Hearing the voice of the Chinese pilot coming from the headset, Harry hurriedly said: "This is Red Eagle One, this is Red Eagle One, we need help!"
"Who are you? You are not Nick, the radio liaison officer. Please tell me your identity?"
"I am Professor Harry, the special commissioner of the United States. The liaison officer and co-pilot have been killed in action. Now I am acting as the liaison officer."
"Mr. Special Commissioner, what can I do to help you?"
"Our plane is seriously damaged, can you help us guide the plane to land?"
"No problem, I have already contacted the Liandai-Taiwan Flight Brigade and they will guide you. Please allow me to transfer your call channel to the Liaison-Taiwan Flight Brigade."
"Can."
Not long after the words of Red Eagle No. 1 fell, along with a rustle, a young voice rang in the headset: "I am Captain Huang Kebiao, captain of the first combat squadron of the Liantai Militia Flying Group, and I have been ordered to come to support you.
Mr. Commissioner, I observed outside that your right wing is constantly leaking oil, and your tail rudder has also taken a lot of bullets. It now looks like a sieve and may fall off at any time. It seems that you won't be able to hold on for much longer.
, I hope you can stick to the temporary airport in Yangping Town."
Harry looked around: "I think if it's only four kilometers, our plane should still be able to make it there."
"But...well...I can only say I wish you good luck, and please follow me now!" The pilot named Huang Kebiao seemed to hide something in his words. He just said it briefly, and then in the cockpit
Everyone heard a roar and saw a fighter plane painted in sky blue paint roaring past the passenger plane and flying in front of the passenger plane.
Harry quickly shouted to the pilot: "Hurry up and follow that fighter plane, he is guiding us."
"Understood!" the pilot agreed while struggling to control the plane.
As the height of the plane got lower and lower, the group finally saw the earth, but when they saw the situation on the ground, everyone's hearts froze.
I saw dense black spots on the ground in front of me, as well as groups of tanks and armored vehicles. There was an artillery position farther behind, and bursts of white smoke were constantly rising. It seemed that a volley of artillery fire was in progress.
The infantry and various vehicles on the ground were dragging billowing dust, and in the air they looked like dozens of long dragons made of steel. A little further away, there was smoke and countless black smoke columns in the sky, and there was a rumble in the distance.
Even the roaring sound of the engine could not cover up the sound of the explosion.
Colonel McLaren couldn't help but exclaimed: "God, they are at war!"
"Fly over quickly... fly over quickly!"
Gao Si couldn't help it anymore and shouted loudly to the driver.
I don’t blame Gao Si for being so rude and the fighting below was so fierce. Once their plane made an emergency landing on the battlefield, let alone whether it could make a successful landing. Even if they were lucky enough to make a successful landing, the bullets and artillery shells flying around would kill them.
Devoured.
But Gao Si apparently forgot that there is an old saying in China that misfortunes never come singly.
Just as he finished speaking, the engine on the right made a roaring sound, a cloud of black smoke emerged from the engine cowl, and then tongues of flame began to spray out from every gap in the engine. The aircraft looked like someone had stepped on it.
He sank down as hard as a kick.
"Damn it! Damn it, how could something happen here?"
The pilot shouted loudly while trying to control the plane: "Mr. Special Envoy, our engine is on fire and we must make an emergency landing immediately!"
"Crash landing... right here?"
Looking at the fierce battle below, everyone's scalps were numb.
"Yes, Mr. Special Envoy, we can only pass through the enemy's position. Looking from the direction, the southeast direction should be the Chinese Army troops. This plane cannot hold on for long.
The worst thing is that our tail rudder has lost its function, I can't change the course, the fuel tank is empty, and the left engine will stop at any time. Now I can only move forward, and I have no way out. God bless our plane can persist until the Chinese
Landing on the battlefield?"
While talking, the automatic fire extinguishing device of the engine on the right side of the plane was automatically turned on. With the continuous spray of white carbon dioxide, the flame was slowly extinguished, and a long line of white smoke was trailed behind the engine.
While the pilot was talking, he pushed the left engine throttle all the way, and then started to dive at a small slope. The aircraft must maintain sufficient speed, otherwise when the left engine stops, the aircraft will stall and crash immediately, without even a chance to glide.
The height of the passenger plane was slowly decreasing, and several P-40 and P47 fighter jets were following closely.
It didn't matter that the passenger plane made an emergency landing, but it shocked the two sides who were fighting fiercely on the ground.
The Japanese soldiers on the ground heard the roar of the aircraft engine and looked up... They saw a passenger plane with the Stars and Stripes painted on its wings dragging a long line of white smoke towards them, beside it.
Also following was a group of fighter planes painted with the Chinese emblem.
Seeing the Japanese army here, they suddenly became a mess. The infantry who were originally fighting against the Chinese army looked for bunkers to hide. The officers waved their samurai swords and shouted at the planes, while ordering the soldiers to stand up and resist. Soon
Several machine guns began to shoot into the air one after another. The hiding soldiers seemed to have regained some courage after hearing the gunshots, and began to raise their rifles in twos and threes and start shooting into the air.
Although the ground-to-air shooting seemed chaotic, it could not be said that it had no effect at all. As the altitude of the aircraft continued to decrease, Professor Harry and others in the cockpit could even see streaks of tracer bullets whizzing past the side windows.
You can even hear the clang of rifle bullets hitting the outer shell of the aircraft.
The pilot struggled to control the increasingly uncontrollable aircraft and roared with all his strength: "Hurry...Professor...hurry up and notify the escorting aircraft to open a lane, we are about to start an emergency landing!"
In fact, there was no need for Harry to report via the radio. The remaining three P-40 Tomahawks and more than a dozen P-47 Thunder fighters had already swooped down first. The 12.7mm Browning machine guns hit the Japanese position with dust flying, and accompanied by the aircraft
It passed by, leaving mutilated corpses on the ground at the tail of the plane. Behind these fighter planes, a passenger plane trailing white smoke followed closely.
"Everyone, sit down quickly, fasten your seat belts, and prepare for impact!"
At this time, the left engine had also stopped running, but fortunately the plane still had a certain speed and could still maintain a certain distance. On the position below, many Japanese soldiers were stunned and looked at a silent big guy.
Passing silently over their heads.
"Hurry...there is an open space ahead, prepare for the impact..."