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Chapter 647: Forced Landing
"quick!"

"Take off all your clothes!"

"Just leave your pants on!"

"quick!"

At the urging of the officers, the cannon fodder had to throw away their clothes and all their belongings, and boarded the plane wearing only a pair of shorts and shoes and socks, each holding a vomit bag.

There was nothing in the cabin, it was empty. The expressions of the cannon fodders varied, but most of them were nervous and scared. As for Kang Ya, the plane had just started taxiing when he began to stagger forwards and backwards and vomited.

It is not strange to get motion sickness, but it is rare to get motion sickness before the plane even takes off. Especially for Kang Ya, who is a driver and yet he gets motion sickness.

Look, Kang Ya had just started to feel dizzy when she was ridiculed by everyone.

After getting on the plane, even with his temperament, Wang Zhong couldn't help but feel a little worried. Bullets don't have eyes, and Wang Zhong happened to be on the first plane. If nothing unexpected happened, the Japanese fighter planes would definitely catch up and shoot down their plane.

As soon as Wang Zhong got on the plane, he chose a seat closest to the cockpit. For some reason, Mi Long followed him closely and sat next to Wang Zhong, holding onto the handrail on the side wall of the cabin.

"Are we flying into the sky now?" Milong asked Wang Zhong beside him curiously.

"Not yet. The plane is speeding up for a pre-run and will be airborne soon."

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

Just as Wang Zhong finished his words, the plane had completed its pre-run and began to take off, with a feeling of weightlessness following.

Except for Wang Zhong, none of the cannon fodders had ever flown on an airplane. They were all surprised and nervous, fearing that the plane would fall down halfway through the flight and they would all lose their lives.

However, as everyone was talking, the plane quickly climbed to a high altitude and the surrounding scenery was constantly changing. The white clouds that they could only look up at but could hardly reach in the past appeared before their eyes. The uneasiness in the hearts of the cannon fodders slowly receded, and in a moment, everyone's attention was attracted by the scenery outside the window.

Seeing the crowd gathered around the window, looking like they had never seen the world, Mi Long wanted to go over, but he couldn't let go of his pride and could only say a few words of disdain: "A bunch of unsophisticated people who have never seen the world. It's just a flight!"

However, he did not speak loudly. Except for Wang Zhong, who was closest to him and had sharp ears and eyes, and his perception was far beyond that of ordinary people, the rest of the defeated soldiers, even the one closest to him, did not hear it at all.

Zenda is located on the China-Myanmar border. Their destination, the British airport in Myanmar, is not far from Zenda and the journey does not take long.

The plane quickly crossed the Nujiang River and entered Myanmar.

Wang Zhong was on high alert. If a Japanese patrol plane came over, they would definitely not let them go. However, their plane was just an ordinary transport plane and was not equipped with any weapons. If they really encountered the Japanese, they would only be beaten and would not have any room to fight back.

After a while, everyone in the cabin saw through the window that a plane suddenly appeared behind them. The cannon fodder thought it was the escort plane that was escorting them to Burma. However, Fanla was sharp-eyed and experienced. He only took a look at the suddenly appearing plane, and his face changed immediately. He shouted loudly: "It's a Japanese plane!"

His shout stunned all the fleeing soldiers. Before they could react, Fanla shouted it again in English. The pilot sitting in the co-pilot seat in the cockpit turned around and looked through the window, then swore and hurried to comfort everyone.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Milong always spoke in a vulgar way. When he heard that there were Japanese planes outside and he had no weapons in his hands, he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

Wang Zhong said: "He assured us that he would bring us safely to Burma."

As soon as Wang Zhong finished speaking, the Japanese plane opened fire, and the onboard machine guns fired at their transport plane. Even though the pilot had been prepared and tried to dodge, he was still unable to escape the Japanese machine gun fire.

The bullets hit the fuselage with a ding-dong sound and a puff sound, and the fuselage was instantly penetrated. The powerful force pushed the bullets towards the cannon fodder in the cabin.

