Over Wuhan.
Gunshots resounded.
The roar of the fighter planes resounded.
In response to the Japanese Navigation operation, the Chinese Air Force's combat strategy is:
Il-15 fighter jets patrolled the northeastern sky of Wuhan, inducing its deportation aircraft to escape from its bomber group and cut off its cover force.
The Il-16 fighter jet patrols over Wuhan and attacks Japanese bombers.
When Japanese fighter planes arrived over Wuhan, the fierce air battle started quickly.
Under the sky, there are people watching the battle on both sides of the Yangtze River:
Countless Wuhan soldiers and civilians walked out of their homes, looking up at the sky and cheering for the athletes in the sky.
Jenny had a camera hanging around her neck, traversing the crowd.
Seeing so many Chinese people coming out to watch the battle regardless of danger, her scalp was numb and she was very puzzled.
Is this the official mandatory requirement for ordinary citizens to come out?
Her guess came to her heart.
"Zhao, aren't they afraid?" she shouted loudly, asking her temporary Chinese colleague and guide Zhao Lei.
"What?" Zhao Lei 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 in a heightened voice.
"Hello." The middle-aged man's eyes showed the surprise of seeing foreigners with his own eyes for the first time, but the look of surprise flashed by, and the man nodded politely.
"Sir, I am a reporter. Can you ask you a few questions?" Jenny asked.
"Yes." The middle-aged man subconsciously pulled his clothes, straightened his waist, and nodded solemnly.
"I'm curious, aren't you afraid?" Jenny asked.
"What are you afraid of?" asked the middle-aged man.
"I'm afraid of the bullets falling, I'm afraid of the bombs falling," said Jenny.
"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, the Chinese army is very weak compared to the Japanese army, isn't it?" Jenny asked back.
"Yes, we are weak, but we have the determination to resist desperately." The middle-aged man looked at the foreign female journalist, "Mr. Journalist, you should not have 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. For five thousand years, our country and our people have never been conquered by foreign races. They have not been before and will not be in the future." said the middle-aged man.
Jenny noticed that when she said this, there seemed to be a light flashing in the man's eyes.
...
At this time, a woman came over with a girl, and the middle-aged man smiled at the woman, and then picked up the girl.
"Madam, are you scared?" Jenny asked the woman.
"Are you afraid of it useful?" The woman already had white hair, but her whole body was very clean and her temperament was very good. She looked at the foreign female reporter, "When the invaders waved their butcher knife, they were afraid that they would only make them proud. No one would not be afraid. However, we have justice in our hearts and resist desperately. Victory belongs to the great Chinese nation!"
Jenny was slightly surprised. She planned to choose an ordinary interviewee, but at this moment she realized that she had chosen the wrong goal and that the couple should have an extraordinary background.
Her eyes turned to the little girl.
"Little girl, are you scared?" Jenny immediately asked the girl.
The girl nodded.
Jenny seemed a little excited and continued to ask, "Why are you afraid to come here? Was it your relative or someone else forced you to come?"
The middle-aged man was furious, "Miss, please pay attention to your words!"
"Brother." The girl pointed to the sky and said crisply.
"Sorry, sorry, Ms. Jenny has no other meaning." Zhao Lei squeezed over and bowed solemnly to apologize.
Then he faced Jenny with a serious expression, "Ms. Jenny, I know maybe you want to record the most real situation, but please pay attention to your words."
He pointed to the middle-aged man and the little girl, "This is the father of Martyr Liu Pengyu. Martyr Liu Pengyu died heroically in the 218 air battle two and a half months ago!"
As he said that, he pointed to the vast Yangtze River, "They died there, above the river surface, in the sky, and protected the Great Wuhan with their lives and guarded the suffering and strong Chinese nation!"
Jenny looked at her colleague in shock. She didn't understand that she just used inducing words to obtain the information she wanted as usual, but this colleague who had always been gentle was so angry.
She turned her head and looked at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man picked up the girl, stepped on his neck, looked at the sky, with a look of pride in his eyes and the unconcealed sadness in his eyes!
"Brother, brother!" the little girl waved her little hand, looked into the sky, and shouted excitedly.
...
"Be careful, don't mess up." Shen Chengxiang glanced at his family and shouted loudly.
Wei Chengchu stared at the sky with her eyes tightly. She hoped to see her son's fighter plane, but she was afraid to see it.
