My Third Empire

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A few seconds after the call, an angel-like voice came from the captain ’s headset of the German butcher reconnaissance aircraft. The duty officer on the ground command tower routinely asked: “I ’m the command tower, and there is no Chinese aircraft carrier cruising near you. Approve your return ... Confirm again, have you been harassed by enemy aircraft? "

It's no wonder that the staff of these ground towers are slack. After all, the British will not take off the plane to intercept the German high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft. At a height of 10,000 meters, few fighters can compete with the butcher. Therefore, crew members carrying out reconnaissance Iceland and taking high-altitude photography missions often do not contact the ground tower once, and the ground tower is also at ease.

"Asshole! We are not being harassed, we are being attacked! We are being attacked! They smashed my glass with a cannon, and now my engine is smoking, and the plane's wings are all holes! Some of us are injured ... … Request for support! Understand? Request for support! "The captain wished to grab the person on duty and give a sigh of relief, but now all he can do is yell at the larynx.

"Your request has been processed and repeated once. At present, there is no Chinese aircraft carrier fleet cruising near the incident. I can't send a fighter to perform the **** mission! Your request for returning has been approved, and you are allowed to return early!" There are no ground towers. Too good to deal with, can only repeat the words just once in the same tone.

"God! Gruhill! Gruhill! He didn't breathe! His blood was everywhere!" The first officer looked back at his comrade-in-arms, the shot photographer, and found that the inside of the thigh was hit The unlucky guy no longer cried anymore. He leaned back in his seat, his hand holding the wound drooped weakly, and his head wandered back and forth with the vibration of the plane.

"Leave him alone, optimistic about the two enemy planes, find their location, I can't see them! I can't see them anymore!" The captain was too lazy to talk to the people on the ground command tower, he felt that in this situation now It is more practical to save yourself.

"I can't see each other's position anymore, I can't see!" The co-pilot searched for the location of the other's two terrifying speed fighters, but could not find the two British fighters like Grim Reaper.

"The nose turret found no targets, maybe they were behind us." The nose gunner confirmed his observation with the intercom: "They are not in front of us!"

"They are not behind us! Nothing was found in the turret at the rear of the plane! But the glass around me was punched out of two holes, and the steel plate under my feet was broken. God bless me, I was almost killed." The gunner at the tail had a lingering answer, and confirmed that there was no shadow of the enemy plane in his direction.

"It seems that they have left, maybe we flew out of their voyage, maybe." In the rotating turret on the back of the plane, the gunner looked around before speaking.

I hope so, the captain thought a bit afraid. He glanced at the huge smoking engine outside the cockpit and shook his head helplessly: his plane could not stand such a ravages again, so it is best that the two planes would never come back to attack again They are, or they will be wearing life jackets in the cold waters of the North Atlantic Ocean waiting for submarines to rescue their bodies.

"Fly back! Go back!" The captain said helplessly, and flew back in the direction of the British mainland in a plane. No one on the plane knew why the two terrible new British fighter jets had let them go. It was only a long time before this battle was revealed to the world with the decrypted documents.

On the other side, the two latest British jet fighters, the Meteor fighters, are on their way back to their homes at speed. The pilot piloting the pilot aircraft was for the test pilot major who died willingly in the British Empire. At this time, the smoke in the cockpit of his wingman was no longer visible.

"Cough cough! Cough cough!" The wingman pilot's coughing sound can still be heard in the headset, proving that the pilot inside has not lost his life, but his situation is obviously not very optimistic, because the obvious smoke has made his The situation is very bad, he is in danger of suffocation at any time.

"Mr. Major! Cough cough cough! Sir! I can't hold it anymore! I may not be able to fly back to the base! Let me parachute!" The wingman pilot is also a veteran who survived the local war and has very rich combat experience. He once shot down a German do-217 bomber, and also shot down a fw-190d fighter. He is a pilot with rich air combat experience.

