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Chapter 33 Rescue Wu Haohan

Crouching on the ground to avoid the attack of the ghost soldiers, Wu Haohan pulled out a revolver from his waist, and swiftly opened the hammer to prepare to fight back.

However, just as Wu Haohan was about to shoot at the devil, he was so overwhelmed by the devil's bullets that he couldn't lift his head.

At a distance of 100 meters, the devil's team leader saw that Wu Haohan was under the pressure of his own firepower and had no power to fight back. The devil's team leader signaled to stop shooting.

At this time, a senior soldier who could speak Chinese came out from a small group of devils, and he shouted in broken Nanjing dialect: "Listen up, warriors of the Chinese Army on the opposite side, we hope you will lay down your weapons and surrender to our Sixth Army of the Imperial Army!" Division, I will give you 3 minutes to think about it."

In modern warfare, whoever seizes air supremacy will gain the initiative in the war.

To gain air supremacy, you need to master a powerful air force.

In addition to fighter jets and bombers with excellent performance, the Air Force also needs skilled pilots.

As the saying goes, a good saddle is matched with a good horse. No matter how high the technical level of a fighter is, it will be difficult to exert its full strength without a good pilot to drive it.

Pilots are more valuable than fighter jets.

If the plane is gone, as long as you are willing to spend money, it can be mass-produced through the assembly line, so that it can be replenished in a short time.

And if the pilot is gone, that's a big problem. It can't be produced just like a fighter jet.

If a fighter jet is compared to a sword, then the pilot is the warrior with the sword.

But this sword warrior needs talent, not everyone can use this sword well.

Every pilot is one in a million or even one in a million.

If a pilot can be captured in battle, then the military value in this is greater than destroying a fighter jet.

The plane is gone, and the pilot can still find fighter jets to continue to form combat effectiveness.

As an expensive and scarce war resource, the death of a pilot in battle means the weakening of the air force.

Fighters are grass, but pilots are the roots of an air force.

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

Look at the tone, these little devils want to capture Wu Haohan alive and go back to claim the reward!

Rather Stick to your guns.

In Wu Haohan's dictionary, there is no such word as "surrender".

Not talking nonsense with that devil private at all, Wu Haohan raised his hand and pulled the trigger on his head with a gun.

Seeing Wu Haohan toasting and refusing to eat the fine wine, the exasperated Devil Captain suddenly pulled out his command saber: "Catch that Chinese pilot alive!"

For a while, the devil's rifle and light machine gun fired violently again.

A distance of 100 meters is perfect for revolver fire.

And Wu Haohan's marksmanship is definitely at the level of a master, he can hit a Yuan Datou at a distance of 250 meters.

With the blessing of precise marksmanship, the revolver in Wu Haohan's hand can be said to be a hundred hits, and he can shoot wherever he points in an instant. Five bullets knocked down four devils.

He lowered his body to avoid the devil's bullets, and Wu Haohan found that the devil had pushed him to a distance of 50 meters.

With a quick movement, the bullet chamber of the revolver was opened, and Wu Haohan, who had ejected the bullet casing, stuffed the last three bullets in the holster into the cylinder chamber.

Hit two and save one.

Keep the last bullet for yourself.

China has no captured air force.

Wu Haohan would rather commit suicide with a gun than fall into the hands of the little devil.

Wu Haohan wants to be China's second Yan Haiwen.

Raising his hand twice and knocking down another devil, Wu Haohan found that there was only the last bullet left in the magazine.

At this time, the devil was getting closer and closer to Wu Haohan, only about 20 meters away.

Looking in the direction of the Zhonghua Gate in Nanjing City, Wu Haohan raised the revolver in his hand and aimed it at his forehead and pulled the trigger.

Fuck, is the last bullet a stink bomb?

Wu Haohan couldn't believe it, so he pulled the trigger three times in a row.

However, Wu Haohan's forehead was still intact.

At this time, he was suddenly knocked down to the ground by the butt of a gun. Wu Haohan grabbed a stone and threw it at a devil's eyes.

Seeing the devil lying on the ground covering his eyes, Wu Haohan suddenly picked up a [-]-style rifle with a vertical step.

Holding a glaring bayonet, Wu Haohan confronted the dozens of little devils who had already surrounded him with bayonets.

