Alien Arms Empire

Chapter 618 618 The Falling Flying Fortress

"Damn! We were hit!" The pilot of the plane found that his joystick seemed to have become heavier. He tried to regain the feeling of controlling the plane, but found that his plane did not respond at all.

“There’s something wrong with my joystick! Co-pilot! Leave it to you to operate it! Quick!” Seeing that there seemed to be something wrong with the plane, the pilot looked at the co-pilot and said loudly.

As a result, he saw the co-pilot holding his thigh and looking at him with an ugly expression. A bullet struck from below, penetrating the fuselage of the plane, piercing the co-pilot's thigh, and seemingly opening a hole in the roof.

"Someone has been shot! Someone has been shot!" Seeing the blood flowing from his thigh staining the co-pilot's pants red, the captain almost forgot that his plane seemed to be out of control.

He grabbed the joystick and found that it had completely lost control of the aircraft. He looked through the side window at the wing beside him and found that one of the engines was still emitting black smoke.

It seems to be completely impossible to threaten a B-17 Flying Fortress bomber with only .45-caliber bullets from the Maxim heavy machine gun.

During World War II, in order to shoot down this sturdy aerial monster full of self-defense firepower, Germany had to install various large-caliber weapons on its aircraft: 20 mm caliber cannons, 30 mm caliber cannons, and even rockets with a caliber above 100 mm. bomb…

 However, there are always exceptions. No matter how sturdy the aircraft is, accidents may occur due to luck.

This plane was unlucky enough to be hit by a string of machine gun bullets a few seconds before the bombing ended, causing various malfunctions as if it were a ghost.

“Didn’t you say that there is nothing that can shoot down the Flying Fortress?” The bombardier who rushed over after hearing the shouts saw the bleeding co-pilot and frowned and complained.

 There were only 5 people on the plane, because the B-17 bomber produced by Datang Group at this moment has not been equipped with machine guns for self-defense, so there is no need to arrange so many crew members.

“We are descending! I don’t know if the steering is working well! But I can see the black smoke on the wings!” The captain grabbed the control stick and said to the two people around him.

"Flying Fortress No. 397 is falling! Call the tower! Call the tower! Repeat! Flying Fortress No. 397 is falling! We are falling! The location...the location is unknown! Near the bombing zone! Near the bombing zone!" He grabbed the intercom, and the machine Chang began to repeat the news that he was about to crash over and over again.

There were two other people who had not had time to come over because they were far away. But because of the radio, they must have known that someone was injured.

"There are bullet holes under the belly of the aircraft, and a bullet penetrated the door of the magazine." Another crew member who rushed over reported the damage to the aircraft he saw along the way: "There is a door that cannot be closed. This may be a bad news."

"The hatch? Can't be closed? The bomb bin?" The bombardier looked at his companions in surprise and asked nervously.

“Yes, and we seem to be getting closer to the sea.” On the way here, he saw the sea level under the belly of the plane.

"We're finished..." The pilot, who was still bleeding in the co-pilot, said with a pale face: "We won't be the first Flying Fortress crew to crash, right?"

"Shut up! Don't say anything depressing." The captain moved the control column and tried to regain control of the plane, but he failed. The plane began to turn to one side, and then could no longer correct it.

Irritated, he wanted to pull the joystick to change the plane to normal flight status. But he obviously failed, and the entire plane dropped a lot of altitude.

"The sea is below! Don't move! Don't move anymore!" The bombardier nervously stopped the captain's attempt: "We can consider making an emergency landing... Find a safer place to avoid... those enemy warships."

“Look, we can’t make an emergency landing in the middle of the enemy ship!” The co-pilot, who was covering his wound, felt that he was about to die and reminded him.

Through the windshield, several people looked carefully at the surrounding sea. They could no longer see the enemy fleet, and they didn't even know where they were flying to.

"Check the equipment! Maybe we really need to use that **** inflatable lifeboat." The captain released the almost useless joystick, got out of his driver's seat, and started to pull the co-pilot into the car with the bombardier. The unlucky guy came out.

This tearing and severe pain caused the pilot on the co-pilot to scream hysterically. Blood was sprinkled on the middle button and the instrument. It looked extremely tragic.

“Maybe we’re doomed.” The radio operator who went to check the equipment looked at the inflatable bottles and lifeboats fixed on the wall behind him and shouted depressedly.

 A machine gun round penetrated the lifeboat and embedded itself in the wall. It is estimated that after the lifeboat was opened, there were at least eight holes.

