Battle of the Third Reich

""Shell No. 3" calls "Beach", "Shell No. 3" calls "Beach", my current heading is 282, and the altitude is 1500. I am going to enter Area No. 6."

"This is "Beach", "Shell No. 3" you must search carefully, pay attention to safety. Report as soon as there is a situation."

"Yes, "Shell Three" understands."

The German Air Force Lieutenant Sluton let go of the communicator's button, he gently stepped on the rudder, the cāo longitudinal rod pushed a little forward, and the ar196 reconnaissance aircraft drew a beautiful arc, leaning towards the far The sea surface flew away.

"Rowe, what do you think we will find this time?" Sluton asked the observer sitting behind him.

"I don't know, Lieutenant. I'm a little worried. It's too close to the English people here. Lieutenant."

"Don't worry, their fighter jets in France have been defeated by us, and those on their island dare to nest in their homes. We are safe. You should pay attention to observation and don't miss anything. The situation here is very important. ."

"Understood, Lieutenant."

ar190 slightly lowered the altitude and kept flying at a speed of 1000 meters at an altitude of 1000 meters.

"Lieutenant, there is a situation!" Lowe suddenly saw something.

"where is it?"

"Thirty degrees ahead of us."

Sluton tilted the plane a little and flew towards the sea in that direction.

"Three small cargo ships." The observation hand looked at it with a telescope. "There is no flag. But from the ship type, it seems to be the Dutch coastal freighter."

"Report to headquarters immediately." Sluton ordered. "The Netherlands is already occupied by us, and their ship should not appear here."

"Understood, Lieutenant. "Beach". "Beach" here is "Shell Three." Did you hear that?"

"I heard, "Shell No. 3", I heard it clearly. What happened."

"We found three small Dutch freighters in Area 6 at 132a1231f. The ships had a course of 87 and a speed of about 8 knots."

"Keep watching, "Shell Three", can you see the names of those ships?"

"Please wait for "Beach", we can try."

Lowe then called Sluton: "Lieutenant, they want us to check the names of those ships."

"I know."

Sluton depressed the longitudinal rod lightly, and the plane began to dive slowly towards the three small cargo ships. When flying over the ships, Sluton began to circle the ships. Sluton was so skilled that the light reconnaissance plane was flying at a height just above the masts of those ships, and he could even clearly see the faces of the sailors waving their fists at him.

"They must be angry, look at them." Sluton said to Rowe with a smile.

"N14.n15.n20" Rowe obviously didn't hear Sluton's words. "They obscure the name of the ship. They should be military transport ships requisitioned by the British Navy."

"Then report to the headquarters soon." Sluton yelled. "They are sailing towards the Red 2 minefield. Either they are crazy and want to commit suicide, or the British have swept a fairway there. Report to headquarters quickly."

""Beach", "Beach", here is "Shell No. 3", we have found out... Lieutenant, be careful, they are going to fire on us." Lowe yelled in fear.

"See, you can continue to report, I can cope." Sluton also saw machine guns on the bridges and sterns of the boats, and the British crews were rushing to reload those machine guns.

Sluton knew he was in trouble, and now his position was very unfavorable. He was passing through the middle of those boats, flying from the direction of their stern toward the bow. Turning in any direction now exposes one of the boats to its fragile abdomen, and it is too late to climb. It is difficult for ar196 to climb quickly at this speed. Now it was only hard, Sluton slammed the throttle, lowered the nose, and the engine roared. ar196 is advancing fast against the sea, and the powerful airflow of the propeller draws a white wake on the sea behind the plane.

"Tap..." The crisp sound of the Maxine's anti-aircraft gun fired. The British sailors poured their bullets frantically towards the small reconnaissance plane. For a time, the plane was almost engulfed by countless flying tracers.

Sluton gritted his teeth and pushed the throttle fiercely. He stared at the sea in front of him. As long as he flew out of this dangerous distance, he could start climbing, and then it was safe. He didn’t even look at the tracers that were screaming and rubbing the cockpit hood, nor the terrible "bang" when the bullet hit the aircraft shell. He now only knew that driving his plane was crazy. Sprinting against the sea, as long as you rush out is victory.

