The pilot turned the nose of the plane and flew according to the instructions in a daze for a while. Suddenly he patted his head, looked at the flight chart, and shouted:
"Huh? That's not right! If you fly like this, don't you fly into Qinglu's arms?"
Xiang Xiaoqiang felt dizzy: Did you just know?
He stood up, held on to the roof of the cabin and hurried to the front, stared at the flight board and said:
"Can't fly along 255,"
The pilot was startled and turned to stare at Xiang Xiaoqiang.
Xiang Xiaoqiang ignored him, still staring at the drawing board, tapping on it with his fingers, and said:
"Listen to me, adjust the course, 275, or directly 280, it's up to you - fly directly to Dongjiang Base."
The pilot hesitated:
"But...the Japanese want us..."
Xiang Xiaoqiang got angry:
"Japanese, Japanese! Little Japan has no good intentions. They can't beat us down themselves, so they just let us die!"
The pilot was stunned and his expression changed drastically.
"Besides," Xiang Xiaoqiang pointed to the dashboard and said, "Go back now, do you have enough fuel?"
It's true that this kind of aircraft has a maximum range of 1,360 kilometers, and now it has almost flown 1,000 kilometers. Without refueling, it won't even be able to make it half way back.
The pilot hesitated, pointed at the drawing board and said:
"If we fly 255, we can insert it into the Bohai Sea as planned and drop you over Huanghua."
Xiang Xiaoqiang was depressed, thinking why he sent such a big carrot. 255, might as well be 250!
"That was the original plan. What is the 'original' plan? Now it has changed! Little Japan and the Qing Dynasty had the same problem. Now that they have discovered us, why don't they let us land on the spot instead of driving us towards the Qing Dynasty?
Are they aware that we have a mission and are they afraid of delaying us?"
Xiang Xiaoqiang fired a barrage of shots, and the pilot was speechless. Xiang Xiaoqiang took a breath and said again:
"The air defense in the Beijing-Tianjin area is already strong. Our original plan was to catch them off guard, airdrop as soon as they entered the land, and then turn around immediately. Now that we have such a plan, how many chances do we have?"
The pilot nodded, gritted his teeth, pulled the control stick, and the plane veered to the right.
…
Another Japanese chatter came from the radio, with a high-pitched tone and a threatening tone.
The pilot glanced at Xiang Xiaoqiang in confusion. Xiang Xiaoqiang said coldly:
"Ignore him and keep flying."
…
There was a roar of "Woo-", and the sound of the motor behind my head passed over my head and rushed forward.
The Japanese words continued to explode, becoming more and more forceful and short, as if they were making ultimatums or the like.
"What...what should I do?" The pilot raised his head, sweating heavily.
Xiang Xiaoqiang also stopped sweating and continued:
"Fly yours."
…
In the last burst of Japanese words, the tone changed. It seemed that he was not speaking to them, but was quite standard. The last word was:
"Hiyi!!!"
Then a terrible word came through:
“Hah!!!”
"Holy shit!" Xiang Xiaoqiang shouted, "Everyone get down!"
Then he threw himself on the ground and punched the pilot:
"Quickly evade!"
Before the pilot could react, two small flashing bright spots appeared in the night sky in front of the driver's window. They quickly grew in size and turned into a fighter jet. The two bright spots were the machine guns firing on the wings.
"Bah bang bang!"
There were three big white spots on the front glass, and there were several "ding-dong" sounds, and several holes were opened in the roof of the cabin, letting in howling wind.
"Da da da da da da - buzz -"
Only then did he hear the sound of the opponent's machine gun and the sound of motors passing overhead.
There was a burst of panic and shouting, and everyone fell down. The pilot looked pale and pulled up the control stick desperately, and the ground in the cabin tilted.
It was like a roller coaster again, with weightlessness, earache, and howling wind. Xiang Xiaoqiang grabbed the bottom of the seat and shouted back:
"Is anyone hurt?"
After shouting a few times, everyone behind them shouted: "No!"
"Fuck you..." Xiang Xiaoqiang looked at the cabin roof and muttered, "How dare you shoot..."
…
Sudden--
"Jingle-ding-ding-ding-ding!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang lay on the ground and felt that the right wing of the aircraft was hit two or three more times.
