Chapter 493 We Land on Our Feet

Wang Zhong's return flight did not go to Yebao, but flew directly to Abavahan.

The Ante heroes who went to the United States with him did not come back together. After all, helping the United States sell bonds is also a very important task, which is related to how much assistance Ante can get.

In the C47 transport plane, in addition to Wang Zhong and Yakov, there was also the chef Seris with ten helpers.

Mr. Zhang is very trustworthy. This chef is big and strong, and looks like he is very good at cooking.

The helpers look like gang 49ers.

The translator who came with them also looked a little uneasy sitting on the plane.

Wang Zhong comforted him: "I'm already the commander of the front. Generally, there are few deaths in the headquarters of the front."

The translator said awkwardly: "Is that so? Thank you for your comfort."

Wang Zhong: "What's your name?"

"Oh, my last name is Liu, and I have an Ante name, Nikolai Nikolayevich."

Wang Zhong: "Nikolai, if you have time in the future, I hope you can teach me Seris, because I want to learn more about Seris culture."

Nikolai looked at Wang Zhong with an incredible expression: "This... To be honest, I have only heard of my compatriots learning from foreign countries - your country, opening their eyes to see the world, and this is the first time I have seen someone like you."

Wang Zhong thought to himself, don't worry, if you can live to 120 years old, you can see the scene of foreign scholars carrying Shanhaiguan and rushing to Seris.

Nikolai continued: "Of course, if you are willing to learn Seris, I will definitely teach you everything I know. But the problem is that I am not a professional teacher, and I am afraid I can't teach it well."

Wang Zhong patted his shoulder: "Don't worry about this."

You only need to teach, I am only worried that I will scare you if I learn too fast later.

At this time, Wang Zhong suddenly felt the plane tilting.

Because of the rapid decrease in altitude, Wang Zhong's ears felt strange.

He immediately asked loudly: "Why are you descending so quickly?"

But because of the loud noise in the plane, the cockpit at the front of the plane did not hear Wang Zhong's words at all. So he stood up, walked quickly through the cabin, came to the door connecting the cockpit and the cabin, and lifted the back panel of the cockpit with force.

"Why are you descending?" he asked loudly.

The pilot looked back at him, still at a loss.

Wang Zhong was about to shout, when he suddenly saw headphones and microphones hanging on the back panel, which seemed to be connected to the internal line. He picked up the headphones and put them on, holding the microphone with his hand and asked loudly: "Why are you descending suddenly?"

The captain heard it clearly this time and immediately replied: "The radio said that we encountered enemy planes! We have to descend below the clouds, fly at a very low altitude close to the ground, and use the ground as cover. I suggest you also put on a parachute and a life jacket quickly, and you may land in the inland sea later!"

Although the captain specially selected a pilot familiar with the Ant language for this mission, he was too nervous and still made him say several wrong words.

Wang Zhong stretched his neck and looked through the glass of the cockpit at the inland sea on the left side of the fuselage.

"Damn it," he asked, "How did the Proson plane get here?"

The captain said, "We are heading south along the coastline of the inland sea and are very close to the front line."

Wang Zhong: "How far is it from the airport?"

The co-pilot looked at the map and said, "It will take more than an hour. This is our fastest speed."

Wang Zhong: "Thank you."

He was about to turn back when he heard a bad sound.

So he immediately cut out a bird's-eye view and saw a Proson twin-engine fighter swooping down.

Well, using a twin-engine heavy fighter to intercept a senior enemy general in the air, this scene looks so familiar!

Wang Zhong just thought so, Emilia's plane flashed by like lightning, and the wings of the Proson heavy fighter were cut off in the middle, and the engine was separated from the fuselage.

The fuselage without counterweight began to spin, and the pilot of the Proson desperately pressed the fire button, and the weapons on the nose began to spray tracer bullets around meaninglessly.

At this moment, a Plossen heavy bomber rushed through the bottom of the cloud. Two of the six engines of the bomber were on fire, but it was still flying for the time being, but its speed was getting slower and slower, and its altitude was constantly decreasing.

Because the people on the bomber were highlighted by Wang Zhong, the distance between it and C47 was less than 2.5 kilometers.

The next moment, Wang Zhong clearly saw that all the self-defense firepower of the heavy bomber was aimed at C47. It was quite shocking to see so many self-defense turrets turning in the same direction, just like an air battleship was about to concentrate its firepower.

Then an overwhelming barrage of tracer bullets poured towards C47.

At such a long distance, it was still a moving-to-moving shooting. It should not have hit, but the enemy's firepower was too dense.

All the turrets that could be aimed at this side turned around, and the barrage was as dense as the anti-aircraft firepower network of the United States battleship.

And the enemy was still on the port side of C47!

The first bullet hit the C47's cabin. Wang Zhong only had time to switch back to the cabin view before the bullet went out from the other side, leaving only a whoosh.

One of the helpers touched his head and said, "Damn it, it almost killed me (Cantonese)."

