I asked you to escape, but you became a soldier in World War II

Chapter 145 Crash Landing
"Restart Engine No. 1!" Lin Chen repeatedly fiddled with the switch of Engine No. 1.

"The engine is broken, it seems not working!"

"Engine No. 1 is faulty. Damn, why is it still smoking?" Lin Chen looked out the window worriedly.

"Oh no, there's a fire!" Lin Chen was shocked because he heard the machine gunners shouting from behind. They were in a better position than him, so they could see more clearly.

"The right engine No. 3 is also on fire!"

Lin Chen and Rick's mood dropped to the bottom. This was fucking terrible. If they had lost two engines it would be okay, but they were afraid of a fire and then they would be finished.

"Fire switch, Rick, turn it on!"

"It's useless, completely useless! Our lines must have been damaged by enemy planes just now." Rick was desperate.

"Warrior, you take over the navigation from me, I want to dive and put out the fire!" Lin Chen could only let Anderson lead everyone to continue returning.

"What's wrong with you? Black Widow, I see flames on your wings."

"I don't know what happened, but there was a fire and I had to dive!"

"Okay, good luck to you!"

Lin Chen quickly shouted to everyone, "Hold on, everyone. We have to dive to put out the fire. If it still doesn't work, we can only parachute out."

After saying that, he began to lower the rudder, and the plane suddenly dived downward. The sharp whistling made everyone feel nervous, especially the extreme discomfort caused by the overload, which made people feel that death was approaching.

5000 meters!
4000 meters!
3000 meters!
As the altitude got lower and lower, Lin Chen tore off the oxygen mask. Sweat began to appear on his forehead and the plane was shaking violently.

"Is the fire out?" Lin Chen asked loudly.

"Not yet, Captain!"

With no other options, they could only continue to dive, and soon they were almost at an altitude of 1000 meters.
"The fire on the right wing is out, but not on the left."

"Fuck!" Lin Chen knew that he had no luck this time. He had to pull up, otherwise the plane's wings would most likely break. However, to his great despair, there seemed to be some problem with the plane's elevator. After climbing for a while, the plane began to be unable to go up.

"What is going on?" Rick was also dumbfounded. He had never encountered such a difficult thing.

"Everyone, we have no choice but to make an emergency landing. The altitude is too low now. Rick, quickly find a suitable place for an emergency landing!"

"Captain, there's a wheat field ahead!"

"Okay, then there! Everyone, please pay attention, we are about to make an emergency landing, God help us!"

The plane was already beginning to fail, the fire in the left engine was still growing, thick smoke filled the plane, and the pungent smell made everyone very uncomfortable.

But the most frightening thing is the unknown of forced landing.

The success rate of an emergency landing in a wheat field is not high, and now they can only pray.

Lin Chen tried his best to pull the nose of the plane up a little bit, making the angle between the fuselage and the ground as small as possible, so that he would have a chance of survival.

"Captain, should we lower the landing gear?" Rick reminded.

"Don't put it down. We have to make an emergency landing in a wheat field. If we put down the landing gear, we will die faster!"

He stared at the ground intently; the altimeter had now reached 0.

"Bang!" The plane landed at a nearly perfect angle, but it bounced back. Lin Chen had no choice but to hold on to the rudder tightly.

The miracle did not happen after all. The plane was broken into two parts by the huge reaction force, and some crew members were thrown out by inertia.

Lin Chen also felt a darkness in front of his eyes and then lost consciousness.

When Lin Chen woke up again, he was tied to a wooden chair with his hands and feet tied tightly.

In front of him was a German Air Force officer.

"Are you awake? You're lucky!" The German officer spoke English, which was not authentic but at least understandable.

Lin Chen didn't dare to speak German, otherwise it would attract more attention.

"Where is this? Where are my men?"

"This is Utrecht. Your men were not as lucky as you. Only two of them survived and they were seriously injured. The rest died." The officer took out a German cigarette.

He handed over the cigarette box, but Lin Chen said his hands were tied and he couldn't smoke.

