"Oh my God, but now it seems that this life will not be too long, you have to live." Xu Jun lay in front of the porthole and thought.

When Xu Jun saw the various fighter planes flying up and down, he couldn't help but scream in anger: "How come there are so many French and British fighters? Didn't they eliminate 3/4 of French planes when the war started? How did Green's report be written? Hell, it seems that there are two squads of British "gladiators", how can this old-fashioned biplane still fight against the me110? Fortunately, there are no "hurricanes". I remember that at least two squadrons of "hurricanes" were fighting in France. Ah, it's French d.520, this kind of aircraft is difficult to deal with, with a maximum speed of 529 kilometers per hour. The me110 cannot fight with it."

He didn't notice that the other three people in the cabin stared at him like monsters. In their eyes, this boss was an outstanding genius everywhere, except for military aspects. In terms of military talents, the general was almost zero. Except for his outstanding organizational and regulation capabilities, he was useless in other aspects of military aspects. Now when he suddenly saw the deputy head of state who had not recognized his German fighter model, he kept talking and popping out various British and French fighter names from his mouth, they simply didn't believe in their ears.

"It seems that the Deputy Head of State had hidden a hand before." Lieutenant Randolph exclaimed secretly.

"Of course, I think the deputy head of state has more talents to hide. I don't know that kind of French plane." The SS major looked admiring.

"I can't believe it. The day before yesterday he pointed at ju88 and called "Stuka". I really wanted to kill him." Hans said quietly to the two SSs.

While several people were whispering, they suddenly heard the deputy head of state screaming.

"Look down!"

Before the few people understood why, they saw the deputy head of state already climbing under the desk like a flying man.

Those people were professional soldiers, and they didn't react slowly. They immediately understood and immediately lay down in the corridor. A second later, they heard the sound of bullets piercing through the shell, which sounded like they were hitting an iron bucket. The bullets made the oak guardrails on the wall splash. It seemed like a hurricane was blowing in the cabin, and documents and various debris flew all over the sky. Then they heard an airplane roaring and sweeping past the top.

"Damn it! Hans, Daogen, Randolph, are you okay?" Xu Jun crawled out from under the desk in a mess: "Hans, report the casualties."

"We're all okay."

Several people got up from the ground and patted the wood chips and debris on their bodies.

"Ah, General, you are injured."

Hans rushed over and supported Xu Jun. "It's okay, I'm just rubbed by a piece of bouncing debris." Xu Jun covered the wound on his forehead and looked at the walls on all sides. He saw a series of bullet holes starting from the front of the right of the cabin to the rear left.

"It's British aircraft, these are all machine guns. If it's France, it's a 20mm machine cannon. We'll have blown up long ago. Daogen, go to the back and see if there are any shots in the rear cabin and if there are any casualties."

"Yes, Deputy Head of State, I'll go now." Major SS hurriedly opened the door and went to the back cabin to check.

Hans was looking for a bandage to bandage Xu Jun. Suddenly Xu Jun felt the plane began to tilt to the left, and couldn't help looking at the cab and saw a string of bullet holes on the aluminum lattice door in the cab.

"Not good!" Xu Jun felt a chill in his spine.

"The cab was also shot." Xu Jun pushed Hans away and rushed to the door of the cab, trying to open the door and go in. He found that the cab door was blocked by something and could not be pushed open. Xu Jun knocked hard a few times, but no one answered. The plane leaned more and more to the left, and the engine made a terrifying whistle.

"We're diving, we're diving." Randolph exclaimed.

Xu Jun gritted his teeth and kicked hard at the door. The thing underneath was knocked open, and an airflow rushed towards him like a storm. Xu Jun and Hans rushed into the cab with the airflow. The scene in front of them shocked them.

It turned out that the beautiful greenhouse-style cab was in chaos. There were two rows of bullet holes on the bulletproof glass on the top from right to left. The two pieces on the right and the head machine gun on the four petal-shaped windshields in front of the machine have disappeared without a trace, leaving only a large hole of about half a meter there. The bomber and head machine gun shooter at that position was covered in blood and fell on the horizontal cushion. The driver leaned his head back and got hit with several machine gun bullets on his body, and blood was splattered everywhere. Xu Jun knew what was ahead to hold the door, it was the navigator. Now he was lying behind the door, and he was covered in blood.

Xu Jun rushed to the driver's seat and grabbed the lever, trying to level the plane. He shouted to Randolph on the side, "Come and help me get the pilot back. Take off his goggles and telephone and give it to me, and then go to the back and call the electromechanical and mechanical engineer."

Randolph hurriedly came over to untie the safety belt and dragged the driver's body out of the driver's seat, untie the driver's headphones, telephones and goggles to Xu Jun, and then dragged the driver into business class. Xu Jun brought the goggles and communicator headphones, and fastened the safety belt.

At this time, Hans shouted from the side: "General, the Navigator is still alive."

Xu Jun was gritting his teeth and pulling the cāo lever hard. He shouted to Hans: "Hurry up and drag him to the back cabin to rescue him. If I need your help, I will call you with the in-cabin telephone."

"I understand, General. But can you fly a plane?"

Xu Jun shouted, "I have read its design drawings and flight manuals. Now who else can drive this thing besides me? You may go quickly and I will call you when you need your help."

Hans looked at Xu Jun with respect and dragged the lucky navigator to the back cabin to rescue him.

"Stop it, baby!"

Xu Jun yelled. Although the left and right balance of the plane was corrected, it could not escape from diving. The flight instrument panel hanging from the top was penetrated by a few holes by bullets, and the altimeter and speedometer were completely scrapped.

Xu Jun had to estimate his current altitude and speed. The plane dropped at least 2,000 meters in just a few dozen seconds. Now the speed must have exceeded the maximum 480 kilometers per hour that the plane can withstand. It is a miracle that this guy has not disintegrated yet.

Xu Jun minimized the accelerator, put down all the flaps and speed reduction plates, and pulled the cāo lever back desperately. The engine was still screaming, and the plane was still diving hopelessly.
Chapter completed!