"Damn! We were hit!" The pilot of the plane found that his joystick seemed to have become heavier. He tried to regain the feeling of controlling the plane, but found that his plane did not respond at all.
"There's something wrong with my joystick! Co-pilot! Leave it to you to operate it! Quick!" Seeing that there seemed to be something wrong with the plane, the pilot looked at the co-pilot and said loudly.
As a result, he saw the co-pilot's pilot covering his thigh and looking at him with an ugly expression. A bullet struck from below, penetrated the fuselage of the plane, and penetrated the co-pilot's thigh. It seemed that it was still there.
There was a hole in the roof of the shed.
"Someone has been shot! Someone has been shot!" Seeing the blood flowing from his thigh staining the co-pilot's pants red, the captain almost forgot that his plane seemed to be out of control.
He grabbed the joystick and found that it had completely lost control of the aircraft. He looked through the side window at the wing beside him and found that one of the engines was still emitting black smoke.
It seems completely impossible to threaten a B-17 Flying Fortress bomber with just 45-caliber bullets from the Maxim heavy machine gun.
During World War II, in order to shoot down this sturdy aerial monster full of self-defense firepower, Germany had to install various large-caliber weapons on its aircraft: 20 mm caliber cannons, 30 mm caliber cannons, and even rockets with a caliber above 100 mm.
bomb……
However, there are always exceptions. No matter how sturdy the aircraft is, accidents may occur due to luck.
Unfortunately, the plane was hit by a string of machine gun bullets a few seconds before the bombing ended, causing various malfunctions as if it were a ghost.
"Didn't you say that nothing can shoot down the Flying Fortress?" The bombardier who rushed over after hearing the shouts frowned and complained when he saw the bleeding co-pilot.
There were only five people on the plane, because at this moment, the B-17 bomber produced by Datang Group had not been equipped with machine guns for self-defense, so there was no need to arrange so many crew members.
"We are descending! I don't know if the steering is working well! But I can see the black smoke on the wings!" The captain grabbed the control stick and said to the two people around him.
"Flying Fortress No. 397 is falling! Call the tower! Call the tower! Repeat! Flying Fortress No. 397 is falling! We are falling! The location...the location is unknown! Near the bombing area! Near the bombing area!" He grabbed the intercom,
The captain began to repeat the news that he was about to crash over and over again.
There were two other people who hadn't had time to rush over because they were far away. But because they had radios, they must have known that someone was injured.
"There are bullet holes under the belly of the aircraft, and a bullet penetrated the door of the magazine." Another crew member who rushed over reported the damage to the aircraft he saw along the way: "There is a door that cannot be closed. This may be a trap."
bad news."
"The hatch? Can't be closed? Bomb bin?" The bombardier looked at his companions in surprise and asked nervously.
"Yes, and we seem to be getting closer to the sea." On the way here, he saw the sea level under the belly of the plane.
"We're finished..." The pilot, who was still bleeding in the co-pilot, said with a pale face: "We won't be the first Flying Fortress crew to crash, right?"
"Shut up! Don't say anything depressing." The captain moved the joystick and tried to regain control of the plane, but he failed. The plane began to turn to one side, and then it could no longer correct itself.
Irritated, he wanted to pull the control stick to change the plane to normal flight status. But he obviously failed, and the entire plane dropped a large height.
"The sea is below! Don't move! Don't move anymore!" The bombardier nervously stopped the captain's attempt: "We can consider making an emergency landing... find a safer place to avoid... those enemy warships.
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"Look, we can't make an emergency landing in the middle of an enemy ship!" The co-pilot, who was holding his wound, felt like he was about to die and reminded him.
Through the windshield, several people carefully looked at the surrounding sea. They could no longer see the enemy fleet, and they didn't even know where they were flying to.
"Check the equipment! Maybe we really need to use that damn inflatable lifeboat." The captain released the basically useless joystick, got out of his driver's seat, and began to pull the co-pilot into the car with the bombardier.
The unlucky guy came out.
This tearing and severe pain caused the pilot in the co-pilot to scream hysterically. Blood was sprinkled on the middle button and the instrument, which looked extremely tragic.
"Maybe we're doomed." The radio operator who went to check the equipment looked at the inflatable bottles and lifeboats fixed on the wall behind him and shouted depressedly.
A machine gun bullet penetrated the lifeboat and embedded itself in the wall. It is estimated that after the lifeboat was opened, there were at least eight holes.
