With the long "ly-groan" sound, the pilot landed, and the white parachute landed on his struggling body.

"Quick, come and help, Lao Tzu's foot is broken......"

Zhang Sixing, who landed safely in this regard, ran a few steps quickly and finally stabilized his figure.

At the same time, the two devil pilots also rushed towards Zhang Sixing with pistols.

"Don't move, guy in the parachute, you're not allowed to move......"

Throwing the delta wing aside, Zhang Sixing pulled the HP90's bolt, and then said with a smile,

"Two, don't shout so loudly, you are not allowed to move."

The sound of motorcycles came here, and the two seaplane pilots woke up like a dream, and while the two raised their hands and threw down their pistols, they glared at Zhang Sixing and scolded,

"These mud legs of the army are really unreliable, what do you say, just take a photo, and the prisoners will go to our navy."

In response to the questioning of the two Japanese, Zhang Sixing lit a cigarette for himself and replied in Japanese.

"I'm not lying, I want to take a picture, do you have a camera?"

Hearing Zhang Sixing's question, the two seaplane pilots who didn't understand the situation glanced at their chests. It was a high-class camera used by the Japanese to take photographs during reconnaissance flights.

Zhang Sixing was quite satisfied with the trophy, and was currently hanging the camera around his neck in front of the Japanese pilots who were glaring at him.

"This can't be, it's the equipment of the Navy, it has extremely important information for our Navy, you can't ......"

Waving his hand to the men on the motorcycle, Zhang Sixing looked at the two Japanese who couldn't figure out the situation funny, and turned to issue orders in Chinese,

"The two goods in the parachute came out, although they were a bit two, but they were our own pilots. These two goods, tie them up. ”

Hearing Zhang Sixing's mouth full of Beijing-flavored Chinese, both the one in the parachute and the two Japanese figured out the situation.

"You're Chinese, bastard, you ......"

The Japanese pilots, who suddenly realized that they had been captured, were furious, they were really wronged by the prisoners, and they landed down to catch up with the capture for a prisoner.

At this time, the pilot who was brought out of the parachute by Zhang Sixing's men shouted at this time,

"Hey, I said, you're cunning enough......"

Hearing the bad tone, Zhang Sixing asked rhetorically when he handed him cigarettes,

"What is Lao Tzu cunning, if Lao Tzu is not cunning, your kid will celebrate the anniversary today next year."

With seven points of handsomeness, the pilot took out a lighter and shook his head when he lit a cigarette,

"No, it's not ......"

lit a cigarette and took two puffs before continuing,

"I said you were cunning enough to dare to run around with a group of people in Japanese uniforms."

Looking at the military uniform on his body, Zhang Sixing shrugged,

"Soldiers never tire of deception"

"Phew, fart soldiers don't get tired of cheating, you're a villain embryo, and you still shot people in the back at night."

Hearing the pilot's arrogant provocation, Zhang Sixing also snorted,

"Bah, just something like you, next time the bastard will save you. Okay, now I've got you saved too, you can fuck off......"

"Belch"

The pilot, who had his arms on the two infantrymen, jumped a few steps towards Zhang Sixing with one leg, and shouted nonsense,

"There's a plane, and I'm going to fly it. Anyway, it's useless for you to keep it, just give it to me, and by the way, I'll bring these two captives back to Jurong. ”

"Jurong?"

Zhang Sixing suddenly remembered that the order Falkenhausen gave him was to go to Jurong, he stopped and asked,

"You haven't withdrawn yet, the devil's attack is quite fast."

"No, I heard that we are going to run a paratrooper school there, and there is an American named Chennault, who is also waiting for that German guy there......"

Speaking of which, the pilot seemed to react and tried to ask,

"Your surname is Zhang, you flew out of the Sixing warehouse, you are ......"

patting the pilot's head with his hand, Zhang Sixing replied in a mocking tone,

"You're such a fool, I can't fly a plane, and you can't lay eggs with that thing. And those two pilots, you always bring them back to ask for credit. But ......"

Then he looked at the pilot with a smile on his face and shook his head in confusion,

"You're so naïve, how can you be a pilot."

"Hey, Lao Tzu is a little silly, Lao Tzu wants to duel with you......"

The pilot on the shoulders of the two infantrymen jumped on one leg, still with an unruly morality,

"You big-headed ghost, come and take a picture with Lao Tzu, and you can get out after taking the picture. If you want to be beaten, go back and recite the sutra a few more times, and bless Lao Tzu to reach the air base alive. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Sixing stood in front of the seaplane, and a soldier put the two captured pilots in front of the plane like trophies.

"Stand up, Lao Tzu will take pictures of you."

As soon as they heard that they were going to take pictures, the soldiers happily gathered together and lined up in two rows, and even drove their motorcycles over.

Looking at the soldiers in front of him from the camera, the second cargo pilot with a smile on his face, and the Japanese pilot with a bitter face, Zhang Sixing pressed the shutter, and then took another photo with another person.

Two sturdy Japanese pilots were stuffed into the back seat, and then the pilot, who was overjoyed by being rescued, forced out a serious look.

Before getting on the plane, he solemnly saluted Lin Sixing,

"Li Yinbao solemnly thanked you, and also thanked my brother Li Yinhu, the one who rode the grain truck with me that night."

Listening to this name, Zhang Sixing felt that he wanted to laugh at the same time, and the words tiger, leopard and jackal flashed in his mind, how big the father of this name was.

He jokingly asked,

"Tiger and leopard, I'm afraid there are still jackals, your dad ......"

"There is also a younger sister Li Saifeng, she also wants to come, but my father said that girls can't go to the battlefield unless they are all dead."

As he spoke, Li Yinhu had a serious and solemn look on his face, sweeping away the appearance of the second goods just now.

Hearing such words, Zhang Sixing knew that people who were not knowledgeable and knowledgeable would not have such an education. After all, there are more overseas Chinese, but those who can send their two sons back to China to participate in the war will definitely not mention allegiance to the party-state.

This is a bit like himself, far away from politics, but when the Chinese nation is in danger, he will stand up without regrets.

At least this represents the pure innocence of many overseas Chinese for the motherland and the Chinese nation.

Zhang Sixing stood upright, saluted seriously,

"When I went back and wrote home, I told the old man that I saluted him with Zhang Sixing."

All this really has the flavor of a gentleman, but this second-hand cargo pilot, who kept this solemnity really couldn't last two minutes, he started the plane.

When the propeller began to spin and accelerate, he suddenly yelled at Zhang Sixing,

"Don't make up your mind, my sister is baby, my family only accepts money."