The plane finally rushed out of the horrible bomb rain, the flying tracers outside the cockpit disappeared all at once, in front of him was an empty sea, and the freighters were thrown far behind. Although the whole process was only a few seconds, but for Sruton, it was as long as a few years later. Sluton slowly took a breath and pulled up the vertical bar, and the plane began to climb slowly. At this time, Sluton realized that his flight suit had been soaked with sweat.

"How about you, Lowe, it's too dangerous in the front. I didn't expect such a small cargo ship to have such fierce firepower. Fortunately, our engine was not shot, otherwise everything is over. You have reported the situation here to the headquarters. Is it Lowe?"

"Lieutenant, my situation is a little bit worse." Lowe replied weakly in the back cabin.

"what happened!"

Sluton quickly turned his head and saw his observation hand leaning on the side of the cockpit, the seat belt was loosened, Lowe was holding the first-aid hemostatic bag against the wound in the flight suit, and the blood had sent him flying The suit was stained with blood.

"Rowe! You are shot!" Sluton suddenly saw a series of bullet holes in the cockpit wall.

"Damn, they hit you. How are you hurt, can you hold it?"

"I don't know, Lieutenant. It seems very serious. I don't know how long it will last. They may have hit my lungs." Lowe said weakly, and then he began to cough violently, blood from his mouth. There came out.

"Hold on. Rowe, I will return home immediately. You must hold on and hold the wound. Don't talk." Sluton turned his head and quickly pointed the compass pointer at the return route. Then he began to turn. He was afraid that the violent maneuvering might not be able to stand, so he carefully and softly flew in the direction of the plane toward the base.

"Lieutenant." Lowe yelled Sluton in the back cabin.

"whats the matter."

"I haven't had time to report the situation here to the headquarters."

"It's okay, let me report. You must hold on, a German pilot should not die in the hands of an idiot British sailor. Moreover, it was a crappy gunman." Sluton encouraged Lowe, and he pressed the newsletter. Button.

""Shell Three" calls "Beach", and "Shell Three" calls "Beach."

"This is "Beach", "Shell Three", what happened in front of you, have you been attacked?"

"The three Dutch freighters we found earlier were military transport ships requisitioned by the British. The ship number was..." Sluton suddenly couldn't remember the ship numbers of those ships.

"N14.n15.n20." Lowe reminded him weakly, and then started vomiting blood again.

"The ship number is, n14.n15.n20. They are heading towards the red 2 minefield. They may have cleared a fairway. Their heading is 84 and the speed is 8 knots. Also, they are armed and my observation hand is It was hit and the injury was very serious. Please ask the base to prepare the rescuers immediately. I am returning now."

"Understood, "Shell Three", we will prepare everything, and, well done, "Shell Three."

"Thank you." Sluton let go of the communication button.

"Luo Wei, you have to withstand, they are ready to rescue, you can get the best ambulance as soon as we arrive at the airport, rest assured."

"I can persevere. When the war is over, I will go to Paris with you."

"Hahaha, good, I will definitely take you to the best restaurant there. You can also buy beautiful clothes and jewelry for your Ilsa. Think about your little Ilsa, how she is Beautiful, she is still waiting for you to bring gifts home. I can’t wait to see what she looks like when she puts on the most exclusive fashion in Paris."]

"Cough. Cough. Cough..." Lowe coughed violently.

"Hello, all right." Sluton asked with concern.

"It's okay, I just thought of Ilsa, and now I have to persevere, I must not let you use my sister's brains after I die."

"What does it matter, I am the best pilot in the regiment and I have won so many medals. You can rest assured that she will be happy with me."

"She's only 16 years old, you playboy, it's a shame for the Luftwaffe. I decided to kill you before I died. Lieutenant." Lowe didn't realize he had started calling you Sluton.

"Hahaha, you guys, then we have to land after landing. Hold on."

"Understood, Lieutenant."

"Call me Sluton, we are not friends for a long time, how can you still call me lieutenant."

