New World War II Eagle Strikes the Sky

The ki-43 going away did not relax Ron's nerves, because when Ron turned his head and looked back, he clearly saw that behind his plane, there was a long light gray smoke trail .This is the result of a fuel leak.Just now Ron's p-51 was hit by the air defense firepower of the airport. Although it was not shot down, it was obvious that the fuel tank was damaged. Although the p-51 has a self-closing fuel tank, this does not guarantee that it will not leak fuel after being hit. In fact, the plane was hit by the fuel tank and did not explode on the spot. Thanks to the self-closing fuel tank.

"Sir, your fuel tank is leaking!" The voice of the wingman pilot came from the headset.

"Got it!" Ron replied, looking down at the fuel gauge.

Judging from the oil gauge, there is still a lot of oil. If there is no oil leakage, it will be no problem to fly to Kunming.But it's hard to say now.Ron controlled the plane and flew at the economic speed for a while, then looked down at the fuel gauge again: the fuel level dropped a little faster than normal.

"After all, it's an oil leak!" However, the leak was not too serious. Ron estimated that the plane could probably fly to China, but it was hard to say whether it could fly to Kunming Airport.However, as long as you can fly to the control area of ​​the government, whether it is an emergency landing or skydiving is not a big problem.

A few minutes later, several other planes also merged with Ron and the others, and they flew to Ron's side and in front, so that the airflow stirred up by their planes could reduce Ron's fuel consumption.Now everyone has nothing to think about, and reported the current situation through the radio, and then just focused on flying to China.

After flying like this for more than an hour, the endless verdant tropical rainforest was still under the wings, and the pilots in the formation did not speak much.The order of radio silence has long been cancelled, and the victory just now should have made everyone extremely happy, but the danger Ron faced did not make everyone happy.

"Hey, guys, why are you all so silent?" Ron said, "Say something, or else such a long flight can make people fall asleep."

"Sir, why don't we tell a joke." The answer was Lieutenant Pilot Stockton, who was one of the first batch of students sent away by the Anti-Cross. There are already 4 aircraft shot down and 2 aircraft damaged.As long as he can not be beaten down by the devils, it is only a matter of time before he becomes the trump card.

"Okay, who's first?" said Ron.

"Let Stockton come, he can tell the best jokes." I don't know who shouted in the radio.

"I come and I come!" Most Americans don't have the habit of twitching like the Chinese, and Stockton began to make fun of him.

"There is a ship that is sinking, and there are British, French, Russians, Americans and the Japanese on board..."

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"This joke is too old-fashioned! How about Sir Ron tell us one!"

Ron is not good at telling jokes, but he didn't want to cool down the heated atmosphere, so he thought about it and thought about it, and finally came up with one:

"Once upon a time there was a plane that was running out of fuel. There were Americans, Germans, and Ri himself on board. But they only had one parachute, so they had to jump down together holding the parachute. The parachute couldn't carry three people. Seeing everyone He was about to fall to his death, so the American figured out a good way: he first shouted 'Heil Hitler', then shouted 'The Emperor is onboard', and then landed safely. Because the Germans and Ri himself fell while saluting."

After the joke was told, there was no laughter from the earphones, just silence.Apparently, this ill-timed joke got everyone worried about Ron's gas tank again.

"What's wrong, the jokes I tell are so bad?"

"No...but...sir, we want to know how much fuel is in your fuel tank?" Finally, one little guy couldn't help it.

Ron looked down at the fuel gauge and smiled deliberately: "The leak is slower than expected, I'm sure I can fly to the airport."

Cheers from the pilots came from the earphones.Amidst the cheers, Ron shook his head slightly. In fact, the oil leak was not slow, and the oil gauge was almost at the bottom.Whether I can fly to China or not depends on God's help. As for Kunming Airport, unless there is a steady tailwind, I will definitely not be able to fly.

"Sir, fighter jets are found at 12 o'clock!"

Ron, looking forward, there are four small dots that are rapidly growing in size directly in front of him.At the same time, this sound comes out in the headset:

"No.14 Air Force No. [-] Battalion No. [-] Squadron welcomes you sir!"

This is the No.14 fighter jets, they came to meet Ron.

"Welcome guys, how far is the airport?"

"Report sir, the airport is still three hundred kilometers away. Please follow us."

The four p-40s of the Fourteenth Air Force made a beautiful sharp turn, and then flew steadily in front of Ron and the others.

"Sir, do you remember me? I am the second batch of Camachos who graduated..."

"Remember, remember, it seems that Malone is in your aviation team?"

"Yes, but he can't come. He got carried away after shooting down a bomber last time. He flew the plane into a bridge hole and hurt the vertical tail. He is being locked up by the boss..."

The originally dull atmosphere became active again, and everyone continued to fly northeastward while chatting and laughing.

"Sir, we have now entered the Allied-controlled area."

Ron looked down, the wild jungle had receded, and now there were still rolling hills under the wings of the plane, but scattered villages could already be seen in the mountains, and the light blue smoke was coming from those black roofs. curl up.The village is surrounded by circles of terraced fields, and a few figures can be vaguely seen in the fields.

Flying forward for a while, roads and rivers also appeared. Along those light gray roads that twisted like a thin belt, towns of all sizes also appeared in front of Ron.

"In less than a hundred kilometers, we will arrive at the airport."

Just then, Ron heard a strange rattling sound from the plane's engine, and then the spinning propeller slowed down, finally wobbled, and stopped--the last drop of fuel was finally used up.

The plane lost power and began to glide downward.

"Brothers, I'm going to land first. Go to the airport first, remember to send a jeep to pick me up later, and send a truck to take the plane back by the way."

"Sir, I know there is a river beach ahead, which is very suitable for forced landing, please follow me." The plane of the [-]th Air Force is now flying in front of Ron.

Ron held the joystick firmly, and the plane glides down smoothly. After a while, a flat river beach covered with green grass appeared in front of Ron...

Ron jumped out of the plane that had stopped and checked his plane.It was a successful crash landing, almost indistinguishable from a normal landing if it wasn't for a touch from the bushes at the end.Take a closer look, the propeller seems to have been bent a little by a bush, and some of the paint on the fuselage has also been knocked off.But Ron was pretty sure it wouldn't take fifteen minutes for the mechanics to get it back into the sky when it was towed back to the airport.

The seven P-51s that followed Ron were still circling overhead. Ron waved at them, and those planes shook their wings, and then flew away with the two P-14s of No.40 Wing.The other two P-40s hadn't left yet, and they still had enough fuel, so they began to circle over Ron again and again.

Ron waved to them again, and then walked towards the river, where he planned to wash his face.At this moment, he saw a group of wild dogs by the river, swarming towards something, and he seemed to hear a faint cry for help coming from there.

Ron took out the m1911 pistol that the pilot comes with and fired.The huge gunshots scattered the group of wild dogs, revealing the pile of things surrounded by them—it was a person!