my bright sword career

It's about five o'clock in the evening
In the sky at 2000 meters, two small and exquisite planes are flying side by side on the clouds.

These two fi-156 "White Crane" aircraft belong to the rescue type. The biggest difference between them and the reconnaissance type is its enlarged cockpit, which allows it to put down a stretcher and accommodate four people.

But as a price, its ceiling is reduced from 4600 meters to 3000 meters after full load, and the maximum speed is also reduced from 109 kilometers per hour to 100 kilometers per hour.

In order to make the wounded more comfortable, Fred and Richard took Bian Xiaoling's plane, while Doolittle, Henry and Paul took Bian Daling's plane.

Paul, who was arranged at the back, helplessly held the mg15 machine gun used for self-defense and complained non-stop.

"Why am I a machine gunner when I'm flying the b-25, and I still have to be a machine gunner when I'm rescued? I'm really tired of the days when I get on the plane and have to hold a cold machine gun while blowing cold wind. The only The difference is that the Browning machine gun was replaced with this old German mg15."

Henry, who was sitting behind Doolittle, turned his head and joked, "Paul, you have to understand.

If you meet the Japanese, the lives of the four of us are all in your hands.

Of course, if you don’t want to, I can suggest to Ms. Bian in front to send you back to that small mountain village, and you can walk to Quzhou with those guerrillas. "

Thinking of the days of eating bitter and astringent food while traveling for more than a month, Paul couldn't help shivering.

"Oh...forget it, I suddenly think this old German machine gun is quite cute."

Doolittle, who was sitting behind Bian Daling, stretched his neck, looked at the dashboard in front of him and couldn't help but said, "Second Lieutenant, can I make a suggestion?"

"Of course!" Bian Daling nodded, "This is your right."

"Why don't you send a larger plane to pick us up? If I remember correctly, we have been flying at a speed of more than 100 kilometers per hour for almost a day, and the plane stopped once to refuel and eat lunch. Where are you taking us?"

Bian Daling looked at the eye oil gauge, "Lieutenant Colonel, my order is to bring you back to Liantai County, Shanxi safely.

If I'm not mistaken, we'll be at our destination in another hour or so of flying. "

"God, are you taking this opportunity to punish me?"

Before Doolittle could speak, Paul behind him rolled his eyes in despair, and patted his forehead hard with his right hand.

And Doolittle immediately raised a question, "Second Lieutenant, if I remember correctly, our destination should be Quzhou. Why did you take us to Shanxi?"

Bian Daling explained: "According to intelligence, the Japanese are now attacking Quzhou. If you go to Quzhou now, your safety cannot be guaranteed."

"Is this true?" Doolittle was skeptical.

"Of course!"

Bian Daling replied in an affirmative tone, and then impatiently threw a pack of cigarettes into Doolittle's arms.

"Okay, Lieutenant Colonel Doolittle, if you are really bored, you can smoke a cigarette, or come and fly the plane for me, I just take a break."...

Seeing that Bian Daling was already showing signs of impatience, Doolittle simply shut his mouth upholding the principle that a good man does not suffer immediate losses.

He unpacked the cigarettes and distributed them to Henry and Paul. The three who hadn't smelled cigarettes for more than a month smoked greedily. For a while, the cockpit was filled with a strong smell of cigarettes.

Bian Daling, who was piloting the plane in front, frowned, and was about to push open the glass of the cockpit cover to get some air, but when her gaze inadvertently skipped the rearview mirror, her eyes froze for a moment, and then she shouted loudly, "Be alert!" ... found the enemy plane!"

For soldiers, the enemy's situation is an order. Accompanied by Bian Daling's voice, the three Doolittles, who were puffing, quickly looked back, and found that two silver-white planes were heading towards them behind and above them. Dive down.

As soon as he discovered the enemy's situation, Doolittle shouted reflexively.

"Paul, get back to your post and grab that damn machine gun!"

"oh oh……"

Paul didn't have time to think too much, he threw away the half-smoked cigarette, turned around and picked up the mg15 machine gun behind him.

Before the three of them were ready, a Japanese plane had rushed to a place less than 300 meters away from them.

At this distance, the two sides can already see each other clearly.

"Damn it, this is a Japanese Falcon fighter. It's about to fire, so avoid it!"

Bian Daling's movements were not slow either. With his left hand, he pushed the throttle valve to the maximum, stepped on the rudder with his right foot, and at the same time pushed the joystick to the bottom, and the fi-156 turned somersault like a dexterous dragonfly.

"Da da da da..."

Accompanied by a burst of clear gunshots, the wings of the Type 7.7 fighter behind him began to spew flames, and two strings of [-]mm bullets passed over Bian Daling and his party with scorching heat.

"Katha!"

Along with the sound of the insurance on, Paul, the machine gunner behind, has also controlled the mg15 to fire.

In this way, two Type 156 fighters chased and killed two FI-[-] Baihe reconnaissance planes at low altitude.

As an ultra-light reconnaissance aircraft, the fi-156 was originally designed for reconnaissance and correcting targets for artillery on the battlefield, so mobility is not its force.

Facing a fighter plane that was born specifically for air combat, the only thing they can do is run away.

As two experienced pilots, sisters Bian Daling used the radio to call for reinforcements while driving the plane into the mountains, trying to use the complex terrain to avoid the pursuit of Japanese planes.

Of course, the two Japanese planes would not easily give up the prey they had finally encountered, and they drove the fighter planes in hot pursuit.

Seeing the bullets passing by constantly, Henry screamed in fright, "Damn, why are there Japanese fighter planes here? Shouldn't they all be in Zhejiang?"

Bian Daling flew the plane past a mountain peak and said mockingly: "Lieutenant Henry, let me tell you why.

Because we have just stepped into the battlefield now, under our feet, several divisions of Japanese troops are attacking Liantai County.

My superior, that is, General Gao Hongming of the Liantai militia, is leading tens of thousands of troops to fight bloody with the Japanese, which is why we encountered Japanese planes. "

"My God...this is horrible."

At this moment, a feeling called despair rose in the hearts of the three of Henry.

Can they reach their destination safely this time?