"Because you have always been skeptical about my sister."

"...

The hemostatic bag was soaked with blood, and Lowe began to wonder if he could really stick to it.

The aircraft began to lower its altitude, and it is now clear that it can see the coastline of Calais, France. Sluton finally let go of it, and it seemed that he should be able to make it. As long as Rowe persisted for another ten minutes, he would be saved.

Sluton suddenly noticed that two black spots on his upper left rushed towards him.

"Well? Are you alone?"

Sluton stared closely at the two black spots. The two black spots were still diving towards themselves at a rapid speed.

"It doesn't look good, how could this happen?"

As the distance got closer and closer, Sluton finally saw the appearance of the two planes. The gray hull, double wing, unsightly engine fairing and enclosed cockpit.

""Gladiator"! Why the **** would I encounter a British plane at my base? Lowe, hold on again and fasten the safety belt. We are accompanied."

Lowe also saw the two planes. He quickly struggled to fasten his seat belt, and then turned his seat to the back, with one hand tightly covering the wound, and the other hand holding the mg13 aircraft machine gun. handle.

"Let them come, Sluton, don't worry about me, I can stand it."

"Okay, friend, let them know how good we are. Eh? What do you call me? I seem to hear you call my name."

Without waiting for Lowe to answer, Sluton slammed the plane sideways, then made a counter-attack, and the plane swooped down towards the ground. The two "Gladiators" apparently didn't expect the reconnaissance aircraft to do this kind of action. They threw an empty space and swooped past the edge of ar196.

"It's okay, Lowe, is there any problem?" Sluton was still a little worried that his maneuver would make Lowe unbearable.

"Okay, I think my blood may have stopped, but it's not as serious as before." Lowe pressed tightly to the wound that was spewing blood, and gritted his teeth as if to answer easily.

"I think we still have to land quickly. I try to get rid of them." Sluton increased his throttle and flew desperately towards his airport.

"They should keep up again, Sluton, I can't see them now." Lowe felt he might be dying. Now the scene in front of him was blurry. He felt that he didn't even have the strength to pull the trigger. The sound of Bian's engine changed as if it had come from a long distance, and then he found that his eyes suddenly went black and lost consciousness.

"Hold on," Sluton yelled. Lowe didn't answer. Sluton quickly looked back, and found Lowe's head dropped from the side of the seat.

"Damn, **** it. These **** English guys! Lowe, hold on again and see how I avenge you, friend."

Then Sluton's fierce belted plane made a sharp radius hover, turned his nose and rushed towards the two "Gladiators".

"Roewe...Roewe..."

Luo Wei was confused and felt that someone was calling him. The voice was as soft as it came from a distance, and then became closer and clearer. Who was calling me, I was not dead. ? Is this an angel calling me? Why can't I see anything? No, I am familiar with this voice, who is it? By the way, it was Sluton, who was calling me.

Luo Wei suddenly woke up from the coma. He opened his eyes and looked around blankly. The first to enter his eyes was the concerned face of Lieutenant Sluton.

"Haha, you finally woke up, you know you have been in a coma for a day, I thought you would sleep like this forever. Then your little Ilsa would have to be taken care of by me."

"Hehehe, Lieutenant, my wound is still hurting. I hope you will stop making jokes to make me laugh. I remember we were being chased by two "Gladiators" before I lost consciousness. How did you escape afterwards? ."

Sluton said with a smug smile: "I thought you were dead and mad at me. I turned around and prepared to fight with the two groats. I didn't expect that the two groats were all rookies. They I greeted me and prepared to attack my head. As a result, I used our 20mm cannon to kill their long machine outside their range, and the remaining one ran away immediately. Then I found out that you were Still breathing, so I quickly landed at the base. You are so desperate, the doctor said that you can survive is a miracle, you know how much I was...

Sluton suddenly stopped, looking at Lowe who was smiling, and slowly extended his hand.

"Good to see you can come back, friend."

"Me too, friend!"

Lowe held Sruton's hand tightly, and the eyes of the two began to wet slowly.

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