 “Damn it…” The navigator helped by pressing the co-pilot’s thigh and cursed. At this time, they were less than 100 meters away from the sea.

“I wonder, should we fasten our seat belts?” The captain finally remembered the safety manual, but it was already too late.

 The plane rushed straight towards the sea, and the sudden deceleration caused everyone to be thrown straight ahead. The lower part of the greenhouse was completely shattered, and sea water poured in crazily, swallowing up part of the space in an instant.

By the time the captain regained consciousness, most of his body was already submerged in water. The co-pilot who was shot was already unconscious, and the seawater was filled with red blood. "Captain! Captain!" The electromechanical officer holding the co-pilot with his hand was also submerged in the water. He was struggling to push the injured co-pilot to a higher place.

“Put on your life jacket! Damn it, I can’t swim!” the captain reminded loudly, still feeling a little dizzy.

“I didn’t see the navigator! Where is he?” The bombardier at the height helped pull the unconscious wounded man upwards and asked the still confused captain.

“Fortunately I’m wearing a life jacket! Damn it.” The radio operator, who also couldn’t swim, complained as he pushed the wounded man to a high place full of ammunition racks and climbed out of the water.

The plane can still float in the water for a while, but they will soon lose such a floating island. Because taking the wounded and immersing them all in sea water is obviously not a safe thing to do.

“We have to get out of here! Get on the wing!” The captain came to his senses and reminded the people in front of him while climbing.

“The reserved hatch on the side!” The electromechanical officer pointed to the reserved shooting position on the side of the fuselage and said, “One kick is enough!”

“Then what are you waiting for?” The captain also climbed out of the water and asked breathlessly.

With a strong kick, the electromechanical man kicked off the temporarily installed skin. As the skin fell off, sunlight shone into the somewhat dim cabin.

“Half of the wing is already in the water!” After taking a look, the electromechanical engineer came back and shouted.

“Then we have to get out of here! Otherwise we will sink with the plane!” The captain, who could not swim, explained with a cry: “Get the wounded out first!”

They worked together to get the unconscious wounded out of the plane, and then they also got out of the plane one by one.

By this time, their plane was about to sink, and several people had to get away from the flying fortress with only the tail of the plane still floating on the sea.

“Now we only have this.” Pointing to the whistle on his shoulder, the electromechanical man laughed at himself in a dumbfounded voice.

Everything was in a hurry just now. They forgot about the incendiary rods in the box inside the fuselage, and they didn't take the lifeboat that had eight holes punched out by one shot. They also didn't take the inflatable bottle.

In short, they climbed out of the plane in such a state of embarrassment, floating in the sea in embarrassment, and in embarrassment they forgot all the survival skills they had learned before.

“Where is the navigator? Have you seen him?” The captain held the unconscious co-pilot with one hand and turned to ask the bombardier who was also in a panic.

"Captain! Captain! I'm here! I'm here!" Across the plane from them, the navigator waved his arms and shouted loudly.

　　Everyone was there, and the captain breathed a sigh of relief, and then he looked at the empty sky and the sea level without any sound.

This place seems far away from the battlefield and far away from the hustle and bustle - they don't even know where they are in the world now.

"Someone will come to save us." The captain weakly comforted his subordinates.

"I hope they will come soon." The electromechanical operator, who was already a little frightened, was holding the unconscious co-pilot and looking around.

 To be honest, this feeling is very bad. The surroundings are extremely silent except for the sound of the waves. It seemed that there were only a few of them left in the world, and the terror of annihilation swept over them instantly, torturing the nerves of each of them.

“I feel bad, really bad.” The bombardier fiddled with the seawater with both hands, and the seawater from his hair dripped onto his face, highlighting the anxiety and fear on his face.

"It's only been a minute! Don't scare yourself!" The captain was able to float on the sea with the help of a life jacket. Rather than holding on to the unconscious co-pilot, it was better to say that he was relying on the buoyancy of the unconscious co-pilot. support.

The navigator in the distance was still paddling, trying to swim over to join them, but the other party didn't seem to be very good at swimming, and even after struggling for a long time, he didn't get much closer.

 After all, they are all pilots, and whether they can swim is really an additional skill. Some people only know a little bit, and some people are complete landlubbers.

"I hope they will come soon...to find us." Looking at the co-pilot, whose face was extremely ugly, the electromechanical officer wiped the seawater from his face and said.

“Yeah, I hope they come here soon.” The captain looked at the sky and echoed.

 (End of this chapter)