Chapter 758: 758 Royal nobles

Chapter 758 758 Royal nobles

For a pilot, parachuting is not an easy task. Losing his plane and trusting his life on a rag is definitely a very embarrassing experience for him.

Hung precariously on the 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, Tengyun, or 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, and the ground is 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 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 stand up and invest. In the end, after the new emperor ascended the throne, he gradually fell out of favor and only received 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 on, he started to work 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 kept 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 the most advanced fighter jet to perform an **** mission, but he was shot down in this useless place.

 He ​​himself didn’t 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 it difficult for him to distinguish between east, west and north.

Zhao Feng was frightened half to death by the parachute above his head. He quickly used his hands to lift the parachute, but 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 thing imported from the Tang Dynasty, and it was quite easy to take off.

Those parachutes used by bomber pilots are all imitations produced by the Dahua Empire itself, and no one knows the quality. However, the parachutes given to their fighter pilots are all imported from Datang, and I heard that there are very few quality problems.

While breathing heavily, Zhao Feng got out of 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, surrounded by trees and shrubs, only the place where he landed was an open space, and there seemed to be a small village in the distance.

Zhao Kai carefully checked his position, 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. This is the standard self-defense weapon for Dahua Empire pilots. Each one has six rounds of bullets, so they can be used as a weapon.

Holding the pistol, he staggered towards the wreckage of the fighter jet that was emitting thick smoke. He didn't know if there would be anything there, but curiosity made him go 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 like a dead horse. This distance seems to be very short, but it is not easy to walk. The grass here is very high. When walking in the dirt, one foot is deep and the other is shallow. After walking for a long time, it seems that I haven't walked very far.

 I am a royal relative of the Great China Empire. If I were captured, would it embarrass the royal family? While walking forward, Zhao Feng was thinking about problems in his mind.

If you encounter enemies at that moment, will you have to fight those enemies to the end? Shoot five enemies first and then kill yourself with the last bullet?

If you do this, will you be praised by the emperor? Will his two children receive knighthoods as a result?

 Perhaps so? It is very likely that he will be promoted to a junior high school... This junior high school is different from a real school official. 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 its body was damaged during the fall, so The rest of it doesn't look like much.

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.

The power of Datang's machine guns is really scary, Zhao Feng has just experienced it. His plane was hit only twice, 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 even have a chance to parachute: his plane would soon shatter into pieces and break in half in the air.

In the choking smoke, Zhao Feng walked around half of the wing and looked 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?"

The pilot hanging there did not respond. Zhao Feng walked over and found that the other person's neck was bent at a very strange angle. The impact of landing broke the pilot's neck, and the pilot was 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 deploying a 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, and quickly hit 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.

Chaughing twice because of the burning wreckage of the plane, Zhao Feng 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 machine 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 everything in his stomach.

 In fact, there was nothing in his stomach, so he retched for a long time and then hurriedly 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 about fighting hard here, dealing with the Tang people in front of him, and letting them see the dignity and pride of the royal blood of the Dahua Empire.

But just as he was about to pull the trigger and fire the first shot, a Lion-type armored reconnaissance vehicle rushed out of the bushes nearby. The huge body scared the surrounding birds to jump up.

The commander who was leaning on the turret saw Zhao Feng hiding in the grass at a glance. He pointed to the location of Zhao Feng and loudly reminded the surrounding infantry that there was a live 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 tall weeds.

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.

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 fight several enemies at once, and have to deal with an armored chariot... How is that possible?

 So he quickly dropped 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 a talisman to protect his life. Afraid that the other party might not hear clearly or shoot him, Zhao Feng stood up and shouted loudly again: "I am a member of the royal family of Dahua! 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 cry, and a thick smile appeared on his face: "Did you hear that? We also captured a wealthy royal family!"

 “Hahaha!” The 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!”

 (End of this chapter)