Half a month passed quickly.

After a brief training camp, the defeated soldiers were taken to Kunming. They will take US Air Force transport planes to Myitkyina, an important city in northern Myanmar, to receive weapons and equipment.

Before boarding the plane, I was stripped of only a pair of shorts.

Looking at the white clouds outside the porthole, Wang Yan's heart tightened little by little.

If nothing unexpected happens, the Devil's Zero fighter will soon catch up, and the old DC-47 transport they are riding in will be forced to land into the jungle of Myitkyina.

Someone will die before and during the forced landing.

Wang Yan was not sure whether he could escape this death disaster.

If he dies, according to Dr. Yang, the essence of the earth's world will also die.

But Wang Yan was very suspicious of this. He felt that Dr. Yang definitely didn't tell him the whole truth, and the rule of death that travels through the world is definitely not that simple.

Just as he was thinking about this room, he also looked at the bean cake outside through the porthole and suddenly laughed: "I want Brother Ma and the others to catch up."

Wang Yan turned around and saw that an aircraft had appeared on the left rear of the transport plane they were on. Under the sun, the plaster pattern on the wings of the aircraft was clearly visible. It was the Japanese Zero fighter!

"Japanese plane!" Wang Yan immediately turned his head and yelled at the American pilot in the cockpit.

The American pilot who was flying the transport plane was an experienced veteran pilot who suddenly pushed the joystick to the end with both hands.

The DC-47 transport plane that Wang Yan and his friends were riding immediately dived towards the clouds at a large angle, trying to hide in the clouds before the Zero fighter caught up.

As long as they hide in the clouds, they will be safe.

Unfortunately, however, before the DC-47 transport plane dived into the clouds, the Zero fighter entered the machine gun range.

When two rows of bullets came, two rows of bullet holes immediately appeared on the body of the DC-47 transport aircraft, and the few defeated soldiers squeezed into the cabin were instantly knocked into sieves.

After two rounds of dive strafing, the DC-47 transport aircraft lost its power.

One of the two pilots was killed, while the other tried desperately to control the plane to make a forced landing.

Before hitting the ground, the DC-47 transport aircraft finally changed from dive to a flat flight state.

Then, the DC-47 transport plane plunged into the primitive jungle of northern Myanmar. It was unknown how many trees and vines broke, and finally stopped.

When Wang Yan opened his eyes again, he saw that the whole plane had completely fallen apart.

Even the fuselage was torn a huge gap, and a broken branch poked in from the gap, pricking a defeated soldier on the white and mournful tip like a thorn.

Meng Fanli's voice sounded: "Jump quickly, the plane is about to explode!"

After saying that, Meng Fanlei dragged his wounded leg that had not been completely healed and jumped off the gap.

Busty, Milong, Kang Ya, Snake Butt, Hao Veterinarian and other cannon fodders jumped down their gaps one after another.

Wang Yan jumped down from the gap slowly because he knew that the plane would not explode.

As soon as Wang Yan jumped off the plane, a voice came over: "Wow, you are so awesome. You guys broke this plane, right? I really admire you."

It wasn't spicy, Kang Ya was stunned when she was waiting for the cannon fodder.

A Japanese soldier carrying a 38-large cover that was almost as tall as his height came out of the fog.

The Japanese soldier obviously regarded them, cannon fodder, as locals in northern Myanmar, so he even spoke in Japanese to express goodwill to them and praised their courage.

The Japanese soldiers quickly walked up to Wang Yan and asked, "Are the Americans your killer?"

"No." Wang Yan replied in Japanese, "I was killed by your Zero fighter."

"Oh, do you speak Japanese too? That's great." The Japanese soldier was overjoyed and said, "How did you know that this American was killed by our Zero fighter jet?"

Wang Yan said: "Because I'm also on this transport plane and I've witnessed it with my own eyes."

"Nani? Are you on a transport plane too? So..." The Japanese soldiers were not completely stupid at all, and finally realized that Wang Yan was a Chinese man who came to Myanmar on an American transport plane.

At this moment, the Japanese soldiers wanted to remove the 38-shaped cover that was slapped on their shoulders.

Unfortunately, there was no chance anymore. Wang Yan hit the Japanese soldier in the chest with a straight punch.

With a "bang", the Japanese soldier's chest immediately sank inward, and then opened his mouth and sprayed a large cloud of blood mist, with a lot of blood clots mixed in between.

The internal organs of the Japanese soldiers were broken.

Although Wang Yan's skill bar was washed away, his skills did not seem to disappear. He could still use Shaolin internal martial arts skillfully and freely, and his lethality was not weakened at all.

The Japanese soldiers collapsed on the ground like a pool of mud, and there was no movement anymore.

Not spicy, bean cake, Kangya, Mengfanla waited for the cannon fodder to be stunned in place.

Milong even maintained the posture of holding a crowbar high. He just wanted to use a crowbar to beat the Japanese soldiers, but Wang Yan took the lead in killing.

Everyone, including Milong, looked at Wang Yan with shocked eyes.

Obviously, no one expected that Wang Yan's skills would be so ruthless!

He killed a Japanese soldier with just one punch. Who dares to believe it?

Wang Yan frowned and shouted, "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and find a good guy! The Japanese search team will come to you soon!"

Wang Yan himself was not idle either.

Unravel the armed belts around the Japanese waist.

When I opened the cowhide bullet box on the armed belt, I saw that the two were empty.

The big leather box with only the waist is also filled with 20 bullets.

Wang Yan put 20 bullets into his pocket, then untied the two grenades brought by the armed forces, and threw them at Bula and Kang Ya. Bula and Kang Ya hurriedly reached out to catch the grenade.

Meng Fanle also found a Bronning pistol from an American pilot.

Wang Yan took off the military uniform of the Japanese again. He was originally going to put it on himself and pretend to be a Japanese, but he gave up halfway through it.

Because his figure is too different from the Japanese.

The Japanese military uniforms were like tight clothes on him, so don’t be stubborn no matter how you look at them.

So unless the Japanese are blind and fools, they will definitely know that they are fake.

"Yata-kun? Do you hear Yada-kun?" A call sounded from the fog, in Japanese.

Wang Yan quickly gestured to the more than 20 surviving cannon fodders and signaled them to lie on the ground to load their bodies.

These twenty cannon fodders were not stupid enough. They quickly understood what Wang Yan meant and fell to the ground one by one.

Wang Yan himself returned to the transport plane from the gap, mounted the 38th large cover on the broken porthole, and aimed at the fog at the muzzle.

Not long after, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers slowly walked out of the fog, and saw these more than a dozen Japanese soldiers walking towards this side in a standard triangular formation.
Chapter completed!