"Attention all crew members! Attention all crew members! This unit is under attack! Under attack! The non-sensitively colorful computer-synthesized sound, accompanied by the flashing red warning lights, kept repeating in the various cabins of the transport plane. At the same time, the whole transport plane began to swing up and down in an irregular way, and it felt even crazier than riding a roller coaster.

"Jimu, what the fuck is going on?" In the midst of the frantic jolting, McCarron grabbed a cabin doorknob in a panic, took off the cabin intercom, and yelled hoarsely amid the terrible siren.

"Sir, we are suddenly attacked by unidentified anti-aircraft fire from the ground! The left wing was hit, and the plane was out of control! The pilot replied intermittently from the intercom, and from time to time the co-pilot's nervous data report could be heard: "The power system has dropped by 38%, and the hydraulic control system has been injured ......"

"Holy shit, can you see which guy who doesn't have long eyes setting off fireworks indiscriminately?"

"I don't know, sir! Ah, the second wave of missiles is coming, quick, right sharp turn xiangshang climbs! The pilot in the intercom responded to McCarron and shouted in panic.

Macallan was shocked when he heard this, and quickly grabbed the hatch handle and pressed it tightly against the bulkhead. Then, two loud explosions were faintly heard outside the cabin, and the entire transport plane seemed to be thrown up, and the volley turned upside down, causing the Macallan to spin for a while.

"Holy shit, I want to play to death Uncle He!" Not far from The Macallan, the cabin with the door open, there was also a squeaky roar, especially Haoyi's unique voice.

"Jimu, how's it going?" Finally waiting for the plane to regain its balance, McCarron ignored the uncomfortable feeling in his belly, grabbed the intercom with one hand and yelled loudly.

"Sir,...... Crash landing......" McCarron only heard the word "crash landing" clearly, and there was a squeaky murmur in the intercom.

"!" McCarron knew in his heart that the pilot must be unable to control the plane, so he had to make an emergency landing. And once it is forced to land, the crew in the transport plane will definitely be dead and dead, especially like McCarron, who does not even have a decent set of protective armor except for a thin military police officer uniform, which is almost ironclad to report to Lord Yama. Therefore, McAllan was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat, and when he saw the cabin that was open not far away, his heart moved, and he wanted to move over, because he knew that there must be heavy land armor in the cabin where Haoyi and the others were.

However, when McCarron had just struggled to move two steps, a loud noise came from the nose of the plane, and the entire transport plane trembled violently, and a ball of flame suddenly struck from both sides, instantly engulfing Macallan's figure......

I don't know how long it took, Haoyi struggled to open his eyes in a burst of soreness. In front of me is a holographic mask with broken lines, I can't see the scene outside the mask clearly, there is a blind sound in the intercom next to my ear, and my head, body, and limbs seem to be transmitting bursts of heart-piercing pain to the pain nerves everywhere.

"He, uncle!" Hao Yi bared his teeth and popped out three words, feeling that his arms and hands were still obedient, so he endured the pain and raised his hand to take off his mask with great difficulty, and a tragic crash scene came into Hao Yi's eyes.

A transport plane that was originally tens of meters long broke into several pieces and scattered in this valley. Everywhere were pieces of wreckage of fuselage parts of different shapes, either emitting green smoke or burning with sparks. Between the charred wreckage, there were blue figures scattered dotted, which were military police members in marine armor, Hu Liangtao and others.

"I'm X! For Mao Tzu Lao Tzu to sit on this damn transport plane, God the old man will fucking let Lao Tzu play crash! His uncle, could it be that Lao Tzu was born to be a transport aircraft nemesis? Hao Yi shook his head, which was probably still in shock, took a deep breath of the air full of smoke and dust, reluctantly sat up, glanced around, leaned against a piece of wreckage, and complained depressedly while moving his hands and feet. Haoyi clearly remembers that not long ago when he was in Solomi, he was also beaten down from the sky on a transport plane, but that time the transport plane was snatched from the rebels.

Scolding and scolding, Hao Yi took a few rough breaths, and then lowered his head to check the injuries on his body. Except for some of the armor on his torso and legs, which were somewhat deformed and dented, the armor on Haoyi's body did not show any major destructive damage. In other words, apart from the internal injuries caused by the violent impact, Haoyi did not have any serious obvious external injuries. This is probably because at the time of this crash, the transport plane was originally in an ultra-low-altitude flight state, and the height from the ground was far less high than when it crashed last time, or maybe because before the crash, Haoyi panicked and luckily got into an open glove cabinet in the cabin to store items. All in all, the unlucky kid was lucky enough to survive the tragic crash.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with him, Hao Yi breathed a sigh of relief and looked up to carefully check the scene around the crash site. As the vision that had been shaken down gradually became clearer, it was vaguely recognizable that this was a low valley sandwiched by two mountain beams running east-west, and that the valley about four or five hundred meters long was a narrow mountain pass at each end. The transport plane that Haoyi was riding fell impartially in the middle of the valley. Because there is no holographic electronic map, Haoyi, who was stunned, has no way of knowing where he is now.