"Damn it..." The navigator helped press the co-pilot's thigh and cursed. At this time, they were less than 100 meters away from the sea.
"I wonder, should we fasten our seat belts?" The captain finally remembered the safety manual, but it was too late.
The plane rushed straight towards the sea, and the sudden deceleration caused everyone to be thrown straight ahead. The nose of the lower greenhouse was completely shattered, and seawater poured in crazily, swallowing part of the space in an instant.
When the captain regained consciousness, most of his body was already submerged in the water. The co-pilot who was shot was already unconscious, and the seawater was filled with bright red blood.
"Captain! Captain!" The electromechanical operator holding the co-pilot with his hands was also submerged in the water. He was struggling to push the injured co-pilot to a higher place.
"Put on your life jacket! Damn it, I can't swim!" the captain reminded loudly, still feeling a little dizzy.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I didn't see the navigator! Where is he?" The bombardier at the height helped pull up the unconscious wounded and asked the captain who was still lost in the lake.
"Fortunately I'm wearing a life jacket! Damn it." The radio operator, who also couldn't swim, complained as he pushed the wounded man to a high place full of ammunition racks and climbed out of the water himself.
The plane can still float in the water for a while, but they will soon lose such a floating island. Because it is obviously not safe to submerge all the wounded in the sea water.
"We have to get out of here! Get on the wing!" The captain came to his senses and reminded the people in front of him while climbing.
"The reserved hatch on the side!" The mechanical and electrical officer pointed to the reserved shooting position on the side of the fuselage and said, "One kick is enough!"
"Then what are you waiting for?" The captain also climbed out of the water and asked breathlessly.
The electromechanical man kicked off the temporarily installed skin with a strong kick. As the skin fell off, sunlight shone into the somewhat dim cabin.
"Half of the wing is already in the water!" After sticking his head out to take a look, the electromechanical officer came back and shouted.
"Then we must get out of here! Otherwise we will sink with the plane!" The captain, who could not swim, explained with a cry: "Get the wounded out first!"
They worked together to get the unconscious wounded out of the plane, and then they also got out of the plane one by one.
At this time, their plane was about to sink, and several people had to quickly get away from the Flying Fortress, with only the tail of the plane still floating on the sea.
"Now we only have this." Pointing to the whistle on his shoulder, the electromechanical man laughed at himself in a dumbfounded voice.
Everything was in a hurry just now, and they forgot the incendiary rods in the box inside the fuselage, and they didn't pick up the lifeboat that had eight holes punched out by one shot, and they didn't pick up the inflatable bottle either.
In short, they climbed out of the plane in embarrassment and drifted in the sea in embarrassment. In embarrassment, they forgot all the survival skills they had learned before.
"Where's the navigator? Have you seen him?" The captain held the unconscious co-pilot with one hand and turned around to ask the bombardier, who was also in a panic.
"Captain! Captain! I'm here! I'm here!" Across the plane from them, the navigator waved his arms and shouted loudly.
Everyone was here, and the captain breathed a sigh of relief, and then he looked at the empty sky and the sea level without any sound.
This place seemed far away from the battlefield and far away from the hustle and bustle - now they didn't even know where they were in the world.
"Someone will come to save us." The captain weakly comforted his subordinates.
"I hope they will come soon." The electromechanical operator, who was already a little scared, was holding the unconscious co-pilot and kept looking around.
To be honest, this feeling is very bad. Except for the sound of the waves, the surroundings are extremely silent. It seems that there are only a few of them left in the world. The terror of silence sweeps over instantly, tormenting each of them.
human nerves.
"I feel very bad, really bad." The bombardier fiddled with the seawater with both hands, and the seawater from his hair dripped onto his face, highlighting the anxiety and fear on his face.
"It's only been a minute! Don't scare yourself!" The captain was able to float on the sea with the help of a life jacket. Rather than holding on to the unconscious co-pilot, it was better to say that he was relying on the buoyancy of the unconscious co-pilot.
support.
The navigator in the distance was still paddling, trying to swim over to join them, but the other party didn't seem to know how to swim, and he didn't get much closer after flopping around for a long time.
After all, they are all pilots, and whether they can swim is really an additional skill. Some people only know a little bit, and some people are completely dry ducks.
"I hope they will come soon...to find us." Looking at the co-pilot, whose face was extremely ugly, the electromechanical man wiped the seawater from his face and said.
"Yeah, I hope they come here soon." The captain looked at the sky and echoed.
