However, the angry gazes only lasted for a few seconds, and then the three of them realized that if it hadn't been for the sergeant's voice, the bullets just now would have sent all three of them to see God.
McLaren cleared his throat, and before he could speak, the sergeant hurried to the porthole and looked longingly, "This young man parachuted. May God bless him safely!"
Harry was shocked and angry when he saw the various fighter jets flying up and down, and turned to look at McLaren: "Didn't you just send a telegram to the White House the day before yesterday, saying that the Japanese Third Flying Group suffered heavy losses?
, then where did these planes come from?”
McLaren said helplessly: "Professor Harry, I am just an American military attaché in China, not the commander-in-chief of Japan in China. The total number of Japanese aircraft in China is at least seven or eight hundred. Maybe these aircraft are from other countries."
Transferred from the war zone."
Harry pointed at the Japanese planes outside the window and asked, "Colonel McLaren, I seem to have never seen these Japanese troops. Can you identify the models of these Japanese planes?"
McLaren frowned, "I don't know, maybe this is the latest new aircraft developed by Japan. Now is not the time to talk about this, we have to find a way to land as soon as possible."
After that, he turned around and asked the sergeant: "Sergeant, how far are we from our destination now? Can we contact the Liantai Militia?"
"We are in contact," the sergeant said, "but now you'd better leave here quickly. I can't guarantee whether the Japanese fighters will send another round of bullets here."
McLaren looked at the four walls and saw a series of bullet holes starting from the right front of the cabin and ending at the left rear.
"Fortunately, it's a Japanese plane. These were shot by machine guns. If it was a French plane, it would be a 20mm machine gun. In the situation just now, we would have blown it up. Professor Harry, please hurry up and talk to Ambassador Gao Si
Go to the back, it’s relatively safer there.”
The three of them came out of the lounge and suddenly felt the plane begin to tilt to the left. Harry couldn't help but look towards the cab and saw a series of bullet holes on the aluminum grille door of the cab.
"Not good!" The three of them immediately felt a chill running down their backs.
"The cab was also shot." The sergeant pushed the three people away and rushed to the cab door, trying to open the door and get in. They found that the cab door was blocked by something and could not be pushed open. The sergeant knocked hard several times.
No one answered. The plane tilted more and more to the left, and the engine made a terrible roar.
"Oops, we're diving!" McLaren exclaimed.
"What are you still doing? Come here and break the door open with me!" the sergeant yelled at the three people who stayed where they were.
Harry and the others looked at each other, and hurriedly joined forces with the four sergeants to slam into the door. The things inside were knocked open, and a blast of air rushed towards them like a storm. The four people were holding on.
The air flow rushed into the cab, and the scene in front of them shocked them.
The cab was in a mess. There were two rows of bullet holes from right to left on the bulletproof glass on the top. Of the four petal-shaped windshields on the nose directly in front, the two right ones and the nose machine gun were gone.
There was only a big hole of about half a meter left there.
The co-pilot in that position was covered in blood and collapsed on the horizontal mattress. The telegraph operator on the other side had his head tilted back and was hit by several machine gun bullets, with blood splattering everywhere.
The pilot on the left was trying hard to control the plane, but the blood constantly flowing from his forehead blocked his sight.
Upon seeing this, the sergeant quickly took out a first-aid kit from the first-aid kit and applied it to his blast wound, and cleaned his eyes with water.
"Okay, buddy, don't worry about this for now." The pilot said, holding back the pain in his head. "Come here and help. Tom, hurry up and help me stabilize the plane, otherwise we will all be doomed."
After the four people entered the cab, Harry and Gao Si carried out the dead co-pilot and telegraph operator, while the sergeant came to the driver's side and pulled back the joystick with him.
"Baby, stop!"
With the efforts of the two people, although the left and right balance of the aircraft was corrected, the situation was still very bad. The flight instrument panel located in the front was pierced by several bullets, and the altimeter and speedometer were completely disabled.
While the sergeant and the pilot were working hard to control the plane, Harry and Goss were looking at the radio station in front of them in a daze.
Gao Si looked at Harry, "Professor Harry, you are the most knowledgeable among us. Do you know how to use this guy?"
Harry said with some embarrassment: "Sorry, although I am a professor, I don't know how to play with this thing."
The two of them looked at the driver, but when they saw that the driver and the sergeant were desperately pulling on the joystick, they could only swallow their words again.
"That's just a random attempt."
While the visitor was hurriedly trying to operate the radio, the pilot was minimizing the throttle, lowering all flaps and speed brakes, and desperately pulling the control stick back. The engine was still making a screaming sound.
The ten-ton plane was still diving hopelessly.
"Pull up...get up quickly!"
At this time, the pilot and sergeant had used all their strength on the control column, but the plane continued to slide. Seeing the thick earth getting closer, everyone had a look of despair in their eyes.
But their luck was obviously good. When the plane was less than a thousand meters from the ground, the roar of the engine stopped, followed by a gentle and even roar, and the nose of the plane began to slowly rise.
At this moment, there was a burst of cheers from the back cabin, and a soldier rushed in and shouted: "Sir, we are saved. Are the Chinese reinforcement fighter planes coming?"
"What... did the Chinese reinforcements come so quickly?" Harry was slightly startled. He turned around and found that at some point, more than a dozen thick and short-looking fighter planes had appeared around him, flipping up and down.
Flying and fighting Japanese planes.
Accompanied by bursts of rapid machine gunfire, the Japanese planes that were raging just now fled like frightened birds. They even saw two Japanese planes being hit by dense bullets and catching fire on the spot. Because the fire was too large, one Japanese plane
The plane even exploded in the air.
Everyone felt relieved when they saw that the Japanese machine that was still wreaking havoc just now was beaten and fled in all directions.
Only then did Harry have time to ask the pilot: "Lieutenant, can you teach me how to handle this guy?"
"Of course." The driver gave up the driving position to the sergeant, and then walked over and fiddled with it a few times, "Sir, here is the radio switch, and here is the frequency adjustment. It has been adjusted now. You just need to put it on."
Just let the headset start calling."
When Gao Si put on the headset, an anxious voice immediately rang in his ears: "Seagull 1 called Red Eagle 1, how are you doing? How are you doing? Our reinforcement plane has arrived.
Please persevere... Please persevere, the Yangping Town Airport is four kilometers ahead, and you can make an emergency landing there!"