Chapter 1393: There are no captured soldiers in the empire (Second update, please subscribe)
Author: Xiaoyu’s Destiny
Chapter 1393: There are no captured soldiers in the empire (Second update, please subscribe)
Eleven dreadnoughts were either sunk or severely damaged!
This was an unprecedented achievement, but the aviation fleet also paid a heavier price. As many as twenty-one aircraft were shot down and damaged.
"033 was also hit..."
When they were about to return, Sun An, who was operating a machine gun, pointed in the distance and shouted loudly. He saw a Sea Holly slowly falling towards the sea dragging black smoke.
"I hope I can be discovered by a submarine..."
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The moment he completed his dive and began to climb in the smoke, Yan Haiwen heard an explosion behind him.
"Hit! Hit the target!"
The machine gunner shouted excitedly,
"We hit..."
Suddenly, amid a burst of sharp chirping, the machine gunner's shouts suddenly stopped.
"Cheng Ren, Cheng Ren..."
Before Yan Haiwen could figure out what happened to the shooter, there was an abnormal sound from the engine.
"Hang, bang,"
When the propeller stopped rotating, a cloud of black smoke sprayed out from the front of the nose.
The plane was hit.
After the plane was hit and lost power, Yan Haiwen began to try to pull up the plane. Although he tried hard to fly toward the sea, the plane still flew toward the shore regardless of everything.
"Look, the Ming people's aircraft is about to fall!"
As Americans on land watched the aircraft flying slowly from the sky dragging black smoke, some excited Americans followed the aircraft with guns in hand and on horseback.
To be sure, Americans are also patriotic.
Even without an official appeal, those Americans spontaneously took up arms and chased the monster that was about to land.
"It's no longer possible!"
After realizing that the plane could no longer fly to the sea, Yan Haiwen had no choice but to parachute. When he jumped out of the cabin, he took a special look at his plane.
The plane without the pilot continued to glide forward like a glider. Yan Haiwen, who had opened his parachute, looked at the ground and saw a flat farmland.
Looking at the gliding plane, Yan Haiwen's heart tightened. The flat ground would probably allow the plane to land intact.
no!
The moment his legs touched the ground, he stood up and before he had to untie the parachute, Yan Haiwen looked into the distance. After discovering that there was no explosive smoke coming out of the direction of the flight, he
He gritted his teeth, pulled out his revolver, and ran towards the plane.
"We must burn it no matter what, and we must not let the Americans seize the plane..."
Yan Haiwen, who was running in the wilderness, had only one thought in his mind at this time, completely ignoring that he was in enemy territory.
Almost as soon as Yan Haiwen's feet touched the ground, dozens of Americans on horseback rushed over from all directions. They were riding horses, holding rifles or pistols, and galloping in the wilderness.
"Catch that Mingguo man!"
These Americans were running in the direction of Yan Haiwen's landing.
As they ran, they cursed. Cursing the Ming people for sinking the Great White Fleet, which made all Americans proud.
"People of the Ming Dynasty, you are finished!"
"catch him!"
People shouted and fired shots.
They wanted to catch this guy and see what the Ming people who were flying machines looked like.
"damn it!"
Yan Haiwen, who originally planned to destroy the plane, frowned when he heard the shouts around him.
"Plane, plane..."
Although the excited shouts and angry gunshots made him feel the danger, he still ran in the direction of the plane under the cover of trees regardless of everything.
Ahead, just as he was about to see the plane, he saw a group of Americans appearing near the plane, and they also spotted him.
"Where is the Mingguo guy!"
Bill on horseback pointed at the people in the woods and shouted.
"Willy, guard this machine and don't let others get close to it. Faith, you guys come with me!"
As he spoke, Bill's legs wrapped around the horse's belly and he rushed towards him.
Looking at the Americans rushing over on horseback, Yan Haiwen realized that he was surrounded. A circle composed of hundreds of people surrounded him.
The American sailors, civilians and policemen carrying rifles were rushing towards him from all directions.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
There were several crisp gunshots, and the two Americans who were rushing in front were knocked to the ground. When the Americans behind saw this, some reined in their horses and kept shooting, while others rushed over from other directions.
"If you catch him alive, don't kill him!"
Bill shouted.
Although he had retired from the Navy for many years, he was keenly aware that capturing a living Ming machine pilot was obviously more valuable than a dead pilot.
This is a flying machine that no one has ever seen before!
Because of this, after Bill discovered that the flying machine was slowly landing on the farm, he immediately organized people to surround it.
In addition to the machine, there is actually a driver. God bless, this is a good thing!
"I'll give you $1,000 for capturing him alive!"
In Bill's shouting, both civilians and sailors shouted excitedly, "One thousand dollars! Many people will not earn so much money in several years!"
But it's not easy to catch Shuang alive.
What they don't know is that the pilots of the aviation team have all practiced good marksmanship, because once the plane is shot down, the pilots who make an emergency landing in the enemy area can only rely on their pistols. Therefore, every pilot has a unique skill that can hit the target with perfect accuracy.
Moreover, Yan Haiwen was born on a farm. When he was a child, he shot pigeons all day long to provide food for the family. Naturally, his marksmanship was also top-notch.
