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Chapter 618 Chapter 618 The Fallen Flying Fortress

"Damn it! We were hit!" The pilot who was flying the plane found that his joystick seemed to have become heavy. 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! I'll leave it to you to operate! 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 pilot clutching his thigh and looking at him with an ugly expression.A bullet struck from below, piercing the fuselage of the plane, piercing the co-pilot's thigh, and what appeared to be a hole in the roof.

"Someone's been shot! Someone's been shot!" Seeing the blood 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 the joystick had completely lost control of the aircraft. He looked at the wing beside him through the porthole on his side and found that one of the engines was still emitting black smoke.

It seems impossible to threaten a B-45 Flying Fortress bomber with only .17 caliber bullets from the Maxim heavy machine gun.

During World War II, in order to shoot down this kind of strong and self-defense aerial monster, Germany had to install various large-caliber weapons on the aircraft: 20mm caliber cannon, 30mm caliber cannon, and even rockets with a caliber of 100mm or more bomb……

However, there are exceptions to everything, no matter how strong the plane is, there may be accidents due to luck.

Unfortunately, the plane was hit by a string of machine gun bullets a few seconds before the end of the bombing, and various malfunctions appeared as if it had seen a ghost.

"Didn't it mean that nothing can shoot down the flying fortress?" The bombardier who heard the shout rushed over and saw the bleeding co-pilot, frowned and complained.

There were only 5 people on the plane, because at this moment the B-17 bomber produced by Datang Group had not been equipped with self-defense machine guns, so there was no need to arrange so many crew members.

"We are descending altitude! I don't know if the steering is working or not! But I can see the black smoke on the wing!" The captain said to the two people around him, grabbing the joystick.

"Flying fortress No. 397 is falling! Call tower! Call tower! Repeat! Flying fortress No. 397 is falling! We are falling! The location... The location is unknown! Near the bombing zone! Near the bombing zone!" Grabbing the communicator, 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 come over because of the distance.But because of the radio, they must have known that someone was injured.

"There are bullet holes under the belly of the aircraft, and a bullet penetrated the hatch of the magazine." Another crew member who rushed over reported the damage to the plane he saw along the way: "One of the hatches cannot be closed, this may be a bad news."

"Hatch door? Can't close it? The bomb chamber?" The bomber asked nervously, looking at his companion behind him in surprise.

"Yes, and we seem to be getting closer and closer to the sea surface." On the way, he saw the sea level under the belly of the plane.

"We're finished..." The co-pilot, who was still bleeding, said palely, "We won't be the first flying fortress crew to crash, will we?"

"Shut up! You don't want to be discouraged." The captain tried to regain control of the aircraft by moving the stick, but he failed, and the aircraft began to turn sideways, and then couldn't correct it anymore.

Annoyed, he wanted to move the joystick to change the plane to normal flight status.But he obviously failed, and the whole plane dropped a lot of altitude.

"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...to find a safer place and avoid...those enemy warships. "

"Look, we can't force-land in the middle of the enemy ship!" The co-pilot clutching his wound felt that he was about to die, and reminded.

Through the windshield, several people took a closer look at the surrounding sea. They could no longer see the enemy fleet, and they didn't even know where they flew.

"Check the equipment! Maybe we really need to use that damn inflatable lifeboat." The captain let go of the basically useless joystick, got out of his pilot's seat, and started to pull the co-pilot on board with the bombardier. The unlucky ones come out.

This tearing and severe pain caused the pilot on the co-pilot to scream hysterically.Blood was spilled on the buttons in the middle and the gauges, it looked like a terrible scene.

"Maybe we are finished." The radio operator who went to check the equipment looked at the inflatable bottles and lifeboats fixed on the wall behind him, and shouted depressed.

A machine gun bullet pierced 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 pilot cursed while helping the co-pilot's thigh.At this time, they were less than 100 meters away from the sea.

"I think, should we fasten our seat belts?" The captain finally remembered the safety manual, but it was too late.

