Chapter 587 Blood in the Sky
Over Wuhan.
The sound of gunshots resounded.
The roar of fighter planes resounded.
In response to this operation by the Japanese Navy, the Chinese Air Force’s combat strategy is:
Use IL-15 fighter planes to patrol the northeastern sky outside Wuhan, induce its destroyers to break away from its bomber group, and cut off its covering force.
Il-16 fighter jets patrolled the skies over Wuhan and attacked Japanese bombers.
When the Japanese fighter planes arrived in the sky over Wuhan, a brutal aerial battle began quickly.
Under the sky, people on both sides of the Yangtze River were watching the battle:
Countless Wuhan soldiers and civilians have walked out of their homes. They are looking up at the sky and cheering for the aerialists in the sky.
Jenny walked through the crowd with a camera hanging around her neck.
Seeing so many Chinese people come out to watch the battle regardless of the danger, her scalp went numb and she was very puzzled.
Is this the official requirement for ordinary citizens to come out?
She came up with her own guess in her mind.
“Zhao, aren’t they afraid?” she shouted loudly, asking her Chinese temporary colleague and guide Zhao Lei.
“What?” Zhao Lei squeezed through the crowd and asked with his mouth wide open.
Jenny shook her head, she looked around and chose a middle-aged man in a blue shirt as her target.
“Hello, sir.” She leaned over and shouted with a raised voice.
"Hello." The middle-aged man's eyes showed the surprise of seeing a foreigner for the first time. However, the surprise only flashed past, and the man nodded politely.
“Sir, I am a reporter, can I ask you a few questions?” Jenny asked.
"Okay." The middle-aged man subconsciously tugged on his clothes, straightened his waist, and nodded solemnly.
“I’m curious, aren’t you scared?” Jenny asked.
“What are you afraid of?” the middle-aged man asked.
“Afraid of bullets falling, afraid of bombs falling,” Jenny said.
“Not afraid.” The middle-aged man shook his head. He looked at the blonde foreign female reporter and smiled, “Our soldiers are fighting in the air, resisting the invaders, and they are protecting us!”
"But compared to the Japanese army, the Chinese army is very weak, isn't it?" Jenny asked.
“Yes, we are weak, but we are determined to resist to the death.” The middle-aged man looked at the foreign female reporter and said, “Mr. Reporter, you must have never studied the history of our country.”
“What?” Jenny didn’t understand why this person mentioned Chinese history.
“The civilization of the Chinese nation has never been broken. In the past five thousand years, our land and our people have never been conquered by foreigners. They have never been conquered before, and there will never be any in the future.” The middle-aged man said.
Jenny noticed that when he said this, there seemed to be light shining in the man's eyes.
…
At this time, a woman came over holding a girl. The middle-aged man smiled at the woman and then picked up the girl.
“Madam, are you afraid?” Jenny asked the woman.
"Is fear useful?" The woman already had gray hair, but she was very clean and had a very good temperament. She looked at the foreign female reporter, "When the invaders waved their butcher knives, fear would only make them complacent. , no one will not be afraid, but we have justice in our hearts and will resist to the death. Victory belongs to the great Chinese nation!"
Jenny was slightly stunned. She had planned to choose an ordinary interview subject, but at this moment she realized that her target selection was wrong. This couple should have an extraordinary background.
Her eyes shifted to the little girl.
“Little girl, are you scared?” Jenny asked the girl immediately.
The girl nodded.
Jenny seemed a little excited and continued to ask, "Why do you still want to come if you are afraid? Did your relatives or someone else force you to come?"
The middle-aged man was angry, "Madam, please watch your words!"
“Brother.” The girl pointed to the sky and said crisply.
“Sorry, sorry, Ms. Jenny didn’t mean anything else.” Zhao Lei squeezed over and bowed solemnly to apologize.
Then, he faced Jenny and said with a serious expression, "Ms. Jenny, I know that maybe you want to record the most realistic situation, but please be careful about the words you use."
He pointed at the middle-aged man and the little girl, "This is the father of martyr Liu Pengyu. Martyr Liu Pengyu died heroically in the February 18 air battle two and a half months ago!"
As he spoke, he pointed to the vast Yangtze River, "They sacrificed their lives there, on the river and in the sky, using their lives to protect Wuhan and the suffering but strong Chinese nation!"
Jenny looked at her colleague in shock. She didn't understand. She just used inducement words as usual to get the information she wanted, but she made this always gentle colleague so angry.
She turned to look at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man picked up the girl, straddled his neck, and looked at the sky. His eyes were filled with pride, and there was unconcealable sadness in his eyes!
“Brother, brother!” the little girl waved her little hands, looked at the sky, and shouted excitedly.
