Prostrate on the ground to avoid the attack of the devil soldiers, Wu Haohan pulled out a revolver from his waist, and quickly broke the hammer to prepare to return fire.

However, as soon as Wu Haohan wanted to shoot at the devil, he was so overwhelmed by the devil's bullet rain that he couldn't raise his head.

At a distance of 100 meters, the leader of the devil's squad saw that Wu Haohan was overwhelmed by his own firepower, and the captain of the devil's squad signaled to stop shooting.

At this time, out of the devils of the squad came a senior soldier who could speak Chinese, and he shouted in the broken Nanjing dialect: "Listen to the warriors of the Chinese army on the other side, we hope that you will lay down your arms and surrender to the 6th Division of our Imperial Army, and give you three minutes to think about it."

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

And to gain air supremacy, it is necessary to master a strong air force.

In addition to high-performance fighters and bombers, the Air Force also needs skilled pilots.

As the saying goes, a good saddle matches a good horse, no matter how high the technical level of a fighter is, without a good pilot to fly it, it is difficult to give full play to its full strength.

Pilots are more valuable than fighter jets.

The plane is gone, as long as you are willing to spend money, you can manufacture it in batches through the assembly line, so as to replenish it in a short time.

And if the pilot is lost, then the problem is big, and it can't be produced as much as a fighter jet wants.

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

But this sword-wielding warrior needs talent, and not everyone can use this sword well.

Every pilot is one in a hundred, or even one in a thousand.

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

The planes are gone, and the pilots can still find fighters to continue to form combat effectiveness.

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

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

Chop the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze blows and grows.

Look at that tone, these little devils want to capture Wu Haohan alive and go back to receive merit and ask for a reward!

It is better to be broken than to be complete.

In Wu Haohan's dictionary, there is no such thing as "surrender".

Don't talk nonsense with that devil first-class soldier at all, Wu Haohan raised his hand and pulled the trigger on his head.

Seeing Wu Haohan toasting and not eating and drinking, the angry devil squad leader suddenly pulled out his command knife: "Capture that pilot of the Zhina Army alive for me!"

For a while, the devil's rifle and light machine gun opened fire again fiercely.

The distance of 100 meters is ideal for a revolver to exert firepower.

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

With the blessing of accurate marksmanship, the revolver in Wu Haohan's hand can be said to be a hundred shots, pointing wherever it hits in an instant, and five bullets knocked down four devils.

Ducking down to avoid the rain of bullets from the devil, Wu Haohan found that the devil had been forced to a distance of 50 meters.

With a quick movement, the revolver's nest was opened, and Wu Haohan, who had poured out the cartridge case, stuffed the last three bullets on the holster into the nest.

Hit two, save one.

The last bullet is to be kept for yourself.

China has no captured air forces.

Wu Haohan would rather raise his gun and kill himself than fall into the hands of the little devil.

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

Raising his hand and shooting two shots to knock down another devil, Wu Haohan found that there was only the last bullet left in the bullet nest.

At this time, the devil was getting closer and closer to Wu Haohan, and it was only about 20 meters away.

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

Damn, could it be that the last bullet was a stink bomb?

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

However, Wu Haohan's brain was still unharmed.

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

Seeing the devil covering his eyes and falling to the ground, Wu Haohan suddenly picked up a Type 38 rifle with a vertical step.

Holding up the bright bayonet, Wu Haohan, who had a murderous face, confronted dozens of little devils who were also holding bayonets who had already surrounded him.

Perhaps shocked by Wu Haohan's unyielding spirit, the devil's squad leader personally persuaded him to surrender: "Surrender!" Lay down your arms and the Imperial Army will give preferential treatment to the captives! ”

He spat hard, and Wu Haohan, whose eyes were full of murderous energy, shouted: "No way! Since joining the Chinese Air Force, I have learned not to surrender. Come on, little devil! Have a good time! ”

Seeing that Wu Haohan still didn't eat hard and soft, the captain of the devil squad waved his hand again.

