Chapter 749 Parachuting
"Captain!"
When everyone in the bridge heard Commander Davis's order to surrender, they were stunned.
Commander Davis seemed to have aged a dozen years in an instant, and waved his hand weakly. "I will take all the responsibility alone, execute the order. Send a telegram to the country, asking them to be careful of German torpedoes next time. The range of German torpedoes may exceed 30 kilometers." The outer destroyers did not find any signs of German submarine activity around them, and all the torpedoes were fired from the direction of the German fleet. It was obvious that the German fleet launched these torpedoes. What's more terrifying is that even if these torpedoes travel at a high speed of 40 knots, they will have to travel for nearly 20 minutes. What kind of technology can accurately hit the target after the torpedo has sailed for 20 minutes? !
Then the US fleet hoisted the white flag and clearly notified the German fleet that it would surrender.
"The Americans want to surrender?" The commander of the German fleet frowned slightly. After all, he didn't think the US military would surrender. "Can our ships hold so many people?" There are nearly 5,000 sailors on the two Soviet-class battleships alone, and the total number of sailors in the entire fleet must be tens of thousands.
"No." To hold so many people, it must be a large prison.
The commander of the German fleet nodded. "Let them leave the battleship."
After all the sailors of the US fleet boarded the lifeboats, the German fleet fired at these US warships and sank them into the sea one by one, which was considered a simple target shooting training; then they ignored the US sailors on the lifeboats and the fleet sailed straight forward.
On the other side, after receiving the news that Commander Davis decided to surrender, the Washington Operations Command fell into a subtle silence.
After an unknown period of time, President Wilkie gave an order powerlessly. "Let the fleet withdraw." The fighter planes were sent to cover their own fleet. Now that the fleet has surrendered, they can only recall the fleet to reduce losses.
At this moment, the air battle at sea has entered the high altitude. The American fighter pilots rushed left and right in the fire net formed by tracer bullets, and one or two were shot down from time to time.
Johnson, an American fighter pilot, was flying a newly produced P-51 fighter. He was full of confidence when he set off, but tragically found that the performance of this newly produced P-51 fighter was still not as good as the German FW-190T fighter.
Although it uses advanced technologies such as laminar wing, the aircraft is 40 kilometers faster than the P-40 fighter with the same engine, but overall, the Mustang at this time is at most a mid-range fighter with mediocre performance.
The reason why the P-51 Mustang fighter became famous in World War II was because it was equipped with the British Rolls-Royce Merlin engine. The Merlin engine is not only small in size and light in weight, but the P-51 equipped with the Merlin aviation engine not only has good low-altitude performance, but also has better high-altitude performance than German fighters. The Merlin engine is also very fuel-efficient. With the auxiliary fuel tank, the P-51 became the first fighter that could fly directly from Britain to the heart of Germany.
At this time, Britain had already fallen, and the British had no chance to help the United States tinker with their engines. The P-51 Mustang at this time used the Allison V-1710 engine. This series of engines only has a one-stage, one-speed mechanical supercharger. When the flight altitude exceeds 4,000 meters, the output power drops rapidly, resulting in poor high-altitude performance.
"Shit! Shit!" Johnson dodged the machine gun shells from all directions in a panic. Once hit by these 20mm caliber machine guns, he would be seriously injured if not dead. He dared not be careless and concentrated on avoiding the enemy's pursuit.
His wingman had been shot down and his life or death was unknown.
Suddenly, he saw another P-40 fighter being shot down. The unfortunate fighter exploded and disintegrated in the air. Johnson watched the pilot, who was wrapped in flames, struggling to climb out of the cockpit and pull the parachute. But the next second, the parachute immediately turned into a ball of fire, and the poor pilot fell straight down and left his sight.
"..." Johnson didn't want to end up in the same miserable situation, and tried his best to let his fighter avoid the enemy's attack; at this moment, good news like heavenly sound came from the headset. "Attention all pilots! Mission canceled! Return immediately! Return immediately!"
Johnson was so excited that he almost shed tears. This belated retreat order gave these pilots who were in desperate situation hope, which undoubtedly boosted their morale. The warm cheers in the communication channel even drowned out the voices for help.
Johnson quickly drove his fighter plane to circle and avoid the flight path of the enemy plane chasing him. , sprinting rapidly in the direction they came from - he wanted to get rid of the entanglement of the German planes as soon as possible.
Unfortunately, the American pilots soon found that they were too happy too early. The German pilots obviously had no intention of letting them go easily and continued to chase them; Johnson could not get rid of the German fighter planes following closely behind him.
"These damn devils!" Johnson couldn't help cursing. It seemed that the Germans would not give up until they shot them down completely. His palms were full of sweat, and his eyes were even a little dazed; he nervously adjusted the radio channel and prepared to find someone to help.
"Damn it, if we continue like this, we will be wiped out!" The commander of the formation gave an immediate order. "1st Squadron, 2nd Squadron, stay behind and stop these German fighters!" After a brief silence in the communication channel, several complaints were heard, but everyone still obeyed the order. After all, if no one intercepted them, they would all die here.
The unlucky Johnson was affiliated with the 2nd Squadron. The collapse of a hope was more despairing than having no hope at all; although he wanted to rush forward, even if he returned to the base safely, he would be branded as a deserter and might even be sent to a military court.
Johnson didn't want to tarnish his reputation, so he gritted his teeth and turned the nose of the plane to meet the German aircraft group.
The two squadrons had only more than 60 fighters left at this time, and they were facing more than 100 aggressive German aircraft groups.
In just one encounter, Johnson's wing was smashed to pieces by the German fighter's 20mm cannon, and the whole plane lost balance instantly and fell down in a spiral.
"Shit!" Johnson pulled the joystick hard, trying to restore the balance of the plane, but no matter how hard he pulled, the out-of-control plane did not obey at all, and the speed of falling was getting faster and faster.
Seeing that he was about to lose the best parachute opportunity, Johnson could only climb out of the cabin helplessly, jump out of the plane, and pull the parachute.
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