"Hunter, please report the damage to the aircraft. I will be here soon." Zhou Dapeng was not as optimistic as his comrades who had not seen the situation, and his face was still solemn.
"Eagle One, the cockpit glass is all broken and the tail fin is completely missing. I feel dizzy and can hardly see anything." Chen Buping's weak voice sounded again.
Chen Buping did not report that there was a piece of glass stuck in his chest that was much larger than an adult's hand.
It was not that he was timid and did not dare to hit the Japanese plane, but even if he did, the most likely result would be a collision of three planes. Using the tail fin as a knife to deflect the Japanese plane was the wisest choice.
But no matter how good his flying skills were, he could not guarantee that his cockpit would still be one meter away from the Japanese plane at that moment of intersection. In order to increase the success rate, he could only fly under the Japanese plane at high speed at the shortest distance. Because of the violent force
After the collision, the shattered glass of the cockpit was like a bullet at high speed, breaking through the thick flight suit and piercing his chest.
He was losing a lot of blood and breathing was becoming difficult. Although he tried to keep his eyes open and pulled down his windshield, he could barely see ahead.
There was silence on the intercom.
It is not a big deal if all the cockpit glass is broken, but the missing tail fin is extremely fatal for the aircraft. The yaw and pitch of the aircraft depend on the rudder on the tail fin.
"Hunter, I order you to parachute. You are now above our position. Repeat the order and you can parachute." Zhou Dapeng's voice suddenly raised an octave.
"No, Eagle 1, I want to fly the plane back. This is my landline." Chen Buping's pleading voice sounded through the intercom.
"Listen to me, hunter, if the tail rudder is missing, it will be difficult for you to control the aircraft. You can't even pull it up. In ten seconds, you will drop from your current altitude to 400 meters. At that time, you will not even have the chance to parachute."
No more, I promise that when I return to the Sichuan base, I will equip you with the latest aircraft." Zhou Dapeng patiently advised.
"Eagle 1, I know I will have new aircraft, but we in China don't have them. Our aircraft can only be imported. If they are gone, they will be gone forever. Songhu, we have lost more than 300 aircraft. The Chinese Air Force,
It’s almost gone. Please, let me try again.”
There was silence again on the intercom.
In the cockpit, which is beyond the reach of people's eyes, everything is bright and clear under the windshield.
As pilots, they understand that fighter planes are the second life of pilots. Without fighter planes, what will they use to fly in the blue sky and what will they use to defend the blue sky? The purpose taught to them by American instructors is that pilots are always more important than airplanes, and they would rather not have fighter planes.
To ensure the safety of pilots.
However, in China, pilots often risk their lives for the sake of airplanes. Do pilots not know their own importance? Is it that they don’t cherish their lives? No, it’s not. Without the airplane, there will really be no more
There are no more planes.
In today's China, there is no other channel except for a group of planes assisted by red polar bears passing through Xinjiang, waiting for transshipment in the far northwest. But China's blue sky needs to be guarded by the Chinese Air Force.
The only option is to risk your life to protect the plane.
Liu Lang didn't speak, just listened quietly.
The soldiers of this era, whether the army or the air force, are worthy of this tragic but magnificent era. They are far stronger than he imagined.
"Hunter, I see you, I see you, your nose is too low, pull the plane up to 800 meters. If the lever doesn't work, lower the flaps. Slow down and reduce the speed to 280 yards.
." Zhou Dapeng's voice sounded on the intercom again.
"Okay, I'll pull up and slow down." Chen Buping operated the aircraft under Zhou Dapeng's command with some difficulty.
"Very good, try using flaps instead of tail rudder. Can you control the steering of the aircraft?"
"It should work! Let me try."
"Okay, brother, I'm here, and I will accompany you to fly the plane back. But you promise me that after you hear my order to parachute again, you must obey the order." He has already flown to the side of fighter plane No. 119.
Thirty meters away, Zhou Dapeng held back the tears in his eyes and gave Chen Buping a thumbs-up gesture from a distance. "Brothers, you go back first. I will accompany the hunter back to the airport. Let's meet at the airport."
"Hunter, let's meet at the airport."
"Eagle 1, we must bring the hunter back."
...
Chen Buping smiled hard and made an OK gesture.
No one could see that the blood on his chest was flowing faster and faster under the cold wind at high altitude.
"Eagle 1, Hunter, and all the air warriors who can hear my voice, please accept the highest salute from all the officers and men of the 386th Brigade of the 18th Army and the Independent Regiment of the 22nd Army." The future general said in front of Liu Lang.
When prompted, he pressed the intercom switch and said solemnly.
"Salute!" Liu Lang's voice also sounded.
Following Liu Lang's roar, all the guards in front of the command department and in the surrounding areas put their guns on their chests, looked up at the sky, and saluted solemnly.
This was the first military salute performed by all the officers and soldiers of the Independent Regiment during the war, which violated Liu Lang's previous military orders. But Liu Lang felt that they in the sky were qualified to do so.
Although the record of 0 to 24 is not unprecedented, it is definitely unprecedented, even on the European battlefield.