"Oh, by the way, your hands and feet are inconvenient, so forget it."

"Fuck!" Lin Chen cursed in his heart. This German officer was really abominable. If he let him go, he was confident that he could twist his head off effortlessly.

"Did you rescue them?" Lin Chen still cared about his subordinates. After all, they were all brothers who came out together. The reason why he was able to survive was probably due to his terrifying self-healing ability.

"Save? I think you must have misunderstood. You are here to bomb our homeland. You are invaders. It's good enough that we don't massacre you. As for saving, we should save our soldiers first with our limited medicine."

After saying that, he took out his lighter and took a puff of it happily. "Your bombing was very successful and brought us extremely terrible losses, but your bomber formation also suffered huge losses, right?"

Lin Chen knew that what he said was not groundless, and the losses from this bombing might really be ranked among the top ten battle losses.

"The U.S. military's ability to recover and replenish is very strong, so you don't need to worry about that."

"Oh, I believe what you said. The American military strength is indeed too strong. I believe that the fighter jets and pilots you lost will be replenished soon, or even more!"

He blew out a smoke ring, "Okay, let's be frank, tell me what you know, and I will make sure you live and eat comfortably until after the war!"

Lin Chen was quite surprised. If the other party said that he would let him go, it would probably be nonsense. But now this speech made two points clear. First, he did not intend to shoot himself. Second, he did not have any hope for the battle situation.

"I'm a lieutenant officer! In the Eighth Air Force!"

The other party wrote it down. In fact, he didn't need to say it at all. As long as you have eyesight, you can see it.

"Then what!"

"I am a lieutenant officer! Belonging to the Eighth Air Force!" Lin Chen repeated again.

"Your attitude makes it very difficult for me!" the German officer said very embarrassedly.

"I won't tell you anything else."

"Well, you are probably Asian, why would you work for the Americans?" Seeing that Lin Chen was not buying it, he could only change his thinking. "Look, there are soldiers from various countries in your German army, and there is even a Viking Division in the SS, right?"

"You also know the Viking Division?"

"Of course, this unit is pretty strong." Lin Chen knew about this unit. When the empire was destroyed, weren't they the ones who defended the Empire State Building? He couldn't figure out what they were trying to achieve.

"Before I joined the Air Force, I served in the Viking Division for a while."

Lin Chen was not surprised to hear the other party's words. The German army has always selected the best of the good and the best of the best in its military selection. It was only in the later stages of the war that they began to do whatever they wanted.

"Then you must be the preferred candidate, right?" Lin Chen asked knowingly. In fact, Goering's air force was a mixed bag. There were ace pilots but also many opportunists who were just trying to get by. This led to the entire air force being very bloated and inefficient.

In the last days of the empire, there were actually several air force divisions in the air force, but their combat effectiveness was so poor that it could be said that they were basically of no use.

"Hey," the other party seemed not to want to continue discussing this issue, "Lieutenant Lin, I hope you can tell me something useful, so that I can explain it and give you some decent treatment."

Lin Chen glanced at the other person and said, "I am a lieutenant officer! I belong to the Eighth Air Force!"

"That's enough!" The German officer was obviously a little angry, but he still tried his best to control his emotions, picked up the phone, and ordered in German, "Guards, come in and take him away!"

Immediately, two armed guards came in, untied the ropes on his feet, and escorted him out.

After leaving the room, Lin Chen realized that this was a temporary command center, surrounded by strict sentry posts. Fortunately, he did not choose to run away, otherwise, facing such tight defense, no matter how capable he was, it would be useless.

When they arrived at a woodshed, two German soldiers pushed him in and locked the door.

With the help of the dim light in the woodshed, Lin Chen discovered that there were several other people in the woodshed.

"Sir, are you Lieutenant Lin?" Someone actually recognized him.

"you are?"

"I'm your teammate in the basketball game at the base, Mike." He quickly stretched out his hand, and was even more flattered to see that Lin Chen was willing to shake hands with him.

“I was a substitute at the time, so you probably don’t know me.”

