Battle of the Third Reich

Hanging under the new 40-1 parachute, Lieutenant Gerhardt watched his landed plane fall down by a huge pond. The huge impact force broke the nose. It is strange that no explosion occurred immediately. . …. …"Maybe it's because of the low fuel surplus." Gerhardt thought at the time.

Then he began to consider, looking for a seemingly safe empty field to land on. Gerhart first waved his comrade in a fighter plane around him to indicate that he was okay, and then pulled the control cable next to the shoulder strap to control the direction in which the parachute descended.

"The terrain here is really terrible, it is simply a pilot's nightmare." Gerhardt looked closely at the terrain at his feet, but found that the ground was covered with small hills one after another, looking up to the whole area here. It's all such low hills. Seen from the air, there are scattered small villages among the hills. The hillsides and open spaces outside the village are covered with small patches of field. The farmland utilization rate here is almost to the point where stitches are seen.

Gerhardt's fighter jet was dropped into a farmland beside a water pond. He saw many figures rushing out of the nearby village and surrounded him towards his plane. Then he saw a little farther away from this place, a fw190 is lowering the altitude, the flight speed is not fast, it seems that the pilot intends to force landing. Because of the distance, Gerhardt couldn't clearly see the number of the plane. There was a trace of joy in his mind at the moment, because he found that he was accompanied, and he was not alone.

But later he began to worry. This place can be said to be three feet flat. At least in his visual range, only a few flat areas were found, and they were basically divided into fragments by Tiange. The area is simply not enough to force landing fighters.

However, the pilot of the plane seemed to be in luck. It seemed that he had found a level ground of sufficient size. Gerhardt watched the plane slowly turn around the forced landing point, and then flattened the fuselage and began to slide down. At this time, Gerhardt saw from the opponent's flight status that the fighter had lost its power. The Air Force Lieutenant couldn't help but squeeze a sweat for it, secretly praying that his comrades could land safely.

The result made Gerhart very happy, the plane landed smoothly on the ground, I don't know which luck guy in the brigade. He must have a good relationship with God.

But then Gerhardt was frustrated to find that because he only watched the comrades landing, he had been blown away from the original landing site by the strong winds in the mountains, and now his parachute was fluttering towards the side of the mountain. Slide away.

"Oh no, no, no. Don't do this to me, God." Lieutenant Gerhart pulled the parachute's control cable hard. He wanted to change direction, but it was too late to remedy. He could only watch him rush towards a large lush canopy on the mountain.

Not knowing how many branches were broken, Ludwig Gerhardt, the Luftwaffe pilot of the Luftwaffe, walked through the dense trees and fell heavily on the hillside. Finally, the parachute rope was wrapped between the branches, plus a few lows Blocked by low shrubs, Gerhardt didn't roll all the way to the bottom of the slope.

"What the hell." Gerhardt recovered for a while, and he got up from the bushes and checked his body. After all, except for a little pain in the shoulder. The rest of the place is normal. In this case, there was no injury.

Gerhardt slammed the quick release buckle on his chest, releasing the strap of the umbrella bag. He squatted down and looked around, and found no signs of people coming and going. Gerhart took off the flying cap, shook off the residual limbs and leaves, and then took off the leather flying gloves and set it aside with the flying cap. Immediately afterwards, the Air Force Lieutenant untied the flying leg bag strapped to the breeches, pulled out the map from inside, and then pulled out the compass from the pocket of the flight jacket. Determine the direction of the hillside where you are.

But at this time he was still unable to determine his exact location, so he decided to find a way to go down the mountain first. Gerhart remembered to see several villages nearby before landing, and felt that he should be able to get some help from the villagers. The air force lieutenant untied the rescue bag from the umbrella bag. Opened and checked the equipment inside, and found that everything was correct, then hung the canvas bag on the belt of the waist.

Putting on the flying cap and gloves again, Gerhardt carefully supported the trees on the hillside and began to walk down the hillside. Fortunately, the hillside that the second lieutenant dropped was not very steep, and the trees were not particularly dense. Soon he met a small road opened by local residents, along the winding mountain path, finally let him reach the bottom of the mountain safely. Walking out of the dark woods and bathing in the sun, Lieutenant Gerhardt took a deep breath, with a peculiar fragrance of grass and mud in the air, reminding him of his hometown in Germany.

After reassuring the direction with the compass, Gerhardt was ready to go west. There was a winding path down the hillside, along which the village should be met. The Air Force Lieutenant sorted out the military a little, and he felt that it was necessary to maintain the image of the German Air Force officer in front of the first Chinese encountered.

Gerhardt is only twenty-two years old today. He is a handsome German officer. Although his height of one meter and seven sixs is not that striking among the Germans, his shoulders, waist and waist are well-proportioned, and he has a strong athletic body.

At this time he was wearing a summer flying cap made by the Luftwaffe, equipped with light gray safety glass lens leitz-type anti-shatter goggles, the jaw strap was sent away, and the headphone cord extending from the back of his head hung on his chest.

He wore a black leather flight jacket on his upper body, which he bought in France himself. This style of short waist jacket became a popular in the brigade, almost became the standard wear of the brigade.

The earliest initiator was Lieutenant Nemo. After he went to Paris, he ran back wearing such a leather jacket, and then wore it back and forth in front of people every day to show that everyone in the brigade bought one. Even Major Sprague went to the store to purchase a customized version.

