bombing at night is safer than during the day.
many.
He looked at the gradually dense formation of bombers in the night sky outside the porthole window, then looked at the machine gunner lying at his feet, and the machine gunner next to him who leaned towards the porthole and looked out.
Seeing that none of them noticed him, Wei Ran immediately turned sideways and took out Robert's camera bag. After groping for a while, he first found the camera and removed the lens attached to it, and then found the wide-angle lens which was a little laborious.
Put on.
Finally, he took out the camera and took a look to make sure it contained film. He then put the camera bag away, wound up the camera, hung it around his neck, then attached the lens to the porthole and took the photo.
A group of bombers outside.
Putting the small camera in his arms, Wei Ran took out the flask and poured the boss a sip of gin. Then he put on an oxygen mask and goggles that could help withstand the cold at high altitudes, and put them on his belt.
cold-proof gloves.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! During the slightly long and anxious wait, the sky outside was getting darker and darker, and Wei Ran could vaguely see the English Channel on the surface of the earth through the porthole.
"be prepared!"
Almost as soon as Wei Ran saw the strait below, a very recognizable hoarse voice came from the earphones.
This voice is not unpleasant, but the undisguised condescension and arrogance and contempt in the tone make people feel particularly inferior.
Less than half an hour later, through the porthole, Wei Yan could already see a city ablaze with flames soaring into the sky. He could also see the bombs dropped by bombers in formation in the distance, as well as the flames exploding on the ground one after another.
Seeing that there were no enemies around, he pulled off one of his gloves as quickly as possible, then took out the camera in his arms and looked out through the porthole to capture a few shots of the flaming surface.
Before he could put away the camera, he found that the wings of the plane were momentarily enveloped by a beam of light coming from the ground, and then the bright light disappeared in a flash.
Searchlight! Broken!
There was something wrong with the secret passage of the sanitary ware, but he did not move the camera away. At this time, far and near outside the portholes, there were smoke balls exploded by anti-aircraft gun shells and random light beams of searchlights, as well as those huge anti-aircraft balloons that were occasionally illuminated by the light beams.
Even the planes that were blown up by anti-aircraft guns or dragged down with black smoke were particularly clear and terrifying against the city that turned into a sea of flames on the ground.
Just when he pressed the shutter out the window again and again to consume all the energy accumulated by the camera's spring, the bomber's fuselage trembled violently and rose slightly at the same time.
Immediately afterwards, he felt the hot air blowing in from the bomb bay, as well as the smell of gunpowder smoke and dust mixed in the hot air.
Bomb dropped!
Wei Ran immediately realized what was happening. At the same time, the machine gunners beside him and at his feet also opened fire one after another. He didn't know what kind of enemy he was defending.
After looking out the window and seeing no threat, Weiran re-wound the camera as quickly as possible.
However, when he put the wide-angle lens on the porthole again and pressed the shutter, he suddenly saw the Air Force Iron Cross drawn on the end of the right wing of the bomber, which opened a gap in the boss!
Fortunately, at this moment, the bomber, which had completed its bombing mission over London, which was in flames, also began to climb and prepare to leave the battlefield.
Seeing this, Wei Ran secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could take a second breath into his stomach, he heard a series of "duh duh duh" muffled sounds!
He subconsciously followed the sound and looked over. In just a blink of an eye, the machine gunner in charge of the belly turret had stopped moving. On the floor of the cabin, there was also a string of bodies cutting diagonally across the prone body, and finally
Small bullet holes spreading towards the machine gunner on the left!
Not only the lying machine gunner, but also the machine gunner in charge of the left machine gun stopped firing at this time and covered his crotch with a look of pain on his face.
But through the bright beam of light coming from the bullet hole, Wei Ran could clearly see that blood was dripping continuously between his fingers, dripping on the dead machine.
On the gunman's body!
It's over, locked by the searchlight...
Wei Ran's heart grew colder and colder, he hurriedly untied a safety belt, and moved to the machine gunner on the left like a man on a swing, looking out and shouting, "Are you okay?"
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"My name is..."
Before he could finish his belated self-introduction, the machine gunner tilted his head and stopped moving.
Through the searchlight beam outside the window that seemed to have locked onto the bomber, he could even see that the machine gunner's stomach seemed to have been torn open by bullets or even artillery shells...
