A Type 97 Type II heavy explosive aircraft slowly parked on the runway. The shocked Kinoshita Yuu staggered off the plane, repeating this sentence as if in a whisper, "How could this happen... How could this happen...
"
Upon seeing this, a major who was accompanying him quickly came over to support him and asked with concern: "Your Excellency, division commander, why don't you go back and take a rest first?"
"No!"
Kinoshita Isamu shook his head: "I want to watch the warriors return here in person. I brought them out, so I have to greet them personally."
The major stopped talking. He understood what Isamu Kinoshita meant. The commander of his division wanted to personally count the losses.
Soon, a Type 1 fighter jet emitting black smoke staggered and almost hit the runway. After bouncing a few times, it staggered towards the lawn and glided for tens of meters before stopping.
Then two fire trucks roared over and the firefighters opened the faucets and sprayed two jets of water onto the fighter plane. At the same time, two medics rushed to the cockpit and lifted out a pilot who was covered in blood.
At the same time, the returning fighter planes also began to land, and the ground staff at the airport all rushed to the runway. They looked at the fighter planes that were either in shock or with scars, all of which were bright and solemn.
The ground crews understood that their fighter planes must have gone through a fierce and fierce battle, but these ground crews who had just arrived from Manchuria did not understand what kind of powerful enemy the Second Division encountered to suffer such heavy losses.
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The pilots either staggered off the plane or were helped down by ambulance personnel, but everyone's face was particularly ugly, and some even knelt on the ground and cried as soon as they got off the plane.
Today's battle was too brutal. For everyone, today's battle was a nightmare until the last plane parked on the runway more than 20 minutes later.
"37 planes!" a ground crew shouted out, with a look of disbelief on his face. He remembered that there were 126 planes when they set out, but now only one-third of them have returned. What kind of powerful enemy did they encounter?
ah?
Suddenly, a sad voice sang.
"You and I are Sakura at the same time. We were both open in the courtyard of the military academy.
I have long had the consciousness to give up immediately and leave calmly for the sake of the country.
You and I are Sakura at the same time, we are both in the courtyard of the military academy.
There is no difference between flesh and blood, so why do we have to separate after we are so close to each other?
You and I are cherry blossoms at the same time, blooming in the courtyard of the same air force
Looking up at the sunset burning like a flame, the landline that can no longer wait for your return
You and I are cherry blossoms at the same time, blooming in the courtyard of the same air force
The day of meeting has not come yet, why did you die before me and leave me..."
The singing quickly changed from solo singing to chorus, and many people could not help but burst into tears while singing.
"Woooooooo..."
A second lieutenant with an injured arm pushed away the doctor who was about to treat his wound from the explosion. He rushed to Kinoshita Isamu and asked with a choked voice: "Your Excellency, division commander... why is this happening... why has it become like this?"
Isamu Kinoshita was speechless. When everyone in the Second Division just transferred from Manchuria to Shanxi, everyone was satisfied and full of confidence in victory. This confidence reached its peak this morning. Everyone was
They were full of confidence, but after only half a day, the pilots' mood took a 180-degree turn. The Second Flying Division, which had been invincible since the invasion of China, was actually defeated.
Although he was extremely sad inside, Kinoshita Isamu, as the division commander, still had to do some things.
He slowly walked to the middle of the pilots, stopped and said loudly: "Warriors of the Japanese Empire, today's defeat is only temporary. China's comprehensive national strength in terms of industry, economy, etc. is inferior to us. We can lose once, twice or even
Eight times out of ten, but as long as the Liantai Flying Corps loses once, they will never get up again.
So I am begging you here, please give me some more time. After the remaining two flying teams of the Second Division and the local supplementary aircraft arrive, I will fly into the sky with you and personally avenge today.
Send the China Air Force to hell! For His Majesty the Emperor...please work hard!"
"Onboard!"
"For His Majesty the Emperor!"
It has to be said that Yu Kinoshita's morale-boosting level is quite good. After his encouragement, there were shouts and fanatical roars everywhere in the airport, and both the pilots and the ground staff had their backs in their eyes.
and a look of hatred.
However, these Japanese were still happy too early. Just as they were cheering each other up and preparing for revenge in the future, there was a faint roar in the sky, and people at the airport noticed it.
"Hmm...where did the plane come from?"
"Don't we still have a plane back?"
Just when everyone was in shock and confusion, the roar became louder and louder, and many people began to look at each other. The last Japanese soldier on the observation tower put down his telescope and shouted with all his strength.
"No...that's a Chinese plane...the Chinese are coming..."
"Buzz buzz..."
At this time, the roar became louder and soon resounded throughout the sky, and a large group of black dots appeared in people's sight.
Now everyone could see clearly that it was definitely a Chinese plane, and they chased it in the direction of their retreat.
"boom……"
Along with the noise, everyone dispersed. Some people ran towards the anti-aircraft machine guns on the airport, others ran towards the bunkers in the distance, and even more people fled for their lives.
Everyone here has dealt with airplanes, and of course they understand that when encountering a sudden group of bombers without any precautions, the best way is to quickly disperse and escape.
What? Take off in a plane and fight the invading enemy?
Don't be ridiculous, not to mention that these aircraft that have just experienced a fierce battle have very little ammunition or fuel left. Even if they still have ammunition and fuel, it is too late to jump on the plane and take off. The biggest possibility is that they will become the priority of the bomber group.
No experienced pilot would do this.
Of course, the first to arrive were the Stuka dive bombers known as the Death Vultures. When the bombers, painted black and swinging their inverted wings like seagulls, dived down from high altitudes, bursts of shrill sirens began to sound.
Over the airport, cluster bombs with a length of 3.86 meters, a diameter of 0.72 meters, and an ammunition capacity of 1,000 kilograms were dropped.
These cluster bombs suddenly made a muffled sound when they were more than 100 meters above the ground, and then suddenly turned from one bomb into hundreds of bombs scattered around the airport of 600 to 700 square meters and exploded.
For a moment, the entire airport was filled with the sound of explosions and the screams of countless ground staff and pilots who had no time to escape...