Lin Chen was relieved when he heard this. It turned out that he was a substitute. No wonder he had no impression of him. At that time, he played very fiercely and basically played the whole game, only occasionally going off to rest. Even so, he was concentrating on the situation on the court and had no time to communicate with the substitute players.

"Oh, Mike, nice to meet you." Lin Chen greeted him generously.

After all, we are all prisoners now, and there is no distinction between main players and substitutes.

"So you are the basketball god in the first squadron?" Several captured pilots nearby also stood up.

Although they didn't play basketball like Mike, this didn't prevent Lin Chen from becoming famous, especially since Lin Chen was also a killer in rugby games. How could people not remember him?

In the United States, basketball may not be liked by everyone, but when it comes to rugby, if you can't clearly say you don't like it, you will definitely be rejected. There is a saying that may be a bit exaggerated, but it also shows the lofty status of the first sport in the United States: "If there is a rugby game, even wild dogs on the roadside will stop snatching food and stop to watch."

Lin Chen greeted everyone one by one and started chatting enthusiastically.

It turned out that these people were American pilots who parachuted from the sky. The German army did not make things too difficult for them, which was completely different from the treatment of other army prisoners of war.

I guess the Air Force is a noble branch of the military, and there is still a bit of chivalry in it.

"Is there anyone else?" Lin Chen asked.

Unfortunately, everyone said they didn't know because they were all brought here alone and therefore had no idea of ​​the situation outside.

"Sir, it seems that we have lost a lot of planes." Mike saw that even an ace pilot like Lin Chen was captured, and he thought that the losses must be heavy.

"This is what strategic bombing is all about. If you want to pay no price, then you can only sleep at home." Lin Chen's words made everyone laugh, and the tense mood relaxed at once.

"But our bombing was very successful. The enemy's fighter production factory will definitely be paralyzed for a long time. Even with the efficiency of German workers, it will take some time."

Lin Chen didn’t know how long it would take the Germans to repair the production base, but it seemed that with such severe damage, it would take a long time even for his motherland in his previous life, not to mention the loss of so many skilled workers.

"Ouch."

Suddenly, one of the pilots covered his arm.

"what happened?"

"He dislocated his arm when he landed."

"Oh my God, the Germans won't help him? You won't help him either?" Lin Chen was a little unbelievable.

"How can the Germans be so kind? We, we wouldn't." Mike and the others were a little embarrassed.

"Let me do it!" Lin Chen walked forward, touched his arm, and then found the right position.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Suddenly, he asked an extremely irrelevant question.

"Hehe, no."

"Then you are too lame, aren't you?"

"No, no, I have someone I love. Ah!" While he was still talking nonsense, Lin Chen suddenly exerted force and reset his dislocated arm.

"All right?"

"Well, okay, you try it!"

The pilot waved his arm and it was fine. Then he realized that Lin Chen's questions were just to distract him.

"Because you were dislocated for quite some time, it will be painful to reset it. If it is not reset for too long, it will bring serious consequences."

After hearing Lin Chen say this, everyone admired him even more. How come this guy knows everything?
Lin Chen was also speechless. Such a simple skill, not to mention their special forces, even ordinary army soldiers almost every one of them knows it. Otherwise, if they were on the battlefield and the medics didn't keep up, wouldn't they be waiting to die?
It can only be said that the U.S. military’s logistical support capabilities are so outstanding that these American soldiers have lost the most basic first aid skills.

"Can we find a way to leave here?" Lin Chen was thinking about how to leave.

"I'm afraid it's difficult. There are many guards outside, and there are only a few of us. We don't have any weapons." The pilot he just rescued replied, "My name is Jason, his name is Brown, and there are Andy and Gray."

"Okay, let's discuss it again. Anyway, we must find a way to go back." Lin Chen encouraged everyone. Being captured is not scary. The scariest thing is to lose the hope of escaping and just wait for the war to end.

In the later stages of the war, there might be a cleanup operation at some point, and then wouldn’t we be lambs to be slaughtered?

The power of life is only life when it is in your own hands!

(End of this chapter)