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 quickly began.
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 that so many Chinese people came out to watch the battle regardless of the danger, her scalp went numb and she was very puzzled.
Could it be that the official force requires 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 in a loud voice.
"Hello." The middle-aged man's eyes revealed 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 pulled 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 blond female foreign 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 back.
"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 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. In the past five thousand years, our land and our people have never been conquered by foreigners. They have never been conquered before and never will be in the future," the middle-aged man said.
Jenny noticed that when he said this, there seemed to be light shining in this 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.
"Ma'am, are you scared?" 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 partner, but at this moment she realized that she had chosen the wrong target. 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 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 didn't mean anything else." Zhao Lei squeezed over and solemnly bowed and apologized.
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, above 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 to 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, praying that her lover is safe.
The roar of the engine was loud.
A Japanese fighter plane burst into flames after being hit and plunged into the Yangtze River.
The Wuhan soldiers and civilians 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 in the air.
Everyone shed tears.
Shen Huaiming's eyes flashed with pain and sadness.
That was Hu Zhengze, his dormitory roommate, Pao Ze, who borrowed cigarettes from him when he was writing his diary.
Hu Zhengze is a native of Changsha, Hunan, and a student of the Department of Physics at Tsinghua University. He likes music and plays the piano well.
…
Shen Huaiming's fighter jet 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 tried to escape, but Shen Huaiming followed up and fired again. The Japanese plane raised a column of black smoke and exploded as it fell toward 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 was a 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 and brave, guarding the sky of the motherland!
Perhaps, Huai Ming is also fighting to the death with the enemy in the sky at this moment.
Her heart twitched
…
Blood!
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 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.
Got shot again.
The plane emitted black smoke.
Shen Huaiming knew that his fighter plane had been seriously damaged and had begun to lose control.
"Huaiming, parachute!" the pilot of the fighter plane closest to Shen Huaiming shouted.
"Skydiving!"
"Jump!"
The soldiers and civilians watching the battle also saw black smoke rising from their own fighter plane after being 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, wondering if his father, mother, sister, and Lu Yun were down there.
Although 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 appeared in his mind.
Suffering China.
The last cry of our compatriots before they were killed!
My Homeland!
We swear to protect you to the death!
His gaze instantly became extremely firm.
The fighter plane belching black smoke is like an eagle covered with bruises and holes!
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 what this action meant:
This is the meaning of farewell!
Then, under the golden ray of sunshine on the river, everyone saw the black smoke-belching fighter plane 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.
The two fighter planes collided violently in the air and burst into flames.
Amid 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 in a hoarse voice.
"Don't think blindly." Shen Chengxiang comforted his wife and himself at the same time, "Huai Ming is definitely fine."
Wang Luyun gently patted the sad and crying sister-in-law. She looked towards the river. For no reason, her heart was filled with pain.
"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 from 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 coat in the air and the enemy. Fighting to the death, his heart was so sad and painful.
If you were in the team and flew the fighter into the sky, you would have more strength, and maybe some of you would not die.
"Our bodies, planes and bombs should 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.
Is the 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 ends.
The radio over Wuhan was full of excitement. 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 National Government Newspaper introduced Hangzhou Jianqiao Aviation School at great length:
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.
Because the admission requirement must be a high school degree or above, the aviation students who enter this school are all from scholarly and wealthy families.
When the country is in trouble, no matter where you come from, you should fight to the death to serve the country!
In order to defend the motherland and retake the occupied territory, our air heroes gave up their favorable conditions, left their warm families, and devoted themselves to the Chinese Air Force, which was almost at a disadvantage from the first day.
Facing the powerful threat of the Japanese army, we not only have high morale, but also have a school motto that is unique in the world and has been kept in mind from the first day of school:
"Our bodies, planes and bombs should perish together with the enemy's warships and positions!"
Behind the article is a long list - a list of air force officers and soldiers who have died for their country since the Anti-Japanese War.
Liang Hongyun, Shengyunge, Shen Chonghai, Lu Suigang, Liu Pengyu...
The soldiers who died in today's 429 air battle are not included, not because the list is still being counted, but because the search and rescue team is still rescuing:
Although 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 were so scared that their legs trembled.
Some people looked unhappy.
He lit a cigarette and took several puffs, which choked him and made him cough repeatedly.
One of the patrolmen 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 in his heart, and then he felt contemptuous. This scoundrel could not stand on the stage and was so weak. If he were 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 captured people, 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, and 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 Mulezi 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 newly-baked and important leader of the Jiang Mule gang, who was almost unconscious after being beaten, was picked up by two policemen and dragged off the ground with his feet, 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 that was holding the blinds, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath. Today, he felt a little irritable and restless for no reason.
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