The plane rushed straight to the sea, and the sudden deceleration caused everyone to be thrown straight ahead.The heads of the greenhouses on the lower floor were all shattered, and the seawater poured in frantically, engulfing part of the space in an instant.

By the time the captain regained consciousness, most of his body was already submerged in water.The co-pilot who was shot was unconscious, and the sea water was full of bright red blood.

"Captain! Captain!" The electromechanical officer who supported the co-pilot was also submerged in the water.He was struggling to push the injured co-pilot to higher ground.

"Put on the life jacket! Damn it, I can't swim!" The captain reminded loudly, but he was still a little dizzy.

"I didn't see the navigator! Where is he?" The bombardier at a high place helped pull the unconscious wounded up, and asked the captain who was still a little confused.

"It's a good thing I'm wearing a life jacket! Damn it." The radio operator, who also couldn't swim, pushed the wounded to a high place full of ammunition hangers, and climbed out of the water to complain.

The plane can still float in the water for a while, but they will lose such a floating island soon.Because it is obviously not a safe thing to take the wounded and soak them all in sea water.

"We have to get out of here! Get on the wing!" The captain somewhat recovered, and reminded several people in front of him while climbing.

"The reserved hatch on the side!" The electromechanical 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 out of breath.

With a hard kick, the electromechanical officer kicked away the temporarily installed skin. As the skin fell off, sunlight shone into the somewhat dim cabin.

"Half of the wing is already in the water!" He poked his head out to take a look, and the electromechanical operator stepped back and shouted.

"Then you have to get out of here too! Otherwise we will sink with the plane!" The captain, who can't swim himself, explained in a crying voice: "Get the wounded out first!"

They worked together, and after getting the unconscious wounded out of the plane, they also got out of the plane one by one.

At this time, their plane was about to sink, and several people had to hurry away from the flying fortress where only the tail of the plane was still floating on the sea.

"Now we only have this." Pointing to the whistle on his shoulder, the electromechanicalist laughed at himself, dumbfounded.

Everything was in a hurry just now. They forgot the incendiary rods in the box inside the fuselage, and they didn't go to pick up the lifeboat that had eight holes punched out by a single shot, and they didn't take the inflatable bottle at the same time.

In short, they climbed out of the plane in such a mess, drifted in the sea in a mess, and forgot all the survival skills they had learned before.

"Where's the navigator? Did you see him?" The captain grabbed the unconscious co-pilot with one hand and turned to ask the bombardier who was also in a panic.

"Captain! Captain! I'm here! I'm here!" A plane away from them, the navigator waved his arms and shouted loudly.

Everyone was there, the captain breathed a sigh of relief, and then he looked at the empty sky, at the sea level where there was no sound at all.

This place seems to be far away from the battlefield and the hustle and bustle—they don't even know where they are in the world now.

"Someone will come to rescue us." The captain weakly comforted his subordinates.

"I hope they come sooner." The mechanic and electrician, who was already a little scared, kept looking around while supporting the unconscious co-pilot.

To be honest, this feeling is very bad, except for the sound of the waves, the surrounding area is extremely quiet.They seemed to be the only ones left in the world, and the terror of extinction swept over in an instant, torturing the nerves of each of them.

"I feel bad, really bad." The bombardier fiddled with the seawater with his hands, and the seawater from his hair dripped onto his face, setting off the anxiety and fear on his face.

"It's only been 1 minute! Don't scare yourself!" The captain was able to float on the sea with the help of a life jacket. Rather than saying that he was holding the unconscious co-pilot, it was better to say that he was using the buoyancy of the unconscious co-pilot to hold him. support.

The navigator in the distance was still paddling non-stop, trying to swim to meet them, but the other party didn't seem to be very good at swimming, and they didn't get much distance after thumping for a long time.

After all, they are all pilots, and whether they can swim is really an extra skill.Some people know just a little bit, and some people are totally landlubbers.

"I hope they will come soon...to find us." Looking at the co-pilot whose face was already extremely ugly, the electromechanical officer wiped the seawater off his face and said.

"Yeah, I hope they come over quickly." The captain looked at the sky and echoed.

(End of this chapter)