Liao Mingyu boarded the first transport plane, and the two American pilots in the cockpit turned their heads and glanced at him.
"Jamie, look, their commander is coming up," the pilot in the cockpit said to his partner.
"Oh, he looks good, and his soldiers are good," the first officer replied. He greeted Liao Mingyu in a friendly manner, "Hi, friends, you soldiers are great. I finally saw a decent soldier today."
"Thanks, friend, I say hello to you on behalf of my soldiers." Liao Mingyu replied in pure English. After all, he is a top student at a medical university and the ace of the special forces. He is proficient in several foreign languages, which are compulsory courses.
"Oh, God. It's great that you can speak English." The co-pilot Jamie said in surprise.
"The leader can also speak foreign languages," Bu La chuckled.
"Definitely, I heard from the soldiers over at Yu Tuan Zuo that Tuan Zuo is still from the sixth phase of Huangpu, and he must have studied abroad." A Yi straightened up his slim body, lifted his bangs and said proudly: " I am graduating in the 15th class, so logically speaking, the group members are still my seniors, don’t you know."
"You can pull me down. You are just a crash course. You are nothing. You are pretending to be a big-tailed wolf." Milong looked at him with disdain and said with disdain. Ah Yi was speechless and had nothing to say.
"Brothers, you don't need to panic. In just half an hour, we can have afternoon tea together at the airport." Jamie looked at everyone talking to each other, thinking they were worried about the safety of the plane, so he stood up and walked towards him in a friendly manner. Everyone comforted.
"Thank you, does this aircraft have defensive weapons?" Liao Mingyu remembered that this transport plane would encounter Japanese fighter jets as soon as it took off, and it would be a one-sided aerial massacre.
If he doesn't think of a way, his brothers will lose half of their money before they get off the plane. This is something he will never allow to happen.
"Well... because this aircraft has to fly the hump line for a long time and currently lacks fighter escort, our technicians installed a small machine gun turret on the belly of the aircraft." As he spoke, he walked to the middle of the aircraft cabin and started from the floor. A warehouse door was opened, revealing a circular machine gun turret below.
If you look closely, you will see that there is a Vickers heavy machine gun commonly used by the British army. It is the same water-cooled machine gun as the Maxim, and uses 7.7mm British rifle bullets. The entire turret is like a round sphere, mounted on the belly of the aircraft, and can rotate 360 degrees horizontally.
"This plane had an accident when it landed last time, which affected the landing gear and the machine gun turret. I tried it and the machine gun still works, but there may be some problems with the pulley group, and the steering wheel will get stuck from time to time."
Jamie introduced it to Liao Mingyu in detail: "But this thing shouldn't be used. In such foggy days, to be honest, we don't dare to fly. The Japanese probably wouldn't have thought that we would transport soldiers at this time. God will bless us”
"I hope so. Thank you. I hope I don't have to use this thing either."
Liao Mingyu replied with a smile. I was also a little speechless.
Sometimes I really admire the optimism and luck mentality of these Americans. The Japanese are not fools even when they are young. What can you think of but they can't think of? Your old God can't control the little devil who is desperate for his life.
"Jamie, don't waste time, come here quickly, we're about to take off!" the captain shouted impatiently.
Smiling apologetically at Liao Mingyu, Jamie quickly turned around and returned to the cab.
The captain turned to Jamie displeased and said, "Why are you talking to them so much? We just need to complete our mission and don't worry about other things."
This older captain adheres to the usual "work" attitude of foreigners: neither too much nor too little. I don’t want to have too much entanglement with the expeditionary forces.
"Joseph, don't you think this group of soldiers is a little different, especially the young officer. This man is quite interesting. I feel that he is very unusual." Jamie said.
"Don't these yellow-skinned Chinese people all look the same? But these soldiers look pretty good. You didn't know that a group of refugees got on John's plane just now." Joseph curled his lips and said indifferently.
"Shit, where is our escort formation? This plane only has one machine gun. If we encounter an enemy plane, we are doomed. The landing gear has not been repaired yet? These guys really deserve to be court-martialed!" Pilot Joseph said to the tower through the intercom roared.
"Stop complaining, old man. The most terrifying thing is the heavy fog in China. In this kind of weather, we can only pray to God." Jamie patted him on the shoulder and said comfortingly.
Despite the scolding, the plane slowly accelerated on the runway.
"Captain, why do I feel like this plane can't fly?" Bu La asked Liao Mingyu as he looked out the window.
"It hasn't taken off yet, it's taxiing now. If you don't want to be shaken around like a dice for a while, just hold on to the handrail next to you!" Liao Mingyu ordered everyone.
The plane taxied for a while and finally took off slowly. Everyone in the Sichuan Legion cheered.
But soon, they were no longer happy. During the climb, the plane encountered serious turbulence, which caused the cabin to be extremely unstable. Everyone was shaken to and fro. Fortunately, they listened to the captain's words in advance and stayed firmly. He grabbed the handrails all around and didn't dare let go for a moment.
