The moment before the bomber was about to enter darkness, Zhou Zhihan shouted: "Yin Weixin, blast out all the bullets and perform a fan-shaped sniper attack."
Yin Weixin had just fired in bursts to save bullets. Hearing this, he held the machine gun with both hands and fired two fan-shaped blocks in succession. Although the power of the bullets was greatly reduced when the bullets were dispersed, it could form an effective deterrent to the fighter jets chasing behind him.
Sure enough, the Japanese fighter jet that was following and swooping down quickly pressed down to avoid the oncoming hail of bullets. At this moment, he had no time to look at the altitude gauge and completely forgot that his fighter jet was less than 200 meters away from the water at this time.
The next moment, Zhou Zhihan continued to press the lever and pushed the rudder slightly. The bomber made a slight rollover during the dive, allowing the Japanese who were following the dive to see the reflection on the belly of the aircraft, tricking him into following the dive.
Sure enough, the little Jaap who was following closely saw his prey right in front of him. He was eager to make a contribution and accelerated his pursuit. He put his thumb on the cannon button and prepared to attack.
A few seconds later, the little devil saw that the Chinese bomber in front of him suddenly made a rollover during a dive. The bomber just recovered from the dive, and immediately changed the stick back to a level flight attitude, and cut into the darkness.
Zhou Zhihan's lever pull and return lever were so exquisite that they not only pulled the bomber out of a dive, but also threw off the Jaap's tracking track, making it unable to shoot.
It's like playing basketball and football. Many great goals are made under the pressure of the opponent.
At this moment, exclamation points appeared in the eyes of the little Japanese pilot, and then he found a big mountain pressing in front of him. In panic, he had no time to react, and he fell into the cold and biting water.
Yin Weixin cheered loudly: "The little devil's fighter jet fell into the water. Sir!"
"Sit tight, brothers, let's go home!"
Zhou Zhihan said loudly that the bomber had completely entered the darkness, and no matter how many enemy planes chased him, he would not be afraid!
"Let's go home...ah..."
Yin Weixin had been holding on with just one breath. Now that he heard that he could go home safely, his breath was released and unbearable pain hit him, and he immediately groaned.
Zhou Zhihan flew close to the water, avoiding the pursuit of the other three Japanese fighter jets, and asked loudly: "Where is the injury? Is it serious?"
The other three fighter jets of the Little Devil are like headless flies that have lost their target and are searching symbolically in the sky.
"I can't die." Yin Weixin grimaced in pain. He stretched out his hand to tear open his trouser legs and touched the wound with his fingers in the dark. As soon as he touched it, he let out a scream, "Sir, I was bitten on my calf. Dong...ah...you old kid..."
Zhou Zhihan suddenly shouted loudly: "Leilei, are you okay?" Logically speaking, Li Leilei should have spoken when he heard Yin Weixin scream.
Li Leilei said nothing.
"Leilei..."
When Yin Weixin heard Zhou Zhihan yelling, he immediately remembered something, panicked in his heart, and yelled quickly.
Li Leilei still didn't speak.
"Leilei..."
They both shouted at the same time.
"I...I can't do it anymore..."
Li Leilei's voice was weak.
"Where are you injured Lei Lei..." Zhou Zhihan shouted, "Yin Weixin, bandage it yourself and go help him."
"Yes. Sir! Lei Lei, where are you injured?" Yin Weixin said, groping for the first aid kit in the dark, taking out the straps, gritting his teeth and wrapping the wound, "Hold on, I'll help you...ah...ok It hurts... little devil, my ancestor, Rini..."
"My stomach was punched...a hole was punched...I...I may not be able to go back...brothers..." Li Leilei's voice began to tremble, "I...I'm so cold..."
"Leilei..."
Zhou Zhihan and Yin Weixin shouted at the same time.
"Hold on Lei Lei, I'm coming." Yin Weixin tied the wound tightly to stop the bleeding, opened the small door behind the seat, and climbed into the cabin.
Zhou Zhihan continued to fly the bomber at a high altitude of twenty meters above the water. Although he had escaped the tracking of the Japanese fighter jets, he did not dare to relax at all. God knows whether the Japanese would send fighter jets stationed nearby to contain them. Little Japanese I suffered a big loss tonight and will definitely not give up.
Waves of heartbreaking pain came from his left arm. Cold wind poured in from the hole where the windshield was broken. Wind was also flowing in from the two bullet holes in the belly of the aircraft. His whole left arm was wet and cold. In the faint light, Zhou Zhihan saw that the sleeve of his left arm was almost stained red with blood. He knew that it was impossible to return from the original route. In his current state, he could not fly over the Kunlun Mountains.
