Chapter five hundred and seventeenth difficult landing
"Huh... ha!" Luo Gan's excited and uncontrollable shout came from the communicator.
No matter who was able to escape from such intensive artillery fire, they would feel sincerely lucky, and Luo Gan was no exception. It was his first time to participate in an actual combat mission and he encountered such an exciting thing. Luo Gan seemed to feel like he was
The mentality becomes mature.
"Sir, we must have a good drink after we go back this time, do you agree?" Just after escaping from the gunfire, Luo Gan's old habit started to happen again, and he couldn't help but start to be verbose again, but this time he was better.
Did you hear Feng Xiaoming’s voice?
"Sir...sir..."
Luo Gan called several times in a row, but still didn't hear Feng Xiaoming's answer. At this time, he couldn't help but started to panic and started calling the other party non-stop.
"Cough cough... cough cough..."
At this time, a series of coughing sounds came from the headset, and there was a rush and weakness in this series of coughing sounds.
"Sir, what's wrong with you? Is it okay?"
As soon as Luo Gan heard the cough, he suddenly became nervous. He knew very well that Feng Xiaoming was fine just now and did not suffer from colds or other illnesses. But now that Feng Xiaoming is coughing so rapidly, there is only one explanation.
, Feng Xiaoming was injured.
Soon, Luo Gan's worries became reality.
"Ahem... Luo Gan, listen to me, I... I'm injured, and now I can't see the compass and gyroscope clearly. Now you will be the commander, do you understand?"
"What, sir, you are injured! Then...then what should I do?" When Luo Gan heard the news, he felt that his heart suddenly sank.
"You...you kid, don't talk nonsense. Come to me immediately to lead the team and see if my plane is seriously injured. This is an order. Do you understand it?" Feng Xiaoming's weak voice contained a hint of incomprehension.
A sense of majesty and command.
"yes!"
Luo Gan felt a bitterness at the corner of his mouth. He felt that he must not have read the almanac when he came out today, otherwise how could he be so unlucky. Not to mention encountering the Japanese fleet, he finally escaped, but his lead aircraft was injured.
Now I am letting myself, a rookie, be the captain. Is it wrong?
But no matter how scared he was, Luo Gan could only obediently fly the plane in a circle around Feng Xiaoming's fighter plane. Then he flew next to Feng Xiaoming and said: "Sir, there is nothing wrong with your plane, only the cockpit."
There was a hole made by the shrapnel, but other places are fine. There is no problem in going to the meeting. Please wait a moment and I will take a look at your injuries!"
After speaking, Luo Gan moved the control stick, and the Mustang fighter he was piloting rose upwards, and then flew upside down to Feng Xiaoming's cockpit. The cockpits of the two aircraft flew facing each other, and the distance between them was only five or six meters.
, if either of the two people shakes the hand holding the control stick at this moment, the two planes will collide with each other in less than a second and each will turn into a ball of fire in the sky.
But when Luo Gan looked towards Feng Xiaoming's cockpit, his hand shook slightly. It didn't matter. His Mustang fighter jet fell three meters down in an instant. The distance was so close that the two planes almost missed each other.
They bumped into each other.
With the two parties so close, Luo Gan naturally saw Feng Xiaoming's condition clearly. At this time, Feng Xiaoming's cockpit had been hit by shrapnel with a hole the size of a fist. Well, that's not important. What's important is that Feng Xiaoming's upper body
A beige flight jacket was now stained red by blood donation. Feng Xiaoming was leaning on the seat holding the joystick in one hand, while the other hand was struggling to hold the first aid kit to his mouth and tried to open it.
Seeing such a scene, Luo Gan was so frightened that he quickly pulled the joystick and drove the plane away from his head. At this time, Feng Xiaoming looked like his injury was not good. If his hands couldn't help shaking like this, he would be in danger.
People have to become torches in the sky.
Seeing Luo Gan being scared away, Feng Xiaoming forced a smile and said: "Hey, do you know how to fly upside down? If not, then don't play, cough cough cough..."
Luo Gan didn't bother to joke with him, and said anxiously: "Tou, don't worry, I just saw your injury, it doesn't look good!"
Feng Xiaoming coughed and said: "Ahem...a shrapnel shot into my chest. It probably hurt my lungs, but I can still hold on for a while. Now you...you will be the lead plane, we have to fly back immediately.
Report the situation to the headquarters!"
"yes!"
Luo Gan knew that now was not the time to talk nonsense. He quickly flew forward again, took out a map from the mezzanine above his head, and started to determine the current position with the compass and gyroscope. After a while, Luo Gan asked
He said: "Sir, are we going back to Zhangzhou Airport?"
Feng Xiaoming shook his head weakly: "No, we are going to Dehua Field Airport. My injury does not allow me to support myself to Zhangzhou Airport."