"Two fat!" After relieving a few breaths, Haoyi gritted his teeth and stood up with the still hot wreckage behind him, looking at the dozens of blue figures scattered between the wreckage of the plane, his heart tightened, and he couldn't help shouting loudly.

Obviously, everyone else's injuries were more serious than Hao Yi's, so Hao Yi was the first to wake up. But no matter how hard Hao Yi called the names of Hu Erpang, Chen Changhao and others, the blue figures all over the ground were still straight and upright, showing no signs of moving. In desperation, Hao Yi could only open the armor masks of those marines one by one among the wreckage all over the ground, looking for Hu Erpang and others.

Maybe he was lucky enough, after Haoyi checked three or five people, he dug out the unconscious Hu Erpang under a half-person-high airplane steel plate.

"Second fat, wake up the fuck!" Hu Erpang's helmet mask was also deformed and cracked, and the armor on his body was also broken in one or two places, and there was faint red blood oozing out. Haoyi wasted a lot of effort before he used a dagger to pry open Hu Erfat's broken mask. Inside the mask, Hu Er's fat teeth were clenched, and his originally fair fat face became more and more pale at this time because of the lack of blood, and Hao Yi's heart was worried.

Just as Hao Yi patted Hu Erpang's face vigorously and wanted to wake him up, suddenly a low engine roar came from the direction of Taniguchi in the distance. Haoyi was shocked, and hurriedly followed the prestige, and faintly saw a light off-road vehicle carrying two or three gray-white figures, whistling past the valley mouth, and driving straight here.

"I'm X! Rebels! Hao Yideng's scalp was numb, and he hurriedly lowered his head to find a rifle. Busy looking for Hu Erpang and the others before, Hao Yi didn't bother to look for the lost rifle, but in a hurry, there was not a single spike rifle within three or five meters of the vicinity. Seeing that the locomotive was approaching rapidly, and the muzzle of the black hole of the heavy machine gun on the car was already clearly visible, Hao Yi's heart was horizontal, and he simply lay down next to Hu Erfat, put on a very chic posture and began to pretend to be dead.

With a soft "squeak", the locomotive stopped not far from Haoyi, and then two rebels in gray-and-white marine armor jumped out of the locomotive. Looking at the wreckage of the plane and the dozens of "corpses" of Union soldiers, the two rebel marines seemed a little nervous for a moment, clicked the bolt on the rifle again, and held the rifle back to back and carefully aimed at the corpses four times. The rebel who remained in the car, operating the heavy machine gun, was equally guarded.

Probably not seeing anything moving, the three rebels breathed a sigh of relief, and the two marines next to the car met and whispered a few words, and then began to disperse, searching the wreckage and the blue "corpses" everywhere in the opposite direction.

Listening to the slow and rhythmic sound of metal combat boots stepping on the ground faintly coming from the ground getting closer and closer, Hao Yi's heart with his eyes closed became slightly nervous, and the big hand holding the steel dagger hidden under him seemed to be faintly oozing fine sweat, making the armor and gloves a little damp.

"Huh!" Coincidentally, the sound of the combat boots stomping on the ground actually stopped near the place where Hao Yi was lying, and then a low cry of surprise came to Hao Yi's ears through the external sound transmission system of the armor. Hao Yi quietly opened his eyes when he heard the sound, but he could only see a pair of big feet wrapped in metal combat boots parked about half a meter above his head.

"Damn, what is this guy going to do?" Haoyi couldn't help frowning slightly, cursed in his heart, and hurriedly closed his eyes tightly.

However, the next moment, accompanied by a slight sound of armor, a cold thing with slippery arc corners actually touched Hao Yi's face.

"Spike guns!" Haoyi's brain suddenly exploded, and the cold hairs on his body stood upside down. You must know that at this moment, as long as the rebel's finger gently pulls the trigger, Haoyi's head, which has grown for nearly twenty years, will immediately be blown into a pulp.

The barrel of the spike gun slammed into Hao Yi's cheek, as if the rebel wanted to flip Hao Yi's face to see if Hao Yi was still alive. Because he probably didn't see Hao Yi with a weapon in his hand, the rebel was not too nervous, just half leaned down and stared at Hao Yi who was pretending to be dead through the holographic mask.

Time passed minute by minute, and the nerves in Haoyi's body were tightly tensed, only to feel as if it had been as long as centuries, and cold sweat seemed to be about to move on his forehead.

"Damn, don't let it out!" Hao Yi secretly prayed in his heart that the cold sweat on his forehead would not flow out at this time. If the rebel was discovered, then Haoyi would immediately have to turn into a real headless corpse.

"Spear, come and see!" I don't know how long it took, Haoyi finally felt the cold muzzle of the gun next to his cheek move, and it seemed that the rebel also straightened up, turned back and shouted hello to his companion.

"I'll grass your uncle!" Opened his eyes slightly again, and saw that the rebel was turning back to greet his companions, and the muzzle of the rifle in his hand was also inadvertently pointed at the open space next to him, Haoyi immediately realized that the time had come. With an abrupt shout, Hao Yi jumped up from the ground, one steel arm clamped the rebel's neck from behind, and the other hand brandished a steel dagger, and then stabbed the rebel in the left chest with a click.