"The flight team received it, this is the No. 1 aircraft!"
"Japanese military planes passed through Neihuang five minutes ago!"
"receive!"
In the driver's seat, Zheng Zhongwu, who was controlling the plane, heard this conversation and showed a slight smile on his face, finally catching up with the tail of Neji Okamura's plane.
Since Okamura Neji's special plane was a transport plane, the escorting aircraft were four Type 92 reconnaissance aircraft.
In comparison, the Tainan Flying Team's Type 97 fighter jets and Type 98 reconnaissance aircraft had superior performance. In addition, Okamura Nei wanted to observe the situation on the ground, so the speed of the Japanese aircraft slowed down.
The Tainan Flying Team caught up.
Eventually, the enemy's and our aircraft met north of the Liangpu area.
"Following my order, four fighter jets outflanked from both sides, responsible for slowing down the flight speed of the Japanese aircraft and tearing open the opening. Three reconnaissance planes lowered their flying altitude and hid among the clouds. They waited for the opportunity to concentrate their firepower and kill Neji Okamura in one fell swoop.
special plane!"
In the walkie-talkie, the received voices came one after another, accompanied by the sound of heavy breathing.
Zheng Zhongwu was piloting the No. 1 fighter jet, staring at the palm-sized Japanese aircraft in the distance with red eyes. As the silhouette of the opponent became more and more conspicuous, he felt that the hairs on his entire body stood up.
At the same time, a Japanese reconnaissance plane suddenly spotted an unknown fighter plane appearing from the side and rear, and its target seemed to be in its own direction.
The Japanese pilots did not expect this situation, but when they saw the red five-pointed star on the opponent's fuselage, they immediately understood.
Previously, the pilots assembled by the Japanese army had regarded the Eighth Route Army flying team as prey. Unexpectedly, less than half a month later, they themselves became prey.
"Your Excellency General, an Eighth Route Army plane appeared not far behind!"
"Nani? How did the Eighth Route Army obtain the flight route?" Neji Okamura was shocked when he heard this. He really didn't expect that even if he temporarily changed the route, he would be intercepted by the Eighth Route Army planes.
Comparatively speaking, it is safest for Neji Okamura to travel by plane, but once he is intercepted by an enemy plane, the risk factor will double.
The service personnel on the transport plane handed Okamura Neiji an umbrella bag, and everyone tried to be fully armed.
"Your Excellency General, the Eighth Route Army aircraft seems to be fighter jets, flying much faster than transport aircraft. In order to ensure your safety, I have decided to make an emergency stop at Xinxiang Airport. Please be prepared to parachute at any time!" said a Japanese officer on the plane.
Seeing the four fighter jets of the Eighth Route Army approaching, the pilots of the four Japanese reconnaissance aircraft seemed to have made some kind of decision after communicating with each other through sign language.
At the same time, four Japanese reconnaissance planes turned around and flew towards the Eighth Route Army fighter jets.
The aircraft of both sides were entangled in an instant. The Japanese pilots were well-trained, but when it came to air combat, the performance of the reconnaissance aircraft was far inferior to that of the fighter jets.
Seemingly seeing through the plan of the Japanese aircraft to die together, the Eighth Route Army aircraft did not fight head-on with the enemy, but instead kept circling the Japanese aircraft in the air.
"Bagayalu, cowardly Chinese!" the Japanese pilot yelled angrily, as if he wanted the Eighth Route Army pilot to hear him.
The enemy and our aircraft missed each other. Zheng Zhongwu forcibly turned the fuselage over. Before the little Japanese pilot could react, the aircraft's machine gun was aimed at the enemy plane's fuselage.
"Click, click, click!" The aircraft's machine gun sprayed out two tongues of flame, sweeping the tail of the reconnaissance aircraft in front of us.
After being hit hard, it seemed that the Japanese reconnaissance plane could not maintain the stability of its fuselage and staggered downward toward the ground.
Zheng Zhongwu did not continue to target the Japanese reconnaissance plane that was about to crash, but continued to participate in the chase in the air.
Originally, the strengths of the enemy and ourselves were unequal. At this time, Zheng Zhongwu's No. 1 aircraft took the lead in opening a breakthrough, and the air power comparison became 4:3.
At the other end, while the escorting reconnaissance plane was entangled with the Eighth Route Army aircraft, the transport plane Okamura Neji was riding turned around and flew toward the southwest.
Just when the Little Japanese pilot breathed a sigh of relief and thought he was about to escape danger, three reconnaissance planes from unknown sources suddenly appeared in the clouds ahead, and the enemy and we collided.
At first, the Little Japanese pilot thought it was a plane coming to support from Xinxiang Airport, but suddenly several tongues of flames shot out and smashed the Little Japanese pilot's body into pieces along the nose window.
