Crawling on the ground to avoid the attack of the Japanese soldiers, Wu Haohan pulled out a revolver from his waist, quickly spread the hammer open to prepare for counterattack.

However, Wu Haohan was about to shoot at the Japanese, but he was so overwhelmed by the Japanese bullets that he couldn't lift his head.

Across a distance of 100 meters, the Japanese squad leader saw that Wu Haohan was suppressed by his own firepower and could not fight back. The Japanese squad leader signaled to stop shooting.

At this time, a corporal who could speak Chinese was coming out of a small team of Japanese soldiers. He yelled in a bad Nanjing dialect: "Listen to the Chinese warriors on the opposite side, we hope you put down your weapons and surrender to the Sixth Division of the Imperial Army, and give you three minutes to consider."

In modern warfare, whoever seizes air supremacy will gain the initiative in the war.

To obtain air supremacy, you need to master a strong air force.

In addition to the excellent performance of fighters and bombers, the Air Force also needs pilots with excellent technical skills.

As the saying goes, a good saddle is paired with a good horse. No matter how high a fighter's technical level is, it is difficult for a fighter to exert its full strength without a good pilot.

Compared with fighter jets, pilots are of higher value.

If the plane is gone, as long as you are willing to spend money, you can mass-produce and manufacture it through assembly lines, so that it can be supplemented in a short time.

If the pilot is gone, the problem will be big. It cannot be produced just like a fighter.

If a fighter jet is compared to a sword, then the pilot is a warrior holding the sword.

But this warrior holding the sword requires talent, and not everyone can use this sword well.

Every pilot is one in a million or even one in a million.

If a pilot can be captured in combat, the military value here can be greater than destroying a fighter.

The plane is gone, and the pilot can still find the fighter to continue to form combat effectiveness.

As an expensive and scarce war resource, the death of a pilot in battle means the weakening of the air force.

Fighters are grass, while pilots are the roots of an air force.

If you cut the grass without removing the roots, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows.

Look at that tone, these Japanese devils want to capture Wu Haohan alive and go back to receive the merits and rewards!

It is better to be broken than to be broken.

In Wu Haohan's dictionary, there is no word "surrender".

He didn't talk nonsense to the Japanese First Class Private, Wu Haohan raised his hand and shot him and pulled the trigger in the head.

Seeing Wu Haohan not eating the punishment for toasting, the angry Japanese captain suddenly pulled out his command knife: "Catch that Chinese army pilot alive!"

For a moment, the Japanese rifle and light machine gun fired violently again.

The distance of 100 meters is perfect for revolvers to exert fire.

Wu Haohan's marksmanship is definitely at the level of a master. He can hit Yuan Datou at a distance of 250 meters.

With the blessing of precise marksmanship, Wu Haohan's revolver in his hand can be said to have hit every shot, and in an instant, he hits wherever he points, and five bullets knocked down four Japanese devils.

Lowering his body to avoid the Japanese bomb rain, Wu Haohan found that the Japanese had reached a distance of 50 meters.

With a quick action, Wu Haohan, who poured out the shell, stuffed the last three bullets on the holster into the nest.

Try two shots and leave one shot.

The last bullet is left to yourself.

China has no captured air force.

Wu Haohan would rather raise his gun to commit suicide than fall into the hands of the Japanese.

Wu Haohan wants to be China's second Yan Haiwen.

He raised his hand and knocked down another Japanese man with two shots. Wu Haohan found that there was only one bullet left in the bullet nest.

At this time, the Japanese were getting closer and closer to Wu Haohan, only about 20 meters away.

Looking at the direction of Zhonghua Gate in Nanjing, Wu Haohan raised the revolver in his hand and pointed it at his forehead and pulled the trigger.

Damn, is the last bullet a stinky bullet?

Wu Haohan didn't believe it, so he pulled the trigger three times in a row.

However, Wu Haohan's forehead was still safe and sound.

At this time, he was suddenly knocked down to the ground with a fierce gun. Wu Haohan grabbed a stone and smashed it into the eyes of a Japanese man.

Seeing the Japanese lying on the ground covering their eyes, Wu Haohan suddenly took off a Type 38 rifle with one step.

With the bright bayonet and murderous intent, Wu Haohan confronted dozens of Japanese devils who were also holding bayonets who had already surrounded him.