Their fierce slap not only made a bunch of Japanese generals and lieutenants of the North China Expeditionary Force have golden flowers in their eyes, but also slapped the 40th Infantry Brigade into hell.
If the Japanese army wants to send another plane to assist, it will not be something that can be solved in a few hours.
However, nothing is perfect.
In everyone's eyes, the tattered Chinese fighter jet belonging to the Hunter that was turning eastward in the sky lost control again. The nose of the aircraft was raised again and climbed less than 200 meters before entering a dive state again.
Zhou Dapeng was suddenly startled. He turned his head and looked at Chen Buping, who was only thirty meters away from him, and saw that his head was gradually hanging down.
"Hunter, hunter, call hunter, the plane is diving, pull up, pull up."
However, there was no response.
"Hunter, hunter, the plane is out of control. I order you to parachute. Parachute immediately." Zhou Dapeng also lowered the nose of the plane and entered the dive state along with Chen Buping.
The two planes continued to lower their altitude like sharp arrows.
The heart-wrenching scene made the Chinese soldiers on the ground who were participating in the war seem to have forgotten that they were in a battlefield filled with bullets. Many of them even looked up to the sky. Even their superiors forgot to reprimand them because they were also watching.
Even the Japanese are watching.
The Chinese pilot first used unparalleled courage to save his comrades, and then used even greater courage to save his own plane. Putting aside the hatred between the two sides, even the Japanese army admired their courage alone.
The battlefield that had just reignited the war suddenly fell silent again except for sporadic gunshots because of the safety of a plane. It was a miracle of war.
"I'm sorry, No. 1, I'm afraid I can't go home with you, cough!" Chen Buping raised his drooped head slightly and said with difficulty.
"Asshole, I order you to parachute immediately. I will take you home." Zhou Dapeng couldn't control his tears anymore and flowed down hard.
From a distance of more than thirty meters, he could clearly see the blood spurting from Chen Buping's mouth.
It turned out that his injury was so serious.
He regretted not immediately ordering his brave wingman to parachute. If he had parachuted one minute before, the plane would have been gone, but he might have survived.
But now, can he still have the strength to stand up and climb out of the cockpit? Zhou Dapeng is not sure at all.
"I'm sorry, captain, I lied to you. I have no strength left. My real name is Chen Huaiming. Please tell my parents and sister that I love them. Please also tell my fiancée to choose someone else and don't think of me as a bad person."
Remember: Huai Ming died well and will have no regrets in this life!"
On the intercom, Chen Buping's voice became weaker and weaker.
In Zhou Dapeng's field of vision, his head drooped lower and lower.
In the broken cockpit where no one could see, the young pilot's hand gently touched a black and white photo in his breast pocket that had been stained red with blood and his eyes could not be seen clearly, and murmured: "Meiyu, I love you."
!”
The sound is so soft that it is ultimately inaudible.
His pale fingers stopped on the delicate and young face in the old black and white photo and never moved again.
The plane that lost all control was like a wild horse, rushing toward the ground.
"Asshole, I won't tell you, I won't tell you, tell them yourself! You bastard! You bastard..." Zhou Dapeng's voice was heartbreaking, like a trapped animal.
Tears overflowed from his young face as he pulled off his goggles.
The eyes of the Army Major General and Army Colonel were also filled with lust.
As army commanders with far superior minds than ordinary people, the two of them could not hide their sadness. No one thought that this salute was actually a farewell.
That young and brave pilot could no longer return the favor?
Chen Huaiming, that extremely familiar name, made Liu Lang finally remember who he was.
The 22-year-old boy who was supposed to fight with Japanese planes in the blue sky of Hankou during the Wuhan Defense War six months later was shot several times but did not parachute. Instead, he used the plane as a spear and himself as ammunition, and slammed into the Japanese plane.
, although he did not go to Wuhan but came to Shanxi because of the trouble he caused as a little butterfly from the future, he did not escape his fate after all.
In the past, he buried himself in the blue sky of the motherland. In this era, he almost used the same method to engrave the glory of the Chinese Air Force on the sky of Chinese history, shining brightly.
There was a loud noise of "Boom!"
The tragedy ends.
"Brother Liu, please collect the hunter's bones for me. I will definitely take him home, I will!" Zhou Dapeng's extremely desolate voice sounded on the intercom.
The Chinese fighter plane numbered 001 roared past 50 meters above the wreckage of the crashed 119 fighter plane, jumped into the sky, and flew away like an arrow.
Never looked back.
It's not that he doesn't want to pay homage to his comrades, but the spirit of his deceased comrades in heaven will be angry because of his stupid move. He would rather die to save the fighter plane, and he must not waste more fuel just because he misses him.
Smoothly drive the fighter plane back to the airport and keep painting red stars on the fuselage, which is the best memorial to our comrades.
From then on, Zhou Dapeng's perseverance added another kind of perseverance. The living people lived for the dead until the end of their own lives. It seemed ordinary, but it was a promise of life and death.
At the same time, the streets of Wuhan were a little desolate because of the war.
The two women wearing blue cheongsam seemed to have something in their hearts and glanced at the northwest sky in unison.