My Spy Years Chapter 587

  Chapter 587 Green blood in the sky

  Over Wuhan.

   Gunshots resounded.

  The roar of fighter planes resounded.

  Aiming at this operation by the Japanese Navy, the Chinese Air Force's combat strategy is:

  Using Il-15 fighter jets to patrol the air above the northeast of Wuhan, inducing its destroyers to separate from its bomber fleet, and cutting off its covering forces.

  Il-16 fighter jets patrolled the sky over Wuhan and attacked Japanese bombers.

  When the Japanese fighter planes arrived in the sky over Wuhan, the tragic air battle started quickly.

  Under the sky, people on both sides of the Yangtze River are watching the battle:

  Countless Wuhan soldiers and civilians walked out of their homes. They were looking up at the sky and cheering for the air athletes in the sky.

   With a camera hanging around her neck, Jenny walked through the crowd.

   Seeing so many Chinese people come out to watch the battle regardless of the danger, her scalp was numb and she was very puzzled.

   Could it be that the government forced ordinary citizens to come out?

   She came up with her own guess in her heart.

   "Zhao, aren't they afraid?" she shouted, asking her temporary Chinese colleague and guide Zhao Lei.

   "What?" Zhao Lei pushed 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 green shirt as her target.

   "Hello, sir." She leaned over and raised her voice.

   "Hello." The middle-aged man's eyes showed the surprise of seeing a foreigner for the first time, but the surprise was only fleeting, and the man nodded politely.

   "Sir, I'm a reporter, may I ask you a few questions?" Jenny asked.

   "Yes." The middle-aged man subconsciously tugged on his clothes, straightened his waist, and nodded solemnly.

   "I'm curious, aren't you afraid?" Jenny asked.

   "Afraid of what?" The middle-aged man asked.

   "Fear of bullets falling, fear of bombs falling." Jenny said.

   "Not afraid." The middle-aged man shook his head. He looked at the blond foreign female reporter and smiled, "Our soldiers are fighting in the air, resisting the invaders, and they are protecting us!"

   "However, the Chinese army is very weak compared to the Japanese army, isn't it?" Jenny asked.

   "Yes, we are weak, but we have the determination to resist to the death." The middle-aged man looked at the foreign female reporter, "Mr. Reporter, you probably haven't 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 land and our people have never been conquered by foreign races. They have never been conquered before, and they will never be in the future." The middle-aged man said.

  Jenny noticed that when he said this, there seemed to be a light shining in this person's eyes.

  At this time, a woman walked over with a girl in her hand. The middle-aged man smiled at the woman and picked up the girl.

   "Ma'am, are you afraid?" Jenny asked the woman.

"Will it be useful?" The woman already has gray hair, but her whole body is very clean and her temperament is very good. She looked at the foreign female reporter, "When the invaders wield butcher knives, fear will only make them complacent." , no one will not be afraid, but we have justice in our hearts and resist to the death, victory belongs to the great Chinese nation!"

  Jenny was slightly taken aback. She originally planned to choose an ordinary interviewee, but at this moment she realized that she had chosen the wrong target. This couple should be of extraordinary background.

  Her gaze shifted to the little girl.

   "Little girl, are you afraid?" Jenny immediately asked the girl.

  The girl nodded.

  Jenny seemed a little excited, and continued to ask, "Why do you want to come here 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 has no other meaning." Zhao Lei squeezed over and bowed solemnly to apologize.

  Following that, he turned to Jenny with a serious expression and said, "Ms. Jenny, I know that maybe you want to record the most truthful 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, who died heroically in the February 18th air battle two and a half months ago!"

   As he spoke, he pointed to the surface of the vast Yangtze River, "They sacrificed there, above the surface of the river, in the sky, protecting the great Wuhan with their lives, and guarding the suffering and strong Chinese nation!"

  Jenny looked at her colleague in shock. She didn't understand that she just used inductive words to get the information she wanted as usual, but this colleague who had always been gentle was so angry.

  She turned her head to look at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man picked up the girl, straddled her neck, and looked up at the sky. His eyes were shining with pride, and there was also an unconcealable sadness in his eyes!

