In the end, in order to prove that they are not cowards, Hu Bayi and Wang Ye volunteered to ask Shirley Yang to wait for their news under the tree.

when climbing a tree.

Wang Ye's body was light, and he quickly reached the canopy, followed by Hu Bayi behind him.

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

He might not have figured out the situation yet, so he kept asking Wang Ye what was going on under the tree holding his "Sword Might".

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

Seeing the fat man running around with his gun like a headless fly under the tree, he hung the climbing pick between the trees, stopped and bowed his head and said to the fat man:

"Don't point the gun upwards. Be careful that if you go away, Wang Ye and I will collapse. There seems to be something in this tree. Let's climb up to see what's going on. You stay on the ground and be vigilant. Don't be careless."

"There is a wreckage of a plane in the tree!"

Following Wang Ye's shout.

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

Due to his weight, Fatty Wang stayed under the tree as a guard for the banyan tree, and yelled immediately when there was a situation.

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

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

Under the quiet and frosty moonlight, a section of the cabin of a huge plane was inserted upside down between two trees, and the wings and tail were missing.

The degree of body damage is very high.

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

The hatch has been separated from the fuselage, and it was completely deformed by the collision. There are rust mottled everywhere, and thick moss and vines grow over it, almost growing into one body with the tree trunk.

The landing gear got stuck in the gap between the trees. If you didn't climb to the top of the tree and watch it up close, you would never have imagined that there would be a piece of wreckage here.

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

He thought to himself that the plane probably hit the mountain and broke into several pieces. This section of the cabin just fell on the treetop. With such a big impact, only these two rare giant couple trees can bear the impact. .

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

Xue Liyang pointed to scrape off a large piece of green plant mud covering the fuselage with a paratrooper knife, and let Wang Ye and Hu Bayi watch.

A string of serial numbers C2X-R[-]XXX-XX[-] was suddenly revealed there.

A few letters are already illegible.

Hu Bayi asked curiously: "A bomber from the British Air Force? Or is it a special aid to the Chinese Flying Tigers?"

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

Shirley Yang shook her head and explained.

"This is not far from Myanmar. According to the news, dozens of wreckages of transport planes have been found in the area of ​​the Nujiang Grand Canyon and the Gaoligong Mountain which is very close. During the three years from [-] to [-], On the China-Myanmar border and later on the hump route, there were no less than six or seven hundred planes that crashed in Southwest China, and unexpectedly one of them crashed here as well."

Hu Bayi was born in the military and has a better understanding of these histories, so he expressed his own judgment.

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

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

Wang Ye's mind was not on the content of the chat between Hu Bayi and Xue Liyang, but stared at the cockpit of the wreckage of the plane.

If I hadn't guessed it myself, the mysterious Morse code should have been sent 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 man?

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

"Wang Ye, there may be something useful in this transport plane, we can still use it by presenting Wang Dou, let's take a look inside the cabin together."

Hu Bayi turned his head and saw Wang Ye staring at the cockpit intently, and said.

Wang Ye pointed to the cockpit.

"Staff Yang, Brother Hu, listen up."

Hu Bayi and Shirley Yang came over.

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

And this time it's even closer.

All three could hear clearly, and the source of the sound was in the cabin of the plane.

"Damn it, is there really something inside? I just saw a broken iron plate on the top of the cabin. I'll open it up and see what's inside."

Hu Bayi clenched the paratrooper knife in his hand, his Adam's apple wriggled, obviously a little uneasy.

"Okay, be careful."

Shirley Yang nodded and said.

Afterwards, Hu Bayi adjusted the brightness of the lamp, slowly drew out the paratrooper knife, cut open the vines wrapped around the wreckage of the plane, and was about to go in to see what happened.

Shirley Yang was still a little worried about what happened to Hu Bayi, so she also clenched the pistol tightly in her hand and followed.

Wang Ye didn't move.

It's not that Wang Ye is afraid.

It was Wang Ye who felt something was wrong.

There is something in the wreckage of the plane.

Wang Ye has read the original work, so it can be said that he knows it by heart, so he must know it.

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

Because the knocking sound just now is not three shorts, three longs and three shorts!

Something else exists elsewhere.

"Be careful, this plane wreck is a little evil!"

Wang Ye reminded.

Neither Hu Bayi nor Shirley Yang is reckless.

The two quickly entered the aircraft cabin.

Inside the cockpit of the wreckage, there are the remains of the pilot.

Wearing the uniform of the Berry Army on his body and a helmet on his head.

Only the white skeleton was exposed outside the uniform.

Apparently turned into a skeleton in the jungle.

The head with the helmet hangs on the chest at a strange angle, and at first glance, it is impossible for a living person to do it.

Lao Hu walked in front with the paratrooper knife carefully.

Just then, the knock sounded again.

Then the pilot's helmet moved.

Wang Ye who was standing outside also saw it.

This action frightened Hu Bayi and Shirley Yang.

The two were about to retreat.

The pilot's helmet actually lifted.

It felt like the pilot who had been reduced to bones was alive again, struggling to get up.

Then the pilot's helmet really lifted.

Two golden lights flashed inside.

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