"Okay, sir, you have to hold on!"
While looking at the map, Luo Gan struggled to find the direction and reference objects with the compass and gyroscope. For a pilot, how to identify the direction in the air by relying on the compass, gyroscope, map and other things is a required course.
Luo Gan has done this kind of homework before. Generally speaking, his results are pretty good. After all, it is relatively easy to identify the direction on land. After all, it is easy to find reference objects on land, and then position according to the reference objects.
, but now we are on the sea. The sea is vast, with blue sky and clear water everywhere, and there is nowhere to compare. At this time, there is no satellite positioning system to guide the direction like in later generations, so Luo Gan can only rely on compasses and maps.
and gyroscopes and other primitive things to check, but fortunately Luo Gan remembered one truth, that is, the land is in the west, and he only had to fly towards the west.
Considering Feng Xiaoming's injury, Luo Gan did not dare to neglect. He drove the plane to a speed of more than 600 kilometers. Feng Xiaoming gritted his teeth and followed him closely. The two planes flew westward like two sharp swords.
More than twenty minutes later, the anxious Luo Gan finally saw the coastline.
"Sir, we have reached the coastline." Luo Gan looked back at the Mustang fighter jet following him closely behind him and cheered him up.
"You...don't worry...I...I can still hold on!"
Listening to Feng Xiaoming's voice, Luo Gan's worry not only did not lessen but became even more anxious, because he could hear that Luo Gan's voice was weaker and weaker than before.
"Sir, hold on, there are still twenty minutes left and we will arrive at the Minqing Field Airport soon!"
Feng Xiaoming took a long, deep breath and suppressed the pain in his chest: "Luo Gan, you must remember the next words. I just put the camera in the small box under my seat. If you wait,
If something goes wrong when I land, you must remember to grab the camera. The photos inside are very important, do you understand?"
Luo Gan knew that Feng Xiaoming was not confident about the outcome of the meeting. He was giving his last words. Holding back his sadness, Luo Gan smiled and said: "Sir, what are you doing? It will only take more than ten minutes. It will be here soon."
Yes, I will help you take it up after it lands."
After speaking, Luo Gan changed the channel to another channel without waiting for Feng Xiaoming's answer and shouted loudly: "Call base three, call base three, please answer if you hear me!"
Soon, a steady voice came over, "This is Base No. 3, please state your identity."
"This is Lark No. 3, emergency situation. We just encountered a Japanese fleet near Mazu Island. It is very large. They have about two aircraft carriers, seven or eight warships and more than 30 large troop transports. They are heading towards
Coming from the southwest. I repeat, a Japanese fleet is coming from the southwest. My lead aircraft is seriously injured and needs treatment. We will arrive at the No. 3 field airport in about twenty minutes. Please prepare immediately.
Ambulance, do you understand? Please make preparations for an emergency landing!"
"What, a large Japanese fleet has been discovered!" An exclamation came from the headset, and then he immediately said: "Okay, I understand, I will make preparations for an emergency landing immediately." After saying that, there seemed to be a wave of stools coming from the opposite side.
There was a crashing sound and a few faint shouts.
After Luo Gan finished speaking, he looked back at the Mustang fighter that was still following him. After arriving on land, it was easy to identify the direction with reference objects. He looked down at the map to determine the direction.
Immediately fly towards the west...
Twenty minutes later, two war eagles painted in grass green flew to the temporary field airport in Dehua County. At this time, several fire trucks were parked beside the runway of the airport, and another white ambulance was also ready.
, dozens of ground crews on both sides of the runway were looking helplessly at the eastern sky, with anxious looks in their eyes as they watched the two War Eagles getting closer and closer.
"Sir, we are here, and I am right next to you. The runway is in front of you now, sir, can you still land?" Luo Gan kept calling into the call transmitter.
At this time, Feng Xiaoming was confused due to excessive blood loss, and his vision was already a little blurry. Listening to Luo Gan's call coming from the headset, he gasped and coughed: "
Cough cough cough...I...I...I'll try!"
Feng Xiaoming worked hard to control the plane and flew downwards. His left hand slowly closed the throttle like a reflex, and then lowered the landing gear. The Mustang fighter swayed like a drunken man.
Dashing towards the runway.
"Lark, Lark, your angle is too big, pull the nose up, pull the nose up quickly!" At this time, the tower's urgent call came to my ears.
Feng Xiaoming resisted dizziness and pulled the control stick. The nose of the plane finally raised a little. Then the tires of the plane hit the earthy runway roughly, shaking Feng Xiaoming several times and making him about to fall asleep.
Feng Xiaoming became a little confused again. In a daze, he turned off the engine, pedaled the brake weakly with his right foot, and then he didn't know anything... (To be continued...)
ps: Thank you cjj71 for the reward of waiting for the wind and rain on a cold night!