Perhaps shocked by Wu Haohan's spirit of preferring death to surrender, the devil's squad leader personally persuaded him to surrender: "Surrender! Put down your weapons, and the imperial army will give preferential treatment to the prisoners!"

After spat hard, Wu Haohan, whose eyes were full of murderous intent, yelled sharply: "No way! I can't learn to surrender since I joined the Chinese Air Force. Come on, little devil! Let's have a good fight!"

Seeing that Wu Haohan still refused to give up, the captain of the devil waved his hand again.

The two ghost soldiers exchanged glances, raised their bayonets and stabbed at Wu Haohan's waist.

Wu Haohan had practiced Wing Chun before joining the army, and he knew a thing or two about martial arts fighting. He also practiced assassination when he entered the army.

One hit two, Wu Haohan still has no pressure.

Wu Haohan retreated nimbly, passing the bayonets of the two little devils. At the same time, the bayonet in Liang Shanhao's hand pierced one of the devils' ribs.

Pulling out the bayonet abruptly, Wu Haohan then stabbed another devil's thigh, followed by a Wing Chun force, and then slashed at the devil who fell on the ground.

Blood splattered Wu Haohan's face, and Wu Haohan once again put on a standard stabbing stance towards the three devils who ran towards him.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Haohan fought three more rounds with the three devils.

The three devils were not Wu Haohan's opponents at all, they were all knocked to the ground by Wu Haohan one by one.

Even so, Wu Haohan still received a savage bayonet on his lower back.

Suppressing the pain in his waist, Wu Haohan continued to confront the rest of the devils, still maintaining his stabbing movements.

Seeing that Wu Haohan killed five of his own soldiers by himself, the leader of the devil squad couldn't help but be surprised.

I thought it was definitely a bronze in the air force, but I didn't expect it to be a king!

For a pilot, this stabbing technique is too amateurish!

Forget it, it's better not to play with the bayonet, just use the bullets in the bastard's box to speak!
However, before the leader of the devil squad had time to shoot at Wu Haohan, suddenly a dense rain of bullets from the MG34 general-purpose machine gun came from behind.

The leader of the devil squad was beaten into a sieve, and the crooked sub-machine gun in his hand fell to the ground.

At the same time, half of the remaining ghost soldiers were killed.

The devil soldiers who hadn't been hit by the bullets also crawled on the ground, looking for cover to avoid the rain of bullets from the MG34 general-purpose machine gun.

Raising the Mauser 98k rifle in his hand and knocking down a Japanese machine gunner, Liang Shanhao shouted loudly: "Commander of the Third Battalion, hurry up and protect the pilot."

Twelve soldiers of the first reserve regiment armed with all MP40 submachine guns rushed towards the devil soldiers.

In the dense rain of bullets, several devils who had not had time to pull the bolt of their guns were knocked down one after another.

Pulling up Wu Haohan, who was also lying on the ground, the third battalion commander held up an MG34 general-purpose machine gun and retreated while fighting.

The number of devils became smaller and smaller, and there were only eleven people left in the entire infantry squad.

But at this moment, a squadron of the Sixth Division officially launched an attack on the Reserve First Regiment.

A grenade and mortar continued to greet Liang Shanhao's rescue force.

call out!call out!call out!
Boom!Boom!
Suddenly, Liang Shanhao's two soldiers holding MG34 general-purpose machine guns were knocked down by artillery fire.

Staring at the undamaged general-purpose machine gun on the ground, Liang Shanhao shouted loudly: "Blow up those two machine guns, and the others will protect the pilot and retreat!"

Holding a handful of flower organs in one hand, Wang Daniu teased: "Tuan Zuo! This... exploded, what a pity!"

With a wide eye, Liang Shanhao scolded sharply: "Damn it, we can't take it away now, we can't leave it to the little devil! Come on, execute the order!"

Seeing two MG34 general-purpose machine guns being smashed to pieces in the explosion, the remaining four machine gunners were broken with general-purpose machine guns, while Liang Shanhao protected the pilot and ran towards the Yuhuatai position.

Facing the intensive fire suppression, the devil's infantry naturally did not dare to rush after them.

Pull the bolt, and the 34-type rifle that fires a single bullet cannot talk head-on to the hellfire of the MG[-] general machine gun organization.

But the little devil's gunfire is not vegetarian, so it's accurate!
Wave after wave of shells chased Liang Shanhao and his heels as if they had eyes.

(End of this chapter)