Forcing himself not to think too much about what weapon had just hit the plane, Wei Ran glanced at the left side window and saw that there was no enemy at all, and immediately returned to his position.
Then, he saw a Spitfire fighter jet rushing over at high speed!
“Ssssssssss—!”
Amidst the rapid gunfire that was covered up by the explosions outside, Wei Ran only had time to fire a series of long bursts of fire at the aircraft, but the bomber he was on lost sight of the target due to its turning and climbing movements.
Gritting his teeth, Wei Ran unfastened the other seat belt, then moved the body under his feet as quickly as possible, and lay down on the "pit" where air and light leaked in and blood leaked out, and he held it.
machine guns, anxiously searching for the plane that must still be chasing them.
At an altitude of several thousand meters, whether he could shoot down the British plane was no longer a matter of justice. It was just a simple multiple-choice question of life or death.
At this time, the bomber had already flown away from the flames over London, and the position where he was lying on his back was actually the best "viewing position".
But at this time, no matter how big his heart was, he had no intention of taking out his camera and pressing the shutter button, because he knew that the British plane would definitely bite him and not let go!
Sure enough, just a few minutes later, the plane reappeared, and each launched a dense barrage with the Weifang in no particular order!
Under the instruction of tracer bullets, he could clearly see that in the short three or four seconds of firing, he not only hit the engine of the Spitfire behind him with the MG131 machine gun, but also seemed to hit the aircraft on the left.
wing.
Seeing the Spitfire turning around with black smoke, Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, even the beam of the searchlight suddenly went out, and the cabin fell into darkness again.
He took out his camera and hurriedly clicked the shutter towards the burning London. Wei Ran did not dare to lie down in this unlucky hole, grabbed the surrounding shelves and climbed up, buckled the seat belt on the hanging point again, and returned to his responsibility.
The starboard machine gun position.
However, just for a moment, he discovered that the right wing outside the porthole seemed to have been shot just now. Not only did the fuel tank in the wing seem to be leaking oil, but even the engine over there seemed to be abnormal!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Loss situation", the arrogant voice in the earpiece said calmly.
After a moment of silence, Wei Ran saw that no one was speaking, so he pressed the microphone on his throat and said, "I am on the starboard side. The belly and port sides of the aircraft were killed. The right wing fuel tank seems to have been shot, and the engine is also somewhat abnormal.
"
As soon as he finished speaking, the engine outside the window suddenly burst into flames, as if to prove that he was not lying.
"The right engine caught fire," Weiran quickly added.
"I saw it, top of the machine?"
That annoying voice first answered Wei Ran's reminder, and then asked another question. At the same time, he also controlled the plane to start climbing, and then dived fiercely. After easily extinguishing the engine fire,
Then it continued to climb.
"New guy, what's your name?" the thin voice asked arrogantly in the earphone.
"Victor" Wei Ran replied patiently, "What about you?"
"Don't you have a surname?" Instead of answering Wei Ran's question, the former continued to ask.
"Karp" Weiran made up one casually and asked again, "What about you?"
"Julian"
In the earphones, the thin voice said, "Julian Klinsmann."
"Your surname is Klinsmann?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.
"Is it weird?"
Yurian paused and then said, "Victor, find a way to get to the cockpit. We are the only two alive in this plane now. I need your help."
"You told me your special code earlier..."
Weiran cursed secretly, quickly unfastened his seat belt and oxygen mask again, and trudged through the bombing bay. He looked up at the top machine gunner who was dripping blood into the cabin.
This crew member who also served as the radio operator died quite tragically. He seemed to have been shot in the side, and the glass fairing above his head was also smashed.
He continued to move towards the cockpit of the nose of the plane with difficulty. As the distance got closer, he also felt the cold wind blowing against his face.
Then, he saw the broken transparent glass nose and the dead body of the navigator lying behind the cannon on the nose. He also saw a hand that seemed to have been shot, but was still there.
Julian, the pilot who insisted on flying the plane.
Seeing this, Wei Ran first hung the seat belt on the hanging point, then took off the belt from the navigator's body, and motioned to Julian to stretch out his injured right hand.
Wei Ran couldn't help but frowned as he helped the opponent pull off his gloves. The palm of Julian's right hand had been torn open near the tiger's mouth. What was still connected was only the thenar muscle behind the little finger and ring finger of his right hand and the bones inside.
