After another explosion, Wei Ran also noticed the same vibration coming from the fuselage. He subconsciously looked around. Fortunately, at least the engine was not damaged.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Phil say, "The stern gun tower was damaged."

Hearing this, Wei Ran's heart tightened and he immediately called, "Alan? How is the situation? Alan!"

"He disappeared with the machine gun turret"

It was Nick who ran back to the radio station who responded to Wei Ran, "An anti-aircraft gun hit our stern turret!"

"Victor, one of our elevators seems to be damaged!"

Phil immediately shouted a reminder in the intercom, "What's the height now?"

"8600 feet!" Weiran responded immediately.

"Let's see if we can lift it to 10,000 feet!"

When Phil gave his advice, Weiyan was already pulling the control column. As expected, the aircraft's subsequent climb became extremely difficult.

"Level and correct course!"

Phil immediately shouted, "The searchlight has left us! It's 30 degrees to port! We need to return as soon as possible!"

Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately started to move the control stick, but immediately after, he heard Phil shouting at the top of his lungs, "An enemy plane has discovered us again! Behind us!"

grass!

Wei Ran cursed secretly. There was no machine gun tower behind them at this time. In other words, they had no ability to fight back at all, especially when there was a problem with their elevator.

Without any time to think, Weiyan controlled the sturdy but somewhat bulky aircraft and began to roll left and right again, trying hard to avoid the barrages that came from behind from time to time.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Get closer! Get closer!" Phil, who was still holding on to the astronomical window, shouted a reminder.

"Connor!"

While Wei Ran shouted, he pulled the joystick back as hard as he could. At the same time, Connor, who had already cocked the machine gun to the highest angle, immediately pulled the trigger.

However, the German fighter jet was much more agile than them after all. It flew past them in just a blink of an eye and began to climb rapidly.

At this time, Weiran was busy adjusting the flight attitude of the bomber with a damaged elevator - it began to become less obedient than before.

Almost at the same time that Weiyan was trying to stabilize the plane, Phil shouted again to remind, "Connor! Starboard! Below the horizontal line!"

"Look at me!"

While Connor on the nose responded, he had already manipulated the machine gun tower to quickly complete the turn, and the Weifan immediately swayed the fuselage to the right, trying hard to create a momentary opportunity for Connor to fire!

Amidst the intense strafing, Wei Ran, who had been staring at the level gauge, hurriedly straightened the fuselage before a stall could occur. Then, he heard Connor's cheers.

But what followed the cheers was Phil's exclamation!

"Bang!"

Without even waiting for Phil to explain what happened, everyone in the cabin heard a muffled sound, and Wei Yan could see it clearly, because before he could fully turn back to the right position, the upturned left wing of the aircraft and the aircraft that had just been

Connor hit and lost control, and the fighter jet, which also had no time to climb, had a real collision.

The collision at this moment not only affected the flight attitude, but even broke off half of the left wing!

While trying hard to control the plane in the violent turbulence, Wei Ran shouted and asked, "Report the losses!"

"There's nothing wrong with the nose!" Connor was the first to respond.

"The left wing was damaged and the fuel tank in front of the wing leaked! But the engine was not affected!" Phil, who had the best view, shouted and replied.

Hearing this, Wei Ran subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the fuel gauge on the rear right side, but then, he saw that the radio operator Nick had already slumped on the chair, and was only suspended by the seat belt to prevent him from falling.

Go down.

"Nick? Nick! How are you doing?"

Weiran shouted and asked in the inline communication, while trying his best to control the aircraft with half a wing missing and half a broken elevator to maintain a normal flying attitude.

"He was hit by a machine gun." It was Phil who responded to Wei Ran. "The bullet passed through the skin and hit his back. He is dead."

Gritting his teeth, Wei Ran looked out the window and shouted a new command, "Phil, find a route!"

"Hold on!"

Phil responded to the order of the satellite, unplugged the communication line and returned to the astronomical window again, and after some calculations, he said, "The correct course is 15 degrees to starboard! Can our altitude still climb?"

"I'll try my best," Wei Ran responded while gently turning the joystick to adjust the heading.

After the fierce battle just now, they finally left the bombed target far behind.

However, the condition of the aircraft itself, as well as the loss of lift from almost downwind flight at this time, made the bomber that completed the mission likely to be extinguished at any time like a candle in the strong wind.

"Victor! Another enemy plane is catching up!!"