Before he finished speaking, a second bullet hole appeared on the port side of the cabin, and the worker in front of the helper was shot in the temple. The bullet had already flown a long way and had no penetrating power, so the bullet hole was not big, and the bullet stayed directly in the brain, not penetrating from the other side.

The worker leaned to the right and leaned on the chef.

The chef shouted, "Agui! Agui!"

Although they were all speaking Cantonese, Wang Zhong understood everything. He was about to speak when he heard a fire explosion outside the left porthole.

He quickly changed the view and saw that the engine of the enemy plane that had just sprayed bullets finally exploded, blowing off its wings. The huge plane broke at once and fell to the surface of the inland sea below.

The crew members on board jumped out of the cabin one after another.

Because it was already at low altitude, the burning wreckage of the plane soon touched the sea surface, splashing high waves.

Emilia's plane came to the side of C47, and Wang Zhong heard the girl's radio communication in his headset: "This is the bomber team and the long-range heavy fighter escorting them. They just ran into us.

"Just now I saw the MiG-3 fighting with the enemy at high altitude. We should be able to run away soon."

Wang Zhong: "Please be alert, and why are you the only one left in the escort plane?"

Emilia said unhappily: "Once the air battle begins, the fighting will be scattered. It's normal that we can't find each other. ”

After all, this is not a game, and the aircraft's onboard avionics are not advanced, so Wang Zhong can understand it.

Wang Zhong stuck his head into the cockpit again and patted the captain on the shoulder: "Call the airport and tell them we are almost there, don't be shot down by our own anti-aircraft fire!"

"Okay!" The co-pilot replied and began to call in the not-so-fluent Ante language, "Abawahan, Abawahan, this is Orient Express, No. 1 is on my plane, be careful not to hit by mistake! No. 1 is on my plane, be careful not to hit by mistake!"

As soon as the call was made, the ground began to spit anti-aircraft fire into the air.

Wang Zhong grabbed the co-pilot's microphone and shouted: "Asshole! You are hitting friendly forces! Asshole!"

He just shouted once, and the fuselage shook violently.

Emilia's voice came from the headset: "Orient Express! I saw smoke coming out of your left engine! Please cut off the left engine oil line! ”

At this time, it may be discovered that it was a mistake, and the artillery fire on the ground stopped.

Wang Zhong rushed to the porthole on the left and looked at the flames on the engine.

At this time, he heard someone blowing next to him. He turned his head and saw Yakov blowing at the porthole glass, as if he could blow out the flames on the engine outside.

When Wang Zhong turned his head again, he really saw that the flames were out!

The engine was emitting black smoke, and the propeller had stopped, but it was indeed no longer on fire! Fortunately, the anti-aircraft gun just now only hit the engine and did not damage the oil control system!

Damn, has the front line become so dangerous? Give me a blow right from the start!

Wang Zhong was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the captain's voice came from the plane's internal line: "We are going to make an emergency landing! Everyone sit tight! It's best to wear a helmet! If you are afraid of pain, you can parachute first! It will be more painful to fall to death that way! "

Wang Zhong glanced outside the plane and saw that the altitude was such that parachuting would kill him faster.

He could only take off his headphones, return to his seat, buckle up his seat belt, put on his helmet, and then curl up his body according to the forced landing posture he had seen when he took a plane before the time travel.

Yakov's voice drilled into Wang Zhong's ears: "What are you doing? Are you uncomfortable?"

Wang Zhong: "No, this is a protective posture that can help you survive a plane crash! It's best to follow it."

Yakov: "Can you survive a plane crash?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, and we are making an emergency landing, so the chance of survival is very high! "

In fact, Wang Zhong had no idea. A part of him was wailing in his heart: Is his journey over here?

That would be too unacceptable!

Reluctant, he switched to a bird's-eye view and watched the plane rushing towards the shallows on the seashore. Well, this forced landing position has water buffering, which can also prevent the plane from catching fire and exploding. It seems that the survival rate is much higher!

In the bird's-eye view, the moment the plane touched the water, Wang Zhong felt an extremely violent shaking.

The seat belt around his waist almost squeezed out his overnight meal!

The amplitude of the shaking became smaller and smaller, corresponding to the bird's-eye view, the plane gradually stopped.

When all the vibrations stopped completely, Wang Zhong let out a long breath, loosened the seat belt that strangled him, and shouted the classic line from the science fiction novel "Starship Troopers": "We landed on our feet! Sir!"

Everyone looked at him suspiciously.

Only then did Wang Zhong remember that he was the damned officer.

So he said: "Hurry up, get off the plane! The cabin door may be stuck due to deformation, and a few more people should open it! "

Just as he finished speaking, the burly Seris chef stood up and rushed out, knocking the cabin door away.

Wang Zhong gave a thumbs up: "KONGFU! Good!"

Wait a minute, this chef's appearance, is his last name Chen Guohan?

Was that a green rush just now?

Yakov interrupted Wang Zhong's thinking: "Get off the plane quickly! General!"

"I know, I know!" Wang Zhong stood up, rushed out of the cabin door, and fell into the shallow water.

The wind blew in his face, bringing the breath of war.