On Christmas Day 1941, Japanese marines landed on Mindanao. Due to the size of the island, they were less crowded, so in the beginning, they were huddled in several strongholds along the coast. Now they have received reinforcements, are greatly enlivened and are constantly putting pressure on the US military. The Japanese advanced from the town of Davor to the north of the Demont airfield in the city of Cagayan. Demont Airport was currently heavily defended by the Army, and the Japanese were not yet able to storm the airfield, but Ron knew that they would not be able to defend it for long. As the Japanese approached, the number of ground missions began to increase. This poses an even greater danger to the pilots. On the one hand, the Japanese army had already gained more airfields in the Philippines, and there was no longer any trouble with the Zeros taking off from there, and due to the large range of the Zeros, they were even longer in the air after flying near the Demont airfield than the P40 that had just taken off. Fortunately, the Japanese were not particularly keen on suppressing the airfield, otherwise the little air power left on the Demont airfield would have been finished long ago. However, in the course of ground missions, the danger has increased dramatically due to the increased likelihood of encountering a zero-war operation.

Originally, because of Ron, when the comrades in the flight team were bitten by Zero, they all knew that they would roll to the right and add a tie rod to make a sharp turn and dive away, but this action required a considerable height, and not only did they lack altitude when performing ground missions, but they couldn't even go fast in order to ensure the effectiveness of ground strikes. "I fly very slow sometimes, but I must fly high at the same time, I fly very low sometimes, but at the same time I must fly very fast: one: Ben: Read: Novel 3w. ybdu fast. Aside from take-off and landing, I would never allow myself to fly low and slow, because that would mean that once I was attacked, I wouldn't even have the energy to dodge, let alone fight back. This was the advice given to him by a senior old bird when Ron was just flying a fighter jet on the Internet. And Ron's experience in virtual battles on the Internet has confirmed the truth of this sentence again and again. On the Internet, he has more than once run out of energy and crashed when dodging enemy attacks at low altitude and low speed, and more than once he forced enemy planes that had lost all their altitude and speed to kiss the earth automatically without firing. Once the P40 carrying out a ground attack mission is attacked by a Zero Combat, it is often unable to escape because it has neither altitude nor speed. Just like now.

Ron was now sitting in the cockpit of the P40, sweating profusely - his wingman had been lost, and he saw him as if he had parachuted - God forbid him must float to the side of the American army, although this is not Kuah Island, and the Japanese have no penchant for killing Allied pilots for meat for the time being. But soon he couldn't bother to pray for his teammates, and the two Zeros were taking turns attacking him. The two Zeros must have been veterans, who took turns diving down from a height, spraying a barrage of bullets, and then taking turns climbing rapidly to start a second round of attacks. It wasn't long before Ron's P40 was already scarred, the tail was beaten into a honeycomb, and the wings were full of bullet holes, especially the right wing, and the two 20mm guns had a big hole in it, making the plane always involuntarily deviate to the right. Fuel tanks were starting to leak, engine overheating warning lights were flashing, and the ailerons weren't working well. If he drove a Zero, after so many hits, he would have changed several times. But now, to the worst thing, his speed is getting slower and slower, and his height is getting lower and lower. You know, in dodging, any sharp turn will lead to a loss of energy and a decrease in the speed of the aircraft. And his plane consumed too much energy, and now there is no time for him to keep him in level flight and regain his energy. In this case, Ron understands that as long as the enemy plane attacks two more times, even if not a single bullet hits, he has only two ways, one is to continue to reduce the altitude of the plane, but then he will not be able to parachute at all, and the other is to directly stall at an altitude of less than 600 meters now, and then fall headlong! In order to save his life, he now has to find a chance to skydive.

Parachuting was a dangerous job, and Japanese pilots were said to shoot parachutes with ungentlemanly manners, and now that he was near the Line of Control, a breeze could send him to the Bataan Death March.

But now, it is a bit out of place to think about this, the most important thing now is to live, and as for Bataan, let's think about it later.

A Zero swooped down again, and now the P40 is obviously difficult to dodge anymore, and the Zero has begun to use those two 20 guns more. Although these two guns have a slow rate of fire and low muzzle velocity, using them to fight fighter jets is like using a rifle to fight a dragonfly, but today's enemy aircraft is no longer a nimble dragonfly, it is a wounded clumsy duck. The guy on Zero was confident that he would smash it to pieces with 20 shots in this attack.

"It's now!" Ron jerked down the landing gear and opened all the flaps that could be opened, and the speed of the plane dropped sharply, and to the eyes of the Japanese pilot, the plane seemed to suddenly stop in the air. Suddenly, a string of 20-mm shells hit the air again. "What a cunning! But if he did this, all that was left was to stall and crash? Someone who drove the 0 battle past thought to him.

At that moment, Ron slammed open the canopy and jumped out of the plane, which was in fact out of control.

"1, 2, 3, 4......" The wind whistled past Ron's face, and the dark green earth was blowing in his face. You can't open an umbrella yet, you can't ...... Now the Japanese still have the height to shoot me......"

A white umbrella flower bloomed at a height of more than 100 meters above the ground, and after only a few moments, it disappeared into the dark green rainforest.

