Hanging under the new Type 40-1 parachute, Second Lieutenant Gerhardt watched in frustration as his plane crashed into a huge pond, breaking the nose of the plane with the force of the impact, and strangely enough that there was no explosion immediately. "Maybe it's because there's not a lot of fuel left." Gerhardt thought so at the time.

Then he began to think about finding an empty field that seemed safe to land. Gerhardt first waved his hand to his comrades who were driving the fighter around him to indicate that he was okay, and then pulled the control line next to the shoulder strap to control the direction of the parachute descent.

"The terrain here is really horrible, it's a pilot's nightmare." Gerhardt carefully examined the terrain beneath his feet, but found that the ground was densely covered with small hills, and when he looked up, the whole area was such low hills. From the air, there are small villages scattered among the hills, and the hillsides and open fields outside the villages are covered with small patches of fields, and the farmland here is almost used to the point of being a needle.

Gerhardt's fighter jet had landed in a farmland next to a pond, and he saw figures running out of nearby villages and surrounding his plane. Then he saw an FW190 a little further away, lowering altitude, flying at a slow speed, and it looked as if the pilot was planning to make a forced landing. Because of the distance, Gerhardt couldn't read the number of the plane clearly, and there was still a hint of joy in his mind at that moment, because he found that he had a company, and he was not alone after all.

But after a while, he began to worry, this place can be said to be three feet flat, at least within the range of his vision, only a few pieces of flat land were found, and they were basically divided into pieces by ridges, which was not enough to make a forced landing of fighters.

However, the pilot of the plane seemed to be lucky, as if he had found a flat ground large enough, and Gerhardt watched as the plane slowly circled around the crash landing site. Then the flattening fuselage began to glide downward. At this time, Gerhardt could see from the opponent's flight state that the fighter had lost power, and the second lieutenant of the Air Force couldn't help but sweat for it, and secretly prayed that his comrades could land safely.

The result made Gerhardt very happy, the plane landed smoothly on the ground, I don't know which lucky guy in the brigade, he must have a good friendship with God.

But then Gerhardt was frustrated to find that because he was only concerned about watching his comrades make a forced landing, he had been blown away from the landing place he had originally found by the mountain wind, and now his parachute was sliding towards the mountain on one side.

"Oh no, no, no. Don't do this to me. Oh, God. Ensign Gerhardt tugged the parachute's control line to turn around, but it was too late to remedy, and he could only watch himself pounce towards a large green canopy on the mountain.

I don't know how many branches were broken, Ludweg, a Luftwaffe second lieutenant pilot. Gerhardt made his way through the dense bushes and fell heavily on the hillside, and finally the parachute rope got tangled between the branches, and with a few low bushes blocking it, Gerhardt did not roll all the way to the bottom of the slope.

"What the hell." It took Gerhardt a while to come to his senses. He got up from the bushes and checked his body. Except for a slight pain in the shoulder, the rest of the parts are normal, and there is no injury in this case. It's a blessing in the midst of misfortune.

Gerhardt slapped the quick-release clasp on his chest hard to free the strap of the bag. He crouched down and looked around, but saw no signs of human presence. Gerhardt took off his flying cap and shook off the stump leaves on it. Then he took off his leather flight gloves and set them aside from his flight cap. The second lieutenant then untied the leg-ged bag strapped to his breeches and pulled out the map from it. He then took out his compass from the pocket of his flight jacket and determined the direction of the hill he was on.

However, he was not sure of his exact location at this time, so he decided to find a way to walk down the mountain first, and Gerhardt remembered seeing several nearby villages before landing, and thought that he should be able to get some help from the villagers. The second lieutenant of the Air Force untied the survival bag from the parachute, opened it and checked the equipment inside, and after finding that everything was correct, he hung the canvas bag on the belt at the back of his waist.

Putting on his flight cap and gloves again, Gerhardt carefully held on to the trees on the hillside and began to walk down the hillside. Luckily, the hill where the lieutenant had fallen was not very steep and the trees were not particularly dense, and he soon came across a path opened by the locals, and along the winding trail, he finally reached the bottom of the hill safely. Out of the gloomy woods, basking in the sun, Second Lieutenant Gerhardt took a deep breath, the air filled with the peculiar fragrance of grass and earth, reminding him of his homeland far away in Germany.

After taking the compass and discerning the direction again, Gerhardt prepared to head west, and there was a winding path down the hillside along which the village should be encountered. The second lieutenant of the Air Force sorted out his appearance a little, and he felt that it was necessary to maintain the image of the Luftwaffe officer in front of the first Chinese he encountered.

Gerhardt was only twenty-two years old today, a handsome Germanic officer, and although his height of 1.76 meters was not very conspicuous among Germans, he had broad shoulders and a thin waist and a well-proportioned body, and had a strong physique like an athlete.

At this time, he was wearing a Luftwaffe-style summer flight cap, Leitz-style shatterproof goggles with light gray safety glass lenses, a chin strap open, and a headphone cable extending from the back of his head hanging down to his chest.

He wears a black leather flight jacket on his upper body, which he bought himself in France. This style of waist short jacket has become a popular style in the brigade, and has almost become the standard wear of the brigade.

The first initiator was Ensign Nemo, who, after a trip to Paris, ran back in such a leather jacket, and then wore it every day to show off in front of people, until finally everyone in the brigade bought one, even Major Spojou went to the store to buy a custom-made version.

