New World War II Eagle Strikes the Sky

On Christmas Day 40, the Japanese Marine Corps landed in Mindanao.Since the island is very large, they have few people, so at the beginning, they have been huddled in several strongholds along the coast.Now, with reinforcements, they are much more active, and they keep putting pressure on the US troops. The Japanese army advanced from Davor Town to the north of Demont Airport in Cagayan City.Demont Airport is currently under the strict defense of the army, and Ri himself is still unable to break into the airport, but Ron knows that they will not be able to defend for long.As the Japanese army approached, the number of missions to the ground began to increase.This creates greater danger for pilots.On the one hand, the Japanese army has obtained more airports in the Philippines, and the zero battles that take off from there no longer have troubles in flight. The p[-] that took off is still long.Fortunately, the Japanese army is not particularly keen on suppressing the airport, otherwise the little air force remaining on Demont Airport would have been finished.But when performing ground missions, due to the increased possibility of encountering a zero battle, the danger has greatly increased.

Originally because of Ron, when the comrades in the flying team were bitten by the zero battle, they all knew to roll to the right, pull the lever, make a sharp turn, and dive away, but this action required a considerable height, and when performing ground missions Not only does it lack altitude, in order to ensure the effectiveness of ground strikes, even the speed cannot be fast. "I fly slow sometimes, but I fly high at the same time, I fly low sometimes, but I fly fast at the same time. I never let myself fly low except for takeoff and landing And slow, because it means that once I am attacked, let alone counterattack, I don’t even have the energy to evade.” This was the advice given to Ron by a senior veteran when he was just starting a fighter jet on the Internet.And Ron's experience in virtual battles on the Internet has also confirmed the authenticity of this sentence time and time again.On the Internet, he has run out of energy and stalled and crashed on his own while avoiding enemy attacks at low altitude and low speed more than once. He has also forced an enemy plane that has lost all height and speed to kiss the ground more than once without firing a bullet. .Once the p40 performing a ground attack mission is attacked by Zero War, it is often unable to escape because it has neither altitude nor speed.like now.

Ron is sitting in the cockpit of the p40 now, sweating profusely - his wingman has been lost, he saw him as if he jumped out of a sky - God help him, he must float to the side of the US army, although this is not Guadalcanal Island , the Japanese army has not yet had the hobby of killing Allied pilots and eating meat.But immediately he couldn't care less about praying for his teammates, the two Zero Fighters were attacking him in turn.The pilots of these two Zero Fighters must be veterans. They took turns swooping down from a high place, spraying out a stream of bullets, and then took turns climbing quickly to start the second round of attack.It didn't take long for Ron's p40 to be full of scars, the vertical tail was honeycombed, and the wing was full of bullet holes, especially the right wing. Two 20mm guns made a big hole in it, making the plane always involuntarily fly towards right biased.The fuel tank also began to leak, the engine overheating warning light kept blinking, and the ailerons were not working well.If he was driving a Zero, he would have changed into a firework several times after taking so many hits.But what is terrible now is that his speed is getting slower and slower, and his height is getting lower and lower.You should know that during evasion, any sharp turn will lead to the loss of energy and the drop of speed of the aircraft.And his plane has consumed too much energy, and now there is no time to keep him in level flight and restore energy.Under such circumstances, Ron understood that as long as the enemy plane attacked twice, even if a single bullet missed, he had only two options. One was to continue to lower the altitude of the plane, but then he would not be able to parachute at all. , The second is to stall directly at a height of less than 600 meters like now, and then fall headlong!In order to save his life, he had no choice but to quickly find a chance to skydive.

Skydiving is a dangerous job, and it is said that Japanese pilots tend to shoot parachutes very ungentlemanly, and now that he is near the control line of both sides, a gust of wind may send him to the Bataan death march queue go.

But now, it would be inappropriate to think about these things. The most important thing now is to survive. As for Badan, I will think about it later.

A Zero Zhan swooped down again, and the current p40 was obviously difficult to dodge, and Zero Zhan also began to use the two 20 guns more.Although the firing speed of these two guns is slow and the muzzle velocity is low, using them to fight fighter jets is like shooting dragonflies with rifles, but today's enemy plane is no longer a nimble dragonfly, it is a wounded, clumsy duck.The guy at Zero was confident enough to smash it to pieces with 20 shots in this attack.

"It's now!" Ron slammed down the landing gear and opened all the flaps that could be opened at the same time. The speed of the plane dropped suddenly. In the eyes of the Japanese pilot, the plane seemed to stop in the air suddenly.Suddenly, a string of 20mm shells hit the air again. "It's really cunning! But wouldn't the only thing left after he did this is stall and crash?" Someone who passed by in the 0 battle thought.

At this moment, Ron yanked open the cockpit cover and jumped out of the fighter plane that had actually lost control.

"1, 2, 3, 4..." The wind blew past Ron's face, and the dark green earth was rushing towards him. "I can't open the umbrella now, I can't now...Ri himself still has the height to shoot me..."

A pure white umbrella flower bloomed at a height of more than [-] meters above the ground, and after only a moment, it disappeared into the dark green rainforest.

Ron was in big trouble now, getting a gash on his left arm from a branch while walking through the canopy, and the umbrella was hanging from a tall tree.Now Ron is hanging and shaking at a height of more than ten meters above the ground.Ron knew that he had to leave here immediately, and the place where he landed was closer to Ri himself's position, and those Ri himself who saw him parachute would definitely come to him!