Perhaps shocked by Wu Haohanning's unyielding spirit, the Japanese squad leader personally persuaded him to surrender: "Surrender! Put down your weapons, and the Imperial Army treats the prisoners with preferential treatment!"

Wu Haohan, who was spitting hard, and his eyes were full of murderous aura, shouted loudly: "No way! I have never learned to surrender since I joined the Chinese Air Force. The Japanese, come on! Let's fight happily!"

Seeing that Wu Haohan was still not good at it, the Japanese captain waved his hand again.

The two Japanese soldiers gave each other a wink, raised their bayonets and stabbed Wu Haohan's waist.

Wu Haohan practiced Wing Chun before joining the army, and he was a little familiar with martial arts fighting. He practiced assassination a lot when he entered the army.

One fights two, Wu Haohan still has no pressure.

Wu Haohan took a flexibly step, and just allowed two Japanese bayonets to pass. At the same time, the bayonet in Liang Shanhao's hand also stabbed one of the Japanese's ribs.

He suddenly pulled out the bayonet, and Wu Haohan then stabbed another Japanese in the thigh, followed by a Wing Chun stalking, and then slashed at the Japanese who fell to the ground.

Blood splattered Wu Haohan's face, and Wu Haohan once again made a standard stunning posture towards the three Japanese who bumped into him.

In the midst of lightning, Wu Haohan and the three Japanese fought for three more rounds.

The three Japanese were not Wu Haohan's opponents at all, and they were all beaten to the ground by Wu Haohan.

Even so, Wu Haohan's back midfielder was still hit by a bayonet.

Wu Haohan, who endured the pain in his waist and still maintained the thorn-fighting action, continued to confront the remaining Japanese.

Seeing that Wu Haohan was alone and fucked his five soldiers, the Japanese squad leader was shocked.

I thought the Air Force was definitely a bronze in the battle for the thorns, but I didn’t expect it to be a king!

For a pilot, this skill of thorn-fighting is too unattractive!

Forget it, stop playing bayonets, just talk with the bullets in the turtle box!

However, before the Japanese squad leader had time to shoot at Wu Haohan, a dense rain of bullets from the mg34 general machine gun suddenly came from behind.

The Japanese squad leader was beaten into a sieve, and the crooked machine gun in his hand also fell to the ground.

At the same time, half of the remaining Japanese soldiers were killed.

The Japanese soldiers who had not been hit by bullets also crawled on the ground, looking for cover and avoiding the bullet rain of mg34 general machine guns.

Raising the Mauser 98k rifle in his hand, he knocked down a Japanese machine gunner. Liang Shanhao shouted at the top of his voice: "Captain 3rd Battalion, hurry up, protect the pilot."

Twelve soldiers of the first reserve regiment holding all mp40 submachine guns rushed towards the Japanese soldiers.

In the dense rain of bullets, several Japanese devils who had not had time to pull the bolts were knocked down one after another.

He pulled up Wu Haohan, who was also lying on the ground, and the third battalion commander held up the mg34 general machine gun and fired and retreated.

The number of Japanese soldiers was getting smaller and smaller, and there were only eleven people left in an entire infantry squad.

But at this moment, a squadron of the Sixth Division officially launched an attack on the First Preparatory Regiment.

Grenades and mortars kept greeting Liang Shanhao's rescue troops.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Rumble! Rumble!

Suddenly, two soldiers holding mg34 general machine guns were knocked down by artillery fire.

Staring at the undamaged general-purpose machine gun on the ground, Liang Shanhao shouted at the top of his voice: "Blast those two machine guns, and others will protect the pilot to withdraw!"

Holding a handful of flower mechanisms in one hand, Wang Daniu teased: "Group! This... is a pity!"

With a glaring eyes, Liang Shanhao cursed sternly: "Damn, we can't take it away now, so we can't leave it to the Japanese! Hurry up, execute the order!"

Seeing two mg34 general-purpose machine guns smashed to pieces by the explosion, the remaining four machine gunmen broke the back with general-purpose machine guns, while Liang Shanhao protected the pilot and ran towards the Yuhuatai position.

Faced with the intensive firepower suppression, the Japanese infantry naturally did not dare to chase after him rashly.

Pull the bolt and fire a bullet-killing Type 38 rifle can't talk to the Hellfire organized by the mg34 general machine gun at all.

But the Japanese gunfire was not vegetarian, they were so accurate!
Chapter completed!