"How did you get hurt?" Wei Ran shouted and asked as he tied the opponent's wrist with a belt, and at the same time plugged the headset's communication cable into the port originally used by the navigator.
"anti-aircraft shrapnel"
While holding the throat microphone, Julian raised his chin in the direction of the navigator, "One of the shrapnel hit my right hand."
"Are there any other injuries?" Wei Ran tightened the belt and asked, holding the microphone at his throat.
"Left leg, the shrapnel is in my left leg." Julian replied, "Help me find a rope and tie it up first to stop the bleeding."
Hearing this, Wei Ran looked at the wound on the other party's left leg through the light on the dashboard, removed a seat belt from the navigator's body as quickly as possible, and helped Julian tie up the wound on his left leg.
Distal end.
"We need a navigator, you..."
"I'm just a machine gunner, but I can't pilot the ship."
As Wei Ran spoke, he had already pulled the navigator's body back, "But I can fly the plane, so how about you do the piloting and I do the driving?"
"Can you really drive?"
Julian asked suspiciously, "The fuel tank on the right side is damaged. Now we have insufficient fuel, and the engine on the right side is in danger of stalling at any time. In addition, our radio is also damaged."
"I don't even know where to fly."
Wei Ran answered truthfully, he had simply learned some basic knowledge about piloting, but he had no idea which airport the bomber took off from.
Hearing this, Julian said after a moment of silence, "Go to the radio operator's position, help me find our fleet, and take a look at what's wrong with our radio."
"I'm just a machine gunner..."
Wei Ran muttered again, then unplugged the headset communication cable and wrapped it around his neck, then returned the same way and climbed to the feet of the machine gunner and radio operator on the top of the machine.
With a little effort, he pulled down the leaking corpse, and took off the telescope hanging around his neck, with only one lens barrel still intact, and the compass on his wrist.
This was not over yet. Wei Ran even took off the six-round flares fixed at the top of his boots and even the flare gun in the other boot and equipped them on his body, and then climbed up to the position where the blood remained and sat down.
, first fastened the seat belt as quickly as possible and put on the oxygen mask.
Although the shooting range of the machine gun at this position is not very good, the field of vision is very good. But correspondingly, when the glass fairing above the head is shattered, the wind here is strong enough, especially in the night sky thousands of meters above!
Shiveringly, Wei Ran connected the headset communication line. He immediately put on his gloves and pressed the microphone on his throat to call Julian. After getting a response from the other party, he raised the telescope and searched the night sky.
However, he didn't know whether it was because he had deviated, was lagging behind, or had returned early. Looking around this time, he could not find any aircraft belonging to the German side.
"How's the radio equipment going?"
Julian asked through the communication headset.
Looking at the radio that had been hit by at least three or four bullets, Wei Ran replied helplessly, "It can't be repaired, so it can only be replaced with a new one."
"We only have enough fuel to last about 20 minutes more."
Julian said in the communication headset, "I will try to raise the altitude as much as possible, so that we can fly farther, at least we don't have to worry about landing on the British territory. Victor, I will parachute for you if necessary.
Signal."
"No problem" Weiyan responded, and at the same time he noticed that the plane was slowly climbing.
With nothing to do, he simply continued to hold up the disabled telescope with one hand and the Robert camera with the other hand.
Or look at the night sky around you and above your head, or look at the pitch-black earth and London with only a speck of light left.
However, just when the satellite once again saw the English Channel on the surface through the telescope, a thick plume of smoke drifted from the direction of the nose of the aircraft behind it and drifted towards the tail of the aircraft.
Turning his head subconsciously, Wei Ran immediately dropped the telescope, pinched the microphone at his throat and reminded, "Urian, there is smoke coming from the right engine!"
"Saw it"
Julian responded in his harsh tone, but just as the words reached Wei Ran's ears, the latter saw the propeller of the engine turning slower and slower, followed closely by another
A flame blew whistling in the wind.
But this time, Julian did not continue to climb or dive to put out the fire. Instead, he tried hard to maintain the current altitude. At the same time, he said through the communication headset, "Victor, throw out their bodies, machine guns and ammunition, and try your best to
To reduce the weight of the aircraft, let's try to see if we can fly across the strait."