Shen Yue held the future sister-in-law's hand, and the two looked at the sky nervously.
Wang Luyun was praying, praying for the safety of her lover.
The roar of the engine was shaking the sky.
A Japanese fighter jet was hit and caught fire, and fell into the Yangtze River.
The Wuhan military and civilians who were watching the battle made a shocking cheer.
In a blink of an eye, the cheers turned into exclamations and sorrow.
A Chinese fighter plane was shot in the cabin. After barely supporting it in the air for a few seconds, it was attacked by a Japanese army and exploded directly in the air.
Everyone's tears flowed down.
There was pain and sadness in Shen Huaiming's eyes.
That was Hu Zhengze, who was in his dormitory. He was the roommate who borrowed cigarettes from him when he was writing his diary.
Hu Zhengze is from Changsha, Hunan and is a student of the Department of Physics at Tsinghua University. He likes music and plays a good piano.
...
Chen Huaiming's fighter plane dodged and avoided the sneak attack of a Japanese plane.
Then, he seized the opportunity and pulled the trigger directly, shot a round of bullets out, and directly hit the enemy plane.
The injured Japanese plane wanted to escape, but Chen Huaiming followed and fired another round of strafing. A ray of black smoke rose up and exploded as the Japanese plane landed on the river.
"good!"
The Wuhan military 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 hero's fighter plane in the sky and shouted.
"Second brother!" Chen Yue pointed to the sky and shouted. Of course, she could not determine who the fighter plane was. This was just a proud shout. His second brother was also an Air Force soldier. With this hero's fighter plane, the hero's pilot was robes!
Wang Luyun looked at the sky.
She could imagine that her Huaiming had always been like this, so brave and bravely guarding the sky of the motherland!
Perhaps, Huaiming is also fighting the enemy in the sky at this moment.
Her heart tugged
...
Blood!
Bright red blood!
Blood with a fishy smell!
Chen Huaiming licked the blood at the corner of his mouth.
His vision was a little 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 shot in many places.
The fuselage trembled.
Been shot again.
Black smoke emerged from the plane.
Chen Huaiming knew that his fighter opportunity had been severely damaged and had begun to gradually lose control.
"Huaiming, parachuting!" The pilot of a fighter plane closest to Chen Huaiming roared.
"Skydiving!"
"Jump!"
The military and civilians watching the battle also saw the black smoke coming out of their own fighter plane, and people shouted loudly.
Chen Huaiming glanced at the ground, on the vast bank of the Yangtze River, countless people were watching the battle and cheering for them.
He was thinking, wondering if Dad, Mom, Sister, Lu Yun were below.
Although I just visited my relatives and returned home yesterday, I miss them so much at this moment.
In addition to family, there are so many compatriots.
Those tragic scenes appeared in his mind.
Suffering China.
The last wailing compatriots that happened before their death!
My motherland!
We swear to protect you to the death!
His eyes instantly became extremely firm.
The fighter jet emitting black smoke is like an eagle covered in bruises and crisscrossing holes!
The crowd watching the battle on the ground saw the wings of the fighter plane swaying.
Most people don't know what this means.
The middle-aged man, Chen Chengxiang and his family exclaimed, and they knew the meaning of this action:
This is the meaning of saying goodbye!
Then, under the golden sunlight on the river, everyone saw the fighter jet emitting black smoke and accelerated without hesitation and rushed into a Japanese fighter jet in the air.
The fighters of the Japanese fighter jets let out a terrifying roar, but he had no way to hide.
The two fighter planes collided violently in the air and immediately started to burn.
Amid the exclamations, sorrows and crying of the soldiers and civilians watching the battle, the fighter plane fell into the Yangtze River.
Wei Chengchu, Chen Yue, Wang Luyun and others covered their eyes and made low sobs.
Chen Chengxiang also showed sadness on his face.
Many of the citizens around were crying.
"I, I'm worried about Huaiming." Wei Chengchu said in a hoarse voice.
"Don't think about it." Chen Chengxiang comforted his wife and at the same time, "Hui Ming must be fine."
Wang Luyun gently patted her sister-in-law who was crying sadly. Her eyes looked at the river. For no reason, her heart was so painful.
"Huaiming, you must be safe."
...
Among the crowd watching the game, a young man in casual clothes saluted the sky solemnly, and tears slid down his eyes.
