New World War II Eagle Strikes the Sky

At noon that day, Ron woke up.When he opened his eyes, there was a blur at first, and then as his eyesight gradually recovered, he finally recognized that the white patch in front of him was the ceiling of the pilot dormitory that he was already familiar with, where a circle of black mold had grown due to returning waves.There was also a warm and slightly salty sea breeze blowing on his face through the half-opened window.

"Are you awake?" came a voice.

"I'm hungry," Ron murmured.

After drinking a bowl of gruel, (this is Ron's own request, he knows that his current condition, especially the condition of the digestive system is not good) from other people, Ron learned something that is not very good, even Very bad news:

The last group of evacuees, including General MacArthur and his party, left the base on a b17 bomber just last night.The remaining people have no means or plans for retreat.Their only plan now is to surrender to Ri himself, and hope that Ri himself can act in accordance with Ri Geneva and provide them with more humane treatment.But Ron knew that Japan didn't see Geneva in his own eyes, and countless records of later generations mentioned the heinous crimes Japan committed against prisoners of war.And one of them - the Bataan death march is about to happen to them.

"No, I was not reborn in this era to provide Ri himself with materials to practice beheading or assassination." Ron thought secretly, "I must escape!"

"So, everyone is going to surrender to Ri himself?" Ron looked around at everyone. There were not many people familiar with Ron in the base in the past. They either died in battle or withdrew, and the rest The unlucky guys who are more familiar with Ron are basically concentrated in Ron's room now, there are Tom and Karaus who are on the ground, Pato is in charge of airborne weapon debugging, and two local natives——Ron Orderly Marcos and his brother Cordis.

"What else can we do?" Pato said dejectedly, "We have no backup, no heavy weapons, no troops, nothing..."

"I hope Ri himself is a civilized person...but I heard...they will shoot the captives...I don't know..." Kalaus' words are full of fear of the unknown future.

"No? They should comply with the Geneva Convention... My former neighbor is Ri himself, and they are very kind." Carlos said.

"This is an opportunity. If I am alone, I may not be able to do anything, but if I can mobilize them, maybe..." Thinking of this, Ron said, "I have to say, Karaus, your hope is very high." It's about to fail, the thing about the Japanese killing captives is not a rumor, but a fact, even their tradition."

Ron paused, organized his words, and looked at everyone's reactions at the same time. He saw that everyone seemed to be more desperate after these words, and only Karaus seemed to want to say something.

"I want to tell you that this is not a rumor, it is a fact that I saw with my own eyes. Just a few days ago, Carreras and I were shot down... My landing place is not far from Carreras. When he landed Broken his leg, I saw him being grabbed by Ri himself..." Ron's voice stopped again, as if blocked by some kind of pain and fear.After a while, he continued to speak intermittently: "I saw... I saw two Japanese soldiers set him up and make him kneel on the ground... an officer leading the team, with a command knife... chopped off off his head..."

The whole room was terribly quiet, and everyone's faces were ashen, and they didn't say a word.In this deathly silence, something seemed to be trembling...

Many years later, when Carreras came back alive from the POW camp, everyone present on this day sighed: Ron's acting skills are definitely Oscar-level.Of course, not many people can live to this day.And when they learned what happened to them from Carreras, they were all glad that they were cheated.

"How is this possible...he's just... Besides, there's a contract..." Kalaus broke the silence stumbling.

"It's not impossible," Pato interrupted him. "Don't mention any more fucking conventions! The newspapers have reported that they bombed civilians in China, and even massacred them in the capital of China! Their officers carried out A killing contest, to see who will cut off 100 heads first, this is reported by their own newspaper! Even though these orientals put on suits, they are still a bunch of barbarians in their bones! You can ask Marcos and Cordis, in How common it is to cut off the heads of captives in their tribal wars!"

"Shut up!" Ron yelled. "We can't scare ourselves to death. We have to find a way! And there are civilized people in the East, and my friends Marcos and Curtis are civilized people who are fighting for God and justice!" "

Obviously, the battle during this period of time made Ron's prestige among everyone much higher, and this sentence immediately made Pato shut up.

"What else can we do? Let us build our own raft and float to Australia like Robinson Crusoe?"

"Seriously," Kalaus suddenly became excited, like a drowning man suddenly grabbing a straw, "it's not impossible, it's not typhoon season, and we don't have to sail long distances, all the way from here to Australia , there are countless small islands, we just need to go from one island to another, and come out at night, if we are lucky..."