Immediately, more bullets were fired at the fuselage, and the entire transport plane was turned into a sieve, with light everywhere.
Neji Okamura and others in the plane felt as if they saw more light. Perhaps thanks to the protection of the Manmin Umbrella, Neji Okamura was not hit by the bullet.
Even Okamura Neiji, who had always been calm and calm, couldn't help but panic at this time, but most of the other people on the plane died on the spot, and it was too late for the remaining people to save their lives, so there was no way they could take care of him.
As the fuselage continued to bump, a few seconds later, Okamura Neji's special plane disappeared in a ball of fire. The huge explosion attracted the attention of the Japs pilots who were fighting.
Taking advantage of the little Japanese pilot's distraction, the Eighth Route Army fighter planes seized the opportunity and shot down the Japanese reconnaissance planes one after another.
The location of the air battle was probably in the area from the south of Qingfeng to the north of the Liangpu area. The battle started suddenly and ended even more quickly. The ground observation troops had just reported their position.
Seeing that all the Japanese planes were shot down, the soldiers of several observation groups on the ground cheered loudly towards their planes in the sky.
"All planes return!"
"receive!"
Zheng Zhongwu suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and issued the order to return.
In the first battle, the Tainan Flying Team destroyed four Japanese reconnaissance planes and Okamura Neiji's special plane. With such an achievement, all the pilots were naturally excited.
Seeing their plane disappearing from sight, several observation groups near the air battle immediately went to search for the spot where the Japanese plane crashed.
Pu County, Hebei, Shandong and Henan Military Region Headquarters.
Zhou Weihan first received a telegram about the encounter between the flying team and the Japanese aircraft. Before the follow-up orders were issued, another telegram came.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Commander, good news, our aircraft shot down four Japanese reconnaissance aircraft over Houjiaqiao, north of Puyang, and the enemy's North China Expedition Force Commander Okamura Ning
The plane was hit by our side and exploded into a ball of fire on the spot. No one of our pilots was injured or injured!"
"Is it accurate?" Zhou Weihan, who had been feeling uneasy, stood up suddenly after hearing this.
"This is the result reported by Comrade Zheng Zhongwu of the flying team to the ground troops through a high-power walkie-talkie. There is absolutely no problem!" the staff officer of the command headquarters replied.
"Okay, notify Northern Henan immediately, and the two military divisions in the south will send search teams. I want to see Okamura Neji's body. Even if it is burned to ashes, I still want to see Okamura Neji's ashes!"
"In addition, all troops have entered a state of combat readiness. Once the Japanese army learns that Okamura Neji is missing in the base area, they will definitely send troops to search. All troops must intercept the Japanese army!" Zhou Weihan said solemnly.
"yes!"
As soon as the staff officer left, Tan Lin came over after hearing the news: "Old Zhou, is Okamura Neji dead?"
"Well, it should have been burned to ashes. It's not wrong. I have sent out a search team and will be able to confirm the results soon!" Zhou Weihan said.
"Then you'd better send a telegram to your superiors first. The head of the headquarters should be anxious!"
After Tan Lin's reminder, Zhou Weihan slapped his forehead and felt happy, and immediately asked someone to send a report to the Eighth Route Army headquarters.
After intercepting Nei Okamura's telegram to go to Hudu, in just a few days, from the head of the Eighth Route Army headquarters to the grassroots soldiers and militia members participating in the observation group, the number reached nearly 20,000, Taihang, Jinan, Jilu
The three base areas in Henan are full of Eighth Route Army observation points.
Hudu, China Expeditionary Forces Headquarters.
In the office of Shunroku Hata, the top commander of the Japanese army stationed in China, Chief of Staff Harumiya Chun hurriedly broke in.
"Your Excellency, General, the Imperial Army troops in Xinxiang, Handan, and Anyang reported that Mr. Gangcun's special plane lost contact while passing through the Hebei, Shandong, and Henan areas!"
Shunroku Hata was shocked when he heard this: "Nani, tell me again, what happened to Okamura-kun?"
"General, we have just lost contact at the moment, but there is no confirmed news yet. According to reports, Gangcun-kun's special plane was supposed to stop at Xinxiang Airport for some supplies, but for some unknown reason, the special plane suddenly changed its flight route!"
"Bagaya way!" Shunroku Hata slapped the table, then picked up the phone on the table: "Pick me up to Hongkou Airport!"
"I am Shunroku Hata. I order all planes at the airport to take off and go to Xinxiang Airport to stand by!"
Shunroku Hata put down the phone and glanced at the time on his watch: "If there is still no news from Okamura-kun within five hours, I'm afraid the situation is really in danger!"
"I was the one who harmed him. He should have returned directly to China!"
"Your Majesty General, don't worry. I have ordered all the imperial troops in the area where Lord Gangmura's special plane may pass through to pay more attention. If there is any news, report it immediately!"