Then, through the front glass, I saw two strings of bullet marks swaying and passing by outside.
"Buzz——"
The Japanese fighter jets passed overhead again and moved forward.
Now Xiang Xiaoqiang feels firsthand what a miserable and miserable situation it is when a heavy bomber encounters a fighter jet.
Even this is not an armed bomber. This aircraft does not even have a machine gun for self-defense.
But...machine gun?
Xiang Xiaoqiang just changed this idea and gave it up. Forget it, it's impossible, it's too yyy.
He shouted forward:
"Hey - where are you flying now?"
The pilot's tone of voice changed:
"how could I know!"
"Damn it," Xiang Xiaoqiang yelled, "aren't you flying a plane for the Queen? Is that all you do?"
The pilot's voice trembled, but his tone was still confident:
"My God, I don't fly military planes!"
faint!
Xiang Xiaoqiang climbed up holding on to the bulkhead, stretched his head and looked outside, and saw that the right engine was on fire, with long flames spraying backward from the gap, along with thick smoke.
Recommend pilot to Xiaoqiang:
"Hey, the right engine is on fire!"
The pilot looked to the right, his face turned earth-colored.
"Hey!" Xiang Xiaoqiang shouted into his ear, "Can you dive to put out fires?"
The pilot looked down into darkness and shook his head like a rattle.
Damn it, what should I do? Yes!
Xiang Xiaoqiang shouted again:
"Then will you turn off the fuel supply to the right engine?"
The pilot patted his head, reached out and turned a switch, and breathed out:
"okay!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang looked outside and saw that there was no fire, just long smoke.
…
After a while, the sound of a motor appeared behind the head from far to near, and gradually moved to the right side. The members all lay on the right side window and looked out, and saw the Japanese fighter jet catching up from the right side, full of enthusiasm.
Parallel, approaching this side, probably to see the injury.
The fighter jets are getting closer and closer, probably to show off their skills. They are still about ten meters apart, and they can almost scrape together by tilting the joystick.
That crazy idea flashed through Xiang Xiaoqiang's mind again, he swallowed, and with fear in his heart, he secretly said: Don't blame me, you brought this to me yourself.
He turned around and shouted:
"Brothers, pull out our 'woodpecker'!"
The snail was stunned and exclaimed:
"Uncle!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang said angrily:
"What uncle, now call me captain!"
"Team...Captain, that's a Japanese plane! We..."
Xiang Xiaoqiang stared at the fighter jets outside, weighed it again, and ordered:
"Then do you want to die? Just do as you are told, and I'll take care of you when you're done!"
The snail was startled, and immediately showed an excited look, and everyone roared:
"yes!"
Then they dragged a large cylindrical bag from the back cabin, opened it, and took out a few things. Then they moved a long crate out of it, opened it, and took out a few things.
Straw, lifted out a black thing.
A brand-new and shiny mg34 general-purpose machine gun. The Chinese name of the Ming Dynasty was "Woodpecker" machine gun. It was the predecessor of the famous gun mg42 in World War II.
This kind of machine gun was designed by a Swiss arms company and was only equipped with the German Army last year. In the first half of this year, a Swiss arms dealer brought two samples to the Ming Dynasty to sell them. However, because this is an air-cooled machine gun and the rate of fire is extremely fast, it can be fired continuously.
The barrel had to be changed in about ten seconds, which did not meet the requirements of the Ming army to defend the Yangtze River defense line. In addition, the gun was complex and expensive, so the Ming Dynasty military did not take a fancy to it and just bought the sample for research. Now on the plane
The one I brought with me was one of them.
The mg34 is a general-purpose machine gun. Compared with traditional water-cooled machine guns, it is very light, weighing only more than 20 kilograms. It can be carried by one person. If it is carried by two people, it is very light and is very convenient for offensive troops and small groups to use. In addition,
The firepower is extremely powerful, with a rate of fire of 900 rounds per minute, which is very suitable for them to hijack trains and conduct ambushes. Two days ago, when the Dongchang leader asked Xiaoqiang for weapons, he accidentally mentioned that there is such a gun in the library, called the "Woodpecker".
When Xiaoqiang heard it was mg34, he ordered it on the spot.
