Chapter 1393: No Captured Soldiers in the Empire (Second Update, Please Subscribe)
Eleven dreadnoughts were either sunk or severely damaged!
This was an unprecedented achievement, but the air force also paid a heavy price. As many as 21 planes were shot down or damaged.
"033 was also hit..."
When they were about to return, Sun An, who was operating the machine gun, pointed to the distance and shouted loudly. A sea holly was seen slowly falling towards the sea with black smoke.
"I hope we can be discovered by a submarine..."
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The moment he completed the dive and began to climb in the smoke, Yan Haiwen heard an explosion behind him.
"Hit! Hit the target!"
The machine gunner shouted excitedly,
"We hit ..."
Suddenly, with a sharp chirp, the machine gunner's shouting stopped abruptly.
"Cheng Ren, Cheng Ren..."
Before Yan Haiwen could figure out what was going on with the shooter, a strange noise came from the engine.
"Hum, hum,"
When the propeller stopped rotating, clouds of black smoke came out from the front of the nose.
The plane was hit.
After the plane was hit and lost power, Yan Haiwen began to try to pull the plane up. Although he tried hard to fly it towards the sea, the plane still flew towards the shore regardless of everything.
"Look, the Ming people's aircraft is about to fall!"
When the Americans on land saw the aircraft slowly coming from the sky with black smoke trailing behind it, some excited Americans started chasing the aircraft with guns in hand and on horseback.
To be sure, Americans are patriotic, too.
Even without an official call, those Americans spontaneously took up arms and chased the monster that was about to land.
“It’s too late!”
After realizing that the plane could no longer fly to the sea, Yan Haiwen had no choice but to parachute. When he jumped out of the cabin, he took another special look at his plane.
Without a pilot, the plane continued to glide forward like a glider. Yan Haiwen, who had already opened his parachute, looked at the ground and saw a flat farmland.
Looking at the gliding plane, Yan Haiwen's heart tightened. The flat ground would most likely allow the plane to land safely.
no!
The moment his legs touched the ground and he stood up, before he had time to untie the parachute, Yan Haiwen looked into the distance. When he found that there was no smoke of explosion in the direction of the plane's descent, he gritted his teeth, pulled out his revolver, and ran towards the direction of the plane.
"We must burn it no matter what. We must not let the Americans seize the plane..."
Yan Haiwen was running in the wilderness with only this thought in his mind at this time, completely ignoring the fact that he was in enemy territory.
Almost at the moment when Yan Haiwen's feet touched the ground, dozens of Americans on horseback rushed over from all directions. They rode on horses, holding rifles or pistols, and galloped across the wilderness.
"Catch that Ming guy!"
These Americans ran towards the direction where Yan Haiwen landed.
As they ran, they cursed, cursing the Ming people for sinking the Great White Fleet that made all Americans proud.
"Ming people, you are finished!"
"Catch him!"
People shouted and fired shots.
They wanted to catch this guy and see what a Ming man looked like when he was driving a flying machine.
“Damn it!”
Yan Haiwen, who had originally planned to destroy the plane, frowned when he heard the shouts around him.
"Plane, plane..."
Although the excited shouts and angry gunshots made him feel the danger, he still ran towards the plane regardless of everything under the cover of the trees.
Ahead, just as he was about to see the plane, he saw a group of Americans appear near the plane, and they also discovered him.
"The Ming guys are there!"
Bill, who was riding on a horse, pointed at the people in the woods and shouted.
"Willy, you guys guard this machine and don't let anyone get close to it. Faith, you guys come with me!"
As he spoke, Bill squeezed his legs against the horse's belly and rushed towards him.
Looking at the Americans rushing towards him on horseback, Yan Haiwen realized that he was surrounded by a circle of hundreds of people.
American sailors, civilians and police officers armed with rifles were rushing towards him from all directions.
“Bang, bang, bang…”
A few clear gunshots, and the two Americans in the front were knocked to the ground. Seeing this, some Americans behind reined in their horses and continued to shoot, while others rushed in other directions.
"Catch him alive, don't kill him!"
Bill shouted.
Although he had retired from the navy for many years, he was keenly aware that capturing a living Ming Dynasty machine driver was obviously more valuable than a dead driver.
This is a flying machine like no one has ever seen!
That's why, after Bill spotted the flying machine slowly landing on the farm, he immediately organized people to surround it.
In addition to the machine, there is actually a driver. God bless, this is a good thing!
"I'll give you $1,000 if you catch him alive!"
As Bill shouted, both civilians and sailors shouted excitedly, "One thousand dollars! Many people can't earn that much money in several years!"
But it is not easy to catch them alive.
What they didn't know was that the pilots of the air force had all mastered the art of shooting, because once their planes were shot down, the pilots who had to make an emergency landing in enemy territory would only have their pistols to rely on, so every pilot had a unique skill of hitting the target every time.
Besides, Yan Haiwen was born on a farm. When he was a child, he shot pigeons all day long to provide food for his family, so his shooting skills were naturally first-class.
