Burning Moscow

I suddenly remembered something. I quickly sat up straight and asked the pilot loudly: "Pilots, don’t we have a treaty of friendship with the Japanese country? Why do they risk the world’s unfavorable attack on our aircraft? The fighter planes of the Japanese Kingdom send signals or cut into their communication channels and tell them that we are the Soviet delegation?"

After the pilot heard my question, his face showed an awkward expression. After a long while, he said helplessly: "Comrade General, it's useless. You must know that we are flying on an American plane. The pilot and the navigator are both. The Americans and even two U.S. warplanes escorted them. Even if we cut into the communication channel of the Japanese nation and showed our identity, they would think we were deceiving them."

Hearing this, Khrulev sighed and asked the pilot in a low tone, "Do you know how many Japanese planes there are?"

The pilot replied: "I saw five planes, but it is not clear whether the Japanese planes are still in ambush elsewhere. The US fighter pilots have signaled to us that they will hold the Japanese planes and let us quickly break through the encirclement. "

Khrulev looked out the window and asked the pilot: "How long is it to fly before Vladivostok?"

The pilot raised his hand to look at his watch, and solemnly replied: "According to the flight plan, we will land in Vladivostok in fifteen minutes."

After hearing the pilot’s answer, Khrulev no longer hesitated, and decisively commanded: “Lower the high ground, let the plane fly close to the sea, and try to get rid of the Japanese plane. At the same time, everyone must be prepared for an emergency landing.”

When the pilot went back to the cockpit, I was surprised to find that although Khrulev gave everyone a preparation for an emergency landing, everyone, including Khrulev, still sat in their seats and did not move. He didn't do any preparations for the forced landing like later generations did.

Khrulev didn't know why I looked around and restless, because I felt a little overwhelmed when I saw that everyone was not preparing for an emergency landing. Thinking I was too nervous, I quickly comforted me and said, "Oshanina. Don't be nervous, it won't take long for our navy's aircraft to arrive for reinforcements."

Although the situation is very bad for us, Khrulev, who has experienced many battles, has taken the lead to restore calm at this moment. Seeing him as stable as Mount Tai, my heart is no longer as flustered as before. I coughed slightly, and then asked, "Comrade Minister, do you know the commander of the Pacific Fleet? Can he send a plane to support us in time?"

"Of course." He heard my question and looked at me sideways and said: "The commander of the Pacific Fleet is Lieutenant General Ivan Stepanovich Yumashev. He is the son of a railroad worker. He was enlisted in the Russian Navy in 1912 and served as a sailor, mechanic, and sergeant in the Baltic Fleet. After the October Revolution, he served in the Volga and Caspian Fleet, and then transferred to the Baltic Fleet as the commander of the battleship artillery squadron. 1926 He was transferred to the Black Sea Army and served successively as the first commander of the cruiser, the destroyer captain, the cruiser captain, the chief of staff of the fleet, and the commander of the fleet. In 1939, he took over Kuznetsov as the commander of the Pacific Fleet."

My nervousness disappeared after Khrulev told Yumashev's resume. I even looked out the window with interest to see the light drawn by the occasional flying bullets and shells. A Japanese plane with billowing black smoke passed by the wing of our passenger plane, plunged into the sea and caused huge waves. When the waves dispersed, I vaguely saw the torn apart fuselage. It is floating on the sea and continues to burn.

"Kill one!" I turned my head and said to Khrulev excitedly: "The American pilot is really great!"

Khrulev also looked out the window, and after seeing the scattered fragments of the fighter plane on the sea, there was not only a slight happy expression on his face. On the contrary, he said worriedly: "If our plane is shot down, it will have the same fate. By then, the people on the plane will not know how many people will survive?

Looking out of the porthole, several U.S. and Japanese planes are still fighting fiercely. Although the Japanese planes occupy a small number of advantages, they are unable to deal with passenger planes under the chasing of brave American pilots. Judging from the current situation, we are still in a relatively safe state for the time being. But no one knows how long this situation can last. I can only pray secretly in my heart, hoping that the fighter plane sent by the Pacific Fleet will arrive in time.

Although our landline is constantly lowering the flight altitude. But we still couldn't get out of the area of ​​air combat, and from time to time, Japanese planes swooped down towards us. When we were about to approach, the machine gun or machine gun destroyed our plane. However, before they entered the best shooting range, they were driven away by the following U.S. military aircraft.

Moreover, every time a Japanese or American aircraft passes by our landline, the strong air current will make the fuselage turbulence violently. With the increasing number of enemy planes passing over passenger planes, I couldn't help but become nervous again, saying that if we continue to develop in this way, we will not be able to escape the fate of plane destruction sooner or later.

As the air battle progressed, another Japanese aircraft plunged into the icy sea with billowing black smoke, but the U.S. military also shot a fighter plane and fell into the sea and exploded. Fortunately, the pilot jumped out in time. In the cockpit, I saw a small dark figure opening the parachute and descending slowly.

On the next battlefield, a US military plane dealt with three Japanese planes. Although he was brave, due to the difference in numbers, he was unable to prevent the Japanese planes from approaching our landline like just now. When I saw a Japanese plane dive out of the battle group, and the dazzling light drawn by the bullets from the airborne machine gun ~www.NovelMTL.com~ flying towards our landline, my heartbeat almost stopped.

The fuselage shook suddenly, and then I heard someone in the cabin yelling: "We were shot." With the shout, the passenger plane shook violently from the left and right, making it feel as if it was about to fall headlong.

I looked desperately at the approaching Japanese plane, feeling that it was about to collide with us. At this moment, a cloud of fire suddenly appeared on the fuselage of the Japanese aircraft, and a cloud of black smoke immediately enveloped the enemy aircraft that brought us death.

When the raging enemy plane dragged thick black smoke towards the sea, there was a burst of cheers in the cabin: "Ula! Ula! Plane, look at the plane, our fighter plane is here!"

Hearing the shouts of the entourages, I hurriedly looked outside again, and saw a few silver fighter planes in the distant sky, flying over our planes in a formation of two planes in order to reinforce them. US military fighter jets that are still fighting against the Japanese aircraft.

With the arrival of our army's fighter planes, the situation on the battlefield was reversed. Seeing that the situation was not good, the Japanese planes immediately turned around and fled southward. Except for the US fighter planes and the two Chinese fighter planes that remained on both sides of our planes to escort, the remaining fighter planes followed and pursued southward. (To be continued.)