I checked the fuel level. After the intense battle just now, the fuel level was consumed very quickly. I could probably fly another 300 kilometers. According to the plan before taking off from Chengdu Taipingsi Airport, I could fly to Liuzhou Airport in this case.
Zhou Zhihan did not pull up the fighter plane, but continued to move forward along the water. The fog on the water was heavy, and it was temporarily safer than the air when the situation was unknown.
Zhou Zhihan endured the pain and shouted: "Yin Weixin, how is Lei Lei?"
Yin Weixin shouted: "Sir, I can't see his wound."
Zhou Zhihan turned back and glanced at Yin Weixin: "Didn't your instructor teach you that when flying at night, you can put the flashlight in the palm of your hand and use the light exposed between your fingers to check the wound?"
"No, sir!" Yin Weixin said truthfully, and then took out the small flashlight necessary for pilots, and operated it as Zhou Zhihan said. A faint light came out from between his fingers. Sure enough, Li Leilei held his stomach with both hands, and his hands were all filled with blood. Blood, very scary.
Yin Weixin, who had learned first aid, carefully opened Li Leilei's clothes and saw a horizontal wound on his navel. He quickly checked carefully and found that the wound was bloody and still bleeding, but it did not hurt any vital parts.
He let out a long breath, stretched out his hand to pull out the bandage and pressed it on the wound: "Stop howling, it's just an opening, you won't die. If you go back to recover from the injury for a few days, you can go find a kiln.//Sister, I can give you a treat. "
The corner of Zhou Zhihan's mouth twitched continuously, and a stone fell to the ground in his heart. At this time, he still had time to think about such nonsense.
Li Leilei was surprised and happy when he heard that he could not die. In the dim light, he saw that his hands were covered with blood, and he screamed: "There was a hole in my stomach, and my intestines didn't come out."
"If you keep howling, labor will really dig a hole in your belly." Yin Weixin wanted to laugh but couldn't, because the pain in his calf made him grin, "The hole you pressed just now was your belly button, you kid The fate is great..."
Li Leilei was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed out loud, causing pain in his wounds. He grinned again and said so many curse words that even eight generations of little devils could not hold their weight on the coffin board.
Zhou Zhihan grinned and said: "Okay, okay, you two come and stop the bleeding for me. After a while, the blood dries up and I fall headlong into the water. I don't even want to miss Sister Yao//Sister..."
Zhou Zhihan piloted the bomber to land at Liuzhou Airport. The airport ground staff repaired the bomber overnight. The three of them went to the infirmary. The doctor re-examined the wounds of the three of them. Fortunately, they were all skin injuries and the problems were not serious. Zhou Zhihan's left arm was injured by shrapnel. A bloody gash was made, and half of the shrapnel remained in the flesh. Yin Weixin pulled it out during the flight.
The airport dispatch room immediately sent a telegram to Zhou Zhirou, reporting on Zhou Zhihan and the others' battle situation in Qinzhou Bay.
At dawn in the morning, a hurried knock on the door woke Zhou Zhihan from his deep sleep.
Opening the door, a second lieutenant officer with a medium build and fat breasts stood at the door. Military salute: "Sir! A telegram has been sent by the Commander-in-Chief of the Air Force, General Zhou Zhirou."
Zhou Zhihan's left hand was wrapped with a bandage, and he returned the favor with his right hand. He took the telegram, which was a congratulatory and condolence message from Zhou Zhirou, and asked him to return to Guilin Airport quickly to discuss important matters. Now the Air Force Headquarters has moved forward to Guilin Airport. We will fully assist our brother troops in winning the Battle of Kunlun Pass.
The young second lieutenant officer said: "After our army's reconnaissance, it was confirmed that the Japanese aircraft carrier "Kamikawa Maru" was severely damaged last night and temporarily lost its combat effectiveness. More than half of the fighter planes on the ship were destroyed, and another aircraft carrier "Chiyoda" was on board. Most of the fighter jets were also destroyed, but after overnight repairs, the aircraft carrier can still take off and land aircraft."
Hearing this, Zhou Zhihan was a little annoyed that he failed to sink the "Kamikawa Maru".
The fair second lieutenant drove a three-wheeled motorcycle and drove Zhou Zhihan to the airport: "The commander-in-chief knew that you were injured, so he asked me and another pilot to escort you back to Guilin! Your machine gunner and navigator, Stay here to recover first."
When they arrived at the airport, the bomber had been repaired and filled with fuel and machine gun bullets. A pilot from Guilin Airport stood beside the plane, waiting for the arrival of Zhou Zhihan and the others.
Zhou Zhihan got off the motorcycle, walked side by side towards the bomber with the second lieutenant, and asked, "What's your name, second lieutenant?"
The second lieutenant replied: "My name is Yan Zhi, sir!"
