Two thousand meters in the sky, two small and delicate airplanes were flying side by side above the clouds.
These two Fi-156 "White Crane" aircraft are of the rescue type. The biggest difference between them and the reconnaissance type is its enlarged cockpit, which allows it to put down a stretcher and accommodate four people.
But as a price, its ceiling is reduced from 4,600 meters to 3,000 meters when fully loaded, and the maximum speed is also reduced from 109 kilometers per hour to 100 kilometers per hour.
In order to make the wounded more comfortable, Fred and Richard took Bian Xiaoling's plane, while Doolittle, Henry and Paul took the plane piloted by Bian Daling.
Paul, who was placed at the very back, was helplessly holding the MG15 machine gun used for self-defense and kept complaining.
"Why was it that I was a machine gunner when I was flying the B-25, and then had to be a machine gunner when I was being rescued? I was really fed up with the days when I had to hold the cold machine gun while being blown by the cold wind as soon as I got on the plane. The only thing
The difference is that the Browning machine gun was replaced by this German MG15."
Henry, who was sitting behind Doolittle, turned his head and joked: "Paul, you have to understand.
If we meet the Japanese, the lives of the four of us will be in your hands.
Of course, if you don't want to, I can suggest to Ms. Bian in front of you to send you back to that small mountain village, and you can walk to Quzhou with the guerrillas."
Thinking of the days of eating bitter and astringent food while traveling for more than a month, Paul couldn't help but shudder.
"Oh... forget it, I suddenly think this German machine gun is quite cute."
Doolittle, who was sitting behind Bian Daling, stretched his neck and glanced at the dashboard in front of him and couldn't help but said, "Second Lieutenant, can I make a suggestion?"
"Of course!" Bian Daling nodded, "This is your right."
"Why don't you send a larger plane to pick us up? If I remember correctly, we have been flying at a speed of more than 100 kilometers per hour for almost a whole day. During this period, the plane also stopped for refueling and had lunch.
, where exactly are you taking us?”
Bian Daling looked at the fuel gauge and said, "Lieutenant Colonel, the order I received is to bring you safely back to Liantai County, Shanxi Province.
If my estimate is correct, we will reach our destination in about an hour's flight."
"God, are you taking this opportunity to punish me?"
Before Doolittle could speak, Paul behind him had already rolled his eyes in despair and slapped his forehead hard with his right hand.
Doolittle immediately raised a question, "Second Lieutenant, if I remember correctly, our destination should be Quzhou. Why do you want to take us to Shanxi?"
Bian Daling explained: "According to intelligence, the Japanese are attacking Quzhou now. If you go to Quzhou now, your safety cannot be guaranteed."
"Is this true?" Doolittle was a little doubtful.
"certainly!"
Bian Daling answered in an affirmative tone, and then she threw a box of cigarettes into Doolittle's arms impatiently.
"Okay, Lieutenant Colonel Doolittle, if you are really bored, you can have a cigarette, or come over and fly the plane for me. I just want to take a rest."
Seeing that Bian Daling was already showing signs of impatience, Doolittle simply shut his mouth in line with the principle that a good man should not suffer the immediate consequences.
He opened the cigarettes and gave them to Henry and Paul who were standing aside. The three of them, who had not smelled smoke for more than a month, greedily smoked them. For a while, the cockpit was filled with a thick smell of smoke.
Bian Daling, who was flying the plane in front, frowned and was about to push open the glass of the cockpit cover to get some air, but when her eyes inadvertently passed over the rearview mirror, her eyes froze at first, and then she shouted loudly, "Alert"
...Enemy plane found!"
For soldiers, the enemy's situation is an order. Following Bian Daling's voice, the three Doolittles who were puffing away quickly looked back and found that behind and above them, two silver-white planes were heading towards them.
Dive down.
As soon as he discovered the enemy's situation, Doolittle shouted reflexively.
"Paul, go back to your post and pick up that damn machine gun!"
"oh oh……"
Paul didn't have time to think too much, he threw away the half-smoked cigarette, turned around and picked up the MG15 machine gun behind him.
Before the three of them were ready, a Japanese plane had already rushed less than 300 meters away from them.
At this distance, both sides can already see each other clearly.
"Damn it, this is a Japanese Falcon fighter. It's about to fire, hurry up and avoid it!"
Bian Daling's movements were not slow. She pushed the throttle to the maximum with her left hand, stepped on the rudder with her right foot, and pushed the joystick to the bottom at the same time. The Fi-156 turned somersaults like a dexterous dragonfly.
"Da da da da..."
Accompanied by a burst of crisp gunfire, the wings of the Type 1 fighter plane behind him began to spit out tongues of flame, and two strings of 7.7mm bullets passed over Bian Daling and his group with scorching heat.
"Crack!"
Along with the sound of the safety being applied, Paul, the machine gunner behind him, also controlled the MG15 and opened fire.
In this way, two Type 1 fighters pursued two Fi-156 White Crane reconnaissance aircraft at low altitude.
As an ultra-light reconnaissance aircraft, when the Fi-156 was originally designed, its mission was actually to use it for reconnaissance and calibrating targets for artillery on the battlefield, so mobility was not a requirement for it.
Facing a fighter plane that was specifically designed for air combat, the only thing they could do was escape.
As two experienced pilots, the Bian Daling sisters used the radio to urgently call for reinforcements while flying the plane into the mountains, trying to use the complex terrain to avoid the Japanese planes.
Of course, these two Japanese planes would not easily give up the prey they finally encountered, and pursued them with fighter planes.
Seeing bullets constantly passing by, Henry screamed in fright, "Damn it, why are there Japanese fighter planes here? Shouldn't they all be over there in Zhejiang?"
Bian Daling flew the plane over a mountain peak and said with a hint of ridicule: "Lieutenant Henry, let me tell you why.
Because we have just entered the battlefield, under our feet, several divisions of Japanese troops are attacking Liantai County.
My superior, General Gao Hongming of the Liantai Militia, is leading tens of thousands of troops in a bloody battle with the Japanese, which is why we encountered Japanese aircraft."
"God... this is terrible."
At this moment, a mood called despair arose in the hearts of the three Henrys.
Can they reach their destination safely this time?