For a pilot, skydiving is not an easy task. Losing his plane and trusting his life on a rag is definitely a very embarrassing experience for him.
Hanging precariously on his parachute in the cold wind, Zhao Feng felt that he might fall to his death in this strange place.
Although he is a Chinese, he has never been to the southern oil fields, nor to Wangchun City, nor to Tengyun, nor to Nanfengkou.
But now, he has indeed arrived, and he has arrived here in a way that he will never forget: he is floating in the wind, with the earth getting closer and closer under his feet.
As a person with the surname Zhao, Zhao Feng's origins are indeed extraordinary: he is a member of the royal family, but apart from his genealogy, he really has nothing to do with the real royal family now.
His grandfather's grandfather's ancestor was a blood brother of the emperor at that time, and was named a British Duke. He was also a prominent royal relative at that time.
It's a pity that the subsequent heirs were not very capable, had no ability, and did not dare to join in the investment. In the end, after the new emperor ascended the throne, he gradually fell out of favor and only got a downgraded title.
So the prominent duke became a marquis, the marquis was demoted to an earl, the earl was demoted to a viscount after two generations, and the viscount committed a crime and was punished and demoted to a baron...
Later, he started working as a lieutenant in a junior high school, as a lieutenant... By the time Zhao Feng arrived, he was almost unable to make it as a lieutenant, so he took the opportunity to go to Long Island to learn to be a pilot.
After becoming a pilot, he took advantage of the Great China Empire's efforts to build the air force and retained his rank as a captain, barely becoming an officer.
As a result, this time, as an elite pilot who had been to Dragon Island for training, he was ordered to fly a state-of-the-art fighter jet to perform an escort mission, but he was shot down in this useless place.
He didn't even know where he fell. The moment his legs landed on the ground, he even felt that he might never be able to leave the wheelchair for the rest of his life.
The huge impact made his legs seem to be broken. Before he could confirm whether he had broken his legs, the white parachute above his head came down, making him unable to distinguish between east, west and north.
Zhao Feng, who was frightened to death by the parachute above his head, quickly used his hands to lift the parachute covering him. As a result, a gust of wind blew over and the parachute pulled him down again.
Ignoring the pain in his knees, Zhao Feng began to untie the straps on his body. The umbrella he was wearing was a good item imported from the Tang Dynasty, and it was quite easy to take off.
The parachutes used by the bomber pilots are all imitations produced by the Dahua Empire itself, and no one knows the quality. However, the parachutes used by their fighter pilots are imported from Datang, and I heard that there are very few quality problems.
Panting heavily, Zhao Feng emerged from the white parachute that had completely covered the ground. The good news is that his legs are not broken, so he can still walk; the bad news is that he can only walk now...
In the wilderness, there were trees and shrubs all around. Only the place where he landed was an open space, and there seemed to be a small village in the distance.
Zhao Kai carefully identified the location, and then saw the remains of a fighter jet burning and smoking not far from where he landed.
He touched his waist and pulled out a revolver from there. This is the standard self-defense weapon of the Dahua Empire pilots. Each one has six rounds of ammunition, so they are innocent.
Carrying the pistol, he staggered towards the wreckage of the fighter jet that was smoking. He didn't know if there would be anything there, but curiosity made him walk over.
What he was thinking was that if he could meet an unlucky companion there, the two of them might be able to help each other and not be too lonely.
However, Wangshan is a dead horse. This seemingly short distance is not easy to walk. The grass here is very high, and one foot is deep and the other is shallow when walking in the dirt. After walking for a long time, it seems that I have not walked very far.
He is a royal relative of the Dahua Empire. If he is captured, will he embarrass the royal family? As he walked forward, Zhao Feng was thinking about questions in his mind.
If you encounter enemies at that moment, will you have to fight them to the end? First shoot and kill five enemies, and then use the last bullet to kill yourself?
If I do this, will I be praised by the emperor? Will my two children receive knighthoods for this?
I guess so? He will probably be promoted to a junior high school... This junior high school is different from the real school officials. It has a low-class "noble" title, and its status may not be as good as the "knight" title given by the feudal lord.
Just thinking about it, Zhao Feng walked to the side of the crashed plane. After taking a closer look, he recognized that it was a bomber from the Dahua Empire, but most of the body was damaged during the fall, so
The rest of it doesn't look big.
He saw the remaining support bars at the wing roots of the aircraft's wings, as well as the broken steel wire ropes. Then he saw the dead machine gunner in front of the cabin, hanging there like a piece of dried meat.