   "Brother, brother!" The little girl waved her little hand, looked up at the sky, and shouted excitedly.

   "Be careful, don't get crowded." Shen Chengxiang glanced at his family and shouted loudly.

  Wei Chengchu stared fixedly at the sky. She hoped to see her son's fighter plane, but was afraid to see it.

   Shen Yue took the hand of the future sister-in-law, and the two looked nervously at the sky.

  Wang Luyun is praying, praying for the safety of her lover.

  The roar of the engine is loud.

  A Japanese fighter plane caught fire after being hit and fell into the Yangtze River.

  Wuhan soldiers and civilians watching the battle cheered loudly.

   In an instant, the cheers turned into exclamations and sorrows.

  A Chinese fighter plane was shot in the cabin. After the plane barely supported in the air for a few seconds, it was attacked by the Japanese army and exploded in the air.

  Everyone's tears flowed down.

  Shen Huaiming's eyes flashed with pain and sadness.

  That was Hu Zhengze, his roommate, the roommate, Pao Ze, who borrowed cigarettes from him when he was writing his diary.

  Hu Zheng is a native of Changsha, Hunan. He is a student of the Physics Department of Tsinghua University. He likes music and plays the piano well.

  Shen Huaiming's fighter plane dodged and avoided the sneak attack of a Japanese plane.

  Afterwards, he looked at the right moment, pulled the trigger directly, and fired a shuttle of bullets, directly hitting the enemy plane.

  The injured Japanese plane wanted to escape, but Shen Huaiming followed up and fired again. The Japanese plane shot up a black smoke and exploded as it fell to the river.

"good!"

  Wuhan soldiers and civilians watching the battle on both sides of the Yangtze River broke out in huge cheers.

   "Brother!" The little girl riding on her father's neck shouted, pointing at the hero's fighter plane in the sky.

"Second brother!" Shen Yue pointed at the sky and shouted. Of course, she couldn't be sure who that fighter plane was. The pilot is Robesawa!

  Wang Luyun looked at the sky.

  She can imagine that her Huai Ming has always been like this, so heroic, heroically guarding the sky of the motherland!

  Perhaps, Huai Ming is also fighting the enemy desperately in the sky at this moment.

   Her heart twitched

Blood!

  Bright red blood!

   Blood with a fishy smell!

  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 the Japanese fighter plane's attack and fell into the siege of the enemy plane.

   At this moment, his fighter plane has been shot in many places.

  The fuselage trembled for a while.

   Got shot again.

  The plane emits black smoke.

  Shen Huaiming knew that his fighter plane was severely damaged and had begun to gradually lose control.

   "Huaiming, parachute!" The pilot of the fighter plane closest to Shen Huaiming shouted.

   "Skydiving!"

   "Jump!"

  The military and civilians watching the battle also saw black smoke rising from the shot of their own fighter plane, and 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, younger sister, and Lu Yun were down there.

  Although I just came home from visiting relatives yesterday, at this moment, I miss them so much.

  In addition to family members, there are so many compatriots.

  The scene of tragedy appeared in his mind.

   Suffering China.

  The last wailing compatriots that happened before the death!

My Homeland!

  We swear to protect you to the death!

  His gaze instantly became extremely firm.

  The fighter jet emitting black smoke is like a bruised and riddled eagle!

  The crowd watching the battle on the ground saw the fighter plane's wings swaying.

  Most people don't know what this means.

  The middle-aged man, Shen Chengxiang and his family members exclaimed, they knew the meaning of this action:

   This is the meaning of farewell!

   Then, under the ray of golden sunlight on the river, everyone saw this fighter plane emitting black smoke, and accelerated without hesitation towards a Japanese fighter plane in the air.

  The combatants of the Japanese fighter plane let out a terrified roar, but there was no way for him to avoid it.

  The two fighter planes collided violently in the air, and a fire broke out immediately.

  Amidst the exclamation, sadness, and crying 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 showed sadness.

  Many of the surrounding citizens were crying.

   "I, I'm worried about Huai Ming." Wei Chengchu said in a hoarse voice.

