The farther the steamer goes, the safer Gu Zhenlong will be. Flash Dance

"Accelerate ...... accelerate," Fang Buwei raised his machine gun as he roared.

"Machine guns, magazines, throw them all on the top of the cabin, you guys jump!"

Fang Buwei shouted again.

As soon as someone was eager to try, a guard yelled, "If you jump, you will die faster......

Everyone suddenly woke up.

How fast is the plane, and how fast can you swim when you dive into the water?

It's still within range of the machine guns, stay on board, and at least have a cover.

Fang Buwei sighed secretly.

As far as the thickness of the iron sheet of the cabin is concerned, under the strafing of machine gun bullets, it is no different from paper paste.

It seems that there is no way to survive left and right, so let it be fate.

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

But the bullet hit the nose and wings and only splashed a string of sparks.

"Hahahaha......" The pilot laughed loudly, pushed the lever to reduce the altitude, and turned the direction at the same time, trying to make the plane complete the flight action in a semi-circular flight trajectory during the taxiing process, so as to create a good firing range for the side machine gunner on the belly as much as possible.

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

The bullets were spilled out at a rate of nearly ten rounds per second, forming a net of fire that covered the river.

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

A guard had just fired a shot at the plane when a bullet exploded in the head.

Another machine gunner had just taken the empty gun that Fang Buwei had thrown over, and inserted the magazine in his hand into the machine gun, only to feel a pain in his chest, and subconsciously lowered his head to see a stream of arrows spraying out of his chest.

Although blood was spurting from his mouth, the machine gunner pushed the machine gun to the roof 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 the bullet.

It's like someone holding a sledgehammer and hammering it into his chest one after another, so that he doesn't have golden eyes for the shock.

He gritted the tip of his teeth hard, trying to lift the Li mallet up.

But like the leaves swept by the autumn wind, Fang Buwei's body is unstable on its knees.

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

There were two more "snorts", and two blood flowers came out of the thighs.

Fang Buwei's waist bent down in pain, and he almost lost the gun in his hand.

Could it be that I have to answer here today?

Shall I you......

With a violent roar of "ho", Fang Buwei endured the great pain, and straightened his waist.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, like a moving car crashing into a mountain, and the boat slammed and flew up as if it was flying.

Fang Buwei, who was holding his gun and trying to find a gap, gave a shuttle to the cockpit, suddenly felt a shock on his body, and slid down the top of the cabin to the deck with the bow of the ship.

Fang Buwei stretched out his hand to probe, tightly clasped the edge of the cabin roof, and hung it in the air.

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

Countless bullets hit the bow of the ship that was standing diagonally, just giving Fang Buwei and the guards a chance to breathe.

If nothing else, it must have been played by the helmsman.

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

"Jump, ......," Fang Buwei yelled loudly.

The crew members who reacted climbed up and flipped off the hull.

Fang Buwei let go of his right hand and jumped down holding the machine gun.

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

If it weren't for the railing, Fang wouldn't have fallen into the water without even bringing armor to people.

I couldn't use any strength in my right leg, and it was estimated that the bone was broken.

If you don't run away, you'll really be here.

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

The steel helmet could not be taken off yet, and after entering the water, he still had to rely on this thing, sinking quickly in order to avoid the bullets.

Fang Buwei was about to throw his steel armor and jump off the boat, but suddenly found that the bullets fired by the plane's machine gun had deviated from the hull of the ship 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 already left the hiding ground of the former machine gunner, and the bullets were spilled on the surface of the river, splashing one after another, forming an arc.

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

The descending plane will glide through a large arc and make a flight maneuver like a traffic jam drifting on a blockage.

In the process, the side machine guns in the belly of the aircraft will be exposed and will fire again at the tanker.

And at this time, it is the time when the plane is closest to the tanker, and it just so happens that the entire cockpit will be exposed to the firing boundary of Fang Buwei.

Do you want to do it?

Even if you jump into the water now, you may not be able to dodge the devil's bullets.

Dry!

Fang Buwei raised his arm violently, put the double armor on his body again, and reached out with his left hand and grabbed the machine gun.

Although there was no longer the shadow of the tanker in the shooting range, the front machine gun was still firing frantically, strafing the ships on the river.

Howls rang out one after another on the river, wooden boats were smashed, fishermen were shot one after another, and then fell into the water, spurting stream after stream of blood from their wounds, staining the river red......

"Hahaha......"

Seeing the oil tanker riding on the wooden boat, the dead bodies floating on the river, and the river red with fresh water, the team leader let out a crazy laugh, and said to the recruits Yamashita and the pilots who had also not killed anyone: "See, killing people is so simple......

"I allow you to use a bomb and deliver a pinpoint strike on that ship...... Down the hill, shoot with me, shoot at the boats on the river, and kill them all......" said the team leader again.

From beginning to end, the squad leader was holding a joking mentality, and at this time he trained as a soldier.

"Yes, Your Excellency!" The pilot responded excitedly.

The team leader and Yamashita pulled the trigger, and the river suddenly became a purgatory on earth.

The pilot also seemed to be infected, and instantly entered a state of madness, gritting his teeth, with a hideous face, and pushing the lever to the end.

The commander trusts himself so much that he would rather waste a bomb than let himself practice, and he must not live up to his expectations......

The pilots have gone crazy, and the plane, although flying in an arc, is getting closer and closer to the tanker.

Getting closer, getting closer......

As soon as the pilot's left hand was released, a small bomb flew out of the bilge and smashed into the tanker.

He yanked the lever with his right hand again, trying to make the plane climb.

Fang Buwei seemed to have automatically blocked his five senses, and the heavens and the earth were silent, no sound came from his ears, and he only saw the cockpit of the plane.

One, two, three, four......

Four heads appeared in his sight.