Because of the loss of the homeland, the training and supplementary system for British pilots has collapsed, and the remaining veteran pilots are rare, and each one is a very valuable hidden asset. Therefore, when the new jet fighter is in service, the British Icelandic government has equipped this fighter with the best pilots.

The only pity is that the reliability of this aircraft is too low. The first day of the armed forces crashed because of a mechanical failure, which caused the number of aircraft in the British jet interceptor forces to be reduced by three. One in one. Yes, you heard it right, it is one-third! In total, only three of these meteor fighters were equipped with troops, and the remaining two aircraft only missed a butcher reconnaissance aircraft in this air battle.

It is pitiful that another plane has failed now, and this attack mission is finally gone. Now the wingman pilot is working hard to rescue this precious new fighter, but obviously his efforts have failed, and now he is exhausted, Thick smoke roasted him, making his head unclear.

"Sir, I want to go home! Cough!" In the headset, the wingman pilot's voice grew weaker.

"We are about to fly over the airport! Turn off the engine and taxi! Just hear back!" The major pilot replied with a frown. Behind the wingmen are his friends for many years. The cruel British air combat failed to kill the old friend. Now the failure of a new fighter plane is about to take the pilot's life.

"I mean my home in Yorktown (there is such a ghost place in both the UK and the US). I want to go back and see there ... cough cough cough ... damn, I have trouble breathing!" The wingman pilot seemed to say What, but his voice is getting smaller and smaller, the major pilot in the long plane can no longer hear what his friend is saying.

"I must parachute! God! I must parachute! I want to leave this ghost place!" Suddenly, the wingman pilot shouted hysterically, his voice scared the major pilot, and then the major pilot saw his plane. The wingman cabin next to him was pulled away from the inside by force.

"We have arrived over the airport! Hold on for a few seconds and you will be able to land! My friend! Hold on again!" The major begged his comrades in hopes that he could save the precious plane.

"..." No one answered his request, because he had seen the wingman fell to the ground. The horrible thing was that the pilot hadn't jumped out of the cabin at all. Thick smoke spewed out of the open cockpit. Then the flames met the wind outside and burst out with a cry.

The jet plane staggered towards the coastline of Iceland, and finally crashed on the shoal by the sea. The British beach security forces found the wreckage of the aircraft, and then the Air Force personnel arrived at the scene of the accident.

When the major landed at the airport and hurried to the accident site, medical staff were carrying the wingman pilot's body into the jeep. The body's face was smoky and the clothes were also burned by the flames that later sprang up Broken part. The pilot who once shot down a German fighter in a backward aircraft failed to escape a mechanical accident and died on the way back.

"What about airplanes? Can they still be used?" The major face was expressionless and could not see sadness and joy. He looked back and asked a following engineer in a low voice: "My friend should not be sacrificed in vain."

"The entire cockpit was destroyed by fire. I don't know if there is any need for maintenance of this aircraft, but in my opinion, even if this aircraft is repaired, no one dares to continue driving it." Engineering and technical personnel Helplessly spread his hands and said: "What's more, an engine hit the dirt first, and flew over there with half a wing ... scrapped is for sure."

Still not able to keep the plane. The major pilot smiled bitterly, and then said to another pilot who followed: "As a pilot of the British Empire, I just want to ask you, are you willing to continue to fly this kind of aircraft to defend the airspace of the British Empire?"

"I will! Sir!" The young pilot answered immediately, his expression full of English mania. A super empire that lasts for a hundred years will not lack loyal warriors when it falls. Fanaticism is not the patent of a certain country. It is the boldness of the patriots of every country.

"With you, Britain will never fall!" The major solemnly returned to the ceremony, and then looked at the engineer: "Have you heard what he said? We dare to take off and meet the enemy, please upgrade The performance of the plane, do n’t let the patriotic pilot sacrifice any more! ”

The engineer smiled helplessly and walked to the wreckage without saying a word, but his heart was a bitter sigh: "If possible, I also want to make the aircraft more reliable, but we really can't do it. what……"