"Rudel, what's wrong with you?" The machine gunner in the back seat found that Rudel's situation was wrong and asked him.

"It's okay." Hans said gritting his teeth: "Our fighter plane is injured and needs to fly back now."

Flying back? The machine gunner knew that Rudel must have been denied the lottery, otherwise, even if the plane was injured, he would have completed the task with injuries.

And now, the plane is crooked.

Hans pressed the button to discard the two bombs under the wing at will, which would reduce the weight. At this time, his blood was still leaving out, and he felt that his strength was getting less and less.

The narrow bomber cabin cannot be replaced by Skhanovsky behind him. Moreover, the two of them perform their own duties, and the machine gunners will not fly the plane at all.

In combat, machine gunners suffered heavy casualties. As long as they fly to the sky without dizziness, they can operate machine guns to shoot accurately. Even if they pass, they do not have any flight training and cannot operate aircraft.

The vision in front of him began to blur. Hans knew that he might not be able to fly back.

Since this is the case, I can only make a forced landing.

Rudel looked outside and saw a field below that was flat, and it seemed that he could only land on it.

"Be careful, be ready, our landing may be a bit bumpy," Rudel said.

He pushed the nose, but Stuka was a little out of control.

It must be that the machine gun bullet just now hit the hydraulic oil circuit of his plane. When he flew over, the hydraulic oil kept leaking, making it increasingly difficult to operate.

Land, land!

With all his strength, Rudel operated his plane and landed on the ground.

Fortunately, the landing gear is fixed. If it is a landing gear that is retracted and placed, it may not be able to be put down after the hydraulic oil is lost.

There was a feedback coming from the operating lever, and there was no feeling anymore. The operating lever is no longer in control!

So Rudel had to turn off his engine.

The rumbling sound in front disappeared, the propeller stopped, and the lost power of Stuka rushed into the field.

not good!

At this moment, a gust of side wind blew, blowing Stuka to one side. Rudel could not operate the plane at all, and could only feel the tilt of the plane, and then, there was a violent impact.

The plane had already landed, but its posture was inappropriate. When the landing gear on the left of the plane first touched the ground, it immediately jumped up. Then, the wing on the right rubbed against the ground. With the terrifying sound of impact, the plane turned upside down and continued to slide forward.

It was a short process, another long process. When the plane finally stopped, Skhanovsky finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the plane was turned upside down, fortunately it had stopped and no fire broke out.

When he pushed away the canopy cover above his head and jumped down. When he raised his head, he was stunned. The cockpit of Rudel in the front cabin was full of blood!

"Rudel!" he shouted loudly, and at the same time, he quickly opened Rudel's hatch, which caught his eye was that Rudel, who had already fallen into coma due to excessive blood loss. At the same time, his thigh was almost rotten.

"I'll save you!" Skhanovsky was very anxious. He had to find the hospital recently and give him a blood transfusion as soon as possible, otherwise his life would be impossible!

However, he didn't even know where this place was.

"Crill." At this moment, a motorcycle stopped in front of him.

On the motorcycle, a driver shouted to them: "I am a scout sergeant of the 11th Armored Regiment of the Sixth Armored Division. I'll help you, bring him up! I'll take you to the field hospital."

When the tank troops advanced, there were scouts and scouts in front of them, responsible for inquiring about the enemy's situation. When the Stuka was forcibly landing, the motorcycle happened to be nearby, so he rushed over.

When he saw the pilot covered in blood, he provided help as soon as possible.

When he jumped off the motorcycle and helped Rudel onto the motorcycle stand-alone with Skhanovsky, he saw Rudel's handsome face and was immediately delighted: "Hans-Rudel?"

Rudel had already been in a coma at this time. Skhanovsky nodded and said, "Yes, it's Rudel, how did you know?"

"Of course it's the military newspaper. Rudel's deeds have spread throughout the army. The head of state called on us to learn from Rudel. Rudel will definitely be able to receive the gold German Cross."

During this war, a large number of combat heroes emerged in the German army, and the reporters who followed the army had begun to promote their deeds. Tankman Weitmann is the pride of the army, and Rudel is the pride of the air force!

Even the head of state knew about Rudel's deeds and called on everyone to learn about Rudel's fighting spirit, but they didn't expect something happened to Rudel here.

We must never let the hero die!

"Don't worry, Rudel won't die, we'll go to the field hospital right away." The scout said, twisting the accelerator, and in the roar of the BMW motorcycle, they quickly headed back. The field hospital was just twenty kilometers away.

And as they drove back, tanks passed by them one by one.

The 11th Armored Regiment is still led by the Black Panther tank, followed by half of the Chaser Tank Destroyers, and behind the tank troops is the 114th Marine Regiment riding in wheeled infantry fighting vehicles.

Although there are not enough tanks, the production of wheeled infantry fighting vehicles is not small, so they are equipped with wheeled infantry fighting vehicles.

They were advancing quickly on the plains, and they needed to go around the back of the British First Armored Division and surround them!

The First British Armored Division, Division Headquarters.

"Teacher Commander, we found a German bomber that had been injured by us." In the division headquarters, an officer reported to Division Commander Evans.

When the roar of the engine came from outside just now, everyone was very anxious. Could it be that the division headquarters was discovered by the other party? No matter how powerful the armored division of our side was, it could not stop the bombing from the air.

Evans frowned: "Where is the French army? How far is it from us?"

"The 10th Army is about fifty kilometers away from us, and the 5th Light Cavalry Division is still ten kilometers away from us. It should be coming in an hour."

The Light Cavalry Division is indeed cavalry, and their speed is faster than that of infantry.

Evans nodded, and when the cavalry division came up, he could at least enrich his attacking troops. For some reason, he always had an ominous premonition.
Chapter completed!