Chapter Tokyo Sky Eagle

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If you don't have enough troops and equipment at hand, you're stupid to be hard with the Japanese giant ships and cannons. Zhu Bin is so despised that he would never do it. He can't break up with a group of politicians in the country for the time being. He has to continue to cheat some open organization and buffer it, and make some small moves behind his back to vent his anger. That's normal

Isn’t he going back to the sea just to relax? It is the best way to vent his anger on the Japanese and peace talks.

At night, the entire East China region was gloomy and I couldn't see the stars at the corner of the Jiangnan Shipbuilding Station in Gaochang Temple. The runway of the aircraft manufacturing factory was pitch black, with no lights and no one. Zhu Bin was wearing a one-piece flight suit, standing next to the slender bomber with Wang Zhu, who was dressed in the same dress, and finally asked: "Old Wang, is it okay? If it really doesn't work, I can go by myself, I just want to have the heart."

Wang Zhu shook his head firmly: "I can. Brother Yunhua Bata Tamamo is watching from the Spirit of Heaven. How can I not fulfill the vow I made in the past? Besides, with you as the helmsman, there will be no problem."

"Okay," Zhu Bin didn't say much, and asked him to go along the ladder first, stepping in the cockpit behind him, and gently lifting the other foot. The aluminum alloy ladder flew out and rolled out of the runway for twenty meters.

The two propeller engines slowly turned, and the slightly low "buzzing" roar was not loud in the "ding bang" noise of the boat station working overtime not far away. The slender plane gambled nearly 300 meters along the runway and slowly left the ground. The landing gear was placed in the wings and belly of the aircraft. After a few minutes, it climbed three thousand meters and turned its head toward the east with a cruising speed of 350 kilometers.

The straight line from the sea to Tokyo is 100 kilometers. In order to ensure that you can come back after going there, you only loaded 10 bombs with a total of 1,000 pounds, and the rest were all loaded with fuel. After the plane climbed to an altitude of 6,000 meters, it began to reduce its power and slowly glide, which saved fuel and labor. Wang Zhuneng designed the plane, but the flight level was very bad. He felt that the plane that Zhu Bin was always driving was changing altitude, and he couldn't help but worry about whether he could return smoothly.

Zhu Bin didn't say that there was a lifeboat ahead to open the way, so he could completely avoid dangerous airflow areas and take the safest and best route, of course it was different from usual.

There are many things that Wang Shu didn't understand, such as how could Zhu Bin fly late? This is different from taking off. How to solve the directional sense? It's not possible to rely on the instrument alone, and landing will kill people. Also, how can you find a target when you arrive in Tokyo? It's dark and you don't know what Tokyo looks like.

But Zhu Bin reassured him that he could not ask the truth. Anyway, this guy had too many mysterious things, and it was no different.

Five hours later, it was 2 a.m. that the entire Tokyo city was silent. Apart from a small amount of street lights, the brilliance of American cities was not even as bright as the Bund. At high altitude, it was difficult to even find an imperial city with millions of people below.

The bomber has been slowly lowering its altitude. In this era, the air defense awareness in the whole world is very weak, and there is no good way. The anti-aircraft artillery fire is mainly small-caliber machine guns. The Japanese have always been bullying people. Never thought that one day someone would drive the bomber to their heads in the middle of the night.

Unlike the sea, the night in Tokyo is extremely quiet. When the bomber lowered to a height of 2,000 meters, a searchlight was lit below and began to shine indiscriminately. Zhu Bin was worried about the oil and safety and shouted to Wang Zhu: "Take it off."

For Wang Shu, it doesn't matter where to bomb. What's important is that the bomb fell on the Japanese head. After avenging Batamo's revenge, he nodded hard and suddenly pulled the switch next to the seat. The two semi-circular doors under the belly of the machine opened. Ten bombs were neatly arranged in the frame. There was a dull sound of "creaking". The bombs leaked in sequence, and the tail wing slowly rotated and accelerated, and the corrected posture gradually accelerated and fell to the ground.

A thousand pounds load is only one quarter, and it has little impact on the bomber itself. It only trembles slightly and returns to normal. Zhu Bin controls the rudder and turns around a big turn. He suddenly sees a series of dazzling fireballs below explode violently. In an instant, half of the city shines with light and shadows flashing. Then, a huge explosion sound comes, and the fireworks tumbling and heading towards the sky.

A shrill alarm sounded immediately, and the entire Tokyo city fell into panic from the dark night like a frightened hornet's nest. The lights quickly lit up, and the heart-wrenching crying spread rapidly a few kilometers away. The rapid sea breeze blew, rolling the blazing flames to the wooden structure houses everywhere. The sky was filled with fire and a plane of two kilometers wide swept away fiercely with the wind.

Looking at the lively scene below, Zhu Bin blurted out: "Damn it's so satisfying that there are only ten bombs, but it's just that. If our big plane pulls a bunch of incendiary bombs, the Japanese will burn half of the city?"

Wang Zhu's eyes shone with excitement and breathed rapidly, saying: "The Japanese houses are mostly made of wood and are prone to fire. There have been records of many times in history that they were burned by fires. Not only them, our Hangzhou was also burned several times in the Song Dynasty because of the same building structure. Unexpectedly, such a big change would occur when encountering air strikes."

Zhu Bin laughed and said, "Okay, after learning another trick, I specially made large incendiary bombs for them, so that he could kill people and set fire in China, and taste the taste, is it good to leave?"

The bomber quickly climbed to five thousand meters and ran towards the sea without shadow.