According to the decision of the Japanese base camp, Okamura Neiji returned to China to serve as a military counselor. However, Hata Shunroku invited Okamura Neiji to come to Shanghai as the commander of the Chinese Expeditionary Forces.
His original intention was to persuade Okamura Neiji to serve as deputy chief of general staff at the dispatched army headquarters, but he didn't want to have this happen.
Near Houjiaqiao, soldiers from several observation groups were the first to arrive, followed by elite troops from each of the two military divisions who arrived on the scene in trucks.
At the scene where the plane crashed, the fire caused by the explosion has been extinguished by soldiers.
"This is where Okamura Neiji's plane crashed? Are you sure?" The person who spoke was none other than Wang Yigong, a member of the Northern Henan Military Division.
"Commander, this is it. I saw with my own eyes that the little Japanese plane was smashed into sieves in the air and then landed here!" the soldier replied.
"Damn it, these are all broken into parts. I'm afraid the little devil is burned to ashes. Look carefully!"
"Commander, here is a broken umbrella!"
Upon hearing this, the people present immediately gathered around. Wang Yigong took a look and saw an oilcloth umbrella with holes exposed, and a few surviving cloth strips hanging from the lower edge.
"Commander, how come this little devil is carrying an opera singer with him, especially if he is a big official?" a soldier said with a smile.
"Haha!" Everyone present laughed.
"Okay, let's search again and bring back all the scattered parts of the plane!"
As the commander of the North China Expeditionary Force, Okamura Neiji held a high position of authority. He was a man who stomped around Peiping and made the whole of North China tremble. He was burned alive in a plane.
If you were fighting on the ground and lost the battle, you could still have a final fight with the enemy, and the way Okamura Neji died was the most aggrieved.
On the same day, after the search force conducted a detailed search near Quehoujiaqiao, it was finally determined that the target person, Okamura Neiji, was killed in the plane explosion.
The Eighth Route Army Headquarters immediately sent a commendation telegram to all participants, and the participants of the Tainan Flying Team were awarded a collective first-class merit and a flying medal.
With the loss of contact with Gangcun Ningji, Japanese troops continued to gather near the base area around Hebei, Shandong and Henan. Fortunately, Zhou Weihan issued a combat readiness order in advance and made preparations in advance.
Daokou Town is the terminus of the Dao-Qing Railway and the advance base for the 35th Division's Japanese troops who repeatedly invaded the Northern Henan Military Division.
Nowadays, most of the main force of the 35th Division has been annihilated, and the remaining troops are mostly concentrated in Zheng County, Xinxiang, Kaifeng and other places. Daokou Town is in a prominent position in the confrontation between the two sides.
Regarding Daokou Town, the Northern Henan Army Division had long wanted to capture it, and those stationed nearby were the 3rd and 4th Battalions of the 4th Regiment.
"Captain, a group of little devils came out from Daokou Town across the street. There are about two hundred people in number, and they are still raising their hands. It seems like something is wrong."
Listening to the soldiers' report, Yang Xiansheng, the commander of the fourth regiment, smiled: "It is true that something should happen. They are in trouble!"
At the forward position, the translator on the opposite side was shouting, but the translator seemed a little afraid of death, and the distance between the two sides was a bit far away. The soldiers on the position had no idea what the little devil meant.
At this moment, the little devils in the rear became anxious and issued a death order, asking the Japanese troops in Daokou Town to find out as soon as possible whether Okamura Neiji crashed in the Hebei, Shandong and Henan areas.
This was a difficult time for the little devils in Daokou Town, but finally the translator beside him noticed.
After Yang Xiansheng arrived at the forward position, he looked at the situation in front of him with some doubts: "Why don't you fight? What are you doing with the little Japanese?"
"Captain, the kid seems to have said that if they want to pass by us, they can pay for the toll!"
"Tolls? This is strange!" Yang Xiansheng said with a smile: "Go and give the little devil a reply. You can pass through our regiment's defense area, but you need to see their sincerity!"
Soon, Yang Xiansheng's meaning reached the ears of the young Japs through the translator. The Japs Major from Daokou Town asked in confusion: "Sincerity?"
"Taijun, didn't we agree before, this is it!" The translator rubbed his fingers together.
"Yo Xi, you can spend some money!"
"That's right, the Eighth Route Army just wants money!"
The translator held a wooden box in his arms, which contained a lot of sincerity from the Japanese army. The translator weighed it and found that there were at least twenty small yellow croakers.
Taking advantage of the fact that he was still some distance away from the Eighth Route Army position, the translator pretended to stumble and fell to the ground. The small yellow croakers were scattered on the ground. The translator with a sinister look took the opportunity to stuff two small yellow croakers into his trouser pockets.