He was a pilot of the deportation aircraft of the 11th Battalion of the Third Squadron of the Chinese Air Force. Because his father passed away, he went home to attend the funeral. He had just returned to Wuhan. He didn't have time to catch up with this battle. He could only watch his robes fight desperately with the enemy in the air. His heart was so sad and so painful.
If you were in the team and flying the fighter plane into the air, you would be able to gain more strength. Perhaps some robes might not die.
"Our bodies, planes and bombs, will die together with the enemy's warship positions!"
His lips stammered and he silently recited this sentence.
He knew that the chariot who flew the fighter plane and the enemy plane died together had practiced this sentence with practical actions.
It's service:
21 Japanese planes were shot down, including 11 destroyers and 10 bombers, including 9 Chinese Air Force shot down.
The Sino-Soviet Joint Air Force lost only 12 aircraft!
After the air battle ends.
The sound of excitement was filled with the radio broadcasts over Wuhan, and the military and civilians in Wuhan held a grand parade to celebrate the great victory in the April 29th air battle.
In order to boost morale and promote the War of Resistance, the Guofu Newspaper introduced Hangzhou Jianqiao Aviation School in a great amount of space:
In the 21st year of the Republic of China, and the second year after the September 18th Incident, the Central Aviation School was newly established in Jianqiao, Hangzhou.
Because the enrollment requirements must be high school education or above, the aviation students entering this school are all scholarly families and rich children.
When the country is in trouble, no matter whether it is born, you will fight to the death to serve the country!
In order to defend the motherland and regain the fallen land, our prides in the air gave up their generous conditions, left their warm families, and devoted themselves to the Chinese Air Force, which had been almost at a disadvantage since the first day.
Facing the powerful threat of the Japanese army, what we have not only high morale, but also the unique school motto in the world that we have kept in mind from the first day of school:
"Our bodies, planes and bombs, will die together with the enemy's warship positions!"
Behind the article is a long list of air force soldiers who have died in their country since the War of Resistance Against Japan.
Liang Hongyun, Shengyun Pavilion, Shen Chonghai, Lu Suigang, Liu Pengyu...
It does not include the sacrificial soldiers in today's April 29 air battle, not because the list is still counted, but because the search and rescue team is still rescued:
Although I know that the pride in the air falling into the river will be difficult to survive, no one is willing to give up.
...
Hou Pingliang looked at the dancers standing in a row by the wall.
Some people were so scared that their legs were trembling.
Some people look resentful.
He lit a cigarette and took a few violent sips, which choked him and made him cough repeatedly.
A policeman laughed.
In fact, some police officers were not too convinced about Deputy General General Cheng's extraordinary promotion of Hou Pingliang.
Hou Pingliang's eyes swept over, and the policeman stopped laughing.
Hou Pingliang also smiled.
The policeman felt relieved, and then he was despicable. This slut was not allowed to go to the table and was soft. If he had been ridiculed, he would have to go up and slap his mouth.
After "search", six dancers were suspected.
Hou Pingliang glanced at the other trembling men and women, looked at the six people caught, and said coldly, "Take them away and stop the team!"
At this moment, a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses struggled and shouted, "Why should I catch me?"
Hou Pingliang picked up a police baton hanging around the waist of a policeman, walked forward in two steps, and whipped his head and face.
The protesters screamed in pain, and at first they were still scolding, but soon, the scolding turned into a begging for mercy, and finally the begging for mercy turned into a painful whine.
Then, people saw Hou Pingliang seemingly found something similar to a piece of paper from the beating person, and glanced at it.
"Record." Hou Pingliang sneered and said lightly, "Catch an important leader of the Jiang Mule Bandit Gang."
The other crowds in the dance hall who had originally planned to be turbulent were so scared that their scalp was numb and everyone did not dare to say anything.
The other five dancers who were listed as suspects were even more scared and were taken away obediently.
The nearly unconscious and freshly baked gang leader of the ginger mule bandit was snatched up by two policemen and dragged his feet away on the ground, leaving a long string of blood marks.
Half an hour later.
No. 22 Xuehuali Road.
Office of the Deputy General Administration Chief.
Deputy General General Cheng Qianfan looked at the yard.
The military card drove back, and the little monkey caught a group of "suspects" and came back.
Deputy General Chief Cheng put down his hand holding the blinds, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and today, he was inexplicably irritable and uneasy.
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