Chapter 697 Walk Before the Gate of Hell (Plus)

Time passed slowly, and the fuel gauge in front showed less and less fuel.

He kept going in circles, but below, nothing was found. The radius of the search had expanded to 80 kilometers around!

"Maybe, we were wrong." Faced with this situation, Craig finally made a judgment. Maybe, Berlin is really still ahead!

"Attention, a small team, give up searching for the city below, we continue to fly forward!" Craig made a decision.

At this moment, there was a stinging sound in the earphone. This kind of strong radio interference made him immediately increase his vigilance. He was wandering over the Germans, but the Germans have not responded, right? It is possible, and now, this kind of interference may be the intention of discovering one's own side.

Berlin, probably just ahead of the route, fly over!

The fuel gauge in front has dropped to a terrible reading. They don't want to fly back. Now, their greatest hope is to be able to throw the bomb over Berlin.

Then they need to make an emergency landing and return to the UK after the hardships!

This is the last option they have planned.

Unbeknownst to Craig, just as his bomber was climbing to a height and preparing to continue forward, the bomber unit that had flown in front was turning back.

The difference in height prevented them from finding each other, and just like that, in the dark, they switched positions and continued to fly.

It was an ordeal night for the British bomber force.

They can't even complete the first step of bombing, which is to find the target!

"Ahead, found a city!" Finally, just when the fuel was about to run out, the navigator called out excitedly.

They found a city!

"Attention, prepare to drop bombs!" Craig shouted loudly. At this time, the radio interference was not so strong, but he still couldn't contact the second team. Regardless of them, his own troops had to complete the bombing!

Get ready to drop the bomb!

In order to ensure the hit rate, they flew the plane low to a height of about 500 meters. Everyone was determined to die. In fact, when they boarded the plane, they all wrote a suicide note and became a martyr. The odds are too great.

"Bomb!" the navigator exclaimed excitedly, pressing the button at the same time.

The bomb bay of the bomber opened, and bombs fell from the cabin.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Germans, let you taste the British gift!

On the bomb body, the words "Gift to Cyric" were written in white paint.

One after another bombs fell from the sky. For the residents of this city, this night was a very sad time for them.

The western Polish city, Lipiane, yes, the British bomber accidentally flew more than 100 kilometers, flew over Poland, and bombed a Polish border city!

Bombs exploded one after another, lighting up the city below. Just as the plane accelerated away, Craig always had an indescribable feeling.

It's too easy, isn't it? What about the cannon below? Are the Germans really so negligent? As the capital of Germany, is it so ignorant of precautions?

"No, we're almost out of fuel." After the bombing was completed, the bomber's fuel warning light flashed without flying dozens of kilometers, which is definitely a dangerous distance.

"We have to find a place to make an emergency landing," Craig said.

Although they all carry parachute bags, as long as they are clear-minded people, they will know how dangerous skydiving is. Even if they are skydiving during the day, they will break their legs. If they are not careful, they will fall to pieces. cake.

If you can make a forced landing, it is better to make a forced landing!

Craig knew that the risk of a forced landing was equally high. A bomber’s forced landing required several hundred meters of flat land, and now, although the moon had risen, it was not enough for them to see the ground completely.

This requires the fearless spirit of the pilot, as well as skilled technology, plus enough luck!

Craig lowered his height to only a few tens of meters from the ground, so that he could see more clearly. At this time, there were dense woods below, and it was impossible to land in the woods, and it would definitely be shattered.

At least fly over the woods!

At this moment, there was a vibration from the wing of the plane. He turned his head and saw that the engine on one side had stopped turning.

not good!

The engine has stalled!

Can't wait any longer! The left engine is turned off, and the engine on the right has only the oil in the fuel pipe left, which is only a few seconds. During this time, can I find a suitable landing ground?

At this moment, the woods suddenly disappeared, and in front, there is a river!

Well, just landed on the river bank!

When he saw it, the engine on the right had also lost power, and he pulled the operating lever hard to let the fighter slide down at a suitable elevation angle.

"Quick, put down the landing gear!" Just as he was trying to stabilize the plane, he shouted to the other two. At this time, the two had come out of the nose and the back of the plane respectively, and got into the middle of the fuselage. , shake the handle.

As they rocked, the landing gear slowly descended.

Under normal circumstances, the landing gear is retracted hydraulically, but now the engine has lost power, and the landing gear can no longer be retracted hydraulically. At this time, you can only rely on the most basic mechanical device to crank the landing gear !

The two were shaking hard, and the landing gear slowly fell down, down, but the plane fell faster!

"No, it's too late, use the belly to make an emergency landing!" Craig said, at this time, the river bank is in front of you!

I can't see clearly. If the river bank here is soft sand, then we can land easily. If it is all pebbles, then this landing will be thrilling.

Just as Craig was shouting, both of them hugged their arms tightly around the handrail next to them, and it was too late to fasten their seat belts.

The plane was out of power, and although Craig pulled the lever back hard, the bomber was nose down and plunged in.

When the nose of the plane touched the ground, Craig even had a hint of fear, if it was a stone, the plane would crash!

There was no violent impact, as if it hit a puddle of mud, half of the fuselage was plunged in, and the remaining half was exposed behind.

The three of them all seemed to have walked through the gate of hell, especially Craig, whose back was soaked wet. When the fuselage stopped falling, he greeted his companions: "Look what's outside. , we'd better get out."

If this is a swamp, it is quite scary, they can't get out, they can only be trapped here!

This is a long dark night.