…
“Be careful, don’t get too crowded.” Shen Chengxiang glanced at his family and shouted loudly.
Wei Chengchu's eyes were fixed on the sky. She hoped to see her son's fighter plane, but was afraid to see it.
Shen Yue held the hand of her future sister-in-law, and the two of them looked at the sky nervously.
Wang Luyun is praying for the safety of her lover.
The roar of the engine was loud.
A Japanese fighter plane burst into flames after being hit and plunged into the Yangtze River.
The soldiers and civilians of Wuhan watching the battle burst into loud cheers.
In an instant, the cheers turned into exclamations and sadness.
The cabin of a Chinese fighter plane was hit by a bullet. After the plane barely held up in the air for a few seconds, it encountered a sneak attack by the Japanese army and exploded directly in the air.
Everyone shed tears.
Shen Huaiming's eyes flashed with pain and sadness.
That was his roommate Hu Zhengze, the roommate and Pao Ze who borrowed cigarettes from him when he was writing his diary.
Hu Zhengze is a native of Changsha, Hunan. He is a physics student at Tsinghua University. He likes music and plays the piano well.
…
Shen Huaiming's fighter plane dodged and avoided a sneak attack by a Japanese plane.
Then, he saw the right moment, pulled the trigger directly, and fired a burst of bullets, directly hitting the enemy plane.
The injured Japanese plane wanted to escape. Shen Huaiming followed up and fired again. The Japanese plane raised a column of black smoke and exploded as it fell towards the river.
"good!"
Wuhan soldiers and civilians watching the battle on both sides of the Yangtze River burst into loud cheers.
“Brother!” The little girl riding on her father’s neck pointed at the heroic fighter plane in the sky and shouted.
"Second brother!" Shen Yue pointed to the sky and shouted. Of course, she couldn't be sure who the fighter plane was. This was just a proud shout. His second brother was also an Air Force soldier, and this heroic fighter plane and hero The pilot is Pao Ze!
Wang Luyun looked towards the sky.
She could imagine that her Huai Ming had always been like this, so brave, guarding the sky of her motherland heroically!
Perhaps Huai Ming is also fighting to the death with the enemy in the sky at this moment.
Her heart tugged
…
Blood!
The bright red blood!
The fishy-smelling blood!
Shen Huaiming licked the blood from the corner of his mouth.
His vision was slightly blurred.
Because he had just shot down an enemy plane, he quickly became the focus of Japanese fighter plane attacks and was surrounded by enemy planes.
At this moment, his fighter plane had been hit in many places.
The fuselage trembled.
The plane emitted black smoke.
Shen Huaiming knew that his fighter plane had been seriously damaged and had begun to lose control.
“Huai Ming, parachute!” the pilot of the fighter plane closest to Shen Huai Ming shouted.
“Skydiving!”
“Jump!”
The soldiers and civilians watching the battle also saw black smoke rising from their own fighter plane when it was hit, and the people shouted hoarsely.
Shen Huaiming glanced at the ground. On the bank of the vast Yangtze River, countless people were watching the battle and cheering for them.
He was thinking about whether his father, mother, sister, and Lu Yun were down there.
Even though I just returned home from visiting my relatives yesterday, I miss them so much at this moment.
In addition to family members, there are so many compatriots.
The tragic scenes flashed through his mind.
Suffering China.
The last wailing compatriots before the disaster!
My Homeland!
We swear to protect you to the death!
his gaze instantly became extremely firm.
The fighter plane emitting black smoke is like an eagle covered in bruises and holes!
The crowd watching the battle on the ground saw the wings of the fighter plane swinging.
Most people don’t know what this means.
The middle-aged man, Shen Chengxiang and his family members exclaimed, they knew what this action meant:
This is the meaning of farewell!
Then, under the ray of golden sunlight on the river, everyone saw the fighter plane emitting black smoke, and accelerated without hesitation towards a Japanese fighter plane in the sky.
The Japanese fighter jet fighter roared in terror, but he had no way to escape.
Two fighter planes collided violently in the air and burst into flames.
Amidst the exclamations, sadness, and cries of the soldiers and civilians watching the battle, the fighter plane crashed into the Yangtze River.
Wei Chengchu, Shen Yue, Wang Luyun and others covered their eyes and let out low sobs.
Shen Chengxiang also looked sad.
Many of the surrounding citizens were crying.
"I, I'm worried about Huai Ming." Wei Chengchu said hoarsely.
"Don't think blindly." Shen Chengxiang comforted his wife and himself, "Huai Ming is definitely fine."
Wang Luyun gently patted the sad and crying sister-in-law. She looked towards the river. For no reason, she felt a lot of pain in her heart.
“Huai Ming, you must be safe.”
