Vol 3 Chapter 39: Plane shit

The roar of the night sky did not arouse too much attention from Shanghai citizens. For airplanes, only Xiang Wo Ning made a fuss. In short, it was not the Americans or the Chinese Air Force. Anyway, it was not the Communist-army. What should I worry about?
　　 Liu Yan tapped Major Manson on the shoulder with a pistol, motioning him to raise his height and fly south.
　　 "We need a clear destination." Major Manson said, "I have to remind you that there are not many airports in China that can take off and land cargo ships in the stratosphere."
　　 "Bring me the aeronautical chart." Liu Yan said straight.
Major Manson motioned to his navigator to bring the aeronautical chart, but he was a little worried. Usually the hijacker would just say that you fly me somewhere instead of asking to see the aeronautical chart. This shows that the hijacker is an expert and it is difficult to deal with. Major Upper Manson still has no idea when the hijacker boarded the plane.
　　 Liu Yan looked straight at the chart. He can fly helicopters and medium-sized fixed-wing aircraft. Although the flight time is not long, he is an excellent pilot. He clicked on a position on the chart and said, "Fly here."
　　 Major Manson was shocked: "I refuse. This is an area controlled by the Communist Party. We will be captured by them."
　　 Liu Yan said straightly: "You have no right to refuse. I have killed five people. I don't care about killing more."
"Okay, just go where you said." Major Manson didn't suffer from the immediate loss, and the hero flew south with the rudder. In fact, he had already made up his mind. He looked at the opportunity to deceive the hijacker and led his men to parachute and give up. An airplane, even going to a military court, is much better than flying to a communist-controlled area.
　　 But Liu Yanzhi immediately took away all the parachutes and cut off his thoughts.
Liu Yan directly chose the location in the middle reaches of the Huai River, north of the Jiangbei. This is the area controlled by the North of the Jiangbei Column of the People’s Liberation Army. He jumped down with the Dragon Ball. The Kuomintang troops were not capable of chasing them. I don't intend to kill it. The death of a few people in 1949 will definitely affect the baseline time and space. It is better to minimize the impact as much as possible.
It is more than 500 kilometers from Shanghai to Jiangbei. The C97 transport plane can arrive in an hour. It does not even need to climb to the stratosphere, and it keeps flying south at an altitude of 5,000 meters. Liu Yanzhi did not sit in the cockpit to monitor them, but returned. In the rear compartment, go to dismantle the wooden box of Dragon Ball.
"Gentlemen, what should I do?" Major Manson asked his subordinates nervously. The C97 is a transport plane, not a bomber. The crew has five gunners and one bomber than the B29. Only the pilot and co-pilot, mechanic, radio operator and The radar operator, the mechanic is not there, maybe the hijacker has killed him, and the remaining three people said they obeyed the command of Major Manson.
　　 "Let's go around and return to Shanghai." The major said, "I don't know it, no one can notice that it changed direction in the dark."
　　 Everyone nodded desperately. Except for Major Manson who flew B29 bombers in World War II, everyone was recruited after the war. They had never seen the fierceness of the war and were not brave enough. They only knew that they could make big money by dumping material and gold.
　　 Liu Yan unpacked the wooden box in the rear cabin, quietly admiring this dragon ball. It was exactly the same as the two he had seen. Its appearance was similar in height, but the surface was washed smoother due to long-term intrusion in the river water.
　　 Dr. Hannibal, who salvaged the Dragon Ball, may have lost his life by now. Liu Yanzhi silently recites Amitabha, helping Hannibal and those guys.
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In the East China Sea, the dark sea was turbulent. Hannibal Cunningham was soaked and struggling. He was prepared for a rainy day and wore a life jacket, so he was not swallowed by the waves after landing like others. What awaits him is loss. Wen, freezing, and then death, if he hadn't had an experience in the army.
Hannibal Cunningham is extremely resistant to cold. When he was in the army, he participated in the extreme survival test. Before the test, every volunteer was injected with a strange "vaccine", and then the plane dropped them into the air. Among the ten volunteers in the high mountains of Canada in winter, only Hannibal retired. The other nine people died, four died, and five people were amputees due to frostbite. Afterwards, he learned that everyone’s "vaccine" was different. The one he injected was finally included in the army's purchase order.
This is also one of the reasons why Hannibal joined Monsanto. After he retired, he specialized in genetics and finally understood that the so-called vaccine is actually some kind of super DNA that the military has been experimenting with, and Monsanto was commissioned by the military. Scientific research institutions, strong interest and high sense of responsibility for the country to mankind made him quickly appreciated by the management and became the project leader.
Hannibal has been floating in the sea for an hour. He can’t distinguish the direction, but he can estimate that he is between China and Japan, and the waters north of Ryukyu, even if they can distinguish the north, south, east and west, even if the cold resistance is beyond ordinary people. He is also unable to swim to land, and there is no fresh water and food to provide energy, he can live until dawn at best.
　　 Hannibal began to recall his life.
　　 Suddenly, a light flashed in the distance. It was a night ship. Hannibal rekindled hope. He took out a strong signal and fired an orange-red signal flare toward the sky.
An hour later, the ship came over. It was a Norwegian freighter. The sailors rescued Hannibal aboard the boat, put a blanket on him, and gave him a drink of whiskey. The captain curiously asked him: Where are you? A survivor on a ship?
