Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2658 Falling!

"Connect all these pull rings together, and then we'll each take one side."

Marklov instructed the other crew member to find a rope, thread the safety rings of all the grenades onto the rope, and quickly retreat.

At this moment, Vladimir finally asked anxiously: "Are you ready, Mr. Markov? We have descended to 3,000 meters. It seems that we will really parachute soon."

At the end, Vladimir murmured with some regret, because he really couldn't bear to part with his old friend who he had driven for three years.

But there was no way. As long as the plane did not fall into a death roll after the explosion, it would be their greatest luck.

Of course, if it weren't for the weapons and ammunition on the plane, they would have parachuted long ago.

Markov retreated to a relatively safe position and replied, "Ready!"

Another crew member responded: "I'm ready here too."

"Then I'll count down, and you pull off the safety ring at the same time."

Vladimir shouted again, then stroked the instrument panel on the plane and murmured, "Old buddy, don't let me down!"

At this point, Vladimir began to count down: "Three, two, one! Detonate!"

Vladimir counted down, his voice echoing in the cabin, and each number was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of Markov and another crew member.

But both men reacted quickly, pulling the ropes almost at the same time, pulling off the safety rings of all the grenades.

boom!

A loud bang followed, and a big hole seemed to be torn open in the bottom of the cabin by an invisible big hand. The air wave surged out like a tide, knocking Markov and the crew member so hard that they could hardly stand.

They clung to everything they could, trying to maintain their balance.

They could hardly see anything at this moment, as the cabin was filled with smoke and flames that had not yet dissipated.

But they didn't know that the bottom of the cabin had been completely blown off in the explosion. Accompanied by a loud noise, two large wooden boxes also fell from the sky.

Inside the cabin, after the shock wave of the explosion, everything fell into a brief silence, but then there was another even more violent shaking.

But this time, the plane glided steadily after regaining balance.

Everything seemed to have returned to its best condition, but unexpectedly at this moment, the roar of the Japanese fighter planes came again.

The Japanese fighter plane was damaged by the crew member before, and the right wing was hit by three machine gun bullets, which even shot off a small half of the right wing.

So the Japanese pilot was worried that the plane would lose control and temporarily left the battle circle.

But after repeated tests, he found that the performance of the aircraft was not affected, and the Soviet planes exploded one after another without any resistance. He flew back, increased the horsepower, and strafed the transport planes.

Bullets poured down like a rainstorm, extending two long tracks and flying over the top of the transport plane.

In the next second, big holes appeared one after another on the cabin of the transport plane.

The plane's panels were as thin as paper and could not withstand the Japanese machine gun fire at all.

The fuselage of the transport plane trembled under the dense firepower, and more of the planes' upper cabins were torn apart by machine gun bullets.

The cold wind mixed with the whistling sound of machine gun bullets poured into the cabin, making the already extremely unstable flight posture even more unstable.

Markov tried his best to keep his body steady, his eyes searching for Vladimir's figure in the chaos.

Vladimir had already put on his parachute and was approaching him with difficulty, his face full of reluctance to leave his old friend.

But even so, he shouted: "Mr. Markov, hurry! We have to parachute immediately!"

Vladimir shouted at Markov, his voice torn apart by the wind. But at this moment, another barrage of bullets came, almost causing Vladimir to lose control and fall directly from the plane.

Markov was fine, because he was standing on the edge of the right side of the cabin, forming a perfect angle with the cockpit.

It is stable and safe here. Unless the Japanese have extremely advanced machine gun shooting skills, they will never be able to hit him.

But the other crew member was not so lucky. He was hit by two bullets in the chest and abdomen respectively.

The huge penetrating force caused him to crash into the damaged wall of the plane behind him, and he directly penetrated the plane and flew out.

"what?"

Markov was about to call out to the other party, but found that it was meaningless.

The crew member was shot twice in the vital parts and would probably have died even if he hadn't fallen out of the plane.

Markov had no time to grieve. He quickly grabbed the handrail on the side of the cabin and prepared to follow Vladimir in parachuting.

But I didn't expect that at this moment, another accident would happen.

Following a violent explosion, the tail of the plane broke off for unknown reasons.

Perhaps it was because of the explosion of the grenade just now, or perhaps it was because the Japanese plane's strafing happened to hit there.

But no matter what, the tail wing of the transport plane broke off, as if the entire plane was suddenly pushed by a big hand, and the plane's altitude began to drop sharply.

"Mr. Marklov, jump!"

At this time, Vladimir shouted a warning, because there was no time for them to think, if they didn't jump, they would miss the best parachuting opportunity.

So after this shout, the two of them jumped out of the big hole in the bottom of the cabin almost at the same time.

At this moment, they were like two leaves falling in the wind, drifting in the boundless sky.

The ground below was rapidly approaching, and the wind was whistling in my ears with a biting chill.

If you are a person who does not have the energy to skydive, many of them would have either peed themselves out of fear or have already fainted.

Of course, Markov and Vladimir are not such people.

They held hands in mid-air and even chatted for a few words, then separated. After dodging the large amount of falling aircraft wreckage, they opened their parachutes.

The huge canopy slowed their descent, allowing them to land safely.

Looking back at the sky, the transport plane that once carried them had now turned into a burning fireball, slowly falling to the earth.

Boom!

Amid a huge roar, flames shot up into the sky.

Countless flames gushed out from the cracks in the fuselage, instantly engulfing the entire plane and turning it into a dazzling fireball.

In the firelight, metal fragments flew around like dead leaves blown by the wind, making a sharp whistling sound and stirring up clouds of dust and sparks.

The shock wave generated by the explosion set off a huge dust storm, covering everything around it in thick smoke and dust.

In the smoke and dust, the wreckage of the transport plane was like a shattered dream, twisting and breaking, and finally, accompanied by a series of deafening roars, it completely collapsed, turning into countless burning fragments, splashing in all directions!

At this moment, it seemed that only the light of fire and the sound of explosions remained between heaven and earth, and everything was submerged in an irresistible and terrifying force!

(End of this chapter)