But in just a few moments, seven or eight people were hit by bullets. Fortunately, the fuselage blocked the bullets, and the power of the bullets was greatly reduced, failing to shatter their flesh and blood. However, the powerful force also took the lives of most of the soldiers who were hit. Only a few were lucky enough not to be injured in vital parts, but they also fell to the ground, covering their wounds and rolling around wailing in pain.

Wang Zhong was still sitting there, but he tried to shrink himself as much as possible to reduce the exposed area.

There was chaos in the cabin. More and more cannon fodder were hit by bullets and fell down. Wailing was endless and the feeling of fear quickly spread in the cabin.

The remaining cannon fodders regretted their actions, but no one blamed Yu Xiaoqing.

Moments later, a series of bullets came from behind, piercing the partition between the cockpit and the cabin, and also shot the two pilots in the cockpit into sieves. Thick smoke quickly rose from the tail of the plane. The pilot who was shot relied on his strong will to try to control the plane and make it land smoothly.

But the wing was damaged and he himself was seriously injured. He couldn't keep his balance at all and fell to the ground staggeringly.

When the Japanese planes saw this, they stopped chasing and circled in the air for a few times before flying away.

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

"If you fall from such a height, you will be smashed into a meat patty!"

"I don't want to die!"

"..."

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

No one noticed that just after the Japanese plane stopped strafing, the plane staggered toward the ground. Just a moment later, a figure jumped into the cockpit silently.

When the Japanese planes were firing machine guns, Wang Zhong didn't dare to show his head. Although his physique was far superior to that of ordinary people, his toughness and hardness were not as good as steel. Without the blessing of true energy, ordinary rifles could injure him, not to mention the high-powered machine guns on the planes.

Not to mention the constant machine gun fire from the Japanese planes.

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

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

As he spoke, Wang Zhong had already started to operate the plane. The wings were severely damaged and the plane's kinetic energy was seriously insufficient. It could no longer support flight, and the tail wing was also severely damaged.

"Stop howling! Hold on to everyone alive! The plane is about to make an emergency landing!"

Wang Zhong's roar like thunder was transmitted into the cabin, just like the might of Thunder God. The cabin suddenly became quiet, leaving only the continuous roar of the plane's engine, but compared with before, the roar was louder and there was obvious noise.

Milong hurriedly pulled the two pilots in front of him: "Hunan guys, grab him quickly!"

Milong held one in his hand and threw the other one to Bula and Doubing.

At this moment, the plane shook violently again.

"Hold on tight, everyone! We're about to land!" Even though everyone had never been on a plane before, they felt a completely different feeling from when they took off before.

The cannon fodders dared not say a word and held on to the handrails tightly. Those who had wounded soldiers in front of them even used one hand to hold the wounded.

Wang Zhong was already cursing in his heart. He didn't know whether the landing gear was hit by the Japanese plane or what, but it just wouldn't be lowered. Wang Zhong had no choice but to give up lowering the landing gear, and aimed at the open space below, controlling the shaky plane, and wobbling over.

With a loud bang, the cannon fodders suddenly felt like there was an earthquake. The fuselage shook violently, and all the people in the cabin were thrown into the air. Fortunately, everyone had Wang Zhong's reminder and held on to the handrails tightly, but there were still many unlucky people who fell and rolled around in the cabin.

Those cannon fodders who were holding onto the handrails were not spared either. With such a violent tremor, they were thrown to the ground even though they were holding onto the handrails.

As the plane landed, dust and smoke rose up immediately. Fortunately, Wang Zhong had chosen a place in advance and chose a rare open area among the mountains and dense forests.

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

Before everyone could come to their senses, Wang Zhong had walked from the cockpit into the cabin and kicked the cabin door open.

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

Wang Zhong took a Colt rifle from the pilot and quickly carried one of the pilots on his back, then jumped off the plane.

When the defeated soldiers saw Wang Zhong getting off the plane, they came to their senses and hurriedly jumped out of the plane through the cabin door that Wang Zhong opened.

In just a moment, all the defeated soldiers, wearing only their underpants, got off the plane.