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Liu Yanzhi was closing his eyes and restoring his mind. He was bold and daring. He did not guard the crew at all. The plane flew smoothly in the night with the four engines roaring monotonously. Suddenly Liu Yanzhi felt something was wrong. He seemed to have a compass in his mind. The mark was on the position of the geomagnetic pole, the plane was turning quietly, and Major Manson was dishonest.
　　 He walked to the cockpit, and as soon as he entered the door, a strong wind came from behind his head. Liu Yan just flashed lightly, and it was the captain who was trying to figure out himself with a wrench.
　　 Liu Yan drew his gun straight and fired a shot at the feet of the first officer, then turned to face the other crew members who were eager to move, and calmly said, "The next shot is to be aimed at the head."
　　 The resistance failed, and Major Manson gave up the resistance and turned back to the southwest course under Liu Yanzhi's order.
　　 The C97's flying speed is more than 500 kilometers per hour, and it flew to the north of Jiangbei in an hour. Under the wings is a white belt. This is the mother river, Huaijiang, which feeds 30 million Jiangdong children.
　　 "Open the cargo door." Liu Yan ordered directly.
　　 Major Manson obeyed, flipped the switch, and the huge rear hatch slowly opened. Liu Yan put his pistol away and said: "After I get down, you can go back. Thank you everyone. See you again if you have a chance."
　　Major Manson looked incredible. He thought that the hijacker was a communist spy and planned to hijack a U.S. military plane into the Common Zone. Now it seems that it is not the case.
　　 "By the way, there is a corporal in the lower deck, who is not dead yet." Liu Yan finished speaking, leaving the cockpit and pushing the dragon ball to the tail of the plane. The dragon ball fell from a height of 5,000 meters, and Liu Yan jumped straight along.
　　 The radio operator ran over, leaned over and probed his head. He couldn't see anything in the night, but he could be sure that the hijacker had not opened the parachute.
　　 The crew rescued the mechanic from the lower deck. The corporal reported that the hijacker had climbed up from the landing gear compartment, and it was probably the plane that entered during takeoff.
It was too weird. Major Manson felt the creeps, mysterious guests, mysterious cargo, even more mysterious hijackers. The cabin was full of bullet shells and there were many bullet holes in the bulkhead. What happened tonight, maybe he I can't figure it out for a lifetime.
　　 "We need to discuss a way to make this happen." Major Manson said.
　　 Everyone nodded in fear.
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Nantai, guerrilla zone, the leader of the district team, Ma Chunhua, led the soldiers in ambush on both sides of the road. According to intelligence, a Kuomintang army's transport convoy will pass by here at dawn. The winter night is extremely cold, and the guerrillas lie down. In the freezing pit, my feet were stiff, and my hands were hidden in my arms to keep warm so that I could not pull the bolt.
Ma Chunhua is holding a beautiful American carbine. She wears a big-belly box gun around her waist. The former was handed over from the regular Kuomintang army, and the latter was handed over from the landlord’s old wealth return home group. They were all people. A good gun with ardent eyes, the team members under her are still using old sleeves and water drops, and the best one is just a 38-piece cover.
　　 Before the transportation convoy came, Ma Chunhua was a little bit cold, wrapped her cotton-padded jacket tightly, and suddenly there was a thunderous roar in the sky.
　　 "The plane of the Kuomintang reactionaries." Gou left said.
Ma Chunhua gave the dog a sideways glance. She doesn’t know if it’s the plane, Captain Ma, but it’s not normal for planes to appear in the sky at this time. It is said that the young pilots of the Kuomintang Air Force never fly at night and do not fly in bad weather. What is the origin of the plane?
　　 It is snowing in Shanghai~EbookFREE.me~A thousand miles away, the night sky in Jiangbei is clear and the visibility is extremely high.
　　 "Look, the plane shit, it's a shit." The dog left pointed to the sky and shouted.
"Close your mouth, bluff, and scare the enemy away!" Ma Chunhua's voice was louder than the dog left. She and the guerrillas looked up at the sky, and the plane really pulled a shit. Falling from the air, looking at the distance, it should be in the Huaijiang.
　　 Ma Chunhua became vigilant. Could it be that old Chiang sent people to poison the river and murder the masses in the liberated areas?
　　 "The dog is left, you take two people to take a look." Ma Chunhua said.
　　 "Someone is coming." A team member yelled in a low voice. He was lying on the dirt road with his ears close to the ground. He could hear sounds from a few miles away. It was probably Jiang Feijun's motorcade that came.
　　 Ma Chunhua forgot about the plane in an instant, and unscrewed the grenade cover to prepare for battle.
　　 A few minutes later, the battle started. The guerrillas wiped out the transport convoy, seized a large amount of food and ammunition, captured more than ten enemy soldiers, blew up two cars, and moved smoothly.
After going back and forth, Ma Chunhua forgot about it. It wasn't until a month later that she met the district party committee secretary and chatted. She raised her voice. The district party committee secretary is a big boss, I don’t understand this. The secretary of the county party committee will report it, but in fact, it was forgotten after turning around.
　　 The pulled by the plane is already lying quietly at the bottom of the frozen Huai River.
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