artillery arc

Chapter 493 We are on the ground

Wang Zhong's return flight did not go to Yebao, but flew directly to Abawahan.

The Ant heroes who went to the United States with him did not come back together. After all, helping the United States sell bonds is also a very important task, which is related to how much aid Ant can get.

On the C47 transport plane, in addition to Wang Zhong and Yakov, there was also the cook Seris and his ten helpers.

Mr. Zhang is a man of his word. The chef is big and strong and looks like he is very good at cooking.

The helpers looked like gang members.

The translator from before also came with us, and he looked a little uneasy sitting on the plane.

Wang Zhong comforted him: "I am already the commander of a front army. Generally, there are few casualties in the headquarters of a front army."

The translator said awkwardly: "I see. Thank you for your comfort."

Wang Zhong: "What do you call it?"

"Oh, my last name is Liu, and my given name is Nikolai Nikolayevich."

Wang Zhong: "Nikola, if you have time in the future, I hope you can teach me Seris, because I want to learn more about Seris culture."

Nicholas looked at Wang Zhong with an incredible expression: "This... To be honest, I have only heard of my compatriots learning from foreign countries - your country, and opening their eyes to the world. This is the first time I have seen someone like you."

Wang Zhong thought, don’t be impatient, if you can live to be 120 years old, you will be able to see the foreign scholars carrying Shanhaiguan and rushing to Seris.

Nicholas continued, "Of course, if you want to learn Seris, I will teach you everything I know. But the problem is that I am not a professional teacher and I am afraid I can't teach you well."

Wang Zhong patted his shoulder and said, "You don't have to worry about this."

You just need to discipline me, and I just worry that I will scare you by learning too fast later.

At this time, Wang Zhong suddenly felt the plane tilting.

Because of the sudden decrease in altitude, Wang Zhong felt a strange sensation in his ears.

He immediately asked loudly: "Why the rapid descent?"

But because of the loud noise in the plane, the cockpit in the front of the plane did not hear Wang Zhong's words at all. So he stood up, walked quickly through the cabin, came to the door connecting the cockpit and the cabin, and lifted the back panel of the cockpit with force.

"Why the drop?" he asked loudly.

The pilot looked back at him, still confused.

Wang Zhong was about to shout when he suddenly saw headphones and a microphone hanging on the back panel, which seemed to be connected to the internal line. He picked up the headphones and put them on, holding the microphone with his hand and asked loudly: "Why did you drop suddenly?"

The captain heard it clearly this time and replied immediately: "The radio said we encountered enemy planes! We need to descend below the clouds and fly very low to the ground, using the ground as cover. I suggest you put on your parachute and life jacket as soon as possible, as we may land in the inland sea later!"

Although the captain had specially selected a pilot who was familiar with the Ant language for this mission, he was still too nervous and made several mistakes in his words.

Wang Zhong stretched his neck and looked at the inland sea on the left side of the fuselage through the cockpit glass.

"Damn it," he demanded, "how did the Proson get here?"

Captain: "We are heading south along the coastline of the inland sea and are very close to the front line."

Wang Zhong: "How far is it from the airport?"

The co-pilot looked at the map and said, "It will take about an hour. This is our fastest speed."

Wang Zhong: "Thank you."

Just as he was about to turn back, he heard a bad sound.

So he immediately switched to a bird's-eye view, just in time to see a Proshen's twin-engine fighter swooping down.

Well, using twin-engine heavy fighter jets to intercept a senior enemy general in the air, this scene looks so familiar!

Just as Wang Zhonggang was thinking this, Emilia's plane flashed by like lightning, and the wings of the Prosom heavy fighter were cut off in the middle, and even the engine was separated from the fuselage.

The fuselage, having lost its counterweight, began to spin. The pilot of the Proshen pressed the fire button in despair, and the weapon on the nose began to spray a barrage of tracer bullets meaninglessly around.

At this moment, a Plossen heavy bomber rushed through the bottom of the clouds. Two of the bomber's six engines had caught fire, but it was still able to maintain its flight for the time being, but its speed was getting slower and slower, and its altitude was constantly decreasing.

Because the people on the bomber were highlighted by Wang Zhong, the distance between it and C47 was less than kilometers.

The next moment, Wang Zhong clearly saw that all the self-defense firepower of the heavy bomber was aimed at the C47. It was quite shocking to see so many self-defense turrets turning in the same direction, as if an aerial battleship was concentrating its firepower.

Then a barrage of tracer bullets came towards the C47.

At such a long distance, and shooting at moving targets, it should not have been possible to hit them, but the enemy's firepower was too dense.

All the turrets that could be pointed at this side turned around, and the barrage of bullets was as dense as the anti-aircraft firepower network of a United States battleship.

And the enemy is still on the port side of C47!
The first bullet hit the cabin of the C47. Wang Zhong only had time to switch back to the view inside the cabin before the bullet went out from the other end, leaving only a whoosh sound.

One of the helpers touched his head and said, "Damn it, it almost killed me (Cantonese)." Before he finished speaking, a second bullet hole appeared on the port side of the cabin, and the worker in front of him was shot in the temple. The bullet had already flown a long way and had no penetrating power, so the bullet hole was not big, and the bullet stayed directly in the brain without penetrating from the other side.

