Time passes, and the fuel gauge in front of it, showing less and less fuel.

Constantly going around in circles, but below, nothing was found, and the radius of the search has expanded to eighty kilometers around!

"Maybe we were wrong." Faced with this situation, Craig finally made a judgment, maybe, Berlin is really still ahead!

"Attention, a small team, give up searching the city below, let's keep flying!" Craig made a decision.

At this moment, there was a stabbing sound in the earphones, this strong radio interference, so that he immediately raised his vigilance, his own side was circling in the sky above the Germans, the Germans have not reacted, it is impossible, and now, this interference, maybe it is to discover their own intentions.

Berlin, probably just ahead of the route, fly over!

The fuel gauge in front had dropped to a terrible number, and they all wanted to fly back, and now, their greatest hope was to be able to drop the bomb over Berlin.

Then, they need to make a forced landing and return to England after hardship!

This is already the last option they have in their plans.

Unbeknownst to Craig, just as his bomber was climbing altitude and preparing to continue flying, the bomber force that had flown to the front was turning around.

The difference in altitude made them not notice each other, and just like that, in the dark, they switched positions and continued to fly.

It was quite a torturous night for the British bomber forces.

They can't even complete the first step of the bombing, which is to find the target!

"Ahead, discover a city!" Finally, just as the fuel was about to run out, the navigator called excitedly.

They found a city!

"Attention, prepare to drop the bomb!" Craig shouted loudly, at this time, the radio interference is not so strong, but he has never been able to contact the second squad, regardless of them, his own troops, to complete the bombing!

Get ready to drop the bomb!

In order to ensure the hit rate, they flew the plane low to an altitude of about 500 meters, and everyone was determined to die, in fact, when they got on the plane, they all wrote suicide notes, and the possibility of being martyrs was too great.

"Bomb dropping!" The navigator called excitedly and pressed the button at the same time.

The bomb bay of the bomber opened, and bombs fell from the cabin one after another.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Germans, let you taste the gifts of England!

On the body of the bomb, the words "Gift to Ciric" were written in white paint.

Bombs fell from the sky, and for the residents of this city, this night was a very sad time for them.

The western Polish city, Ripiane, yes, the bombers of the British, who accidentally flew more than a hundred kilometers, flew over Poland and bombed a Polish border city!

One bomb after another exploded, lighting up the city below, and just as the plane accelerated away, Craig always had an indescribable feeling.

It's too easy, right? And what about the anti-aircraft artillery below? Were the Germans really so negligent? As the capital of Germany, is it so neglected to take precautions?

"No, we're running out of gas." After the bombing was completed, it did not fly dozens of kilometers, which was definitely a very dangerous distance, and the bomber's fuel warning light flashed.

"We're going to have to find a place to make a forced landing." Craig said.

Although they all carry umbrella bags, as long as they are clear-minded, they know how dangerous it is to skydive at night, even if they skydive during the day, they all break their legs, and if they are not careful, they will fall into a meatloaf.

If you can make a forced landing, it is better to make a forced landing!

Craig knew that the risk of a forced landing was just as great, and the bomber's forced landing required hundreds of meters of flat land, and now, although the moon had risen, it was not enough for them to see the ground thoroughly.

This requires the pilot's fearless spirit, skillful technique, and enough luck!

Craig lowered his altitude and was only a few dozen meters above the ground, so that he could see more clearly, at this time, there were dense woods below, and it was impossible to land in the woods, and he would definitely be crushed.

At least fly through the woods!

At this moment, there was a vibration in the wings of the plane, and he turned his head to see that the engine on one side had stopped turning.

Not good!

The engine has stalled!

Can't wait any longer! The engine on the left side is turned off, and the engine on the right side is only the oil in the fuel pipe, which is just a few seconds, during this time, can you find a suitable landing ground?

At this moment, the woods suddenly disappeared, and in front of it, there was a river!

Okay, just land on the riverbank!

When he saw it, the engine on the right side had also lost power, and he pulled the lever hard to let the fighter slide down at a suitable elevation angle.

"Quick, put down the landing gear!" As he steadied the plane, he shouted to the other two, who had already come out of the nose and the back of the plane, and got into the middle of the fuselage, shaking the handlebars.

As they shake, the landing gear, slowly downward.

Under normal circumstances, the landing gear is hydraulically retracted, but now the engine has lost power, and the landing gear can no longer be retracted by hydraulic retraction, at this time, you can only rely on the most basic mechanical device, hand crank landing gear!

The two of them were shaking hard, and the landing gear was slowly descending and descending, but the plane was falling faster!

"No, it's too late, let's make a forced landing on the belly!" At this point, Craig said, the riverbank was in front of him!

I can't see clearly, if the river bank here is fine and soft sand, then you can easily land, if it is all pebbles, then this landing, it will be thrilling.

Just as Craig shouted, both of them hugged the armrest next to them tightly, and it was too late to fasten their seat belts.

The plane was out of power, and although Craig pulled the lever back hard, the bomber still nosed down and plunged in.

When the nose of the plane made contact with the ground, Craig even had a hint of fear, if it was a stone, the plane would have crashed!

There was no violent impact, as if it had hit a puddle of mud, half of the fuselage was pierced in, and the remaining half was exposed behind.

The three of them all seemed to have walked through the ghost gate, especially Craig, whose back was soaked, and when the fuselage stopped falling, he greeted his companions: "Look what's outside, we'd better get out." ”

If this is a swamp, it will be quite scary, they can't get out, they can only die here!

It was a long night.