He was too high from the ground now. Although there was a thick layer of soft soil made of dead branches and fallen leaves on the ground of the rainforest, it was still very dangerous to cut off the umbrella belt and jump directly.In case you hurt your leg, let alone escape, even if you want to be a prisoner, Ri himself probably doesn't want it anymore, (you can't work) and just "die."

Ron carefully tugged on the parachute straps so they hung tight.So he pulled the umbrella belt hard and began to climb upwards.Soon it disappeared into the dense canopy.

Ten minutes later, a team of 10 big players appeared near the big tree.

"Mr. Miki, look there!" A Japanese soldier pointed to somewhere in the crown of the tree and shouted.In the green shade, a little white thing can be faintly seen swaying in the wind.

One hangs a poor-quality command knife (some of the officers of the Japanese army come from samurai families, and the knives they use are often authentic Japanese knives handed down from their ancestors, while those low-ranking officers who were born in civilians often can only use those that are mass-produced with steel sheets The knife that came out, its quality is far inferior to the former) the officer raised his binoculars and looked over.

"It's a parachute! That beautiful animal must not have run far!"

Ron originally wanted to hide the parachute, but only halfway through it, he found the approaching Japanese army, so he had to run away immediately.

Ron is now wading up a stream that is common in the rainforest (the Japanese army is by the sea, they are all downstream), passing through the dense branches and leaves, and the sun shines through the dark jungle.Forms bright spots on the ground and water.These light spots dance with the swaying branches and leaves, like will-o'-the-wisps.The reason why he chose to go up the stream was because there were very few things like vines and thorns in the stream, and he didn't need to use a knife to open the way when moving forward, which saved time and energy; secondly, he was worried that Ri himself had military dogs. .The stream will wash away his scent, making it untraceable for possible military dogs.

But doing so is not without danger. First of all, the place near the creek is the place with the best light and the least shelter, so it is easy to be found.And many animals will come to the stream to drink water, including leopards, sun bears, and perhaps the longest python in the world, the anaconda.Ron has an m1911a1 in his hand, and the .45 caliber bullet has been loaded.But Ron knew that unless there was no other way, he should not shoot. Although he didn't see Ri himself now, they must be not far away.

But this time luck seemed to be good. After walking for more than half an hour, Ron encountered neither Japanese soldiers nor any beasts.So he sat down in the shadow of a big tree covered with vines by the stream towards the direction he was coming. On the one hand, he needed to take a rest to recover his strength - trekking in the jungle involved its exhaustion; On the other hand, he needs to deal with a wound on his left arm.In the high-temperature, high-humidity rainy area, the speed of wound infection is astonishingly fast. If it is not treated in time, the inflamed wound will soon kill him.

Bite down the bullet head of a .45 bullet with his teeth, Ron carefully sprinkled a little gunpowder on the wound, then stuffed a piece of wooden stick he picked up in his mouth, then took out the lighter, flipped the flint, and put the point The yellow flame tremblingly looked up at the wound.

With a soft "chi", a puff of light blue gunpowder smoke slowly rose.Ron spat out the stick from his mouth, pulled out a length of silk from the parachute, and with the help of his mouth tied the wound tightly and tied it in a knot.Just when he took a silent breath in satisfaction, raised his head, and was about to move on, his eyes suddenly froze - on the ground not more than seven or eight meters away in front of him, a boa constrictor was heading towards the stream. Crawling, its striped body is covered in some places brightly illuminated by light spots, and some places are hidden in darkness, making it impossible to see its exact length.But it is not difficult to judge that it must be very long just by its thickness.

Ron subconsciously stepped back, hitting another tree heavily with his back. He held the pistol in both hands and pointed it straight. Although he didn't dare to shoot, holding the gun at least allowed him to Calm down faster. "My God, it's at least six or seven meters, maybe longer!"

Ron's movement startled the snake, it raised its body halfway, and spit in Ron's direction.Its body dragged on the ground also gathered up.Ron knew that doing so would make his next move quicker and stronger.It's just that Ron doesn't know yet what its next move will be.The man and the snake confront each other like this.

"The eyes of most snakes are extremely insensitive to moving objects, that is to say, as long as you don't move, they can hardly see you." A voice sounded in Ron's head, "Thanks to the National Geographic Channel, God Ah, Bodhisattva, luckily I'm downwind, so it can't smell me... Could it be a minority?"

I don't know how long it took, Ron felt as if a whole century had passed, and the snake gradually lowered its body and lay down on its stomach.Ron also let out a long breath, slowly put down the gun, and turned off the safety.Looks like the National Geographic Channel was right.

Just when Ron was completely relaxed, the boa constrictor suddenly stood up halfway again.Ron pulled the trigger on it reflexively... The gun didn't fire, no matter how hard Ron tried, the trigger just didn't move at all-the safety hadn't been released yet.

This time the mistake saved the previous mistake. The python didn't spit in Ron's direction this time, its head pointed in another direction - the direction Ron came from.After a while, Ron also heard the sound of wading out from there, which seemed to be mixed with the barking of "whooping" dogs. Obviously Ri himself was also following him along the stream.

Ron quietly retreated into the dark shade of the tree, watching nervously.At the same time, the boa constrictor quietly dived into the stream.