The first time he fired, the cannonball almost grazed Dix's body, less than a meter away, and the air flow brought by the cannonball as it flew over made him feel a burning heat, as if death would come at any moment.

Deckers' hands could only hold on tightly to the parachute line, struggling to change the direction of the fall, which was too difficult for an ordinary round umbrella like him.

Now, the other party has come full circle and is back, this time, the other party will definitely correct the trajectory, can he still live?

Yes, of course! Don't give up hope at any time!

Dirks' hand touched the pistol on his waist, just when he jumped off the plane, he fired three shots, and now, this M1911 pistol for self-defense, a total of seven bullets, now there are four more in it, this is his only weapon.

With a pistol, fire at an airplane, that's absolutely a fantasy.

The effective range of the pistol is almost a hundred meters at most, and if you aim the pistol at a person to shoot, you will be sure almost within fifty meters, which is still only to the body, and it is even more difficult to hit the head.

What if it was changed to the air? There is no amount of advance, the relative speed of the two sides is very large, and it is absolutely impossible to shoot.

But now, Dirks only has such a weapon, and he is going to make the final fight!

This time, be sure to get closer, get closer!

Saburo Okamoto piloted the plane, slowly approaching the other side, and through the rotating propeller, the target in front of him got closer and closer, and then he pressed the cannon button again.

"Tom tom!"

At the moment when his cannon fired, suddenly, the target actually shook!

The air current, this time it must be the air current, because a sudden convection in the air made the parachute shake a little, and as a result, the shells flew again!

At this time, Saburo Okamoto was angry.

Is he going to fly again?

Of course not, if he goes around again, he can't afford to lose this person, he didn't hit twice, and it will be a joke to go back.

He didn't kick the rudder, so the fighter continued to rush towards the target.

That's right, it's impact! He's going to knock the other person to death.

Of course, it's not a complete impact, he flies straight over, as long as the end of the propeller can have intimate contact with that person, so that the propeller will stir that person into minced meat, this is definitely the most blood-pumping time!

As for what parachute rope is wrapped around the propeller, Saburo Okamoto doesn't care, as long as he avoids it in time, it's fine, besides, he believes that his high-horsepower engine, even if there is parachute rope entanglement, can break the parachute line.

In short, Saburo Okamoto is annoyed, the consequences are serious, so that you obediently wait to be shelled, actually move around, and now kill you with a propeller!

The engines were rumbling, and the BF109 fighter continued to fly, and directly ahead of its course was the unlucky guy who was landing.

When he first attacked, the distance was a terrible three hundred meters, and now, the fighter plane is flying at a speed of one hundred meters per second, it seems that it is only a matter of a moment, and Okamoto Saburo made this decision, and it was decided without going through his brain.

At this time, his retina was full of the person under the parachute, and he could clearly see that the other party had raised a pistol.

It was true that a crosswind had saved his life just now, but now, in the last seconds of his life, Dirks had completely calmed down, he was breathing steadily, the parachute hung on him, and he landed steadily, it was simply an excellent aiming platform.

His two hands stretched out together, his right hand holding the handle of the gun, his left hand holding the front, and his two hands together in the most stable way of standing, his eyes looked at the incoming fighter plane, and looked at the pilot in front of him.

Aim for each other's heads!

Dirks was originally a gunner, with a pair of sharp eyes, and his mind was also silently calculating his advance, and at the same time, calmly estimating the distance.

Suddenly, his index finger moved.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding." Four shots in succession, Dirks quickly moved his index finger four times in just one second, completing four fires, and at the same time, each time he fired, he had to twist the barrel of the gun slightly, so that the bullets continued to shoot in front of the opponent.

The distance was so close that Saburo Okamoto could see the flames coming out of the muzzle, and at this time, Saburo Okamoto was wide-eyed.

On his retina, those bullets were coming towards him.

At this moment, it seemed that time had slowed down, as if it were slow motion, and he could see the warhead spinning and flying towards him.

Due to the height difference, the bullet almost grazed the edge of the propeller, and then, flying over the edge of his windshield, the first bullet hit the backrest behind him, and the sound of the bullet colliding with the metal was so harsh.

The second bullet grazed his scalp, and at this moment, he wanted to bow his head and shrink in, but then, the third bullet flew in.

The bullet hit him exactly between his eyebrows, leaving a bullet hole.

At this time, the distance between the two sides was less than fifty meters.

The plane, which also almost completely occupied Dirks' retina, was a huge plane that rushed towards Dirks, and the propeller, churning the air, made a whining sound, as if it could shatter him in the next moment.

But then, he saw the pilot pop in the center of his eyebrow and saw the pilot fall on the lever.

Thankfully, it was down.

If the opponent dies with his head leaning against his back, then Dex's life will also end, and now, the opponent is lying on his stomach and immediately presses the lever.

The nose of the BF109 fighter instantly tilted downward and began to dive downward.

The propeller on the nose of the plane, just as it was about to cut off the Dex, changed direction and brushed against the Dex's feet, and then, the fuselage, also went down with a graceful arc.

Not good, and a vertical tail in the tail!

The vertical tail of any aircraft is tall, which is related to the stability of the direction of the aircraft's flight, and it turns when needed.

Now, that vertical tail is rowing towards Dirks, this is an aluminum alloy skeleton, an aluminum alloy skinned guy, at the current speed, as fast as a knife!

At this time, the knife was about to slash at Dirks's body, so Dirks had no choice but to stretch his legs hard, and this time, his legs were straight.

It used to be vertical, now horizontal, and in the sky, Dirks made a big split in the air.

I saw that the hanging tail crossed from Dirks's legs, it was just a thousand shots, Dirks felt his crotch, a cold snort, and looked down to see that the crotch had been torn and became open crotch pants.