On the dimly lit simple runway, a Wellington bomber began to roll and accelerate under the control of Weifang.

When the airspeed indicator needle skipped 80 miles per hour, as he gently pulled the control column, the nose of the bomber also began to tilt up, and then bid farewell to the slightly bumpy runway.

After successfully taking off, Weiyan raised the altitude while staring at the airspeed meter. He familiarly retracted the landing gear when the airspeed exceeded 120 miles.

It was not until he finished adjusting the propeller pitch and throttle and retracted the flaps at an altitude of 600 feet that the navigator Phil at his feet turned on the lights and began his work on the inline channel.

Under Phil's guidance, Wei Yan piloted the plane and after climbing to a predetermined altitude, it joined the other bombers that had taken off.

"New here, is this your first time participating in bombing?"

In the intercom channel, the radio operator Nick asked, and immediately stood up from his "seat", leaned over and handed Wei Ran two cigars, and pointed to the navigator next to him.

Just as Wei Ran took the cigar, the navigator Phil next to him also said, "I have experienced two emergency landings, and I was the only one who was lucky enough to survive the last time."

“Good luck”

As Wei Ran spoke, he handed one of the cigars to Phil, who responded enthusiastically with a thank you and used rich body language.

"So where was the last pilot on this plane?"

Seeing that Wei Ran didn't seem to have a lighter, Phil generously took out a lighter from his pocket and handed it to Wei Ran, along with a cigar cutter.

"One leg is in the English Channel, and it may be in the belly of the fish now."

Just as Weiran turned on the autopilot of the plane and was busy serving the cigar he was given, Connor in the nose machine gun tower helped explain in the inline communication with a great sense of humor, "The other part is

In the hospital, the unlucky man lost a leg, but at least he survived."

"Thanks to our flying cigar, it is strong enough and always brings us back alive." Nick, the radio operator, lit the thick cigar in his hand as he spoke.

"I would also like to thank Captain Victor." Allen from the stern machine gun tower also joined the conversation, "Of course, I would also like to thank Nick for the cigars. Speaking of which, Nick, where did you get these cigars?"

"stolen"

Nick said proudly, "My new girlfriend is on an ATA charter flight. When I went to find her, I helped her carry some parcels. These cigars were sent from Dublin."

"I finally know why the packages my wife sent me always disappear inexplicably." Phil said as if he suddenly understood, and as expected, he attracted the approval of the machine gunners at the front and rear.

"Phil, are you married?" Nick, the radio operator, asked on the topic.

"certainly"

Phil took the cigar cutter and lighter from Wei Ran and explained nonchalantly, "She is a nurse from the Princess Mary Nursing Service."

"Did you meet at the field hospital?" Machine Gunner Allen asked curiously.

"No, no, no, we have known each other for a long time."

Phil said proudly, "We were married before the war. If it hadn't been for this war, we would have had a child."

"Phil, if one day I am injured and sent to the hospital, can you ask your wife to introduce me to a beautiful single nurse?" Nose gunner Connor said expectantly.

"And me, I need it too." Nick, the radio operator who was sitting behind Wei Ran with only half a partition between them, also joined in the fun.

"I can't help with this kind of thing"

There was a trace of helplessness in Phil's tone, "In fact, we haven't seen each other for almost a month. Captain, the northeast wind has caused us to deviate a little from the course, 5 degrees to the port side."

"receive"

Wei Ran, who had just been smoking a cigar and listening to their chat, responded slowly and slightly moved the joystick to correct the course.

After the course was corrected, the intranet communication continued to talk about women as expected, especially Nick, the radio operator sitting behind Wei Ran, who described with great emotion how he and his new girlfriend were together early this morning.

Love in the hangar.

Hearing that there was no valuable information, Wei Ran, who was not planning to join the conversation for the time being, took a moment to observe that he was wearing an Irving flight suit.

There is nothing special about this standard flight suit. Instead, it has a Webley revolver and a flare gun fixed on the two calves, one on the left and one on the right.

Before he could continue to observe the outfit on his body, he heard Machine Gunner Connor ask, "Phil, where are you from?"

"Winchester, where are you?" Phil asked in a puff of smoke.

"I'm from London"

Radio operator Nick replied like a substitute, "Captain Victor and I are both from London, Connor is from Coventry, and Alan is from Dublin."

"Is there no one from Brighton?" Wei Ran muttered to himself, but did not ask rashly.

At this time, the sky outside the window was getting darker and darker, and the fleet of low-flying bombers was getting larger and larger. At the same time, Wei Ran also noticed that there was a wave of waves just 400 feet directly below them.

on the sea surface, and in the distance, there is a thick fog.

