"Rudel, what's wrong with you?" The Heavy in the back seat, noticing that Rudel's situation was wrong, asked him.

"It's fine." Hans gritted his teeth and said, "Our fighter was wounded and now needs to fly back." ”

Fly back? The Heavy knew that Rudel must have hung up the lottery, otherwise, even if the plane was injured, he would have completed the mission with injuries.

And now, the plane is crooked.

Hans pressed the button and dropped the two bombs under the wings at random, which would reduce the weight, and at this time, his blood was still flowing outward, and he felt that his strength was getting less and less.

The cabin of the cramped bomber could not allow the Skhanowsky in the back to fly, and besides, the two of them did their own duties, and the machine gunners would not fly the plane at all.

In battle, the casualties of the machine gunners are very large, and the training in the rear, as long as they fly into the sky without fainting, and can operate the machine gun to shoot accurately, even if they are qualified, they do not have any flight training and will not operate the aircraft.

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

In this case, I can only make a forced landing.

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

"Attention, get ready, our landing, there may be some bumps." Rudel said.

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

It must have been a machine gun bullet just now, which hit the hydraulic oil circuit of his own plane, and this way flew over, and the hydraulic oil kept leaking, so it became more and more difficult to operate.

Land, land!

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

Fortunately, it is a fixed landing gear, if it is a retracted landing gear, after the loss of hydraulic oil, I am afraid it will not be able to put it down.

There is feedback from the joystick, and there is no feeling anymore, and the joystick is no longer listening!

As a result, Rudel had no choice but to turn off his engine.

The rumbling sound in front of him was gone, the propellers stopped, and Stuka, who had lost power, rushed towards the field.

Not good!

At that moment, a crosswind blew and blew Stukkaden to one side, and Rudel couldn't operate the plane at all, he could only feel the tilt of the plane, and then, there was a violent impact.

The plane had already landed, but the attitude was improper, when the left landing gear of the plane first touched the ground, it immediately bounced, and then, the right wing, rubbed against the ground, and in the terrible impact sound, the plane turned upside down and continued to slide forward.

It was a short process, and a long one, and when the plane finally stopped, Skhanowski finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the plane was upside down, it was fortunately stopped and there was no fire.

When he pushed open the cockpit canopy above his head and jumped down, when he raised his head, he was immediately stunned, Rudel's cockpit in the front cabin was full of blood!

"Rudel!" He shouted loudly, and at the same time, quickly opened Rudel's hatch, and he saw Rudel, who had fallen unconscious due to excessive blood loss, and at the same time, the thigh was almost rotten.

"I'm here to save you!" Skhanowsky was in a hurry, he had to find a hospital in the near future, and he had to get a blood transfusion as soon as possible, otherwise, his life would not be saved!

But he didn't even know where it was.

"Crunch." At this moment, a motorcycle stopped in front of his eyes.

On the motorcycle, a rider shouted to them: "I'm a scout sergeant of the 11th Armored Regiment of the 6th Armored Division, I'm here to help you, quickly lift him up!" I'll take you to the field hospital. ”

When the tank troops were advancing, there were scouts with motorcycles in front of them, responsible for detecting the enemy, and when this Stuka made a forced landing, this motorcycle happened to be nearby, so he hurried over.

When he saw the pilot covered in blood, he helped in the first place.

When he jumped off the motorcycle and helped Rudel into the motorcycle with Skhanowski, he was overjoyed when he saw Rudel's handsome face: "Hans Rudel? ”

At this time, Rudel was already in a coma, and Skhanowski nodded: "Yes, it's Rudel, how do you know?" ”

"Of course, it is a military newspaper, Rudel's deeds have been spread throughout the army, and the Führer has called on us to learn from Rudel. Rudel was sure to receive the German Cross of Merit in gold. ”

In this war, a large number of combat heroes emerged in the German army, and the reporters who followed the army have begun to publicize their deeds, the tankman Weitmann is the pride of the army, and Rudel is the pride of the air force!

Rudel's deeds, even the capital of the Yuan knew about it, and called on everyone to learn Rudel's fighting spirit, but he didn't expect that Rudel had an accident here.

Heroes must not be allowed to wither!

"Don't worry, Rudell won't die, we'll go to the field hospital immediately." The scout said, he twisted the throttle, and under the roar of the BMW motorcycle, they quickly headed to the rear, the field hospital, just twenty kilometers away.

And in the process of driving to the rear, one after another tanks passed by them.

The 11th Panzer Regiment, still led by the Panthers, followed by half of the Chaser tank destroyers, and behind the tank units was the 114th Motorized Infantry Regiment 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 are advancing quickly on the plains, they need to go around the back of the British 1st Panzer Division and surround them!

British 1st Armored Division, Division Headquarters.

"Division commander, a German bomber has been found, which has been damaged by us." Inside the division headquarters, an officer reports to the division commander Evans.

When the roar of the engine came from outside just now, everyone was in a hurry, could it be that the division headquarters was discovered by the other party? No matter how powerful your own armored division is, it can't stop the bombardment from the air.

Evans frowned: "Where are the French troops?" How far away is it? ”

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

Light cavalry divisions, indeed cavalry, are faster than infantry.

Evans nodded, waiting for the cavalry division to come up, at least to replenish his own attacking troops, for some reason, he always had a sense of foreboding.

"Commander, it's not good, it's not good!" At this moment, a staff officer with a telegram ran in anxiously.