It's really bad to escape from a low altitude.

Accompanied by the sound of airflow in his ears, Long Yun, who felt dizzy, tried hard to open his eyes. He knew that the current situation was very dangerous and needed to wake up his spirits at this time.

During the fight just now, the height of both him and his opponent dropped very low. When they were ejected, they were probably less than one thousand meters away from the ground; they ejected horizontally, so the height would be even more unsatisfactory.

At an altitude of 800 meters, although there is air resistance, it only takes more than twenty seconds for an object of human form to fall to the ground. Because it was subjected to a huge impact force during the ejection, Long Yun's consciousness was a little blurred at this time. He looked up with great effort and found that the traction umbrella of the seat had been unfolded and was pulling out the larger main umbrella, and he felt a little relieved.

But we can't be too careless now. We had already entered the French-German border during the war; at this time, he should be in France.

Where will it fall and what kind of situation it will happen, it may be possible.

At a height of more than 300 meters, as the seats and body separate, the parachute belt hanging on the strap provides a strong pulling force. Longyun looks down and now it seems to be the kind of farm that is common in the French countryside. Fortunately, this is not near the town, so if you want to run away, you can't escape. As the scenery on the ground expands rapidly in your sight, Longyun maintains a good posture and lets himself fall directly into the weed fields.

With a "bang" sound, Long Yun fell heavily into the fields, then rolled on the ground and fell on the parachute. Fortunately, although the grass after the rain was slippery, it did not cause him to sprain his ankle. This is the most important thing.

Finally, it was safe to land, but what should I do next?

When facing this situation suddenly, Long Yun was a little at a loss, and he realized that there was no guide to action after ejection in his memory.

Now it all depends on yourself!

There was no time to deal with the parachute. Long Yun knew that in the densely populated Western Europe, someone would almost certainly notice his parachute jump, and it was useless to bury it. He sorted out his carry-on things and pulled out his pistol from his backpack. Makarov's small gun handle was very comfortable in his hand, but unfortunately it was too small and only had eight bullets.

It would be great if he had a AK74s, but unfortunately he did not have such foresight.

It is estimated that it is quite far away from the front line now, and it is completely unrealistic to wait for our own rescue. In this place where language is not understood and the terrain is even dark, it is indeed quite difficult to try to return to the front line.

It was getting late at this time, and moving along the drainage canal on the side of the field road, Longyun could see the lights in scattered buildings in the distance. Unlike the big fight against parachuting pilots in small-scale wars, in a full-scale war, few people would generally go to pull the net and search an enemy pilot. At most, they would notify the local area to be careful and searched after receiving the report.

Of course, this is for the average pilot.

If the NATO authorities learned through the intelligence system that the guy who is now wandering in the suburbs of central France is the "fighter plane butcher" who scares everyone, then the situation will be completely different. It is conceivable that the NATO European Command may even order the elite infantry to be transferred to the regiment to search him, and Long Yun is now worried that the enemy will know this; he hopes that the confidentiality tradition of Warsaw Pact intelligence agencies can cover this fact and allow him to return to the troops safely.

Originally, Long Yun had such fantasies, and no one noticed him, and could run away quietly; but then the roar of the vehicle engine sounded from a distance from the highway, and the truck that appeared immediately surprised him.

There was no good place to hide around, so there was no way, Long Yun could only hide his body into the dense grass at the corner of the ditches.

Looking nervously at the military truck that was gradually approaching and then moving away, Long Yun keenly saw the shadows on the road in the distance, and it seemed that there were roadblocks or inspection posts. When the vehicle passed by just now, he unconsciously felt the conscious activities of the soldiers in the car. Although the information he received was very messy, he also understood a rough idea.

These people are searching for him.

At first, Long Yun was quite surprised, but he slowly thought of the reason. Speaking of which, the moment before the ejection, he did see that the ef2000 was also bombed by a missile - nonsense, he could kill him and he was safe and sound. Such a pilot might not have been born yet!

But Long Yun really has no way to know the life and death of the pilot. In such a fierce air battle just now, not to mention the Rudolph he hit in the end, even if his life and death are uncertain, there are still two German fighter jets in the sky. They must have recognized their landlines, reported the battle situation to the headquarters, and then...

Then this is the roundup.

I didn’t expect these guys to appear so soon. It’s so depressing!

Long Yun, who was on his body, was lying on the edge of the canal with a little depressed depression. Now he really didn't know what to do.

Before, he came to this parallel world for the first time. Until just now, he experienced air combat. In battles of all sizes, he always shot down others. As for what he should do after being shot down one day, Long Yun never thought about it.

Not to mention, what would happen if you were caught here and locked up in a prisoner of war camp?

Is that true, even if he travels in in the future, he can only experience the life of the prisoner-of-war camp as Victor Rezenov?

If you can't take off to fight again, is it meaningful to travel through time?

The night was shrouded in the sky, and the surrounding scenery gradually became dim. By the canal that became a little cold, Long Yun was paying attention to the movements around him while eating emergency food in his hands. After thinking about it, he decided not to act rashly for the time being. Although the night could be used as a cover for action, it was not a good thing for him, a person with a distant life. Instead, he was likely to get lost or ambushed.

Thinking of this, Long Yun did not rashly walk on the highway, but groped through the nearby weeds, and then slowly approached the building closest to him.

Although he had a gun in his hand, he didn't plan to go in and cause trouble, but at least he could find a less wet place to spend the night. He walked quietly to the building, and Long Yun stayed under the eaves that were not soaked in rain, and then slowly sat down and leaned against the stone foundation of the house.

Everything around was silent. In the distance, there was a vague sound of engines. Perhaps those hunters were still the ones, but they probably didn't expect that the people who were going to search would now live under the eaves of this country building.

In such a dark night, Long Yun unconsciously thought of his landline, the red No. 13 MiG that had experienced ups and downs.

Where has this fighter plane that accompanied him through life and death fallen? Thinking of the poor guy, he must have been a tragic scene of charred and broken, and thick smoke rising, crawling on the land of a foreign country; somehow, Long Yun became a little sad.

After all, that was Long Yun's first plane.
Chapter completed!