There were no search radars during this period, and enemy aircraft were discovered visually during air battles. Naturally, there are situations where you are attacked by an enemy plane without being able to see it. Then judging the location of the enemy plane from the trajectory of the bullet has become a basic skill that a pilot must master. The sooner you detect it, the faster you can get out of enemy fire and launch a counterattack.
So Sukrava dragged the stretcher and ran in the direction of Zhou Wen and the others.
In fact, when Zhou Wen was in the tree before, he noticed Sukrava running towards this direction dragging a stretcher. But when he saw an unarmed man dragging a stretcher, he didn't pay attention. He just thought he was a frightened logistics worker, so he naturally wouldn't shoot at this man.
Now that he heard Sukrava's weak cry for help, he didn't want to pay attention. Now he was only thinking about how to take his brothers to evacuate safely, and he had no time to care about the life and death of a stranger.
But Sukrava may not have deserved his death. When he saw no response in front of him, he suddenly felt blessed in his heart when he was in despair. He mustered up his last strength and said loudly: "I am a pilot, I can fly the plane, and I can find the plane." "
It must be said that Sukrava's quick thinking saved his life. Of course, it also saved the life of his friend Patchat.
It suddenly occurred to him that these assassins with such superb and professional skills must not be Siamese, but could only be murderers sent by the British.
So, what they will consider after the assassination is successful is how to evacuate safely. If you want them to escape with you, you must first prove that you are useful to them. And the identity of the pilot may make them change their minds.
His mind was spinning very fast, and these thoughts only flashed through his mind for less than a second before he blurted out his identity.
Don’t even mention it, it’s just this sentence that worked.
Zhou Wen's trotting movement suddenly stopped.
"Pilot? Plane?"
These words may not be understood by others for a while, but Zhou Wen understood them instantly and immediately had an idea in his mind.
He immediately said on the intercom: "Senior Brother, there is a pilot following us, and he is dragging a stretcher. You and Senior Brother Zhao can take them on and evacuate together."
"Understood, we'll be there soon."
At this time, Sukrava did not see any movement in front of them, and no one turned around to rescue them. In addition to being frustrated, he felt helpless.
What made him even more desperate was that two Siamese soldiers were chasing him from behind, and they were so fast that Sukrava thought they had motors in their legs.
Sukrava had been in the water prison for more than ten hours and was already exhausted physically and mentally. It was only the desire to survive that made him insist on dragging the heavy stretcher for nearly 200 meters. And his friend Patchat had long been jolted to death by the stretcher half dragged on the ground, and had already fainted. Now seeing that there was no hope of escape, his mental and physical strength no longer had any motivation to support him. He looked up to the sky and sighed, and fell softly to the ground.
Looking at the blue sky and white clouds high above, Sukrava's only consolation at this time was that he could see Na Bowen killed before he died, which could be regarded as fulfilling his biggest wish in life.
Hearing the sound of footsteps rushing towards him, Sukrava didn't even bother to look, and simply closed his eyes, looking like a dead pig not afraid of being scalded by boiling water.
However, there was no shouting or cursing in his ears. Instead, he felt his body lightened and someone carried him on his shoulders. He opened his eyes in surprise and saw another person directly picking up the stretcher with both hands. As if holding a dustpan, he ran forward quickly.
How much effort does this take?
But he was surprised, but he understood that these two people must be in the same group as the assassin.
My calling worked and I was saved.
Thinking of this, Sukrava felt relieved, and passed out happily without even having time to say thank you.
These two people are naturally the two senior brothers, Miaohua and Zhao Xiaojin.
The previous operation was too smooth and easy, and the targets were all exposed to the gun lines of Zhou Wen and the others. There was no need for the two assaulters, Miaohua and Zhao Xiaojin, to risk a close-range raid.
Zhou Wen arranged for the two of them to go to the parking lot of the barracks to blow up the dozens of large and small cars, mainly to prevent the Siamese soldiers from reacting and chasing them in cars.
This kind of work is simply a trivial matter for two Qi Jin realm masters.
Long before Zhou Wen fired, the two men used various terrains and obstacles to get into the parking lot. After explosions and chaos occurred in the military camp, they knocked out two lone Siamese soldiers, put them into Siamese military uniforms, and then used the time bombs provided by the British to drop one on each car.
Then he took advantage of the chaos and slipped out.
Since they were wearing Siamese military uniforms, no one had any doubts about the two soldiers running around like headless flies, because at this time the military camp was full of panicked soldiers running around.
Because they were all running in the same direction, they saw a staggering man dragging a stretcher in the distance and struggling forward.
If Zhou Wen hadn't informed them, the two of them might have taken care of Sukrava, the Siamese who was blocking the way.
But now, killing has become saving lives.
Not long after, the two of them caught up with Zhou Wen and the others in front, and Xu Dacheng, who had already fired the shells and discarded the mortar, quickly ran over to take the stretcher from Zhao Xiaojin.
Several people said nothing, but just kept running forward with their heads down. When they sneaked in, they had already figured out the situation of the checkpoints along the way, and now of course they were familiar with the road.
Zhou Wen, Zhang Xiaoping, and Zuo Mingqing cleared the way with a pistol each, Xu Dacheng and Zhao Xiaojin carried the stretcher, and Miaohua carried the others behind.
Siamese soldiers at several checkpoints along the way were killed on the spot by silent bullets flying from unknown places without any reaction.
Several people used all their strength and rushed out with full internal and physical strength.
At this time, you need to take advantage of the chaos and immediately escape from the military camp. Even if the Siamese soldiers react and send people to pursue you later, the jungle is vast, where will you pursue?
What's more, if they were chasing with two legs instead of a car, even if Zhou Wen and the others were carrying people on a stretcher, the people who wanted to catch up with them hadn't been born yet.
As for the cars, the constant explosions coming from behind them at this time already showed that not a single car of the Siamese 4th Army would be intact in a short time.
After running for almost forty minutes, with the strength of a few people, they were now out of the confines of the military camp and arrived at the meeting point agreed with Sucha, a junction between a jungle path and a highway.
Zhou Wen heard the sound of the car's engine early, but he still did not dare to be careless. Instead, he made everyone stop and winked at Zhang Xiaoping, and the two of them quickly surrounded him from both sides.
