"quick!"

"Take off all your clothes!"

"Just leave a pair of pants on!"

"quick!"

Under the urging of the officer, the cannon fodders had to throw away all their clothes and belongings. Wearing only a pair of pants, shoes and socks, and each holding a vomit bag, they boarded the plane.

There was nothing in the cabin, it was empty. The cannon fodders had different expressions, but most of them were nervous and scared. This guy Kang Ya, the plane just started taxiing, he started to turn forward and backward, and vomited.

It's not surprising to get airsick, but it's rare for someone to get sick before the plane even takes to the sky. Especially Kang Ya, who is a driver by training, still gets airsick.

No, Kang Ya just started to faint, and everyone laughed at her.

After getting on the plane, Wang Zhong couldn't help but worry, given his nature. Bullets don't have eyes. Wang Zhong got on the first plane. If nothing unexpected happened, the Japanese fighter jets would definitely catch up and kill him.

Their plane was shot down.

As soon as Wang Zhong got on the plane, he chose the seat closest to the cockpit. Mi Long, not knowing what to think, followed him closely, right next to Wang Zhong, grabbing the handrail on the side wall of the cabin.

"Are we flying into the sky now?" Mi Long asked Wang Zhong next to him curiously.

"Not yet, the plane is speeding up and is about to take off."

The roar of the aircraft engine was deafening, and everyone could only talk loudly.

As soon as Wang Zhong finished speaking, the plane had completed its pre-run and started to take off, and a feeling of weightlessness came with it.

Except for Wang Zhong, none of the cannon fodders had any experience of flying in a plane. They were all surprised and worried, fearing that the plane would fall mid-flight and they would all lose their lives.

However, while everyone was talking to each other, the plane quickly climbed to a high altitude, and the surrounding scenery was constantly changing. In the past, I could only look up, but the white clouds that were hard to reach appeared in front of me, and the cannon fodder's heart felt

The uneasiness in their bodies slowly subsided, but for a moment, everyone's attention was attracted by the scenery outside the window.

Seeing everyone gathered around the window, looking like they had never seen the world, Mi Long wanted to get in there, but he couldn't let go, so he could only say a few words of disgust: "A bunch of rustics who have never seen the world, aren't they?

Take a plane?"

But he didn't say this loudly. Except for Wang Zhong who was closest to him, because of his sharp ears and eyes, his perception was far beyond ordinary people's hearing. The rest of the defeated soldiers, even the one closest to him, didn't listen at all.

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Chanda is located on the border between China and Myanmar. The destination of their trip is the British Airport in Myanmar. It is not far from Chanda and the journey does not take long.

The plane soon crossed the Nu River and entered Myanmar.

Wang Zhong was very alert. If the Japanese patrol plane came over, they would definitely not let them go. And theirs was just an ordinary transport plane. There were no weapons on the plane at all. If they really encountered the Japanese army,

He only deserves a beating and has no room to fight back.

After a while, everyone in the cabin spotted the plane that suddenly appeared behind them through the windows. The cannon fodder thought it was an escort plane escorting them to Burma, but Fanla was a sharp-eyed man with a lot of knowledge, so he only looked at that plane.

When he saw the plane that suddenly appeared, his expression immediately changed, and he shouted loudly: "It's a Japanese plane!"

His voice immediately stunned the defeated soldiers. Before anyone could react, Fanla immediately shouted again in English. The pilot sitting in the co-pilot seat in the cab immediately turned around after hearing this.

He turned around and took a look through the window, then cursed and hurriedly appeased everyone.

"What are you talking about?" Milong has always spoken vulgarly. Now that he heard that there was a Japanese plane outside and he had no weapons, he couldn't help but feel a little irritated.

Wang Zhongdao: "He reassured us that he would definitely bring us safely to Myanmar."

As soon as Wang Zhong finished speaking, the Japanese plane opened fire. The machine gun on board fired a burst of fire at their transport plane. Even though the pilot had already taken precautions and evaded, he still could not escape the little devil.

Machine gun fire.

The bullet hit the fuselage, with a ding-dong sound accompanied by a popping sound. The fuselage was penetrated instantly, and the powerful power pushed the bullet towards the cannon fodder in the cabin.

Within a short time, seven or eight people were hit by bullets. Fortunately, with the fuselage blocking the way, the power of the bullets was greatly reduced, and they were unable to shatter the flesh and blood bodies. However, the powerful power was enough to kill most of the wounded soldiers.

Only a few of them were lucky enough to have no critical injuries, but they fell to the ground in pain and could not stop rolling and wailing while covering their wounds.

Wang Zhong was still sitting where he was, but he shrank himself as much as possible to reduce the exposed area.

The cabin was in chaos, more and more cannon fodder fell down after being hit by bullets, wailing could be heard endlessly, and fear quickly spread in the cabin.

The remaining cannon fodder regretted it endlessly, but no one complained about Yu Xiaoqing.

Not a moment later, a series of bullets struck from the rear, piercing the partition between the cab and the cabin, and beating up the two pilots in the cab. Thick smoke quickly rose from the tail of the aircraft, and the pilot who was shot

With strong will, he worked hard to control the plane and make it land smoothly.