The two devil soldiers exchanged glances at each other, raised their bayonets and stabbed them at Wu Haohan's waist.

Wu Haohan practiced Wing Chun before enlisting in the army, and he knew a little about martial arts fighting, and he also practiced assassination when he entered the army.

One to two, Wu Haohan still has no pressure.

I saw Wu Haohan's flexible retreat, just letting the bayonets of the two little devils, and at the same time, the bayonet in Liang Shanhao's hand also stabbed into the ribs of one of the devils.

Pulling out the bayonet suddenly, Wu Haohan went on to stab another devil in the thigh, followed by a Wing Chun step, and then stabbed the devil who fell to the ground.

Blood splashed Wu Haohan's face, and Wu Haohan once again put on a standard stabbing posture towards the three devils who bumped into him.

Between the lightning and flint, Wu Haohan fought three more rounds with the three devils.

The three devils were not Wu Haohan's opponents at all, and they were all knocked to the ground by Wu Haohan one by one.

Rao is like this, Wu Haohan's back waist is still hit by a fierce bayonet.

Forcibly enduring the pain in his lower back, Wu Haohan, who still maintained the stabbing action, continued to confront the remaining devils.

Seeing that Wu Haohan was alone and overturned his five soldiers, the leader of the devil squad couldn't help but be surprised.

I thought that the Air Force was definitely a bronze in the stab, but I didn't expect it to be a king!

For a pilot, this stabbing technique is too amateurish!

Forget it, let's stop playing with bayonets, and speak directly with the bullets in Wang Ba's box!

However, before the leader of the devil squad could shoot at Wu Haohan, a sudden rain of bullets from the MG34 general-purpose machine gun came from behind.

The leader of the devil squad 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 rest of the devil soldiers were also killed.

The ghost soldiers who had not yet been hit by the bullets also crawled to the ground, looking for cover and dodging the bullets of the MG34 general-purpose machine gun.

Raising the Mauser 98K rifle in his hand and knocking down a devil machine gunner, Liang Shanhao opened his voice and shouted: "Third battalion commander, quickly, protect the pilot."

Twelve soldiers of the 1st Reserve Regiment, armed with MP40 submachine guns, rushed towards the devil soldiers.

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

One pulled up Wu Haohan, who was also lying on the ground, and the commander of the third battalion held the MG34 general-purpose machine gun and retreated while fighting.

The number of devils is getting smaller and smaller, and there are only eleven people left in the entire infantry squad.

But at this moment, a squadron of the 6th Division officially launched an attack on the 1st Reserve Regiment.

Grenades and mortars continued to greet Liang Shanhao's rescue forces.

Shout! Shout! Shout!

Thundered! Thundered!

Suddenly, Liang Shanhao's two fighters armed with MG34 general-purpose machine guns were knocked out by artillery fire.

Staring at the general-purpose machine gun on the ground that was not damaged, Liang Shanhao shouted at the top of his voice: "Blow up those two machine guns, and the others will protect the pilot!"

Holding a handful of flower traps in one hand, Wang Da Niu teased: "Tuanza!" This...... What a pity it was blown up! ”

With a glaring of eyes, Liang Shanhao scolded sharply: "Damn, we can't take it away now, we can't leave it to the little devil!" Quick, execute the order! ”

Seeing that the two MG34 general-purpose machine guns were shattered in the explosion, the remaining four machine gunners broke with general-purpose machine guns, while Liang Shanhao escorted the pilot and ran towards the Yuhuatai position.

In the face of intensive fire suppression, the devil's infantry naturally did not dare to catch up rashly.

The Type 38 rifle, which pulls the bolt and shoots a single bullet, simply cannot talk head-on to the Hellfire organized by the MG34 general-purpose machine gun.

But the little devil's artillery fire is not vegetarian, and the fight is accurate!

Wave after wave of cannonballs chased Liang Shanhao as if they had eyes, and their heels smashed.