As for why it was called "Woodpecker", it was because when the arms dealer demonstrated it, this gun "sawed" down a small tree in 5 seconds. It left a deep impression on the Ming army officials on the spot and named it "Woodpecker"
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…
Among the veterans of the commando team, two were machine gunners in the original army. They were selected into the commando team because they were particularly good at shooting machine guns. In the past three days, they have practiced "Woodpecker" fiercely, and the barrel of the gun has
I have broken three of them, so I can say that I am quite familiar with it.
The two machine gunners loaded their bipods three times in twos. One of them was lying flat in front of the cabin door holding the handle of the gun. The other was half-kneeling next to him and shouted back:
"Captain, which one do you use to hang the bullets?"
This time, the woodpecker was equipped with two 75-round drum magazines, three 50-round nylon bullet chains, and two 50-round metal bullet chains. Although the nylon bullet chain is lighter, it can only be used once, and it will be killed after being shot.
It is stretched. The metal bullet chain is a little heavier, but it can be used repeatedly. After shooting, the bullets can be loaded again.
Shout to Xiaoqiang:
"Use the nylon bullet chain first, and use the two hooks with light bullets!"
He grabbed the headset from the pilot's face and put it on his head. While instructing them to open the door and prepare to shoot, he covered the headset and pretended to be frightened, and apologized loudly to the Japanese pilot:
"Gongmen Nasai, Gongmen Nasay..." (Sorry, sorry)
The kneeling ammunition supply hand held two 50-round bullet chains, connected them together, and loaded them into the gun.
These two hanging belts have a flash bullet every 15 rounds, in order to form a bright strip when fired, so that the ballistic trajectory can be seen clearly.
Seeing them getting ready, he continued to apologize loudly to Xiaoqiang, his tone becoming more and more pitiful and desperate:
The huge air flow roared in, and the cabin was deafening, and my hands and feet were covered with ice, as if I had reached Mount Everest.
The Japanese fighter jet was about ten meters outside the cabin door. The pilot was tilting his head and looking this way, probably curious as to why the cabin door was suddenly opened. But it was dark inside the cabin and he couldn't see anything.
"Gongmen Nasai, Gongmen Nasay... are you ready?"
"Ready!"
"There are not many bullets, so you must shoot accurately!"
"Captain, don't worry!"
The effective shooting range of this kind of gun with a bipod is 800 meters, but it does not mean that it cannot kill people beyond 800 meters, but it means that it is difficult to shoot accurately beyond 800 meters. And this "unaccurate" means that it can't kill people.
If a target as small as a human being is as big as an airplane, and it is only a dozen meters away, with these two old machine gunners, if they can't hit it accurately, they will die.
Xiang Xiaoqiang glanced behind him. All the team members were holding the windows open and looking at the Japanese plane. They were all nervous and excited.
He said "Gongmen Nasai" one last time into the headset, and then yelled:
"beat!"
The howling of the wind suddenly included a sound similar to that of a chainsaw cutting wood, which stung the eardrums. The cabin door was covered by an orange flash, and it instantly became dark again. A string of bright lights was thrown out of the cabin, and was far away.
Left behind.
The only sound left in the cabin was the howling of the strong wind.
The machine gunner fired a burst just now, but not a single bullet landed on the fighter jet. All the bullets flew to the back. He had never fired a machine gun on an airplane before, so he had no feel for it and did not count the advance.
A string of Japanese words burst out on the radio, seemingly cursing something, and he quickly apologized to Xiaoqiang:
"Gongmen Nasai, Gongmen Nasai... fight!!!"
There was the sound of sawing wood for a few more seconds, the orange light on the hatch flashed a few times, and the fire ceased.
Xiang Xiaoqiang leaned against the porthole and looked out. The Japanese fighter jet on the right was dragging a long plume of black smoke backwards, and orange flames were bursting out of the cockpit. The pilot was covering his bleeding arm while trying to push back the hatch cover.
.
"boom!"
After ejecting, a white parachute opened in the sky in the distance, and was left far behind.
All the members held the portholes open and watched silently as the fighter jet plunged downward at a 30-degree angle, dragging a long trail of fire and black smoke like a comet in the night sky.
Ten seconds later, a small fireball exploded in the dark distance below.
Suddenly, all the members in the cabin burst into loud cheers, and everyone's face turned red, jumping with a beast-like excitement and a strong sense of revenge.