…
Among the crowd watching the battle, a young man in casual clothes saluted solemnly toward the sky, tears falling down his eyes.
He is a fighter pilot of the 11th Battalion of the 3rd Squadron of the Chinese Air Force. Because his father passed away, he went home to attend the funeral. He just returned to Wuhan and did not have time to catch up with the battle. He could only watch his robe in the air and the enemy. Fighting to the death, his heart was so sad and painful.
If you are in the team and fly the fighter plane into the sky, you will have more strength, and maybe some soldiers will not die.
“Our bodies, aircraft, and bombs must perish together with the enemy’s warships and positions!”
His lips moved, silently reciting these words.
He knew that Pao Ze, who piloted a fighter plane and died together with the enemy plane, fulfilled this sentence with practical actions.
It is a service:
21 Japanese aircraft were shot down, including 11 destroyers and 10 bombers. Among them, the Chinese Air Force shot down 9 Japanese aircraft.
The Sino-Soviet joint air force lost only 12 aircraft!
After the air battle is over.
The radio over Wuhan was filled with exciting sounds. The military and civilians of Wuhan held a massive parade to celebrate the victory of the April 29 air battle.
In order to boost morale and promote the Anti-Japanese War, the Guofu Newspaper introduced Hangzhou Jianqiao Aviation School at great length. In a sense, this article was more like a ‘recruitment brochure’, calling on aspiring young people to join the Air Force:
In the 21st year of the Republic of China, the second year after the September 18th Incident, the Central Aviation School was newly established in Jianqiao, Hangzhou.
Enrollment requirements must be a high school diploma or above.
Therefore, the aviation students who enter this school come from scholarly families, rich families, returned overseas Chinese, and poor talents.
When the country is in trouble, no matter where you come from, you should fight to the death to serve the country!
Facing the powerful threat of the Japanese army, we not only have high morale, but also have a unique school motto in the world that has been kept in mind from the first day of school:
“Our bodies, aircraft, and bombs must perish together with the enemy’s warships and positions!”
At the end of the article, there is a long list of air force officers and soldiers who have died for the country since the Anti-Japanese War.
Liang Hongyun, Sheng Yunge, Shen Chonghai, Lu Suigang, Liu Pengyu…
The soldiers who died in today’s April 29th air battle are not included, not because the list is still being counted, but because the search and rescue team is still rescuing:
Even though they know that it is difficult for a flying hero to survive when he falls into the river, no one is willing to give up.
…
Hou Pingliang looked at the dancers standing in a row beside the wall.
Some people’s legs were shaking with fear.
Some people looked unhappy.
He lit a cigarette and took a few puffs, which choked him and made him cough repeatedly.
One of the policemen laughed.
In fact, some patrol officers were not too convinced by Deputy Chief Inspector Cheng’s unusual promotion of Hou Pingliang.
Hou Pingliang glanced over and the patrolman stopped laughing.
Hou Pingliang also smiled.
The patrolman breathed a sigh of relief, and then he felt contemptuous. This scoundrel could not stand on the stage, he was so weak. If he was laughed at, he would have to be slapped in the face.
After "screening", six dancers were suspected.
Hou Pingliang glanced at the other frightened men and women, then at the six people who were caught, and said coldly, "Take them away, close the team!"
At this moment, a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses struggled and shouted, "Why are you arresting me?"
Hou Pingliang picked up a policeman’s baton hanging from his waist, stepped forward in two steps, and slapped him on the head and face.
The protesters screamed and screamed. At first, they were cursing. Soon, the cursing turned into begging for mercy, and finally the begging for mercy turned into painful wails.
Then, people saw that Hou Pingliang seemed to have found something like a piece of paper from the person who was beaten, and glanced at it.
"Record." Hou Pingliang sneered and said lightly, "Captured an important leader of the Jiang Mule gang."
Other people in the ballroom who had planned to cause a commotion were so frightened that no one dared to say a word.
The other five dancers who were listed as suspects were trembling with fear and were taken away obediently.
The freshly beaten important leader of the Ginger Mule gang, who was almost unconscious, was picked up by two patrolmen and dragged off with his feet on the ground, leaving a long trail of blood.
Half an hour later.
No. 22, Xue Huali Road.
Office of the Deputy Inspector General.
Deputy Chief Inspector Cheng Qianfan glanced at the yard.
The military truck drove back, and the little monkey caught a group of "suspects" and returned.
Deputy Inspector Cheng put down his hand holding the blinds. He lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. Today, he felt a little restless for no reason.
ˆ PS: Please subscribe, ask for monthly votes, and ask for rewards, thank you.
I wish book friend [Prosperity, Jun Mo] a happy birthday and may all your wishes come true.
(End of this chapter)