Chapter 362 Air Combat (4)

"What the hell is that?!"

On a Wellington bomber, pilot Arnold watched in astonishment as the German fighters that came to intercept launched a group of things that looked like torpedoes with white smoke on their tails.

Although those things were flying towards the bomber formation, they seemed to have no accuracy, and the "torpedo" closest to his plane was also dozens of meters away.

"Boom!"

Before he had time to rejoice, a "torpedo" that flew more than 10 meters above his right suddenly exploded in the air, and large and small metal fragments swept around like a storm.

These "torpedoes" were one of the interception weapons that Yannick prepared specifically for enemy bombers, air-to-air rockets equipped with radio proximity fuses.

Accompanied by a crackling sound, a hot thing splashed on Arnold's face, and an extremely pungent smell of blood filled the cockpit.

"..." Arnold turned his head subconsciously and saw that his co-pilot had half his head cut off by a piece of shrapnel. The white, red, yellow... tofu-like stuff flowed out of the half of the head that was hanging down limply.

"Oh shit, oh shit, shit..." He couldn't help but curse dozens of times. He swore that he had never seen such a terrible and disgusting scene in his life. He was so scared that he almost vomited on the spot.

Just as he was wiping the things on his face, the engine on the right side suddenly made a strange sound, and the propeller turned slower and slower, and finally stopped! !

"Oh shit!!" Arnold didn't know if today was the day with the most swear words, but he was sure that today was his most unlucky day!

He didn't care to wipe the things on his face. He frantically turned various operating buttons to try to restart the engine on the right side. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, it was useless. The plane had slowly tilted to one side.

"It's okay, it's okay. We can fly back with one engine." He murmured to himself in a self-consoling voice. Just as he was about to pick up the communicator to report to the leader that they had to return, he heard black smoke coming out of the left engine!

"Oh shit!!" He had no choice but to turn off the left engine and control the plane to enter the gliding state. Otherwise, when the plane lost control and rolled down, it would be impossible for the crew members to abandon the plane and parachute.

"Everyone abandon the plane and parachute! Repeat, the plane is out of control, everyone abandon the plane and parachute!" Arnold had just given the order to abandon the plane to the crew members, and the navigator Hunter shouted. "Parachute here?! This is the middle of the strait. We can't reach the shore no matter where we swim after parachuting!" It was a cold winter now, and no one could swim more than ten kilometers or even dozens of kilometers in the cold sea water.

Now Arnold was completely at a loss. "Then what do you say we should do?"

Hunter was still calm and directly issued a series of orders. "You continue to control the plane. David, quickly throw the bombs down, and also throw down everything that can be moved in the plane, throw away the machine guns, and throw down everything except the life jackets. Try to reduce the weight."

Just as several people in the cabin were busy throwing things out, a German torpedo boat on the sea discovered the bomber.

"Hey, look at that bomber!" Several naval soldiers pointed at a Wellington bomber flying silently and shouted.

"Quick! Operate the 40mm gun and shoot it down." The torpedo boat was equipped with a twin 40mm Bofors anti-aircraft gun and a twin 7mm machine gun, which was enough to deal with such a close-range bomber.

The deputy captain of the torpedo boat immediately stopped it. "Wait, you see the propeller of that plane has stopped turning, obviously there is a malfunction. It seems that they are going to make an emergency landing on the sea, let's capture them."

As they were talking, everyone saw the belly of the bomber opened, first dropping two large bombs, followed by machine guns, ammunition boxes, backpacks and other messy things.

Hunter on the bomber also found the torpedo boat on the sea. "Hey, there is a German torpedo boat below. We will make an emergency landing here. David, find a white cloth to hang the shooting port, so as not to be shot into a sieve by them."

"Be careful of the impact!!" A few seconds later, the belly of the bomber hit the sea hard, and the force of the seawater rebounded beyond everyone's imagination, shocking everyone. If there was no seat belt restraint, Arnold felt that he would be bounced up and his head would be smashed. However, the seat belt also tightly tied his waist, as if it was going to cut him in half and it was extremely painful.

Fortunately, this bomber has an iron fuselage, and the structure is quite strong, which can withstand damage that other aircraft cannot withstand. If it was a wooden Mosquito bomber, it would definitely fall apart.

David shouted as he recovered. "The Germans are coming!"

"Have you hung the white cloth?"

"It's been hung for a long time."

"Then don't do anything that will cause the Germans to misunderstand you. Put on your life jackets and leave here." The seawater had begun to seep into the cabin, and the bomber would sink soon.

Arnold unbuckled his seat belt and stood up. As soon as he stepped out of the cockpit, he turned around and tore off the photo of the co-pilot's girlfriend on the dashboard. He resisted the nausea and took out a pocket watch, a handkerchief, and a diary from the co-pilot's pocket. "I will try my best to pass these things on to your family."

By the time he found a plastic bag to wrap these things, the seawater had already submerged his ankles.

Arnold walked towards the cabin door with one foot shallow and one foot deep, plunged into the cold sea water, and swam towards the torpedo boat not far away.

He grabbed the rope thrown from the torpedo boat, climbed onto the torpedo boat, and was escorted into the cabin.

"Arnold, take off your clothes quickly to avoid catching a cold." At this time, his crew members had already taken off their soaked clothes and were wearing thick blankets given by the Germans. They were also holding cups with hot coffee in their hands. .

Arnold was also shivering from the cold and quickly took off his clothes. The German threw him a thick blanket and poured him a cup of hot coffee.

Just after taking a few sips, Arnold saw the Germans bring a large sack and put the clothes they took off into the sack. He didn't know if the Germans were going to throw away these clothes or what, so he quickly asked his friends. "Which of you speaks German?"

Several people shook their heads blankly, and one of the two German soldiers guarding them at the cabin door spoke. "I speak English, what do you want?"

Arnold couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and pointed at the clothes that were about to be thrown into the sack. "Sir, those clothes contain the relics of my friend who just died. I want to hand them over to his family."

The German soldier took the plastic bag and inspected the contents. After seeing nothing special, he took it and left the cabin. After a while, he came back and threw the plastic bag to Arnold. "It's no problem. You should be able to send it to the prisoner of war camp."

"Thank you." Arnold asked carefully after taking the plastic bag. "Sir, what are the conditions in the prison camp? Can we survive until the end of the war?"

"What are these words?" the German soldier said speechlessly. "Do you think we will abuse prisoners of war? Do you have any skills?"

Of course it's flying a plane. But that's definitely not what the German soldier meant when he asked. Arnold thought for a while and realized that he did have a skill. "My father was a carpenter and I learned the carpenter's trade from him. Does it matter?"

"It has a lot to do with it. People with craftsmanship are treated differently in prisoner-of-war camps. They will live a very comfortable life. I heard that not only can they eat meat every now and then, but they can also read books, watch movies, and play football in their spare time. Basketball or something.”

Is there any spare time? "What about the unskilled ones?"

The German soldier shrugged. "Then you can only do manual labor. As long as you don't make trouble and work well, you will live a good life."