Sure enough, just a few minutes later, the plane reappeared, and each launched a dense barrage with the Weifang in no particular order!

Under the instruction of tracer bullets, he could clearly see that in the short three or four seconds of firing, he not only hit the engine of the Spitfire behind him with the MG131 machine gun, but also seemed to hit the aircraft on the left.

wing.

Seeing the Spitfire turning around with black smoke, Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, even the beam of the searchlight suddenly went out, and the cabin fell into darkness again.

He took out his camera and hurriedly clicked the shutter towards the burning London. Wei Ran did not dare to lie down in this unlucky hole, grabbed the surrounding shelves and climbed up, buckled the seat belt on the hanging point again, and returned to his responsibility.

The starboard machine gun position.

However, just for a moment, he discovered that the right wing outside the porthole seemed to have been shot just now. Not only did the fuel tank in the wing seem to be leaking oil, but even the engine over there seemed to be abnormal!

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Loss situation", the arrogant voice in the earpiece said calmly.

After a moment of silence, Wei Ran saw that no one was speaking, so he pressed the microphone on his throat and said, "I am on the starboard side. The belly and port sides of the aircraft were killed. The right wing fuel tank seems to have been shot, and the engine is also somewhat abnormal.

"

As soon as he finished speaking, the engine outside the window suddenly burst into flames, as if to prove that he was not lying.

"The right engine caught fire," Weiran quickly added.

"I saw it, top of the machine?"

That annoying voice first answered Wei Ran's reminder, and then asked another question. At the same time, he also controlled the plane to start climbing, and then dived fiercely. After easily extinguishing the engine fire,

Then it continued to climb.

"New guy, what's your name?" the thin voice asked arrogantly in the earphone.

"Victor" Wei Ran replied patiently, "What about you?"

"Don't you have a surname?" Instead of answering Wei Ran's question, the former continued to ask.

"Karp" Weiran made up one casually and asked again, "What about you?"

"Julian"

In the earphones, the thin voice said, "Julian Klinsmann."

"Your surname is Klinsmann?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.

"Is it weird?"

Yurian paused and then said, "Victor, find a way to get to the cockpit. We are the only two alive in this plane now. I need your help."

"You told me your special code earlier..."

Weiran cursed secretly, quickly unfastened his seat belt and oxygen mask again, and trudged through the bombing bay. He looked up at the top machine gunner who was dripping blood into the cabin.

This crew member who also served as the radio operator died quite tragically. He seemed to have been shot in the side, and the glass fairing above his head was also smashed.

He continued to move towards the cockpit of the nose of the plane with difficulty. As the distance got closer, he also felt the cold wind blowing against his face.

Then, he saw the broken transparent glass nose and the dead body of the navigator lying behind the cannon on the nose. He also saw a hand that seemed to have been shot, but was still there.

Julian, the pilot who insisted on flying the plane.

Seeing this, Wei Ran first hung the seat belt on the hanging point, then took off the belt from the navigator's body, and motioned to Julian to stretch out his injured right hand.

Wei Ran couldn't help but frowned as he helped the opponent pull off his gloves. The palm of Julian's right hand had been torn open near the tiger's mouth. What was still connected was only the thenar muscle behind the little finger and ring finger of his right hand and the bones inside.

"How did you get hurt?" Wei Ran shouted and asked as he tied the opponent's wrist with a belt, and at the same time plugged the headset's communication cable into the port originally used by the navigator.

"anti-aircraft shrapnel"

While holding the throat microphone, Julian raised his chin in the direction of the navigator, "One of the shrapnel hit my right hand."

"Are there any other injuries?" Wei Ran tightened the belt and asked, holding the microphone at his throat.

"Left leg, the shrapnel is in my left leg." Julian replied, "Help me find a rope and tie it up first to stop the bleeding."

Hearing this, Wei Ran looked at the wound on the other party's left leg through the light on the dashboard, removed a seat belt from the navigator's body as quickly as possible, and helped Julian tie up the wound on his left leg.

Distal end.

"We need a navigator, you..."

"I'm just a machine gunner, but I can't pilot the ship."

As Wei Ran spoke, he had already pulled the navigator's body back, "But I can fly the plane, so how about you do the piloting and I do the driving?"

"Can you really drive?"

Julian asked suspiciously, "The fuel tank on the right side is damaged. Now we have insufficient fuel, and the engine on the right side is in danger of stalling at any time. In addition, our radio is also damaged."

"I don't even know where to fly."

Wei Ran answered truthfully, he had simply learned some basic knowledge about piloting, but he had no idea which airport the bomber took off from.

Hearing this, Julian said after a moment of silence, "Go to the radio operator's position, help me find our fleet, and take a look at what's wrong with our radio."

"I'm just a machine gunner..."

Wei Ran muttered again, then unplugged the headset communication cable and wrapped it around his neck, then returned the same way and climbed to the feet of the machine gunner and radio operator on the top of the machine.

With a little effort, he pulled down the leaking corpse, and took off the telescope hanging around his neck, with only one lens barrel still intact, and the compass on his wrist.

This was not over yet. Wei Ran even took off the six-round flares fixed at the top of his boots and even the flare gun in the other boot and equipped them on his body, and then climbed up to the position where the blood remained and sat down.

, first fastened the seat belt as quickly as possible and put on the oxygen mask.

Although the shooting range of the machine gun at this position is not very good, the field of vision is very good. But correspondingly, when the glass fairing above the head is shattered, the wind here is strong enough, especially in the night sky thousands of meters above!

Shiveringly, Wei Ran connected the headset communication line. He immediately put on his gloves and pressed the microphone on his throat to call Julian. After getting a response from the other party, he raised the telescope and searched the night sky.

However, he didn't know whether it was because he had deviated, was lagging behind, or had returned early. Looking around this time, he could not find any aircraft belonging to the German side.

"How's the radio equipment going?"

Julian asked through the communication headset.

Looking at the radio that had been hit by at least three or four bullets, Wei Ran replied helplessly, "It can't be repaired, so it can only be replaced with a new one."

"We only have enough fuel to last about 20 minutes more."

Julian said in the communication headset, "I will try to raise the altitude as much as possible, so that we can fly farther, at least we don't have to worry about landing on the British territory. Victor, I will parachute for you if necessary.

Signal."

"No problem" Weiyan responded, and at the same time he noticed that the plane was slowly climbing.

With nothing to do, he simply continued to hold up the disabled telescope with one hand and the Robert camera with the other hand.

Or look at the night sky around you and above your head, or look at the pitch-black earth and London with only a speck of light left.

However, just when the satellite once again saw the English Channel on the surface through the telescope, a thick plume of smoke drifted from the direction of the nose of the aircraft behind it and drifted towards the tail of the aircraft.

Turning his head subconsciously, Wei Ran immediately dropped the telescope, pinched the microphone at his throat and reminded, "Urian, there is smoke coming from the right engine!"

"Saw it"

Julian responded in his harsh tone, but just as the words reached Wei Ran's ears, the latter saw the propeller of the engine turning slower and slower, followed closely by another

A flame blew whistling in the wind.

But this time, Julian did not continue to climb or dive to put out the fire. Instead, he tried hard to maintain the current altitude. At the same time, he said through the communication headset, "Victor, throw out their bodies, machine guns and ammunition, and try your best to
Chapter completed!