With that long "fuck" sound, the pilot landed, and the white parachute fell on his struggling body.
"Hurry, come and help me, I have a sprained foot..."
Zhang Sixing, who landed safely, ran a few steps quickly and finally stabilized his figure.
At the same time, two Japanese pilots also ran towards Zhang Sixing quickly with pistols in hand.
"Don't move, guy in the parachute, don't move..."
Throwing the delta wing aside, Zhang Sixing pulled the trigger of the hp90, and then said with a smile,
"You two, don't shout so loud, you are not allowed to move."
The sound of motorcycles came here, and the two seaplane pilots woke up from a dream. While raising their hands and throwing down their pistols, they glared at Zhang Sixing and cursed,
"These idiots in the army are indeed unreliable. They just take photos and the prisoners belong to our navy."
In response to the questions from the two Japanese, Zhang Sixing replied in Japanese while lighting his cigarette.
"I'm not telling lies. I just wanted to take a photo. Did you bring your camera?"
Hearing Zhang Sixing's question, the two seaplane pilots who didn't understand the situation glanced at their chests. It was an advanced camera used by the Japanese to take photos during reconnaissance flights.
Zhang Sixing was quite satisfied with this trophy and now hung the camera around his neck in front of the Japanese pilots who glared at him.
"That's not allowed. That's the navy's equipment. It contains extremely important information for our navy. You can't..."
Waving to his men on the motorcycle, Zhang Sixing looked at the two Japanese who were confused about the situation in a funny way, and then issued orders in Chinese.
"Get those idiots out of the parachute. Although they are a bit awkward, they are our own pilots. These two idiots should be tied up."
Hearing Zhang Sixing's Beijing-style Chinese, both the man in the parachute and the two Japanese understood the situation.
"You are Chinese, you bastard, you actually..."
The Japanese pilots who suddenly learned that they had been captured were furious. They had been captured unjustly, and they had to land and climb up to be captured.
At this time, the pilot who was taken out from under the parachute by Zhang Sixing's men yelled and spoke,
"Hey, I said, you are cunning enough..."
Hearing that guy's bad tone, Zhang Sixing asked him while handing him a cigarette,
"What the hell do you mean I'm cunning? If I weren't cunning you would have celebrated your anniversary today next year."
The pilot, who looked quite handsome, took out a lighter and lit a cigarette, shaking his head.
"No, it's not..."
He lit the cigarette and took two puffs before continuing,
"I said you are cunning enough to lead a group of people running around wearing Japanese military uniforms."
Looking at the military uniform on his body, Zhang Sixing shrugged.
"A soldier never tires of deceit"
"Bah, the soldiers are not afraid of deceit. You are such a villain. That time at night, you still shot someone in the back."
Hearing the pilot's arrogant criticism, Zhang Sixing also sighed.
"Bah, for someone like you, the bastard will save you next time. Okay, I've saved you now, you can get out..."
"Aaaaaaa"
The pilot, whose arms were resting on the two infantrymen, jumped a few steps towards Zhang Sixing on one leg and yelled randomly,
"There is a plane there, and I happen to know how to fly it. It's useless for you to keep it anyway, so just give it to me, and I'll take these two prisoners back to Jurong."
"Jurong?"
Zhang Sixing suddenly remembered that the order Falkenhausen gave him was to go to Jurong. He stopped and asked,
"You guys haven't retreated yet, the Japanese are attacking very fast."
"No, I heard that we are going to set up a paratrooper school there, and there is an American named Chennault, who is also waiting for the German guy there..."
At this point, the pilot seemed to react and tried to ask,
"Your surname is Zhang, you flew out of Sihang Warehouse, you..."
Patting the pilot on the head, Zhang Sixing replied in a teasing tone,
"You are such a fool. I can't fly a plane, and I can't lay eggs if I keep that thing. And those two pilots, you can take them back to claim credit. But..."
Then he looked at the pilot with a smile on his face and shook his head in confusion.
"You are so stupid, how could you become a pilot?"
"Hey, why am I so stupid? I want to duel with you..."
The pilot, who was leaning on the shoulders of the two infantrymen, was hopping on one leg, still looking unruly and unruly.
"I'll kill you, you big-headed devil. Come and take a picture with me. After taking the picture, you can get out. If you want to be beaten, recite the sutra a few more times when you go back. I hope I can reach the air force base alive."
As Zhang Sixing was talking, he stood in front of the seaplane. A soldier looked at the two captured pilots and placed them in front of the plane like trophies.
"Everyone, stand up and I'll take a picture of you."
When they heard that they were going to take pictures, the soldiers happily gathered together and lined up in two lines, and even drove their motorcycles over.
Looking at the soldiers in front of him through the camera, there were also the second-rate pilots with smiles on their faces, and the Japanese pilots with grimaces on their faces. Zhang Sixing pressed the shutter, then changed to another person and took another picture.
The two Japanese pilots who were tied up were stuffed into the back seat, and then the pilot who was overjoyed at being rescued forced himself to look serious.
Before boarding the plane, he solemnly gave a military salute to Lin Sixing.
"Li Yinbao would like to solemnly thank you, and he would also like to thank my brother Li Yinhu, who was riding on the grain truck with me that night."
When Zhang Sixing heard this name, he felt like laughing. At the same time, the words tiger, leopard, jackal, and wolf flashed through his mind. How big of a heart did the father who named this name have?
He asked jokingly,
"Tiger and Leopard, are there still jackals? Your dad..."
"There is also a younger sister, Li Saifeng. She also wants to come, but my father said that girls cannot go to the battlefield unless all the men are dead."
As he spoke, Li Yinhu had a serious and solemn expression on his face, completely clearing away the second-rate look he had just shown.
Hearing such words, Zhang Sixing knew that a family that was not well-informed and well-informed about etiquette would not have such an education. After all, there were many Chinese overseas, but those who could send their two sons back to the country to fight in the war would never ask for allegiance to the party and the state.
This is a bit like himself, staying away from politics, but when the Chinese nation is in danger, he will stand up without regrets.
At least this represents the pure innocence of many overseas Chinese towards the motherland and the Chinese nation.
Zhang Sixing stood at attention and saluted seriously.
"When I wrote back home, I told the old man that I, Zhang Sixing, saluted him."
All this really sounded like a man, but this second-rate pilot couldn't maintain his solemnity for two minutes before he started the plane.
When the propeller started to spin and accelerate, he suddenly yelled at Zhang Sixing,
"Don't make blind decisions. My sister has a baby. My family only accepts bride-in-laws."