Zhao Feng staggered over and walked under the hanging machine gunner. Zhao Feng frowned involuntarily. He saw the body of the machine gunner whose body had been shot through by bullets, and the nose of the machine that had more than half of it broken into pieces.
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The power of Datang's cannons was so terrifying, Zhao Feng had just experienced it. His plane was only hit twice by cannons, and he had to abandon the plane immediately and jump out of the cabin.
If he had been a little later and hesitated for a few seconds, he might not have even had the chance to parachute: his plane would soon shatter into two halves in the air.
In the choking smoke, Zhao Feng walked around half of the wing to look at the cockpit of the bomber. What shocked him was that the pilot was still in the cockpit, hanging on the seat with his head hanging down.
He hurriedly walked over to check on the pilot who had not had time to parachute. As he walked, he lowered his voice and shouted, trying to wake up the unfortunate guy: "Hey! Wake up! Are you okay?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The pilot hanging there did not respond. Zhao Feng walked over and found that the angle of the other man's neck was bent at a very strange angle. The impact of landing broke the pilot's neck. At this time, the other man's neck was bent.
Already dead.
"Damn it." Zhao Feng cursed, and then heard the sound of another plane crashing above his head.
He looked up and saw another bomber being shot down and crashing to the other side of the forest. He saw someone jumping out of the plane and then opening the parachute.
Then he saw with his own eyes that the parachute was not fully opened and was swayed back and forth in a ball by the wind, quickly crashing into the ground with the pilot below.
Zhao Feng couldn't bear to close his eyes. He seemed to be able to hear the dull sound of a ball of meat hitting the ground.
This was the last Dahua aircraft he saw. When he opened his eyes again, the fighting group of aircraft was no longer visible above his head.
The planes of the Tang Army seemed to have gone away, and the planes of the Dahua Empire also seemed to have left here - or maybe they were all shot down and none of them escaped.
Zhao Feng coughed twice, stimulated by the burning wreckage of the plane, and walked away from the worthless bomber wreckage with his pistol in hand.
All four people on the plane were dead, including the two pilots and the two gunners.
The machine gunner's head in the back row was nowhere to be found. Zhao Feng walked over and took a look and almost vomited out everything in his stomach.
In fact, there was nothing in his stomach, so he retched for a long time and then quickly left this disgusting place.
After he staggered away from the wreckage of the plane, he saw the people who came to him - or in other words, the Tang Army troops who came to capture him.
When Zhao Feng saw the Tang Army soldiers carrying rifles, he bent down, picked up his pistol and got ready for battle.
At this time, he thought of his children, his wife waiting at home, and some of the messy things he had just thought about.
He thought that he would fight tooth and nail here, dealing with the Tang people in front of him, and let them see the dignity and pride of the royal family of the Great China Empire.
But just as he was about to pull the trigger and fire the first shot, a Lion armored reconnaissance vehicle rushed out of the bushes nearby. Its huge body scared the surrounding birds into jumping up.
The commander who was leaning on the turret saw Zhao Feng hiding in the grass at a glance. He pointed at Zhao Feng's position and loudly reminded the surrounding infantry that there was a living person over there.
"Be careful! He has a pistol!" the commander shouted loudly as he got into the turret. Hearing his shout, the surrounding Tang Army grenadiers immediately bent down and hid in the high clutter.
Among the grass.
Zhao Feng was startled by this huge eight-wheeled armored vehicle, and then he lost confidence in his ability to fight hard and break through the encirclement.
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Are you kidding me? He is a pilot, not the mercenary ranger in those novels - he dares to try to sneak attack an enemy, let him hit several enemies at once, and have to deal with an armored chariot... How is that possible?
So he quickly threw away the revolver in his hand, as if it was hot to the touch. Then he skillfully raised his hands and shouted loudly: "I am the Royal Family of Dahua! Don't shoot! Don't shoot, I
surrender!"
The identity he was prepared to fight for before has now become his life-saving talisman. Afraid that the other party might not hear clearly or shoot him, Zhao Feng stood up and shouted again: "I am the Royal Family of Dahua."
Bloodline! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I surrender!"
Through the observation window, he saw that the other party had thrown away his pistol. The commander of the armored reconnaissance vehicle, who was about to close the hatch, opened the hatch above his head and stuck his head out.
He heard the other party's shout, and a thick smile appeared on his face: "Did you hear that! We also captured a Dahua royal family!"
"Hahaha!" The surrounding soldiers of the Tang Dynasty laughed loudly, and then gathered around: "Don't crowd, don't crowd! Come and see what the relatives of Emperor Dahua look like!"