But the wing was damaged, and he himself was seriously injured. He couldn't maintain his balance at all, and staggered towards the ground.

When the little devil's plane saw this scene, it stopped pursuing it. It circled in the air a few times and then flew away.

"It's over, it's over, I'm really going to die now."

"If you fall from such a height, you won't be smashed into pieces!"

"I don't want to die!"

"······"

The cabin was filled with all kinds of sounds, but as expected, most of them were wails of despair, regret and unwillingness.

No one noticed that just after the kid's plane strafing stopped, the plane staggered to the ground for a moment, and a figure quietly jumped into the cab.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When the Japs were firing machine guns, Wang Zhong did not dare to take the lead. Although his physique is far superior to that of ordinary people, his tenacity and hardness are not as good as steel.

Without the blessing of true energy, ordinary rifles can injure him, let alone the high-power machine guns carried on airplanes.

Not to mention the constant machine gun fire from the Japs' planes.

When the Little Japanese plane thought it had shot them down and left, even Milong didn't see Wang Zhong's movements clearly. He only felt a figure flash in front of him and Wang Zhong had entered the cockpit.

Before Mi Long could say anything, two figures flew into the cabin from the cockpit like rag bags, accompanied by Wang Zhong's voice: "Mi Long, take care of the pilot."

While he was talking, Wang Zhong had already begun to control the aircraft. The wings were severely damaged, the aircraft's kinetic energy was seriously insufficient and it could no longer support flight. The tail was also severely damaged.

"Stop fucking howling! I've got everyone alive, the plane is about to make an emergency landing!"

Wang Zhong's thunderous shouts were heard in the cabin. It was like a thunderous thunder. The cabin suddenly became quiet, leaving only the continuous roar of the aircraft engine. However, compared with the previous roar, the roar was even louder.

It's bigger and has obvious noise.

Mi Long quickly pulled the two pilots in front of him: "Hunan guy, grab him quickly!"

Milong grabbed one in his own hand and threw the other to Bu La and Doubi.

At this moment, there was another violent tremor from the plane.

"I've got a damn good hold on it! It's about to land!"

Even though everyone had never flown on an airplane, they still felt a completely different feeling from when they took off before.

The cannon fodders didn't dare to speak, and they all grabbed the handrails tightly. If there was a wounded person in front of them, they even stretched out one hand to hold the wounded person.

Wang Zhong was already cursing in his heart. The landing gear was hit by the Japs' plane or something, and he couldn't let it go. Wang Zhong could only give up and put down the landing gear, look at the open space below, and control the shaky plane.

He leaned forward unsteadily.

Following a loud noise, the cannon fodders immediately felt as if there was an earthquake. The fuselage suddenly trembled, violently ejecting everyone in the cabin into the air. Thanks to Wang Zhong's reminder, everyone tightened their grip.

Although they held on to the armrests, there were still many unlucky ones who fell around in the cabin.

Those cannon fodders who were holding on to the armrests were not immune to the violent tremors. Even if they were holding on to the armrests, they were knocked to pieces.

When the plane landed, there was an immediate commotion and thick smoke. Fortunately, Wang Zhong had scouted the place in advance and chose a rare open space among the mountains and dense forests.

It seemed like a century had passed. Everyone in the cabin felt that their internal organs were no longer their own, and no one was spared.

Before everyone could recover, Wang Zhong walked from the cockpit to the cabin and kicked open the cabin door.

"Quick! Bring the wounded and get off the plane!"

Wang Zhong held a Colt that came from the pilots in his hand, quickly carried one of the pilots on his back, jumped off the plane.

The defeated soldiers watched Wang Zhong get off the plane, and they all came to their senses, and hurriedly jumped out of the plane from the cabin door that Wang Zhong opened.

Within a moment, all the defeated soldiers, who were naked and wearing only a pair of underpants, got off the plane.

"We are too injured and can't leave. You hurry up and leave us alone. Go fight!" One of the two pilots died in the cabin. The remaining one was shot three times and staggered without any vital points.

But there was another shot that directly penetrated his lung lobe.

Wang Zhong spoke very fluent English and said to the pilot: "Don't worry, we will fight the Japanese. May the Lord be with you!"

Wang Zhong saw the cross pendant on the pilot's neck and said the last words.

"You can't stay here for long, Milong, take your gun and let's leave quickly!"

"I'm looking for some clothes to wear!" Milong was thinking about getting on the plane to find some supplies.

"Do you want to die! If a plane as big as ours falls from the sky, the Japanese will come looking for it immediately. If we stay here for a moment longer, the danger will increase."

Although Mi Long was a bit generous, considering Wang Zhong's performance on the plane just now, he still admired Wang Zhong, and what Wang Zhong said was quite reasonable.

"But we can't just be naked like this, right?" However, Mi Long still had doubts in his heart.

"Our first priority now is to quickly find the armory left by the British and find weapons and ammunition, so that we will not become fish on the chopping board and be slaughtered by the Japanese."

"I think Wang Zhong is right!" Bu La was the first to express his opinion.
To be continued...