Luckily we didn't die, except for a few who were injured, others were just a little frightened. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The plane did not crash, it was not shot, and the reason why it fell down was because the Germans gave the pilot's attention, and he decided to die and survive.

The Germans knew that the Japanese fighters behind were just passing by. They didn't target us.

The Japanese didn't chase us when they saw that we had fallen, so they fell for the Germans.

Later, Shiratori heard that all this was a plan that the Germans had come up with, and instead of thanking the Germans for saving him, he kept blaming the Germans for not telling him in advance, which made him terrified.

In order to appease his anger, he often called the German soldier, the German.

The plane made a forced landing on a swamp next to a small island in New Guinea. People urged the captain to take off quickly.

The people who could still move were lying by the window looking at the deserted island outside, and we came to a strange place.

"What kind of place is this," Shiratori asked me.

"I don't know," I said simply. In the process of falling, I was scratched on the thigh by something, and I was still bleeding and in pain.

"Man, are you alright?" said the old black concerned about me.

"It's okay, thank you," I smiled at him.

Lao Hei shouted in Filipino, "Is there a doctor?"

Suddenly, a Filipino girl stood up timidly and said, "I, I'm a doctor, is there anything I can help with?" ”

Her name is Sharia, a little girl in her twenties, an authentic traditional race in the Philippines, with dark skin, big eyes, and thick lips, she can be said to be God's last gift to us, because she is the only doctor in this cabin.

She used skillful movements and quickly stopped the bleeding for me.

I should have thanked her for leaving me before I could say anything, and she rescued a child whose hand had been cut off from his seat.

All of a sudden, she became an angel among us.

"Very nice girl," Shiratori couldn't help but praise.

What makes me even more worried is why the plane hasn't taken off for so long.

"Why don't you take off yet," I said, holding on to the armrest in my seat, and walked towards the cab.

I heard the captain complaining from afar, and coincidentally, the plane was broken.

"Hell" the German punched the gavel with his fist.

I returned to my place and sat down.

Suddenly, Shiratori lay down, and he seemed to feel something.

Suddenly he raised his head and said, "Do you feel that our plane is sinking." ”

He reminded me of that. Unfortunately, our plane was parked in the swamp and it was sinking into the swamp at a certain speed.

I stood up and said, "Everyone sit quietly, now our plane is parked in the swamp, and the more you move, the faster you sink." ”

At first, people were still very quiet, but after a while, the plane could not take off, and people began to panic.

"Take off," the people shouted in panic.

"You think it's a bird, you can fly if you want to," Shiratori said to himself, speaking Mandarin so few people could understand it.

"Looks like it's going to be dead this time." Shiratori muttered to himself.

"Shut up" and knocked him on the head is still Lao Hei.

"What to do, man," the old black asked me.

I shook my head silently.

At this time, someone could no longer stand the taste of despair and opened the door, he wanted to escape. He leaped into the swamp and splashed some dirt sticking to my scream, his weight not sinking fast.

"Look what that is," Shiratori pointed to the strip-shaped object on the man who was crawling all over the jump.

"Oh my God," the old black cried out in fear.

I have read in the book that there is an animal called the water locust, which lives on the swamp and feeds on the blood of humans or animals, they have no bones, they are soft, and they look extremely disgusting, but the book says that it is not so big, about 30 centimeters to the touch, and five to six centimeters wide.

Big is not the most creepy, but more is the most terrifying.

After a while, the man's whole body was covered with this terrible animal. The man struggled for a while and then could no longer move.

After a few minutes of touching, the man's blood should have been sucked dry.

As soon as the dense locusts dispersed, they hid under the aquatic weeds, and as soon as there was any movement, they immediately rushed to the peak, and the man was still sinking.

Standing on the plane, people could see the man who was sucked all the holes, the water next to him was stained blood, and his eyes were sucked out. To describe this scene in one word is to be miserable.

Seeing such a terrible crisis hidden in this calm swamp, no one dared to jump anymore.

People are desperate, helpless. Our planes are still sinking.

It is impossible for the plane to take off, there is no way to glide. If we let it sink, we may be suffocated by drowning in the dirt, or we may be sucked dry by thousands of blood locusts.

"Hero, you should think of a way, can we just wait for death?" Shiratori said, shaking my shoulder.

I'm still seriously cleaning the dirt off my face.

"You think heroes are the way to produce machines, and if you say there is, there will be." In the face of such a panic, Lao Hei has not forgotten to say a word of humor.

"Then wait for death," Shiratori said disappointedly.

"It's not that there's no way," the old black poked at the white bird.

"What's the way," Shiratori asked coldly.

He knew that what came out of the old black's mouth was nothing but jokes, and it was nonsense.

"Throw you in and feed the locust, and it won't want us."

"Roll the calf"

"Hero, you have something to say."

"I'm not trying to figure it out." I rubbed the dirt from my face onto his clothes, and it was just out of hare.

I glanced at Shiratori, and he thought I had bad intentions, so he sat away from me a little.

"Don't pick the dirt off your face, you're dying, do you still love cleanliness so much" He was right, I am indeed a person who loves cleanliness.

"I'm right, I'll feed the locusts by throwing you in the swamp, and I'll be able to escape," I said funny.

"No, no, the little body of the white bird, thrown into the swamp, even if the water grasshopper can't even feed the bones," said the old black grin.

Those who were only thinking about how to escape, and who didn't understand Mandarin, didn't understand what we were talking about, let alone what we were laughing at.

I figured they must have thought we were going crazy with fear.