The further the steamer drives, the safer Gu Zhenlong will be.

"Accelerate acceleration..." Fang Buwei raised his machine gun while shouting.

"Twist the machine gun and magazine all over the cabin, you can jump!"

Fang Buwei shouted again.

Just now someone was eager to try, and a guard roared, "If you jump down, you will die faster..."

Everyone suddenly woke up.

How fast is the plane, how fast can it swim in the diving by yourself?

He is still within the range of the machine gun's strafing, and stays on the ship, at least there is still a cover.

Fang Buwei sighed inwardly.

As for the thickness of the cabin, under the strafing of machine gun bullets, it is no different from that of paper.

It seems that there is no way out of life on both sides, so let it be left to fate.

"Woo..." The plane roared, and Fang Buwei pulled the trigger again.

But the bullets hit the nose and wings, and only a string of Mars splashed.

"Hahahaha..." The pilot laughed loudly, pushing the lever to lower the height, and turning the direction, trying to make the plane complete the flight action with a semicircular flight trajectory during the taxiing, so as to create a good shooting range for the machine gunner on the belly of the aircraft as much as possible.

Just as the pilot was laughing wildly, the former machine gunner opened fire.

The bullets were thrown out at nearly ten rounds per second, forming a fire net that faced the river.

"Dangdangdangdangdang..." Countless bullets hit the tanker, penetrated the roof of the cabin, and shot into the cabin.

A guard shot the plane and fired a bullet in his head.

Another machine gunner just took the empty gun that Fang Buwei threw and inserted the magazine in his hand into the machine gun. He felt a pain in his chest, and subconsciously lowered his head and saw an arrow spurting out of his chest.

Although blood was spraying in his mouth, the machine gunner pushed the machine gun to the top of the cabin: "Long word, gun..."

Fang Buwei was shot at least four or five times, and the steel armor on his body was hit by a bullet.

It was like someone holding a sledgehammer, pounding his chest one after another, so that his eyes were shaking.

He gritted his teeth hard and wanted to lift Li Cui up.

But it seems that the leaves sweeping in the autumn wind are so unsteady that they can't kneel down.

With a "bang", a piece of steel armor was knocked away, and Fang Buwei's thigh was exposed.

Two more "hissing" sounds, and two blood flowers emerged from their thighs.

Fang Buwei bent his waist down in pain and almost threw the gun in his hand.

Could it be that I have to explain it here today?

I'll go to you...

With a loud roar, Fang Buwei stood up and straightened his waist with a huge pain.

Suddenly there was a loud noise, as if a moving car hit the mountain. The boat paused suddenly, and it seemed to fly up again.

Fang Buwei, who was holding a gun and trying to find a gap, was suddenly shocked toward the cockpit, and slid along the top of the cabin to the deck as the bow rises.

Fang Buwei reached out and hugged the edge of the cabin top tightly, hanging it in the air.

He subconsciously looked down and suddenly found that the tanker had hit a wooden boat, and half of the hull had already rode onto the wooden boat.

Countless bullets hit the slanted bow of the ship, giving Fang Buwei and the guard a chance to breathe.

If nothing unexpected happens, the helmman must have been shot.

If you don’t escape, you will become a living target.

"Jump..." Fang Buwei shouted loudly.

The crew members who reacted got up and capsized off the boat.

Fang Buwei let go of his right hand and jumped down with the machine gun in his arms.

A huge pain came from his thigh, and Fang Buwei stumbled and slid to the stern of the boat.

If it weren't for the railings blocking it, Fang Buwei would have fallen into the water with his armour.

I couldn't use any strength on my right leg, so I guess my bones were broken.

If you don’t escape, you will really explain it.

Fang Buwei gritted his teeth, shook his shoulders, and two layers of steel armor slid down from his body.

The helmet cannot be taken off. After he goes into the water, he still has to rely on this thing to sink quickly to avoid the bullets.

Fang Buwei was about to throw the steel armor and jump out of the boat, but suddenly found that the bullets fired from the aircraft machine gun had deviated from the hull and shot into the river.

He looked over and saw that the plane was turning, and the nose was no longer facing the bow of the ship.

The tanker had left the former machine gunner's hiding, and bullets were scattered on the river surface, splashing water, forming an arc.

The next picture suddenly appeared in Fang Buwei's mind:

The descent plane will slide through a large arc and make a flight like a traffic jam drifting on a blockage.

During this process, the side machine gun on the belly of the machine will be exposed and fired at the tanker again.

At this time, the plane was closest to the tanker, and just so happened that the entire cockpit would be exposed to Fang Buwei's shooting range.

Do it or not?

Even if you jump into the water now, you may not be able to avoid the Japanese bullets.

Dry!

Fang Buwei raised his arm suddenly, put the double armor on his body again, and stretched his left hand to grab the machine gun.

Although there was no sign of oil tanker in the shooting world, the front machine gun was still firing wildly, strafing the ships on the river.

There were screams of bitterness on the river surface, wooden boats were smashed, fishermen were shot one after another, and then fell into the water. The wounds spewed out of the wound, dyeing the river surface red...

"Hahaha……"

Seeing the oil tanker riding on the wooden boat, the dead bodies floating on the river surface, and the river surface dyed red by fresh water, the team leader laughed wildly and said to the recruits at the foot of the mountain and the pilot who had never killed many people: "See, killing is that simple..."

"I allow you to use a bomb to strike the ship accurately... At the foot of the mountain, shoot with me, shoot at the ships on the river, kill all of them..." the captain said again.

From beginning to end, the team leader was always jokingly and started practicing military service at this time.

"Yes, sir!" the pilot responded excitedly.

The team leader and the mountain pulled the trigger, and the river surface suddenly became a hell on earth.

The pilot also seemed to be infected and instantly entered a state of madness, gritting his teeth and a ferocious face, pushing the pull rod to the end.

The commander trusts himself so much that he would rather waste a bomb than let himself practice. He must not let his expectations down...

The pilot was already crazy. Although the plane was flying in an arc, the faster the speed, the closer it was to the tanker.

Getting closer, getting closer...

The pilot relaxed his left hand and a small bomb flew out of the bottom cabin and hit the tanker.

He pulled the rod with his right hand again, trying to get the plane to climb.

Fang Buwei seemed to have automatically blocked the five senses, and the world was quiet, and there was no sound in his ears, and there was only the cockpit of the plane in his eyes.

One, two, three, four...

Four heads appeared in his sight.
Chapter completed!