As soon as an American hiding behind a tree leaned out, Yan Haiwen immediately pulled the trigger.
"Bang"
After being hit by a bullet, he immediately hid behind a tree and took the opportunity to load a bullet into his revolver.
On the battlefield, make sure there are always six bullets in the reel.
After several people died in succession, the situation froze again.
"Sir, you are surrounded by us. There is no point in resisting any further. You have already faithfully fulfilled your duty."
Bill, lying on the ground with his Henry rifle in hand, shouted.
"Sir, I am a former officer of the United States Navy. I promise you that if you lay down your arms and surrender, you will definitely be treated accordingly to your rank, and no one will hurt you! I swear to God!"
Can the other party understand English?
Bill didn't know, but the next moment, the bullet shot towards him showed that the other party could understand English.
The enemy's persuasion to surrender did not stop Yan Haiwen's resistance. For him, the word "surrender" did not exist in his life dictionary.
Those Americans started attacking again. This time, the attackers were a dozen American sailors in white sailor uniforms, including several civilians.
For a moment, the woods were filled with gunshots.
"It's time..."
In the fierce battle, Yan Haiwen, who was shot twice in the leg, sat down under the tree roots, looking at the Americans swarming in. He knew that the enemy shot at his legs because they wanted to capture him.
"Four bullets left!"
After closing the wheel, Yan Haiwen looked at the approaching Americans.
"Bang... one... bang... two..."
While firing back, Yan Haiwen counted silently in his mind.
With only one bullet left, he tried to stand up, but his calf was broken and he couldn't stand up after several attempts.
The Americans around all looked at the Ming man with confusion. They had no idea what that guy wanted to do.
"He wants to stand up?"
Bill was puzzled as he watched him try again and again with his broken leg.
Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps because there was no danger, the Americans around him did not rush over immediately, but slowed down their pace to see what he was going to do.
Several attempts failed, but Yan Haiwen finally supported his body with his left hand and moved a little bit to face south.
That was the direction of the motherland. Looking at the southern sky, Yan Haiwen thought of his family who were waiting for him to return home. He took out a photo from his arms, looked at his wife and children in the photo, and touched their faces with his thumb. He shook his head, then he took the scarf knitted by his wife from around his neck and wrapped it tightly around his arm. It seemed that at this moment, he held his wife's arm again.
Thinking of the voice and appearance of his wife and children, he sighed, then smiled, with a hint of determination in his expression.
"Bye now……"
"Sir, please stop resisting fearlessly. You are already injured. As long as you put down your weapon, you will be sent to the hospital..."
Yan Haiwen raised his head when he heard the American's shout. He glanced at the American who was nearby. A frank smile appeared on his face, and then he shouted:
"There are no captured soldiers in the empire! Long live the Ming Empire!"
The moment he finished speaking, he put the gun to his temple.
"Bang!"
The gun went off, and the moment blood spilt, his body slowly fell to one side. Even when he fell to the ground, his eyes were still open, still looking south, still staring in the direction of the motherland.
"Oh my God..."
Bill's eyes widened, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
“This, this…”
Everyone looked at the soldier lying on the ground in astonishment and stupor. His shouts were like thunder. The sound of gunfire and his shouts echoed in everyone's mind.
This scene even shocked them, they couldn't even believe it. They didn't know what kind of courage made this person make such a choice.
At this moment, everyone was deeply shocked.
Looking at the bodies on the ground, Bill walked over, bent down, picked up a photo from the ground, looked at the woman and child in the photo, and looked at the soldier who committed suicide, Bill was speechless for a long time.
"You clearly have feelings for them, but why are you still doing this? You can obviously survive and return to them alive... Really, they are a group of awe-inspiring opponents..."
In amazement, Bill stopped the sailors from taking the body away, he said.
"Well, gentlemen, where are you going to take him? He has died in the battle. In any case, he is a respectable warrior, even if he is our enemy. Gentlemen, bury him on my farm. He is a brave gentleman. It is my honor to be buried here..."
A few days later, the local daily newspaper published a news report about a Ming Empire pilot who committed suicide after refusing to be captured. The news also included his ID and the photo. Many people found it unbelievable when they saw the news. They could not understand what kind of mood made him make such a decision.
He could have returned to his family, he could have lived.
This is exactly what Americans cannot understand: sometimes people don't live just for the sake of living.
Many people have faith in their hearts! That is why they are different from ordinary people. That is why they are heroes!
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In fact, Yan Haiwen was not the only pilot who committed suicide. During this battle, among the planes that did not return, some pilots had their planes hit and could not return to the mother ship, so they had to make an emergency landing on a nearby island. They were not rescued by their own submarines, so they all refused to be captured and committed suicide.
This chapter is to commemorate Yan Haiwen... China's air force with no prisoners!
Indeed, in that war-torn era, they defended our motherland with their blood and sacrifice!
Heroes are heroes because they have courage beyond ordinary people. This is why we respect and admire them!
People should always have faith, always know how to revere and remember! Know what we should remember and what we should revere!
(End of this chapter)
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