ebookland Chapter 142 Japanese pilots kidnapped by bandits
Chapter 142 Japanese pilots kidnapped by bandits
A Japanese bomber pilot, having parachuted out, was left adrift in the air. Having narrowly escaped a crash, his heart still pounding, he sensed a new danger looming.
A massive eagle circled high in the sky, its sharp gaze instantly locking onto the pilot beneath the parachute. Then, like an arrow from a bow, it swooped down. The pilot suddenly heard an unusual sound of wind overhead. Looking up, his face paled with fear. He saw the eagle's sharp claws bearing down on him. Instinctively, he flailed his arms, trying to block the sudden attack. But the eagle, remarkably agile, easily dodged his frantic movements. One of its claws grasped his shoulder with precision, piercing deep into his flight suit, embedding itself into his flesh and sending a wave of excruciating pain through him. The eagle released its claws again...
The intense pain instantly sobered the pilot. He endured it, using his uninjured hand to quickly reach for the self-defense pistol at his waist. Just as the eagle attacked again, attempting to peck at his head, he finally managed to pull the pistol free. Without taking careful aim, he fired several shots in the eagle's general direction. The "bang, bang, bang" sound of gunfire shattered the silence, echoing across the empty sky.
The eagle was frightened and flapped its wings to turn urgently to avoid the bullet's trajectory, but did not fly away. Instead, it continued to circle not far away, as if looking for a new opportunity to attack.
The pilot took the opportunity to check his shoulder wound, which was bleeding profusely, staining his shirt red. He gritted his teeth, one hand tightly covering the wound to stop the bleeding, while the other held the gun, watching the eagle's movements vigilantly.
However, the previous struggle and firing had tangled the parachute cords with the eagle's wings and talons, deforming the canopy and causing a sudden increase in speed and loss of control. As the parachute lost altitude, one side caught on a large tree branch. The sudden pull nearly knocked the pilot loose, leaving him dangling in mid-air, several meters above the ground. He struggled to unfasten the parachute buckle with one hand, but his injury hampered his progress.
Just then, a bandit group passed by. The bandit leader saw the figure in the tree, his eyes lighting up as if he had seen a pile of gold and silver. "Whatever it is, let's get it down first. Maybe it's a fat sheep!" the bandit leader rubbed his hands excitedly, his face filled with greed.
The minions sprang to action, quickly climbing the tree. One of the stronger minions drew his long knife, reached for the parachute cord with great effort, and cut it with a few slashes. The pilot fell, and was caught by the minions below the tree and dragged to the ground.
While still in the air, the pilot was in a state of utter panic and rage. His eyes, bloodshot and bulging, seemed to burst forth with fire. Ignoring the excruciating pain in his shoulder, he frantically tugged at the parachute cord with his only remaining hand. His body spun wildly in the air like a mad top, struggling to free himself from the deadly restraints, his voice hysterically shouting in Japanese.
The moment he landed, he erupted in astonishing force, like a runaway locomotive. He lunged forward, sending an approaching bandit flying several meters. Then, like a maddened beast, he roared in fury, his Japanese curses deafening. His body twisted violently, every muscle tense, the veins in his neck bulging like earthworms, and his feet kicked like uncontrolled hammers, sending dust flying everywhere they went. He unleashed a powerful kick at any bandit who approached, a kick powerful enough to break ribs and strike terror into the hearts of his bandits.
He still clutched the pistol. Amidst the chaotic struggle, he seized his opportunity and fired two shots at the bandits. The clatter of gunfire cut through the din of the forest. One shot, pinned by his restraint, missed, glancing past the bandit's ear. The bandit, frightened, paled and frozen in place. The other shot struck a bandit squarely in the abdomen. The wounded man screamed, clutching his hands over the wound, and collapsed to the ground in agony, blood gushing from between his fingers.
But the bandits were outnumbered, and several of their followers exchanged glances and quickly closed in from all sides. One of them seized the opportunity and used his knee like a battering ram to drive him back, sending him stumbling forward. Another pounced on him like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, his hands clamping down on his kicking legs like iron tongs. Others seized the opportunity to tie his hands tightly behind his back with thick hemp rope. Despite his desperate struggles, his wrists were bruised and bloody, but he was unable to stop his fate of being completely subdued, and he was eventually unable to move.
After being captured by the bandits, the pilot continued to twist his body, mumbling curses in Japanese and glaring fiercely at the bandits around him. "Hey, what is this little devil mumbling?" a small thug asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"No matter what he says, let's take this bastard back first." The bandit leader responded impatiently.
"Boss, this Japanese looks like an official. If we take him back, we will definitely be able to exchange him for a lot of good things." A tall and thin minion said flatteringly.
"Of course, I'm really lucky this time," the bandit leader laughed triumphantly. The bandits ignored the pilot's anger. One of their men punched him in the stomach and said viciously, "If you move again, we'll throw you into the mountains to feed the wolves!" The pilot felt the pain, but he only groaned and continued to struggle stubbornly.
While being escorted, the pilot took advantage of a bandit approaching and suddenly kicked him hard in the knee. The bandit cried out, "Ouch!" and fell to one knee. Then, like a mad beast, he bit the ear of the bandit next to him. The bandit screamed in pain and used both hands to pry his head apart. A bandit behind him saw this and, infuriated, kicked the pilot in the ass. The pilot fell forward, falling to the ground with the bandit whose ear was bitten... The bandit got up, grabbed the whip from the bandit next to him, and started beating the pilot...
The bandits were enraged by the pilot's behavior. To prevent him from causing any more trouble, they tied his hands and feet tightly with thicker hemp ropes. They then found a long bamboo pole and carried him like a wild boar. One bandit held the front of the pole, while another held the back. The pilot was suspended upside down from the pole, his body swaying with the bandits' steps. He struggled repeatedly, trying to break free, but to no avail, and was forced to continue being carried by the bandits.
The bandit leader walked up, circled around the pilot, looked at him carefully, and sneered: "Hmph, little Jap, you won't have an easy time once you fall into our hands. Once we exchange you for money, you will be left to fend for yourself." After that, he signaled his men to lift the pilot up and walk towards the mountain stronghold.
Along the way, the pilot tried to observe his surroundings and look for a chance to escape, but the bandits watched him closely and would be beaten and scolded if he made the slightest move. He secretly planned to find a way to get rid of these bandits and return to the Japanese army.
Afterwards, the bandits carried the kidnapped pilot and fled towards the mountain stronghold, planning to exchange him for a generous ransom or a large amount of supplies from the Japanese army or other forces.