Chapter 695: 1 walk before the gate of ghosts

As time passed slowly, the fuel gauge on the front showed less and less fuel.
Keep going in circles, but below, nothing was found. The radius of the search has expanded to 80 kilometers around!
"Maybe, we were wrong." Facing this situation, Craig finally made a judgment. Maybe, Berlin is really ahead!
"Attention, a small team, give up searching the city below, we continue to fly forward!" Craig made a decision.
At this moment, the sound of piercing and piercing came from the earphones. This kind of strong radio interference made him immediately heightened his vigilance. When he was spinning over the Germans, the Germans never responded, right? Possibly, but now, this kind of interference may be the discovery of one's own intentions.
Berlin, maybe just ahead of the route, fly over!
The fuel gauge in front has dropped to a terrible indicator. People like them don't want to fly back. Now, their greatest hope is to be able to throw bombs over Berlin.
Then they need to make an emergency landing and return to England after hardships!
This is the last option in their plan.
Craig didn't know that, just as his bomber climbed up and was about to continue to fly forward, the bomber force that flew in front was turning back.
The difference in altitude prevented them from finding each other, so in the dark, they changed positions and continued to fly.
For the British bombers, this was a very tormented night.
They couldn't even complete the first step of the bombing, which is to find the target!
"Ahead, found a city!" Finally, when the fuel was about to run out, the navigator called excitedly.
They found a city!
"Attention, prepare to drop the bomb!" Craig shouted loudly. At this time, the radio interference was not so strong, but he was still unable to contact the second team. Regardless of them, our troops must complete the bombing!
Ready to drop the bomb!
In order to ensure the hit rate, they flew the plane low to an altitude of about 500 meters. Everyone was determined to die. In fact, when they got on the plane, they all wrote a suicide note to be martyrs. The possibility is too great.
"Drop a bomb!" the navigator called excitedly, and pressed the button at the same time.
The bomb bay of the bomber opened, and bombs fell from the cabin.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Germans, let you taste British gifts!
On the body of the bomb, the words Gift for Cyric were written in white paint.
One after another bombs fell from the sky. For the residents of this city, this night was a very sad one for them.
A city in western Poland, Lipiane, yes, the British bomber accidentally flew more than 100 kilometers, flew over Poland and bombed a Polish border city!
One after another bombs exploded, lighting up the city below. Just as the plane accelerated and left, Craig always had an indescribable feeling.
Is this too easy? What about the lower artillery? Are the Germans really so negligent? As the capital of Germany, is it so negligent?
"No, we are almost out of fuel." After the bombing was completed, the bomber's fuel warning light flashed without flying dozens of kilometers. It was definitely a dangerous distance.
"We must find a place to make an emergency landing," Craig said.
Although they all carry umbrella bags, as long as they are clear-headed people, they know how dangerous the skydiving at night is. Even skydiving in the daytime will break their legs. If you skydive at night, you will fall into flesh if you don’t pay attention Pie.
If you can make an emergency landing, it is better to make an emergency landing!
Craig knew that the risk of an emergency landing was also great. The bomber's emergency landing required hundreds of meters of flat ground. Now, even though the moon has risen, it is not enough for them to see the ground thoroughly.
This requires the fearless spirit of the pilots, as well as skilled technology, plus enough luck!
Craig lowered his height to only a few tens of meters from the ground, so that he could see more clearly. At this time, there are dense woods below, and it is impossible to land in the woods. It will definitely be broken.
At least I have to fly over the woods!
At this moment, there was a shock from the wing of the plane. He turned his head and saw that the engine on one side had stopped rotating.
not good!
The engine has stalled!
Can't wait any longer! The left engine turned off, and the engine on the right left only the fuel in the fuel pipe. It only took a few seconds. During this time, can I find a suitable landing ground?
At this moment, the forest suddenly disappeared, and in front of it was a river!
Okay, just land on the river bank!
When he saw it, the engine on the right had also lost its power. He pulled the control lever vigorously to let the fighter slide down at a suitable elevation angle.
"Hurry up, let go of the landing gear!" Just when he firmly stabilized the plane~EbookFREE.me~, he shouted to the other two. At this time, the two men had come out of the nose and back of the plane. Get into the middle of the fuselage and shake the crank.
As they shook, the landing gear slowly descended.
Under normal circumstances, the landing gear is hydraulically retractable, but now that the engine loses power, the landing gear can no longer be retracted and retracted hydraulically. In this case, you can only rely on the most basic mechanical device to manually crank the landing gear. !
The two were shaking vigorously, and the landing gear was slowly falling downwards and downwards, but the aircraft fell faster!
"No, it's too late, let's make a crash landing with the belly of the plane!" Craig said, at this time, the river bank is in front of you!
I can't see clearly. If the river bank here is soft sand, then one can easily land, if it is all pebbles, then this landing will be thrilling.
When Craig was talking, both of them hugged their arms tightly to the handrail next to them, and it was too late to fasten their seat belts.
The plane was no longer powered, and although Craig pulled the control lever back hard, the bomber nosed down and plunged in.
When the nose of the aircraft was in contact with the ground, Craig even had a hint of fear. If it was a rock, the plane would crash!
There was no violent impact, as if hitting a puddle of mud, half of the fuselage plunged in, and the remaining half was exposed behind.
All three of them seemed to have walked through the ghost gate, especially Craig. His back was soaked. When the fuselage stopped falling, he said hello to his companions: "Look what's outside. , We better go out."
If this is a swamp, it would be quite terrible, they can't get out, they can only die here!
This is a long night.