Chapter 251 Flight Encounter

If you can't figure out the strength of your opponent, and your own strength is insufficient, this is the so-called "fear of both ends of the wolf". Zhou Qingfeng also couldn't figure out how many warships the pirates entrenched in Nassau still had, so he could only send out unmanned surveillance planes to keep an eye on every move in Nassau, and at the same time, the fleet headed to Great Abaco Island in the north of Nassau.

There is a small port, Mars, on Great Abaco Island. Zhou Qingfeng and others used small boats to land in the port, trying to obtain supplies and information.

The Caribbean Sea is a famous resort, and Great Abaco Island is also full of bright sunshine, white sandy beaches, and blue waters. In the past, tens of thousands of people lived here all the year round, but now it is quiet, and even if there are living people, they don't know where to hide to survive.

There was no one in the port area of ​​Mars. Zhou Qingfeng led the team to find an airport with an earthen runway nearby, and found many abandoned small sightseeing planes in the hangar. The only fly in the ointment is the lack of fuel.

"We have nothing now, no staple food, no fuel, no hope. You can take whatever you want, anyway, I can't stop it." The guard at the airport is an old man with greasy hands, who seems to be in charge of ground handling .

"Where are the people on the island going?" Zhou Qingfeng wanted to ask about the situation.

"I ran away." The old man on the ground staff shrugged. He is considered an aborigine on the island. He has lived here for generations, relying on the tourists who come and go every year. "There was a riot out of nowhere. At first people ran towards the United States, but then the Americans ran towards us, like a tide, and soon this place became a dead place."

"Do you know what's going on in Nassau? It's said that a guy named General Santos has taken over there. He doesn't seem to be short of fuel." Zhou Qingfeng asked again.

"I don't know, we have completely cut off contact with the outside world, and no one cares about our lives." The old man on the ground staff was completely depressed.

"And what about Miami?"

"do not know."

"Then what do you know?"

"I don't know anything."

The old man of the ground crew just stayed in his broken hangar, shaking his head in the face of the problem. Zhou Qingfeng looked at the other party's dull eyes, and after a long time, he said warmly: "My name is Victor Hugo, I think we can help each other. I guess you must be hungry, maybe I should give you some bread."

"Do you still have bread?" The old man's eyes glowed green when he heard that there was something to eat. He quickly got up from the rotten sofa he was sitting on and said, "We only have some canned fish, fruits, vegetables and so on here." Yes. But the staple food has been cut off for almost two months.

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"We can exchange your fruits and vegetables with flour." Zhou Qingfeng's words almost made the old man kneel down.

The old man yelled into the wooden shed behind the hangar, and several children ran out. They brought some fruits and the like, but Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said, "These are too few, we want more. Gather the rest of your islanders to work for us, and we will provide flour as a reward."

Three or four hundred people can be found on the island after sheltering them. They are all old people and children who are housekeepers. The young and strong have all gone out to find a way to survive. It's just that very few people know these days that it's safer to stay on such an isolated island.

Although food cannot be grown on the island, there are farms that can produce fruits and vegetables, as well as a large amount of canned food. The fleet used flour to exchange supplies with the people on the island. A bag of 50 kilograms of flour could be exchanged for half a ton of citrus. It was like robbery. The cold storage of the 'Aurora' quickly filled up. And the residents on the island began to cheer as if they had found a way out.

"Old man, are those planes still usable?" Zhou Qingfeng finally focused on a few abandoned small planes at the airport.

"Of course it works."

"Is there anyone else on the island who can fly these planes?"

"I can, it's easy to fly these little planes, and you can drive them. But we don't have fuel."

"We do have some aviation gasoline, maybe you can teach me."

"You still have gasoline?!"

After being surprised that Zhou Qingfeng could provide a large amount of flour, the residents on the island were also surprised that Zhou Qingfeng had brought a lot of aviation gasoline. Several Cessna series small planes on the airport were dragged out, and an old man from the ground staff was the instructor, training Zhou Qingfeng and others to be the pilots.

The Cessna series of small planes are really easy to drive, safe, reliable, and relatively comfortable. Zhou Qingfeng is the fastest learner, and he can drive independently in almost three days. The first thing he has to do is to figure out the situation near Great Abaco Island.

First it was Nassau, then the Bahamas, and then Miami. In short, it has been almost three months since the catastrophe, social order has been restored, and human life can be said to be orderly amidst chaos. But when Zhou Qingfeng explored the surrounding situation, he also found that a small plane also flew over Great Abaco Island, as if looking for something.

Both were single-wing piston propeller planes. During the driving process, the plane even approached Zhou Qingfeng's Cessna and pulled the trigger on him.

"Fuck! What does this son of a bitch want?" Zhou Qingfeng's learning ability is extremely strong, but his flying skills are still relatively trendy for the time being. Recently, he went up to scout the surrounding area for two consecutive days, and encountered this hostile small plane both times.

Especially in the second encounter, this small Beechcraft with a low-wing monoplane actually fired under the nose, with large-caliber bullets whizzing away. This firepower frightened Zhou Qingfeng on the spot and ran towards the sea. But the opponent just chased him down from the sky.

"Fuck, I'm not a fighter pilot!" Zhou Qingfeng's hairs stood on end on the spot, machine gun bullets splashed a waterline on the sea surface, and the 'Beechcraft' quickly approached the 'Cessna' that Zhou Qingfeng was driving. Beat him to death in the cabin.

At the critical moment, Zhou Qingfeng had no choice but to drive the plane headfirst into the sea water, use his strong body to withstand the impact of high-speed impact on the sea surface, and then quickly shot the glass cover of the cockpit to escape from the plane.

And when Zhou Qingfeng was still in the sea, the 'Beech' in the sky still didn't let him go, firing bullets into the sea repeatedly, and didn't leave until there was no sign of any survivors.

And Zhou Qingfeng held his breath in the sea for two full minutes, watching helplessly as the Cessna he was driving sank into the dark and deep ocean. After waiting for the opponent to leave, he emerged from the sea water and connected to his waterproof individual radio to call for support.

And the 'Beech' swaggered back to Nassau's airport, and before landing, he reported his results to the airport on the radio, "The other two big ships have been found, tell General Santos, he can Send a fleet to launch a surprise attack.

And I shot down an enemy reconnaissance plane today, and the pilot of the opponent fell into the sea and sank into the sea. I think you guys can get the paint ready and put a score icon on my fighter. "

Immediately, there was a burst of cheers on the radio at the airport, applauding the record of our own pilots. (To be continued.) To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: