"Hold on to me if you don't want to die!"
"Pilot! Pilot! Fly the plane into the clouds!"
The enemy's fighter planes were equipped with bullets, and if they were exposed to their sight, they would die. The transport plane they were in was only covered with a thin layer of iron sheet.
The sound of machine gun bullets rang in his ears, and the cabin was broken into as expected.
"Someone, go find something to plug those holes!"
Shuo Yu only had one head left under his command. He watched as bullets pierced through the cabin and killed several people. The blood and the cold air from the high altitude shot towards them.
Panic shouts and the sound of decompression in the sky rang out together, shaking.
"Get down, don't even stand up!"
"Descend! Only by hiding in the clouds can they lose sight of us and lose their target—!"
Shuoyu couldn't control his voice and shouted towards the cockpit. Meng Fanle suppressed his trembling body and translated for him.
The co-pilot in the cockpit had been shot through the body by a machine gun. Now only the pilot was controlling the plane. Although he was wondering why he had to repeat the same words twice, he still did it instinctively.
Shuo Yu controlled himself while begging God to be more reliable and make the clouds thicker and more gathered, so that the other party would think it was going to rain and thunder.
There was more than one fighter jet chasing them. Perhaps they were holding the mentality of trying their best, even if they could not see the planes of Shuoyu and his men, they still fired bullets at the clouds and then left. After all, there were still many targets like them who had no ability to resist.
This shows that intelligence leaks can really kill people. These fighters are waiting for them here at this time on purpose, but now all this is not what these cannon fodders should think about.
They're about to crash!
The enemy's last random bullet accidentally hit one of the engines of their plane, and they were descending at a self-destructive speed.
The pilot tried hard to lower the nose of the plane to prevent them from landing too badly. Whether others believed it or not, Shuo Yu was also helping him do this.
The others grabbed him in confusion. The few guys who fell down made them sure of one thing: the closer they were to Shuo Yu, the safer they were. The farther they were from Shuo Yu, the more unlucky they were.
Finally they landed on an open space, but only a few people died. Most people survived by chance, but where are they now?
Meng was annoyed and yelled that there was a fire and asked everyone to jump down.
Shuo Yu was also dragged out. His meridians from Dantian were broken and then healed again, and then healed again. This process continued throughout the descent of the plane. His legs were weak and his limbs were powerless. He could only be carried by others, his head covered in cold sweat.
It looked like it had been hit by a bullet.
Meng Fanle and the others carried out the pilot who was still breathing. Shuo Yu crawled over and took a look, knowing that this guy was beyond saving. He held his hand and said, "God will bless you," if this guy believed in God.
The pilot's pistol was handed to Ayi, the highest-ranking officer in their group. Shuo Yu lay on the ground for several minutes before he was finally able to stand up again, but his steps were weak, but what he did was worth it, wasn't it?
So many people are still alive,
No one does things without paying a price. Everything in this world is essentially a transaction. Some transactions are clearly priced, while others are secretly charged without your knowledge.
As the battalion commander and company commander, Ayi and Meng Fanle, together with Shuoyu who had forcibly infiltrated with everyone's consent, formed a temporary command center.
Their goal was the airport, eight kilometers away, at eleven o'clock. However, in this foreign jungle and fog, it was difficult to tell where eleven o'clock was. They couldn't even see the sun when they looked up.
Kang Ya said that a shovel would be needed to bury the pilot and the dead people.
So they just piled the dead pilots and their people together, a long row, and when people closed their eyes and were just piled together like that, it really made no difference, whether they were Chinese or foreigners,
They had no shovels, so they covered them with branches they had picked up and buried them all.
It just happened that at this time, a Japanese scout who looked smaller than a bean cake came over with bow legs and spoke Japanese, with a thumbs up.
"Ah! Did you guys do all this? Awesome, Si Guoyi!"
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