As soon as an American hiding behind a tree leaned out, Yan Haiwen immediately pulled the trigger.
"boom"
After being hit by a shot, he immediately hid behind a tree and took the opportunity to load a round into his revolver.
On the battlefield, make sure there are six bullets in the wheel at all times.
After several people died one after another, the scene froze again.
"Sir, you have been surrounded by us. There is no point in resisting any longer. You have fulfilled your duty faithfully."
Bill, who was lying on the ground and holding a Henry rifle, shouted loudly.
"Sir, I am a former officer of the U.S. Navy, and I guarantee you that if you lay down your arms and surrender, you will definitely get treatment corresponding to your rank, and no one will hurt you! I swear to God!"
Can the other party understand English?
Bill didn't know, but the next moment, the bullets fired towards him showed that the other party could understand English.
The enemy's persuasion to surrender did not stop Yan Haiwen from resisting. For him, the word surrender did not exist in his life dictionary.
The Americans began to attack again. This time, they attacked a dozen American sailors wearing white sailor uniforms, including several civilians.
For a moment, the woods were full of gunshots.
"it's time……"
During the fierce battle, Yan Haiwen, who was shot twice in the leg, sat paralyzed under the roots of a tree and looked at the Americans swarming in. He knew that the reason why the enemy shot at his legs was to capture him.
"Four bullets left!"
After closing the wheel, Yan Haiwen looked at the approaching Americans.
"Bang...one...bang...two..."
As he fired back, Yan Haiwen counted silently in his mind.
When there was only one bullet left, he tried to stand up, but his calf was broken and he couldn't stand up after several attempts.
The Americans around him all looked at the Ming man with doubts on their faces. They had no idea what that guy wanted to do.
"He wants to stand up?"
Bill was puzzled, watching him try again and again to hold up his broken leg.
Perhaps out of curiosity, perhaps because there was no danger. The Americans around him did not pounce immediately, but slowed down to see what he wanted to do.
Several attempts failed, but in the end Yan Haiwen propped up his body with his left hand and moved little by little so that he faced the south.
That was the direction of the motherland. Looking at the southern sky, Yan Haiwen thought of his family waiting for him to return home. He took out a photo from his arms, looked at his wife and children in the photo, and touched his wife and children's lips with his thumb.
Looking at his face, he shook his head, and then he took the scarf his wife knitted for him from his neck and wrapped it tightly around his arm. It seemed that at this moment, he held his wife's arm again.
Thinking of his wife and children's voices, he sighed, then smiled, with a trace of determination in his expression.
"Bye now……"
"Sir, please stop making fearless resistance. You are already injured. As long as you put down your weapon, you will be sent to the hospital..."
The shouts of the Americans reached his ears, causing Yan Haiwen to raise his head, glance at the Americans close at hand, a magnanimous smile appeared on his face, and then he shouted:
"The empire has no captured soldiers! Long live the Ming Empire!"
The moment he finished speaking, he put a gun to his temple.
"boom!"
The gunshot fired and the moment the blood spilled, his body slowly fell to one side. Even when he fell to the ground, his eyes were still open, still looking towards the south and the direction of the motherland.
"my God……"
Bill opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe what he was witnessing.
"This this……"
Everyone looked at the soldier who fell to the ground in shock and confusion. His shouts were like thunder, and the sound of gunshots and his shouts echoed in everyone's minds.
This scene even shocked their hearts. They couldn't even believe it. They didn't know what kind of courage it took for this person to make such a choice.
At this moment, everyone was deeply shocked.
Looking at the bodies on the ground, Bill walked over. He bent down and picked up a photo from the ground. Looking at the women and children in the photo and the soldiers who committed suicide, Bill couldn't speak for a long time.
"You obviously have feelings for me, but why do you still do this? You can obviously survive and come back to them alive... They are really a group of formidable opponents..."
In awe, when the sailors wanted to take the body away, Bill stopped them and said.
"Well, gentlemen, where are you going to take him? He has died in the battle. In any case, he is a respectable warrior. Even if he is our enemy, gentlemen, bury him.
On my farm, he was a brave gentleman and it is my honor to be buried here..."
A few days later, a local daily published a news article about a Ming Empire pilot who committed suicide after refusing to be captured. The news also included his ID and the photo. Many people found it incredible when they saw the news. They could not
Understand what kind of mood made him make that decision.
He could have returned to his family, he could have lived.
This is what Americans cannot understand. Sometimes people don't live just to live.
Many people have faith! Because of this, they are different from ordinary people. Because of this, they are heroes!
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In fact, Yan Haiwen was not the only pilot to commit suicide. During this battle, among the planes that did not return, some pilots were unable to return to the mothership because their planes were shot, so they had to make an emergency landing on a nearby island and were unable to be intercepted by our own submarines.
All of them who were rescued refused to be captured and committed suicide.
This chapter is to commemorate Yan Haiwen...China has no captured air force!
Indeed, in that war-torn era, they defended our motherland with their blood and sacrifice!
Heroes are heroes because they have courage that surpasses mortals. This is why we respect and admire them!
People must always have faith, always know how to revere and remember! Know what we should remember and what we should revere!
(End of chapter)
This chapter has been completed!