Even if it was a bomb that was thrown away casually, Zhu Bin could choose the Tokyo center, but he deliberately or unintentionally aimed at the palace. The "Yasukuni Divine Toilet" close to the palace was unfortunately another disaster. The first bomb fell on the side, knocking down Torii, who had just been prepared, and the rest of the bombs went out along a straight line. The entire explosion line was not far from the palace, so I couldn't blame the reaction below so quickly.

The Japanese Emperor Hirohito was very diligent and worked until early in the morning every night. Tonight was no exception. He had just slept in a daze. In the haze, he saw the territory of the empire radiating to all directions with the island as the center. The Pacific Ocean became his own bathtub. Suddenly, a series of earth-shaking loud noises made him jump up from the hard bed, which was like a conditioned reflex that was like a meteor shower on September 19th of the previous year. The sequelae of the meteor shower was sat down.

The imperial guards of the palace broke in regardless of etiquette and ran to a safe place without saying a word. Although the palace was surrounded by waterside pavilions, the fire could not burn, who knew whether the next round of bombs would fall on their heads? Although it was not clear whether the bomb was at work and where it was the source, dangers were always avoided.

My good dream was awakened and destroyed. I looked up and saw the sky-storming fire. The good mood that had come to capture Rehe for a while was suddenly ruined, and my face was distorted and scolded: "What is the reason? Where did the explosion come from? Immediately verify when my Tokyo has become so unsafe?"

As an ideal, capable and ambitious emperor, Hirohito was still familiar with the movements of the bomb. He knew that something was wrong without human education, and he was also informed of the fire to prevent it from spreading.

There have been many fires in Tokyo since ancient times. The most recent one, the 1923 earthquake caused a fire and earthquake that killed 100,000 people. It has only been ten years since then. I still remember it. The wooden house looks beautiful and comfortable to live in. It seems to be very cultural, but when the fire catches, it is very fast and dangerous.

Hirohito was very angry and sweared secretly: "One day, I will let all the imperial subjects live in a good place without earthquakes and fear of fires." He became increasingly determined to speed up immigration. Who can bear the deathly troubles every few days

A group of old fried dough sticks in the base camp struggled overnight, gathered together and discussed, all kinds of forces were launched, and the internal search was to find suspicious violent elements, and external search for the bombs dropped by the guy from where the target was the emperor or one of them? The progress of this empire is a critical moment for the future foundation. All the forces that are restricted must be killed.

Zhu Bin was not interested in what the Japanese thought. He returned to China safely at dawn. When he was about to land, he found that groups of Japanese fighters took off and looked around in the sea and airspace. He understood that this was a hornet's nest. The Japanese suspected that they simply landed the plane at Zhoushan Airport and saw that the fuel meter had reached the end. Calculate the range, and add his cheating under light load, and it actually reached 3,500 kilometers. So, it is indeed no problem to load the bombs for 200 kilometers.

"This aircraft is well designed and wait to see when the American military bids, sell it to Douglas or Curtis to grab the order and wait for the renovation to produce a batch of him first. The paralyzed Japanese devils will find faults, and they will go to his house to set fire and make trouble."

Zhu Bin gritted his teeth and made a fierce noise, but he was just shouting. It would be fine if this thing was not exposed. Once the government knew about it, Chiang Kai-shek would definitely be the first to be anxious. He had to send someone to supervise the manufacturing if he broke his head. He was not just worried that Zhu Bin would cause trouble for him, but the key was that he was afraid that someone would throw the bomb on his head one day.

Control of arms production has become obsessed

That's why Zhu Bin had to hide it for the time being. There was no way. Before he had enough strength, he wanted to keep a low profile. If he didn't have the ability to fight against the whole world, he wouldn't have some wealth and go out to find a pounding.

Back to the sea, the news from Japan has been spread to the fast-moving media. Although there are no photos, the telegram texts are also so terrifying that the media people who like to exaggerate and make fuss these days.

"The Japanese capital was hit by unprecedented bombing, and Emperor Hirohito was almost burned by the fire"

"The mysterious explosion caused a fire in Tokyo, which is suspected to be an attempted assassination by an unknown organization."

"China died, but the Great Wall still refused to surrender, the sky was furious, and the fire was dropped by the Japanese." This was obviously written by a patriot with rich associations.

All kinds of tricks emerge one after another. A message was plagiarized by ten families. Each of them had a new manuscript. At noon, the streets and alleys outside the voyage were filled with seas, and reports of gloating were everywhere. Some even swear to "kill and burn several tens of thousands of Japanese people to death". In short, the Chinese people would swear whatever they liked, and they would not talk about the morality of the news.

Of course, this is more conservative than American journalists. With this kind of news, Americans can be said to be alien invasion

Zhu Bin, who was refreshed, inspected the expansion of Zhoushan base and the second port set up in Shenjiamen. He was sure that it would be put into use in a few months. He could let go even if he expanded his army twice. He went to learn about the progress of the sea transportation and training plan managed by Zhang Guoshu, the general manager of the circle. A day later, he flew back to Peking.

On April 29, the Nantianmen defenders who had not received support had fought bloody battles until they were completely powerless. The position was broken. On May 2, the enemy's 33rd Brigade made a surprise attack from the Yiyuankou and headed straight to Funing, Changli, and Wanfulin's 53rd Army hurriedly blocked them to prevent them from being cut off from behind. The defense at Jielingkou was not high enough.

The Beiping Military Branch had no hope and hurriedly mobilized forces to deploy the second line of defense. The 57th Army, 59th Army, and 67th Army were operating, setting up a barrier before Beijing and Tianjin, preparing to fight the Japanese army here.

Seeing that the barriers ahead were loosening, Zhu Bin told a group of brothers: "My brothers, cheer up, it's our turn."
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