The worker leaned to the right and leaned on the chef.

The chef yelled, "Agui! Agui!"

Although they all spoke in Cantonese, Wang Zhongquan understood. He was about to speak when there was a flash of fire outside the left porthole.

He quickly changed the view and saw that the engine of the enemy plane that had just sprayed a barrage of bullets finally exploded, blowing off its wings. The huge plane broke into pieces and fell toward the surface of the inland sea below.

The crew members on board jumped out of the cabin one after another.

Because it was already at low altitude, the burning wreckage of the plane quickly touched the sea surface, splashing up huge waves.

Emilia's plane came next to the C47, and Wang Zhong heard the girl's radio communication in his headset: "This is the bomber fleet and the long-range heavy fighters escorting them. They just happened to run into us.

"Just now I saw the MiG-3 fighting with the enemy at high altitude. We should be able to escape soon."

Wang Zhong: "I'm counting on you to be alert. And how come you are the only one left on the escort plane?"

Emilia said unhappily, "Once the dogfight begins, they will scatter. It's normal that they can't find each other."

After all, this is not a game, and the aircraft's onboard avionics are not advanced, so Wang Zhong can understand that.

Wang Zhong stuck his head into the cockpit again and patted the captain on the shoulder: "Call the airport and tell them we are almost there. Don't let them shoot us down by their own anti-aircraft fire!"

"Okay!" the co-pilot replied, and began to call in his not-so-fluent Ante language, "Abawahan, Abawahan, this is the Orient Express, No. 1 is on my plane, be careful not to hit it by mistake! No. 1 is on my plane, be careful not to hit it by mistake!"

As soon as the call was made, the ground began to spray anti-aircraft fire into the air.

Wang Zhong grabbed the microphone from the co-pilot and shouted, "Assholes! You are hitting friendly forces! Assholes!"

He just shouted once, and the fuselage shook violently.

Emilia's voice came from the headset: "Orient Express! I see smoke coming out of your left engine! Please cut off the left engine oil line!"

At this time, it may be discovered that it was a mistake and the ground artillery fire stopped.

Wang Zhong rushed to the left porthole and looked at the flames on the engine.

At this time, he heard someone blowing next to him. He turned his head and saw Yakov blowing at the porthole glass, as if this could blow out the flame on the engine outside.

When Wang Zhong turned his head again, he really saw that the flame had gone out!
The engine was emitting black smoke and the propeller had stopped spinning, but it was definitely no longer on fire! Fortunately, the anti-aircraft gun just now only hit the engine and did not damage the oil control system!
Damn, has the front line become so dangerous? They're giving me a head start right from the start!

Just as Wang Zhong was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the captain's voice came from the plane's intercom: "We are about to make an emergency landing! Everyone hold on tight! It's best to wear helmets! If you are afraid of pain, you can parachute first! It will be more comfortable to die that way!"

Wang Zhong glanced outside the plane and saw that the altitude had reached a point where he would die faster if he parachuted.

He could only take off his headphones, return to his seat, buckle up his seat belt, put on his helmet, and then curl up his body according to the forced landing posture he had seen when he was on a plane before the time travel.

Yakov's voice entered Wang Zhong's ears: "What are you doing? Are you feeling unwell?"

Wang Zhong: "No, this is a protective posture that will keep you alive in a plane crash! You'd better follow it."

Yakov: "Can you survive a plane crash?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, and we are making an emergency landing, so the chance of survival is very high!"

In fact, Wang Zhong had no idea either. A part of him was already wailing: Is my journey ending here?

That's so unacceptable!
Reluctantly, he switched to a bird's-eye view, watching the plane rushing towards the shallows on the beach. Well, this forced landing location has water buffer, which can also prevent the plane from catching fire and exploding. It seems that the survival rate is much higher!
From a bird's-eye view, Wang Zhong felt an extremely violent shaking the moment the plane touched the water.

The seat belt around his waist was about to squeeze out all the food he had left over from the previous night!
The shaking amplitude became smaller and smaller, and the plane gradually stopped from a bird's-eye view.

When all the vibrations completely stopped, Wang Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, loosened the safety belt that was strangling him, and shouted the classic line from the science fiction novel "Starship Troopers": "We land on our feet! Sir!"

Everyone looked at him suspiciously.

Only then did Wang Zhong remember that he was the damned commander.

So he said, "Hurry up, get off the plane! The cabin door may be stuck due to deformation, get a few more people to open it!"

Just as he finished speaking, the burly cook Seris stood up and rushed forward, knocking the hatch open.

Wang Zhong gave a thumbs up: "KONGFU! Good!"

Wait a minute, looking at this chef’s appearance, is his last name Chen Guohan?
Was that a green charge just now?

Yakov interrupted Wang Zhong's thoughts: "Get off the plane! General!"

"I know, I know!" Wang Zhong stood up, rushed out of the cabin and fell into the shallow water.

The wind blew in our faces, bringing with it the smell of war.

(End of this chapter)