"Phil, please report the heading." Wei Ran's question interrupted the chat among the other people in the intranet communication.

"What's wrong with 6 degrees east by south?" Phil asked curiously. These data can be seen at a glance from Weiran.

"Nothing," Wei Ran responded casually without explaining.

Hearing this, Phil and others didn't think much about it, and soon started chatting again under Nick's guidance.

After nearly an hour of low-altitude flight, Nick was the first to interrupt the topic, "Gentlemen, we are about to begin."

"Pull up! Prepare to enter the bombing route," Phil said immediately.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After receiving the signal, Weiran immediately turned off the automatic navigation, pulled the joystick and began to climb altitude along with the surrounding bomber cluster.

At this moment, dazzling beams of light were also shot out from the ground, and at the same time, the surrounding area was smeared with deathly smoke balls from anti-aircraft guns.

What made Wei Ran himself find it difficult to understand was that a strange sense came up in his heart at this time - the density of firepower was much different from that in London!

"Enter bombing route!"

Phil's shouting disrupted his random thoughts. From now on until the bomb is dropped, the command of the plane has been temporarily handed over from him as the captain to the navigator Phil.

"Stick to starboard!" Phil yelled over the intercom.

Just when the satellite was moving the joystick, the radio operator Nick also shouted a reminder, "Connor, pay attention! The Germans are coming!"

"give it to me!"

"Keep the course and speed!" As Phil shouted, the Weifan also returned the joystick and opened the door of the bombing bay.

Before Phil could drop the bomb, Connor had already controlled the machine gun tower on the nose of the aircraft to fire out a dense barrage.

"Attention! 4!" Phil shouted as a reminder, and Wei Ran also tightened his grip on the joystick.

"3!" Phil immediately shouted the next number.

"2!"

When this number was shouted out, a German fighter jet roared past their heads, and the guard could even clearly see that the port wing skin was hit by the opponent's aircraft cannon.

"1!"

When Phil shouted out this number, he had already pressed the bomb switch.

"Get out!"

Almost as soon as Phil shouted these words, Weiyan had already pulled the control stick to the left and pulled it slightly back, allowing the slightly bulky bomber to leave the route and climb altitude again.

"We've been stung!"

Allen from the stern machine gun tower shouted a reminder in the internal communication. When the words reached the ears of the others, they were also mixed with the sound of machine gun fire.

Wei Ran was not in the mood to chat. He was trying hard to control the aircraft that was frantically testing on the edge of stall to complete the "turn around".

However, before the plane returned to level flight, he pressed down on the control stick slightly, and at the same time raised the tail of the plane slightly, narrowly escaping the fighter jet that bit them behind.

A barrage of bullets was fired.

Not only that, but taking advantage of this rare opportunity, Allen at the rear also obtained the shooting range in advance and pulled the trigger to cover the fighter jet that was diving towards them.

"Tail solved!"

The moment he shouted these words, Wei Ran had already pulled the joystick and continued to climb desperately - it is dangerous to lower the altitude. The lower the altitude, the higher the probability of being targeted by anti-aircraft guns!

"Phil! Go to the astronomical window!" Wei Ran shouted and reminded.

"Copy that!" Upon hearing this, Phil immediately got up, took off his seat belt and internal data cable, and ran back.

This so-called observatory is a hemispherical skylight located on the back of the bomber. As its name suggests, this thing is used for astronomical observations.

The purpose of observing astronomy is to use astronomical information for navigation. But Phil understood that Weiran asked him to go to the astronomical window at this time not for navigation, but to use the excellent field of view there to observe whether there were any enemy planes around!

It was night after all, and the surrounding night was not only the best cover for them, but it was also an obstacle to discovering enemy planes.

At this time, Wei Ran was not really worried about the enemy planes. It was night after all, and it was difficult for them to find the enemy planes. The same was true for the Germans. In contrast, the biggest threat at this time was the anti-aircraft guns.

They didn't dare to continue flying along the fixed course. After Phil was in position, Weiyan immediately tilted the fuselage to the right and changed positions, while continuing to raise the altitude. But even so, there was a beam of light that caught up with them!

For a moment, dense explosions came from the surroundings, almost covering up the roar of the engine!

"Cabin skin on fire!"

Just when Phil reported the situation, Wei Yan and Nick behind him simultaneously felt the temperature in the cabin drop suddenly, and even the speed of the plane was slightly affected.

Without any response from Weiran, the radio operator Nick had already picked up the fire extinguisher at hand, quickly ran to the rear, hung up his seat belt and started putting out the fire.

After increasing the oxygen supply speed of the oxygen bottle, Weiran continued to control the aircraft to raise the altitude while constantly adjusting the heading.

"boom!"
To be continued...