Ron was in big trouble right now, as he cut a branch on his left arm as he walked through the canopy, and his umbrella was hung from a tall tree. Now Ron was dangling from a height of more than ten meters above the ground. Ron knew that he had to get out of here immediately, that he had landed closer to the Japanese position, and that the Japanese who saw him parachuting would definitely come looking for him!

He was too high above the ground now, and although there was a thick layer of soft soil made of dead branches and leaves on the ground of the rainforest, it was still very dangerous to cut off the umbrella belt and jump straight down. In case you fall and hurt your leg, let alone run away, even if you want to be a prisoner, the Japanese probably don't want it, (you can't work) and "die and die" directly.

Ron carefully tugged at the strap and hung it tightly. So he grabbed the strap and began to climb upwards. Soon it disappeared into the dense canopy.

Ten minutes later, a team of 38 large canopies appeared near the big tree.

"Miki-kun, look there!" A Japanese soldier shouted as he pointed somewhere in the canopy. In the green shade, a little white could be seen swaying in the wind.

An officer with an inferior command knife (some of the Japanese officers came from samurai families, and the knives they used were often authentic Japanese swords that had been handed down from their ancestors, while those who came from civilian backgrounds often had to use knives that were mass-produced from steel sheets, and were far inferior in quality) raised his binoculars and looked over.

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

Ron had tried to hide his parachute, but he was only halfway through it when he spotted the approaching Japanese and had to flee immediately.

Ron was now wading up a stream common in the rainforest (the Japanese were on the seashore, all downstream), through the dense foliage, and the sparkling sunlight filtered into the dark jungle. Glowing spots are formed on the ground and water. These spots of light danced with the swaying of the branches and leaves, like ghost fires. The reason why I chose to go up the stream is because there are few things like vines and thorns in the stream, and there is no need to use a knife to open the way when moving forward, which saves time and physical strength; The second is also because he is worried that the Japanese have military dogs. The stream would wash away the scent he left behind, making it impossible for military dogs to track what might be there.

But this is not without its dangers, first of all, the vicinity of the creek is the best place with the best light and the least shade, and it is easy to be spotted. And many animals come to the stream to drink, including leopards, Malayan bears, and perhaps the world's longest python, the anaconda. Ron had an M1911A1, .45 caliber bullet in his hand already loaded. But Ron knew not to shoot unless there was no way to do it, and although he didn't see the Japanese right now, they must be not far away.

However, this time the luck seemed to be good, and after walking for more than half an hour, Ron did not encounter any Japanese soldiers or beasts. So he sat down in the shadow of a large vine-covered tree by the stream in the direction of his approach, for on the one hand, he needed to rest and recuperate, which was consumed by trekking through the jungle; On the other hand, he needs to take care of the wound on his left arm. In the hot and humid rainy areas, the wound becomes infected at an alarming rate, and if left untreated, the inflamed wound can quickly kill him.

Biting down on the head of a .45 bullet with his teeth, Ron carefully sprinkled a bit of gunpowder on the wound, then stuffed the picked up stick in his mouth, then pulled out the lighter, stirred the flint, and then looked the yellow flame tremblingly against the wound.

With a soft sound of "snort", a pale blue gunpowder smoke slowly rose. Ron spat out the stick in his mouth, pulled out a piece of silk pulled from the parachute, and tied the wound tightly with the help of his mouth, and tied it in a knot. Just as he was gasping silently in satisfaction, raising his head, and preparing to move on, his eyes suddenly froze—on the ground only seven or eight meters in front of him, a python was crawling towards the stream, its markinged body was illuminated by light spots in some places, and hidden in the darkness in other places, making it impossible to see its exact length. But it is not difficult to tell from that thickness that it must be very long.

Ron subconsciously jerked back, his back slammed into another tree, he held the pistol in both hands, pointing it straight at it, although he didn't dare to shoot, but holding the gun would at least calm him down faster. "Oh my God, at least six or seven meters, maybe longer!"

Ron's movements startled the snake, which half-lifted itself and spat out letters in Ron's direction. Its dragging body on the ground was also retracted. Ron knew that doing so would make his next move more swift and powerful. It's just that Ron doesn't know what its next move will be. Man and snake confronted each other like this.

"Most snakes' eyes are extremely insensitive to motionless objects, which means that as long as you don't move, it can barely see you." A voice rang out in Ron's head, "Thank you National Geographic, God, Bodhisattva, it's good that I'm downwind and it can't smell me...... It's not going to be a minority, is it? ”

I don't know how long it took, but Ron felt as if a whole century had passed, and the snake gradually lowered itself and lay down. Ron let out a long sigh of relief, slowly put down the gun, and closed the safety with his hand. It seems that the National Geographic Channel is right.

Just as Ron was completely relaxed, the python suddenly straightened up half of its body again. Ron reflexively pulled the bolt at it...... The gun didn't go off, and no matter how hard Ron tried, the bolt didn't move - the safety hadn't been turned on yet.

This mistake saved up from the last mistake, and the python didn't spit out in Ron's direction this time, its head was pointing in the other direction - the direction Ron had come from. After a while, Ron also heard the sound of wading from that side, which seemed to be mixed with the sound of a dog barking, and it was clear that the Japanese were also following him along the stream.

Ron quietly retreated into the dark shade of the trees, looking nervously. At the same time, the python also quietly dived into the stream.