Just as Phil finished his reminder, a fighter jet swooped down from the clouds, roared and bit them, and fired a dense barrage.

Amidst the clanging sound of the impact, the damaged tail was hit by intensive firepower, and the aircraft also pulled a barrage, cutting diagonally through the tail and the intact right wing of the bomber.

"Phil!"

Weiran shouted amidst the sirens. In the series of strafing attacks just now, the most significant damage was the fuel tank on the right wing. But in addition to the fuel tank, Weiran also discovered that the aircraft's elevator seemed to have completely failed!

"I'm fine!"

Phil responded to Weiran's call with fear. At the same time, he couldn't help but look at another series of dense bullet holes that appeared on the canvas skin less than twenty centimeters outside the astronomical window.

"Victor! Here he comes again! Starboard!"

Connor on the nose of the plane reminded Wei Ran at the top of his lungs, and at the same time, he was controlling the machine gun tower to turn around as quickly as possible, preparing to fire at the swooping fighter!

"Our plane is out of control!" Weiran shouted and reminded, "Skydive! Skydive quickly!"

But while he was roaring, Connor was already controlling the machine gun to fire out the barrage.

"Skydive quickly!"

While urging, Wei Ran worked hard to control the plane to turn to the right, assisting Connor in pursuing the goal that he was destined to miss.

When the plane roared over their heads and climbed rapidly, the aircraft immediately called Connor and Phil to parachute.

"See you at sea!" Connor climbed out of the machine gun as quickly as possible and said goodbye in advance.

"Jump!"

Wei Ran shouted and urged, and then he saw Phil coming down from the astronomical window.

When Connor opened the hatch under his feet and jumped out, Phil also jumped out quickly.

Seeing the fighter jet flying over again, Weiran immediately turned on the autopilot, then rolled and crawled to the hatch and jumped out.

Almost as he left the bomber, an open umbrella flower appeared at his feet.

But what made him grit his teeth was that the roaring fighter jet actually fired a series of barrages at the umbrella flower!

Fuck you, uncle!

Wei Ran did not forget to curse while opening the emergency oxygen bottle. At the same time, he watched helplessly as the umbrella flower that had just unfolded turned into a piece of rags, and the person falling under the umbrella flower looked like a meteor.

, disappeared into the thick mist underfoot!

Not daring to open the parachute in a hurry, Wei Ran forced himself to calm down, anxiously waiting for himself to enter the fog that was still high from the sea, and then he immediately opened the parachute!

Fortunately, until the umbrella flower was completely swollen, the fighter jet did not fly back, nor did it take the risk of flying into the thick sea fog.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Looking around over and over again, he finally saw a flash of light in the thick fog.

Almost subconsciously, he pulled the strap on his shoulder and tried to float himself in the direction of the flash of light just now.

Unplug the air tube connecting the emergency oxygen bottle and the breathing mask, pull out the mouthpiece of the life jacket's air bladder at the collar, put the two together, and inflate it before falling into the sea.

Before he could close the cylinder, his sight passed through the thick sea fog, and when his feet hit the water, he saw the surging waves.

Subconsciously clasping his feet together, Wei Ran pulled off his breathing mask as quickly as possible and took a deep breath, before his head was submerged by the cold sea water.

"Wow!"

When he emerged from the water again, he had already pulled the quick-release tab to remove the heavy outer lining of his skydiving suit and the dangerous parachute on it.

After swimming forward across the waves for some distance to avoid the parachute, he had time to turn off the emergency oxygen bottle valve fixed on his thigh, and at the same time, he pulled out the signal gun from his calf and pressed down the hammer.

However, before he could fire the signal flare, a conspicuous signal flare had already been raised in front of him to the right!

Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately pointed the muzzle of the signal gun in the direction of the raised signal flare, and fired the signal flare at a 45-degree angle!

He casually put the flare gun into his arms, kicked off his heavy boots under the water, and swam in the direction of the first flare before the cold water took away all the warmth from his body.

However, he didn't know that he was definitely not the one who noticed the flare, and Phil, who had just put away the flare gun, was definitely not the only one who noticed the flare he fired in response.

"Quick, let's go there, to the direction where the flares are rising."

At least two nautical miles away from the flare, a man lying on a black inflatable rubber raft raised his hand and pointed at the hazy but extremely conspicuous light group in the sea fog, and urged weakly.
Chapter completed!