"If there is no war, it is not impossible to build such a raft." Marcos, who has been silent all the time, said, "Our tribe can build such a raft from one island to another. But now, if such a raft encounters Japanese warships are a dead end."

"If you want me to say, we will build a raft, the native style, even if we are unlucky and encounter a Japanese warship, they may not care about us, and even if we are caught, generally speaking, the navy treats prisoners like More civilized than the army."

"We don't have to use rafts. Does anyone know how to sail? I know there are several sail fishing boats in Cagayan." Tom, the captain of the ground crew, said.

"Whoever has a sea chart, let's take a look... In fact, even if we don't go to Australia, it would be nice to find an uninhabited island and be Robinson Crusoe for a few years!"

"The top priority is to prepare supplies, control the ship, and find a professional sailor!"

"I know how to drive a fishing boat like this," Cordis said. "My brother and I have both worked as fishermen."

"Why don't we assign tasks..."

The next day, a single-masted fishing boat quietly sailed out of the port.Head northeast.

There are still fishing boats like this at sea. After all, even if there is a war, fishermen still have to live.At this time, Ri himself was still concentrating on dealing with the U.S. Army, and he didn't get much control over such small fishing boats.After setting off from the port, the fishing boat sailed all the way to the northeast.I also encountered several similar fishing boats on the road.

In order to ensure maximum safety, except for the Marcos brothers, all white people are not allowed to go out of the cabin, so the Yankees had to shrink in the narrow cabin and play poker boringly.The sun is rising higher and higher, it is almost noon, the boat has gone far away, away from the general fishing area, and now there are no other boats in the vast sea, only the waves gently blowing with the breeze It patted the side of the ship and made a rattling sound.Occasionally, a few unknown seabirds can be seen flying by in the clear sky.Beyond that, the whole world seemed to fade away.

The boat is gliding on this peaceful sea, and the waves shake the boat rhythmically.Most of the soldiers who had played poker for several hours were tired, and the feeling of fear, tension and excitement when they set out early in the morning had long since disappeared.In the gently rocking boat like a cradle, several soldiers fell asleep one after another. Like them, Ron also felt his consciousness blurred, and he knew that he was going to fall asleep soon.

In a trance, Ron seemed to feel that he had returned to the era he was familiar with. For a while, he felt that he had just finished working on a project proposal on the night shift, and rushed to the pillow before the sun fully rose. I have to get up and wash my face with cold water, and then rush to hand over the plan to Office Zou in charge before the morning meeting, and give necessary explanations on the key parts.For a while, he felt as if he had encountered a golden week holiday. He was full of thoughts of sleeping until twelve o'clock, but he had to remember in a dizzy state that he had promised his girlfriend to go shopping with her in the morning... …

In this confusion, Ron felt as if someone pushed his shoulder, and before he could open his eyes, Ron muttered: "What are you doing, taking a day off doesn't make you relax." This muttering, as the eyes slowly opened, those colorful phantoms, what plans, what shopping streets, and even the girlfriend who was holding his arm just now, all disappeared in a flash. Ron's lips seemed to still have the warmth of that sweet dream kiss.It took a while for Ron to be sure that he had just woken up, and not passed from one dream to another, even stranger.

But Marcos, who woke him up, didn't care about his little feelings. He nervously told the soldiers who had just woken up that a ship appeared in the distance, which seemed to be Japan's own warship.

This news was like a violent northwest wind, blowing everyone's drowsy drowsiness to the sky.Everyone became uneasy. Obviously, if Ri himself decided to deal with them, even if it was just a torpedo boat, this fishing boat would not be able to deal with them.Now there seems to be no other way but to pray to various gods.Marcos and other locals walked out of the cabin, pretending to be busy fishing, trying to deceive the approaching Japanese warship.

Passing by the small fishing boat was a destroyer of the Japanese army. Obviously, the Japanese army was not familiar with the traditional fishing areas of the local fishermen.Therefore, there was no such loophole that the fishing boat appeared in the wrong place. It just proudly passed by the small fishing boat that was only about ten meters long, and the proud sailors on the boat didn't even bother to pay attention the boat.Only the waves from the bow made the boat shake violently.

People in the cabin can't see what's going on outside, they can only hear the sound of the Japanese warship's motor.Everyone's hearts were in their throats, and Ron felt extremely thirsty. He touched a water bottle with trembling hands, but he couldn't unscrew the cap for a long time.He looked up and saw Karaus staring at him too, pale as a dead man.

In the violent shaking of the fishing boat, the Japanese warship gradually moved away, and finally disappeared on the sea level.All the people let out a cheer, and then collapsed on the fishing boat.