A few arrogant guys disobeyed and grabbed the handrail, and were knocked around like bowling balls. The bones in the body are almost falling apart.
Kang Ya couldn't bear the turbulence, so she took the vomiting bag and vomited. There were a few people who could bear it, but when they saw this guy, they also vomited.
"Climb, you damn bastard, climb up! Otherwise I'll tear you apart!" Joseph held the joystick tightly. Lift up with all your strength.
Finally, the plane flew up into the clouds, and the entire cabin was stabilized. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the mesmerizing blue sky and white clouds outside the window, my mind immediately relaxed.
"Good job! I'm starting to like this big guy now, and I want to sleep with him at night." Joseph also breathed a sigh of relief. I couldn't help but make a joke.
"Haha, I agree. I'll be the first to go. I want to take it to the moon." Jamie also agreed.
Liao Mingyu didn't dare to relax at this moment. The little devil's plane should be nearby at this moment. He stared out the window nervously. Looking for traces of Japanese planes.
I hope I won't be discovered by the little devil... Liao Mingyu prayed in his heart.
Everyone in the Sichuan Legion was looking at the scenery outside the window with great joy. For them, who were flying for the first time, this was really too new and exciting.
"Hey! Look, Kaname and the others are coming up too," Bu La pointed out the window at this time.
"Where? Where?"
Everyone looked out the window curiously. I saw a monoplane fighter approaching their transport aircraft at an extremely fast speed.
"That shit is so fucking numb, that's a kid's plane!"
Really afraid of what might happen, Liao Mingyu glared at Bu La angrily and shouted to the two pilots at the same time: "Friends, the Japanese plane is coming, be careful to avoid it! I'm going to the turret now."
"Milong, come here and help. This turret can't be operated by one person. You help me turn and I'll kill the little Japanese plane." Then he led Milong and ran towards the machine gun turret.
"Damn it!" The pilot glanced at the direction of the Japanese fighter plane in horror, cursed angrily, and pulled the joystick fiercely, forcing the transport plane to slow down and pass by the Japanese fighter plane!
But the moment the two planes crossed each other, a string of bullets was fired.
"Swish, swish, swish!" More than 10 bullet holes were penetrated through the side of the plane's fuselage in an instant. Several unlucky soldiers were also punched through and fell in a pool of blood.
"Damn it, get down and don't look up! The bottom of the plane is thickly armored, and the Japs' machine guns can't penetrate it. Don't lean to the side!" Liao Mingyu gave the order, and at the same time he pushed Doubian, who was still standing, to the ground.
"Milong, come here quickly!" He said and jumped into the turret. Mi Long also quickly followed.
Liao Mingyu observed it, pointed at a wheel-shaped turntable and said: "Look at this wheel. Turn left and the turret will go left, turn right and it will go right. I will operate the machine gun in a while. You help me position it. Be sure to bite it." The little devil’s plane, otherwise we will all die, you hear me!”
"I know...I know!" Milong said tremblingly.
He was also extremely nervous. Looking at the 10,000-meter-high sky below, his feet couldn't stop shaking. This guy was not afraid of anything but heights. At this point we can only bite the bullet and go ahead.
At this moment, the Japanese pilot Jiro Tagawa was driving the Falcon fighter, turned around with a very small turning radius, and continued to fly towards the C46 transport aircraft.
Tagawa Jiro made a bet with his teammates today that he must shoot down at least 2 American planes, otherwise he will invite his comrades to drink when he goes back. Now he is very motivated and feels that this C46 is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered and is already in his pocket. .
"Milong, at 10 o'clock, the Japs' plane is back, hurry!" Liao Mingyu said anxiously, holding the machine gun tightly in his hand.
"What the hell, what time is it?" Mi Long looked confused. I don't understand the tactical jargon at all.
"Fuck, front left, you idiot! Turn left quickly!" Seeing the Falcon getting closer and closer, Liao Mingyu couldn't help but become anxious.
Da da da da da da…!
A burst of violent gunfire sounded, and the belly turret of the C46 transport aircraft took the lead in spraying a string of bullets with flaming light.
This frightened Jiro Tagawa so much that he hurriedly pulled up the joystick and avoided the hail of bullets. Passed by the transport plane again.
"Milong, you turned too damn much. He is now on the right rear of our fuselage. Move quickly, keep an eye on him, and bite him!"
Milong immediately waved his hands and vigorously shook the wheel, aiming the turret machine gun at the Zero fighter.
Liao Mingyu immediately pulled the trigger.
Ta-ta-ta-ta...ta-ta-ta-ta...!
Boo hoo hoo... hoo. The sound of bullets streaking through the air rang in Jiro Tagawa's ears. He flexibly controlled the aircraft and quickly evaded it. However, due to the close distance, he could not escape Liao Mingyu's machine gun fire. He saw that the fire snake was about to hit the Falcon. Fighter!
"Good job, Milong! He's going to the right, hurry! Keep biting him, he won't be able to hold on anymore!"
"Crack..." A crisp sound came from inside the turret.
