Chapter 25 Transport Plane Wreck

Finally, in order to prove that they were not cowards, Hu Bayi and Wang Ye took the initiative and asked Shirley Yang to wait for news about them under the tree.

When climbing a tree.

Wang Ye's movements were light and he quickly reached the top of the tree, followed closely by Hu Bayi from behind.

At this time, Fatty was woken up by Shirley Yang.

He may not have understood the situation yet, so he kept asking Wang Ye what was going on under the tree while holding up the "Sword Power".

Hu Bayi had just climbed to one-third of the height.

Seeing the fat man wandering around under the tree like a headless fly with a gun, he hung a mountaineering pick on the gap in the tree, stopped, lowered his head and said to the fat man:

"Don't point the muzzle of the gun upward, or you may accidentally go off fire and kill Wang Ye and I. There seems to be something in the tree. Let's climb up and see what's going on. You stay on guard below and don't be careless."

"There's a plane wreckage in the tree!"

Following Wang Ye's shout.

Shirley Yang, who was originally guarding under the tree, couldn't stay still anymore and quickly climbed up.

Because of his weight, Fatty Wang stayed under the tree as a guard of the banyan tree. He would shout loudly if anything happened.

Wang Ye, Hu Bayi and Shirley Yang gathered on the canopy of the tree, slowed down and walked over together.

After lifting those ancient vines, the three of them could clearly see the scene in front of them.

Under the quiet, frosty moonlight, there was a section of the cabin of a huge airplane inserted upside down between two trees, with its wings and tail fins missing.

The degree of damage to the body was very high.

There were several large holes in the fuselage, and the holes were blocked by scattered items, making it impossible to see what was inside.

The hatch had separated from the fuselage and was completely deformed by the impact. There were rust spots everywhere, and it was covered with thick moss and vines that had almost grown into the trunk of the tree.

The landing gear was stuck in the gap between the trees. If you hadn't climbed to the top of the tree to take a closer look, you would never have imagined that there would be a piece of airplane wreckage here.

Wang Ye turned his head and looked at the tall and vast "Zhelong Mountain" at the other end.

He thought that the plane probably hit the mountain and broke into several pieces. This section of the cabin happened to fall on the tree crown. The nearby trees, including these two rare giant couple trees, could withstand such a huge impact. .

More importantly, this plane broke the feng shui of the High Priest Xian Wang, otherwise the four of them would not be able to find this place.

Shirley Yang pointed to using a paratrooper knife to scrape away a large piece of green plant mud covering the fuselage, letting Wang Ye and Hu Bayi watch.

A series of numbers C2X-RXXX-XX was clearly revealed there.

Several letters are illegible.

Hu Bayi asked curiously: "Bombers from the British Air Force? Or the Flying Tigers specifically to aid China?"

"I haven't found any Flying Tigers markings on the fuselage. It should be the wreckage of a British Air Force C-type transport plane that transported supplies to the expeditionary force. If it was a supporting Flying Tigers, there should be some on the fuselage. There is also the sign of the blue sky and the white sun.”

Shirley Yang shook her head and explained.

"This is not far from Myanmar. I read in the news that the wreckage of dozens of transport planes have been discovered in the Nujiang Grand Canyon and the Gaoligong Mountains very close to here. In the three years from 1942 to 2005, On the Sino-Burmese border and later on the hump route, no fewer than six to seven hundred aircraft of the Berry Army crashed in southwest China, and one of them unexpectedly crashed here."

Hu Bayi came from a military background and was relatively familiar with these histories, so he expressed his own judgment.

The fat man waited anxiously under the tree and shouted loudly: "Old Hu, cousin, what are you two doing in the tree? You asked me to stand guard for you two, what is there on the tree?"

Hu Bayi broke off a branch and threw it at the fat man under the tree from above: "What are you talking about? We found a transport plane on the tree. We will go down after we find out..."

Wang Ye's mind was not on the content of the chat between Hu Bayi and Shirley Yang, but on the location of the cockpit of the wreckage of the plane.

If I hadn't guessed, that mysterious Morse code should have been emitted by the equipment on the plane.

But the plane crashed, and the equipment should be broken according to common sense. How could it be opened by itself?

Could it be that the eagle owl possesses the intelligence of a human?

In short, Wang Ye is feeling a little excited now that he will unravel this mystery with his own hands.

"Wang Ye, there might be something useful in this transport plane. Let's go to the cabin and take a look."

Hu Bayi turned around and saw Wang Ye looking intently at the cockpit and said.

Wang Ye pointed to the cockpit. “Consultant Yang, Brother Hu, listen.”

Hu Bayi and Shirley Yang came over.

Soon the clear knocking sound appeared in the night sky again.

And this time it was even closer.

All three people could hear clearly that the source of the sound was inside the cabin of the plane.

"Hell, there really is something inside. I just saw a broken iron plate on the top of the cabin. I'm going to open it and see what's going on inside."

Hu Bayi held the paratrooper knife in his hand tightly, his Adam's apple squirming, and he was obviously a little uneasy.

"Okay, be careful."

Shirley Yang nodded and said.

Afterwards, Hu Bayi adjusted the brightness of the light, slowly pulled out his paratrooper knife, cut open the vines wrapped around the wreckage of the plane, and was about to go in to see what was going on.

Shirley Yang was still a little worried that something might happen to Hu Bayi, so she held the pistol tightly in her hand and followed him.

Wang Ye did not move.

It's not that Wang Ye is afraid.

But Wang Ye felt something was not right.

There is something inside the plane wreckage.

Wang Ye has read the original work and knows it by heart. He must know it.

But Wang Ye felt that there might be more than one thing in the cabin.

Because the knocking sounds just now were not three short, three long and three short!

Something else exists somewhere else.

"Be careful, this plane wreckage is a bit evil!"

Wang Ye reminded.

Neither Hu Bayi nor Shirley Yang are reckless people.

The two people quickly entered the aircraft cabin.

Inside the cockpit of the wreckage were the pilot's bones.

He was wearing the uniform of the Berry Army and had a helmet on his head.

Only white bones were exposed outside the uniform.

Apparently it had turned into a skeleton in the jungle.

The helmeted head hangs on the chest at a weird angle, and it looks like it cannot be done by a living person.

Lao Hu carefully held the paratrooper knife and walked in front.

At this moment, the knocking sound sounded again.

Then the pilot's helmet moved.

Wang Ye, who was standing outside, also saw it.

This time, Hu Bayi and Shirley Yang were frightened.

The two people were about to retreat.

The pilot's helmet actually came up.

It felt like the pilot who had been reduced to a dead skeleton came to life again and was struggling to get up.

Then the pilot's helmet actually came up.

Two golden lights flashed inside.

(End of this chapter)

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