Chapter 1046

I suddenly remembered something. I sat up straight and asked the pilot in a loud voice, "pilot, don't we have a treaty of friendship with Japan? Why do they risk the world's great injustice to attack our aircraft? Have you ever signaled Japanese fighters or cut into their communication channels to tell them that we are the Soviet delegation? "

After hearing my question, the pilot showed an embarrassed expression on his face. After a long time, he said helplessly: "Comrade General, it's useless. You know, we are flying on an American plane. The pilot and the pilot are all Americans. There are even two US warplanes escorting us. Even if we cut into the Japanese communication channel and show our identity, they will think that we are deceiving them. "

Hearing this, he sighed and asked the pilot in a low voice, "do you know how many Japanese planes there are?"

The pilot replied, "I see five of them, but it's not clear whether the Japanese planes are still in ambush elsewhere. Us fighter pilots have signaled us that they will tow Japanese aircraft and let us break through quickly. "

He looked out of the window and asked the pilot, "how long is it going to be before Vladivostok?"

The pilot raised his hand, looked at his watch, and solemnly replied, "according to the flight plan, we will land in Vladivostok in 15 minutes."

After listening to the pilot's reply, khrushiev no longer hesitated and decisively ordered: "lower the altitude, let the aircraft fly close to the sea, and try to get rid of the Japanese aircraft. At the same time, everyone should be ready to make a forced landing. "

When the pilot went back to the cockpit, I was surprised to find that although khrushiev had made preparations for the forced landing, all the people, including khrushiev, still sat in their own positions and did not make any preparations for the forced landing like later generations.

Khrushiev didn't know the reason why I looked around and was restless. He felt a little at a loss when he saw that all the people were not prepared for the forced landing. He thought I was too nervous and quickly comforted me and said, "o'shanina, don't be nervous. Our navy plane will soon be able to come to reinforce us."

Although the situation is very bad for us, khrushiev, who has experienced many battles, has taken the lead in restoring calm. Seeing his stable appearance, my heart is no longer as flustered as just now. I coughed softly 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." Hearing my question, he looked sideways at me and said, "the commander of the Pacific fleet is lieutenant general Ivan stepanovic yumashev, 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 river fleet and the Caspian fleet, and later transferred to the Baltic Fleet as the artillery squadron leader of the battleship. In 1926, he was transferred to the Black Sea army and successively served as the first commander of the cruiser, destroyer, cruiser, fleet chief of staff and fleet commander. In 1939, Kuznetsov took over as commander of the Pacific Fleet. "

My nervousness disappeared after khrushev had finished telling the story of yumashev. I was even interested in looking out of the window to see the light of the occasional bullets and shells. A Japanese plane with black smoke swept past the wing of our airliner and plunged into the sea, causing huge waves. When the waves dispersed, I vaguely saw the fragmented fuselage floating on the sea and continuing to burn.

"Killed one!" I turned my head and excitedly said to khrushiev, "the American pilot is really wonderful!"

Khrushiev also looked out of the window. After seeing the bits and pieces of fighters on the sea, he didn't have a happy expression on his face. On the contrary, he said anxiously: "if our plane is shot down, it will come to the same end. At that time, the people on the plane don't know how many people will survive?

Looking out of the side window, several US and Japanese aircraft are still fighting fiercely. Although Japanese aircraft occupy a small number of advantages, they can't afford to deal with the airliner under the pursuit of brave American pilots. Although we are still in a relatively safe state for the time being, no one knows how long this situation can last. I can only pray in my heart that the fighters sent by the Pacific fleet will arrive in time.

Although our plane is constantly reducing its flight altitude, it still can't get out of the air combat area. From time to time, Japanese planes dive down towards us, ready to approach, and organic guns or machine guns will destroy our planes. But before they got into the best firing range, they were chased away by the following us planes.

And every time a Japanese or US plane passes by our plane, the strong air will make the fuselage bump violently. With more and more enemy planes flying over the airliner, I can't help but get nervous again. I think that if we go on like this, we will not escape the fate of plane crash and death sooner or later.

With the progress of the air battle, another Japanese plane with black smoke fell into the cold sea. However, the US military also had a fighter plane that was shot and then fell into the sea and exploded. Fortunately, the pilot jumped out of the cockpit in time, and I saw a small shadow open the parachute and slowly descend.

Next on the battlefield, a US military plane confronted three Japanese planes. Although he was very brave, he was unable to prevent Japanese planes from approaching our plane as he did just now because of the number gap. My heart almost stopped when I saw a Japanese plane diving out of the regiment, and the dazzling light from the bullets from the machine gun on board flew towards our plane. There was a big shock in the fuselage, and then I heard someone in the cabin shouting, "we've been shot." With the shouts, the plane rocked violently from side to side, making people feel as if they were going to crash right away. I looked hopelessly at the approaching Japanese aircraft and felt that it was about to collide with us. At this time, the fuselage of the Japanese aircraft suddenly burst out a group of fire, a group of black smoke immediately wrapped up the enemy aircraft which brought us death. When the burning enemy plane dragged thick black smoke into the sea, a burst of cheers broke out in the cabin: "Wula! Wura! Plane, look at the plane, it's our fighter Hearing the shouts of the attendants, I quickly looked out again. In the distance, a few silver fighters came out of the sky. In a two plane formation, they flew over our plane in turn to reinforce the US fighters who were still fighting with Japanese planes. With the arrival of our fighters, the situation on the battlefield reversed, and Japanese aircraft immediately turned around and fled to the south. In addition to the U.S. warplanes and two of our warplanes staying on both sides of our plane to escort, the rest of the warplanes are chasing south.