   "Don't think about it." Shen Chengxiang comforted his wife and himself at the same time, "Huaiming will be fine."

  Wang Luyun patted the sad and weeping sister-in-law lightly, her eyes were looking at the river, her heart was in pain for no reason.

   "Huai Ming, you must be safe."

  Among the crowd watching the battle, a young man in casual clothes bowed solemnly to the sky, tears streaming down his eyes.

He is a destroyer pilot of the 11th Squadron of the 3rd Squadron of the Chinese Air Force. Because of his father's death, he went home to attend the funeral. He just returned to Wuhan and did not have time to catch up with the battle. Fighting desperately, his heart is so sad, so painful.

  If I am in the team and fly a fighter jet into the air, I can have more strength, and maybe some robes may not die.

   "Our bodies, planes and bombs shall perish together with the enemy warships!"

  His lips moved, silently reading this sentence.

  He knew that Pao Ze, who piloted the fighter plane and the enemy plane to the death, practiced this sentence with practical actions.

   is a slave:

  21 Japanese planes were shot down, including 11 destroyers and 10 bombers, of which the Chinese Air Force shot down 9 Japanese planes.

   The Sino-Soviet Joint Air Force lost only 12 aircraft!

  After the air battle is over.

  The broadcast over Wuhan was filled with exciting voices, and the military and civilians in Wuhan held a massive parade to celebrate the April 29 air battle victory.

  In order to boost morale and publicize the Anti-Japanese War, the Guofu Newspaper introduced Hangzhou Jianqiao Aviation School in a very large space. In a sense, this article is more like a "recruitment brochure", calling on aspiring young people to join the Air Force:

  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.

  Admission requirements must be high school education or above.

  Therefore, the aviation students who entered this school were all scholars, sons of rich families, returned overseas Chinese, and poor talents.

  When the country is in trouble, no matter where you are from, you will die and serve the country!

  Facing the powerful threat of the Japanese army, 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 shall perish together with the enemy warships!"

  Behind the article is a long list—a list of Air Force soldiers who have died since the Anti-Japanese War.

  Liang Hongyun, Sheng Yunge, Shen Chonghai, Lu Suigang, Liu Pengyu...

   It does not include the sacrificed soldiers of today's April 29 air battle, not because the list is still being counted, but because the search and rescue team is still rescuing:

  Although they knew that it would be very difficult for the proud man in the air who fell into the river to survive, no one was willing to give up.

  Hou Pingliang looked at the dancers standing in a row by the wall.

  Some people trembled with fear.

  Some people look unhappy.

  He lit a cigarette and took several violent puffs, which choked him and made him cough.

  One of the patrolmen laughed.

  In fact, some of the police officers were not too convinced by Deputy Chief Inspector Cheng's extraordinary promotion of Hou Pingliang.

  Hou Pingliang glanced over, and the policeman stopped laughing.

  Hou Pingliang also smiled.

  The policeman breathed a sigh of relief, and then he became contemptuous, this **** is not on the stage, he is soft, if it were him being laughed at, he would have to go up and slap him.

  After 'screening', six dancers were suspected.

  Hou Pingliang glanced at the other trembling 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 arrest me?"

  Hou Pingliang picked up a policeman's baton hanging from his waist, walked forward in two steps, and beat his head and face.

  The protesters screamed again and again, and they were still cursing at first. Soon, the cursing turned into begging for mercy, and finally the begging for mercy turned into a painful whine.

  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."

  The rest of the crowd in the ballroom who originally planned to make a commotion were so frightened that their scalps went numb, and no one dared to make a sound.

  The other five dancers who were listed as suspects were even more frightened and shivering, and were obediently taken away.

  The important leader of the freshly baked **** mule gang, who was beaten almost unconscious, was framed by two patrols, and left with his feet dragging the ground, leaving a long string of bloodstains.

   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 army card drove back, and the little monkey caught a group of 'suspects' and came back.

  Deputy Chief Inspector Cheng put down his hand holding the blinds, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath. Today, he was inexplicably agitated.

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  (end of this chapter)

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