"We are too badly injured to leave. You guys go quickly, don't worry about us, go and join the battle!" One of the two pilots died in the cabin, and the remaining one was shot three times. His body was not injured, but one bullet pierced his lung directly.

Wang Zhong said to the pilot in fluent English: "Don't worry, we will fight the devils. May God be with you!"

Wang Zhong said the last sentence only after he saw the cross pendant on the pilot's neck.

"We can't stay here for long, Milong, grab your guns and let's go!"

"Let me find something to wear!" Milong was thinking about getting on the plane to find some supplies.

"Do you want to die? If a plane this big falls from the sky, the Japanese will come looking for us immediately. The longer we stay here, the more danger we will face."

Although Milong was a bit reckless, considering Wang Zhong's performance on the plane just now, he still admired Wang Zhong very much, and what Wang Zhong said made sense.

"But we can't just sit there naked like this, right?" However, Milong still had doubts in his mind.

"Our top priority now is to quickly find the armory left by the British and find weapons and ammunition so that we won't 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.

Doubing also nodded and said, "I think so too!"

"If you want to live, follow me. If you want to die, stay!"

Wang Zhong put his pistol behind his waist, picked up two stones, held them in his hands, and looked up at the sky wearing only a pair of shorts. The sun was blocked by clouds and there was no way to tell the direction. Wang Zhong walked quickly towards the woods not far away.

Bu La followed closely behind, then Dou Bing, then the veterinarian, and Meng Fanle, who had a lame leg and walked with a limp.

Kang Ya glanced at Milong and quickly followed.

Milong glanced at the two pilots, then turned his head to look at the wrecked plane that was still emitting thick smoke. He felt very unwilling, but he gritted his teeth and ran after them.

When Wang Zhong got off the plane just now, he had already noticed that there were only about forty cannon fodders left, and the rest were either seriously injured and unconscious, or had died directly.

Those with less serious injuries were supported by their comrades and followed Wang Zhong towards the forest.

In seven or eight minutes, everyone had already entered the woods.

As soon as he entered the forest, Wang Zhong stopped first.

“Why aren’t you leaving?” Fanla, as the deputy company commander with the highest rank among the cannon fodder except for Lin Yi, also had relatively rich combat experience. Seeing Wang Zhong stop, he couldn’t help but ask.

"It's clear that the two sides have already started a war. We only have two pistols in our hands. We can't run around like headless flies! Otherwise, if we encounter the Japanese army, we will be hunted down."

"What do you want?" Milong looked at Wang Zhong and asked immediately.

"With such a big plane landing, the Japanese will definitely come over to check it out. I want to ambush them and see if I can kill a few of them who are alone. I'll get some weapons and equipment first."

Everyone looked at each other, and finally everyone's eyes were focused on Lin Yi.

"Why are you all looking at me?" Ayi felt a little embarrassed.

Fanla was an expert at teasing people: "Among us, you have the highest military rank. If not you, who else should we look at?"

Wang Zhong said, "Captain Ayi has never been on the battlefield and has no combat experience. He is not suitable for command. Please take your men further into the mountains, check the surrounding environment, and help the veterinarian treat the wounded."

"Bula, Milong, the two of you follow me to ambush the Japanese!"

"I've finished speaking. Is there anyone who objects?"

As soon as Wang Zhong finished speaking, his eyes swept over everyone one by one. At this time, the cannon fodder were like a group of headless flies. The sudden arrival of Japanese planes, the forced landing, and the casualties had caught them off guard. They were completely at a loss. Now that Wang Zhong stood up, it was like everyone had found a backbone.

Moreover, before Wang Zhong set off, Yu Xiaoqing had already promoted him to deputy battalion commander by order, asking him to be A Yi's deputy.

Now he was giving orders to everyone, which was reasonable.

Wang Zhong did not leave immediately, but went to the mud pit next to him, grabbed a few handfuls of mud, and smeared it all over his face and body.

Milong and Bula were somewhat reluctant, and Wang Zhong immediately frowned: "This is an order!"

The two had to do it!
While the two were touching each other in the mud, Wang Zhong's ears trembled slightly, and he heard a sound coming from not far away.

"Don't move, something's happening!"