With a large lapel that can be closed with a hidden buckle, a military rank is worn on the leather trip on the shoulder, and the silver flying eagle badge of the German Air Force on the chest on the right side, at a glance, it reveals an inexpressible capable and powerful. Wearing a pair of officer-style breeches in the lower body, of course, it has been customized and modified. Because of the possibility of participating in some foreign affairs activities, the pilots of the task force are all dressed more formally. The whole team is the same as Gerhart. dress up.

Gerhardt was pleased that his plane had not caught fire when it crashed, which meant that he might also find personal luggage that was replayed behind the cockpit of the cabin, where he replaced the underwear, leather boots, and big brimmed military cap. Gerhardt hopes that these things will not be taken away by the locals who have found the wreckage, because once they are lost, there is no place to buy them in the East.

Less than a kilometer walked along the path, and climbed a small dirt slope. Lieutenant Gerhardt found a village not far away. Then Gerhardt saw the first Chinese man he met in his life. The man was standing next to the farmland under the earth slope, staring blankly at the German military officer on the top of the earth slope. This is a strong, middle-aged man with strong muscles and dark and translucent skin due to years of hard work. Wearing a turquoise short gown, wearing a pair of black trousers at the lower body, the trouser legs were pulled to the knee, wearing straw shoes.

"Hello." Gerhardt tried his best to be kind. He waved at the man with a smile.

Obviously, the Chinese didn’t understand the second lieutenant’s Mandarin. He stood and stared at the beginning, then slowly backed away, then turned and ran quickly towards the distant village, running while using the grid. Erhart shouted in a language he didn't understand.

Perhaps it was to find someone in the village, Gerhardt guessed. He felt a little incomprehensible about the performance of the Chinese after seeing himself. The Air Force Lieutenant stood on the earth **** for a while, watching the man run further and further away without looking back, shrugging helplessly, Gerhart came down the earth **** along the path, and followed the man to escape Direction, walking towards the village not far away.

But before he could reach the entrance of the village, a large group of people suddenly emerged from the village. They held various sticks and agricultural tools, and screamed and hurried to meet Gerhart.

"Oh, hell." Gerhardt realized that something was wrong. None of these Chinese people come to welcome themselves.

The Lieutenant of the Air Force could not help reaching out to unfasten the buckle of the leather holster on the waist, and pulled out the special version of the Mauser, which was issued two months ago. Seeing that the group of local Chinese people ran closer and closer with their arms in hand, Gerhart felt it necessary to give the other party a warning. He raised his pistol and pulled the trigger into the air. A clear gunshot sounded in the air. The crowd swarming along the dirt road was not afraid at all, but the sound of shouting and shouting was louder.

At this time, the few villagers who had rushed to the front had ran more than ten meters away from the second lieutenant Gerhardt. When they saw the dress of the German second lieutenant, their firm footsteps suddenly hesitated, and the expression on their faces also It became very strange.

At this time, one of the villagers, who seemed to be about 50 or 60 years old, suddenly shouted something, and the villagers who had copied from the surroundings gradually stopped. At a distance of seven or eight meters from the second lieutenant Gerhardt, a large circle was formed, which surrounded the German pilot tightly.

Gerhardt didn't know what action these people wanted to take further. In order to show goodwill, he carefully lowered Mauser's muzzle. The Air Force Lieutenant felt that there must have been some misunderstandings. At this time, it is best not to break out unnecessary conflicts. There are only 20 bullets in his pistol, and there are at least 70 or 80 people on the side. The consequences of the fight are obvious.

At that moment, the leading Chinese man shouted something again, and then a middle-aged man squeezed out of the crowd behind him. Gerhardt recognized at a glance that he was the one who had escaped. The old man looked angry. He rebuked the man loudly. It should be rebuked, Gerhardt thought so. Then the man argued loudly, and the crowd on the side also talked with each other.

Gerhardt found that the hostility in the eyes of the villagers had basically disappeared at this time. What was replaced was a kind of curiosity when he saw new things. Surrounded by dozens of such eyes, Lieutenant Gerhardt Feeling embarrassed all over his body at the moment, he carefully withdrew Mauser back into the holster, but he didn't expect to cause a burst of discussion in the crowd.

At this point, the old man's argument with the man was over, and finally the winner gave the opponent a fierce brain. The winner murmured scoldingly, then put on a smiley face and greeted Gerhardt.

The old man approached Gerhardt, smiled at the second lieutenant first, and then pointed his finger at the sky.

"Airplane, right." Gerhardt nodded vigorously, and then gestured like an airplane.

"Whoop suddenly." Gerhart gestured for air combat, then pointed his finger to the eagle emblem on his chest.

"German Air Force, Germany, German." Gerhardt said aloud.

The "German" old man tried to learn Gerhardt's pronunciation.

"Yes, Germanic, the pilot suddenly." Gerhardt patted his armband.

"Friends and friends." The second lieutenant patted the chest again.

Zhang Zhongfu, the chief of Chuangou Village, tilted his head and frowned. He couldn't understand what the foreigner was talking about, but one thing was clear. This is a foreigner's pilot, not a small Japan.

"A while ago, I heard that some old Maozi was helping us to fight devils, but this is just a Maozi, ah ah, Zhang Xiao's four turtle sons can be regarded as a miserable old man." Zhang Zhongfu turned his head and gave him a hard look again. The villager who reported.

"Speak to me in the village." Zhang Jiachang gestured, gesturing Gerhardt to follow him.

"Understood." Gerhardt understood the other's meaning and nodded quickly. So surrounded by a group of villagers, the Lieutenant of the German Air Force walked towards the village not far away.

At this time Gerhardt will not know that what he will encounter next will be countless times to show off to others in his life. (To be continued.)