Large lapels with concealed buttons that can be closed, a military rank on the leather shackle on the shoulder, and a silver Luftwaffe eagle badge on the right chest, at a glance reveal an indescribable ability and strength. The lower body was wearing a pair of officer-style breeches, of course, which had been custom-made and modified, because in consideration of the possibility of participating in some foreign affairs activities, the pilots of the task force were all dressed more formally, and the whole team was dressed in the same way as Gerhardt.

Gerhardt was glad that his plane did not catch fire when it crashed. This means that he may also be able to recover his personal luggage that was behind the cockpit of the cabin, which contains his replacement underwear, leather boots, and large-brimmed military hat, which Gerhardt hopes will not be taken by the locals who find the wreckage, because if it is lost, there is no place to buy it in the East for the time being.

Less than a kilometre down the trail and up a small dirt slope, Ensign Gerhardt noticed a village not far away. Then Gerhardt saw the first Chinese he had met in his life, who was standing next to the farmland under the dirt slope, staring blankly at the German officer on the top of the dirt slope with his mouth open. This is a middle-aged man with a strong physique and strong muscles in his arms. His skin was dark and translucent from years of hard work, and he wore a blue-gray short coat, a pair of black trousers with his trouser legs pulled up to his knees, and straw sandals on his feet.

"Hello." Gerhardt tried to be kind, smiling at the man and waving his hand.

It was obvious that this Chinese did not understand the second lieutenant's Chinese, and at first he stood in place and watched, then began to slowly retreat, and then turned around and quickly ran towards the village in the distance. As he ran, he shouted loudly in a language that Gerhardt did not understand.

Probably to find someone in the village, Gerhardt guessed, and he felt a little incomprehensible about how the Chinese behaved after seeing him. The second lieutenant of the Air Force stood on the dirt slope for a moment, watching the man run farther and farther without looking back. Shrugging his shoulders helplessly, Gerhardt descended the dirt slope along the path, followed the direction of the man's escape, and walked towards the village not far away.

But before he could reach the entrance of the village. Suddenly, a large crowd of people poured out of the village, armed with sticks and farm implements, shouting loudly and running briskly towards Gerhardt.

"Oh. Hell yes. Only then did Gerhardt realize that something was wrong, and these Chinese did not come to welcome him.

The second lieutenant of the Air Force couldn't help but reach out and unbuckle the leather holster at his waist, and pulled out the special version of the Air Force Mauser that had been issued two months ago. Seeing the group of local Chinese people running closer and closer with weapons in hand, Gerhardt felt the need to give a warning, and he raised his pistol and pulled the trigger in the air. A crisp gunshot rang out in the air, but the crowd that swarmed along the dirt road was not frightened at all, and the shouting and shouting became louder.

At this time, the villagers who rushed to the forefront had already run to a place more than ten meters away from the second lieutenant Gelhardt, and when they saw the dress of the German second lieutenant clearly, their originally firm steps suddenly hesitated, and the expression on their faces became very strange.

At this moment, one of the villagers, who looked to be about fifty or sixty years old, suddenly shouted something loudly, and the villagers who had been outflanked from all sides gradually stopped, and formed a large circle at a distance of seven or eight meters from Ensign Gerhardt, and surrounded the German pilot tightly in the middle.

Gerhardt didn't know what the men wanted to do further, and in a show of goodwill, he carefully lowered the muzzle of Mauser's gun. The second lieutenant of the Air Force felt that there must be some misunderstanding, and that it was best not to break out into unnecessary clashes at this time, for there were only twenty rounds in his pistol, and there were at least seventy or eighty people around him, and the consequences of the fight were obvious.

At this time, the leading Chinese old man shouted something again, and then a middle-aged man squeezed out of the crowd behind, and Gerhardt recognized him at a glance as the one who had fled before. The old man looked a little angry, and he shouted at the man, it should be a reprimand, Gerhardt felt so. Then the man also argued loudly, and the crowd next to him also discussed with each other.

Surrounded by dozens of pairs of such eyes, Ensign Gerhardt felt embarrassed all over his body, and he carefully withdrew Mauser from his holster, but he didn't think it would cause a burst of discussion in the crowd.

At this time, the argument between the old man and the man was over, and in the end, the winner gave the other party a ferocious brain scoop. The victor muttered a curse in his mouth, then changed into a smiling face and greeted Gerhardt.

The old man walked up to Gerhardt, smiled at the lieutenant, and then pointed his finger at the sky.

"Airplanes, yes, yes." Gerhardt nodded vigorously, then gestured with his hand to resemble an airplane.

"Woo Woo Woo Boom Plane Boom." Gerhardt gestured for air combat, then pointed to the eagle emblem on his chest.

"Luftwaffe, Germany, German." Gerhardt said loudly.

The old man "Germanic" tried to learn Gerhardt's pronunciation.

"Yes, yes, Germain, the plane pilot." Gerhardt patted his armband.

"Friends, friends." The lieutenant patted his chest in turn.

Zhang Zhongfu, the first captain of Chuangou Village, tilted his head and frowned, he couldn't understand what this foreigner was talking about, but one thing was very clear, this was a foreigner's pilot, not a little Japan.

"A while ago, I heard that there are some old Maozi who are helping us fight devils, could it be that this is a Maozi, ah, yes, Zhang Xiao's four turtle sons can be regarded as a pit for Lao Tzu." Zhang Zhongfu turned his head and kicked the villager again fiercely.

"Come with me to the village and talk." Zhang Jiachang gestured and motioned for Gerhardt to follow him.

"Understood." Gerhardt understood what the other party meant, and quickly nodded. So, surrounded by a group of villagers, the Luftwaffe second lieutenant walked towards the village not far away.

At this point, Gerhardt would not know that what happened to him next would become an experience of showing off to others countless times in his life. (To be continued.) )