Under the dusk sunlight, the airport buildings reflect yellow light in the dim sky and the earth, and against the dark land, they appear even more eye-catching. Huge heavy bombers emitted a roar that shocked the world and the earth, roaring.
They soared into the air. These fighter planes hovered over the airport, forming several huge diamonds, and then flew towards a group of big birds, covering the sky and the sun, towards the sea in the east.
Shortly after the group took off, the sky gradually darkened, and the indicator lights on the plane flashed red in the night sky, and the engine in the cabin only had a loud noise from the engine. The bomber numbered H7301 flew in front as the guide plane of the entire team.
Colonel Zheng Yimin, the commander of the 7th Regiment, looked out from the cockpit. The sea below was dark and nothing could be seen. There were some huge heavy bombers on both sides behind him.
No one spoke, and the tension and depression before the war could be clearly felt in the cabin. The H-7C bomber crew members had 11 people. In addition to the commander, co-pilot, navigator, telegrapher and bomb thrower, one was added.
The radar operator and the other five crew members are machine gun shooters. The H-7 and H-6 bombers are equipped with 12 12.7mm machine guns as self-defense weapons. These self-defense machine guns can be remotely controlled by machine gun shooters in the cabin.
The fleet cruises at an altitude of 500 meters on the sea surface. In addition, the navy's radar on the ground and warships will track the movement of the fleet and issue a notice if it deviates from its course level.
It took nearly five hours to fly from the Shandong Peninsula to the mission site over Tokyo. Under the night outside the cabin, the entire crew signal lights kept flashing, like a flashing ribbon floating in the air.
"Report the current location!" An hour later, Zheng Yimin, who was sitting in the passenger seat, asked the pilot.
"East 125’21, North 37’13, the course is correct, sir!" The navigator lay in front of the route map, answering questions while marking the drawings with a pencil.
"We are almost on the North Korean coast. After 2 minutes, we started climbing and gave each machine a preparation signal, reaching 6,000 meters!"
"Yes, sir, 6,000 meters, 2 minutes to prepare!" The telegrapher sent out a series of radio signals casually.
The plane roared and began to climb to a height. Since it was about to fly across the Korean Strait, the entire bomber formation needed to fly at an altitude of more than 6,000 meters. This was not to fear that Japanese planes on the ground would take off and intercept, but to avoid being attacked by anti-aircraft artillery.
.Japanese aircraft can theoretically fly to an altitude of more than 8,000 meters, but without radar navigation devices, it is impossible to take off and fight in the dark night.
At the same time, three heavy bomber wings under the First Bomber Command also took off from large airports in Changchun, Harbin and Jiamusi. The 64 bombers of the First Bomber wing were targeted by Nakajima Flight Co., Ltd. in Gunma Prefecture.
The company, the 2nd and 3rd Wings are targeting the industrial zones in Yokohama. The heavy bomber units under the Fourth Bomber Command will bomb the industrial zones in Wu, Nagoya and Osaka.
This night is destined to be a "Day of Disaster" that makes the Japanese frightened.
At 0:20 am on August 23, the bomber group began to fly over the Hida Mountains in central Honshu, and could reach the target in twenty minutes. Now the entire bomber group relies on the wireless radio stations in the direction of Tokyo to navigate and enter a state of combat.
The yellow lights flashed in the cabin, and the crew entered the combat position.
No one spoke, the bomber group rumbled through the night sky, the atmosphere in the cabin became tense and a little depressed, and the navigator kept calculating his current location on the route map.
A light appeared on the ground in front. Looking from the air, the outline of the entire city presented a very gorgeous view under the outline of the street lights. "Arriving above the target!" said the navigator.
"In five minutes, we will destroy the industrial zone in the east!" Zheng Yimin said, "Why don't the Japanese know about light control? What a beautiful scenery, a pity..." His tone was a bit mockery and a bit of gratitude.
The lights under the fuselage went out in pieces, and the earth returned to darkness.
"Prepare to drop bombs!" Zheng Yimin issued a combat order.
The Japanese anti-aircraft shells under the fuselage were like explosions of fireworks, shining in the sky above the night.
"Start, let it go!" With a command, the bomb dropper pressed the switch, and a series of bombs fell shakingly from under the belly of the machine toward the ground.
Zheng Yimin suddenly pulled down the joystick, and the fighter plane quickly climbed up. As the commander, he needed to hover over the bombing site for a while in order to observe the effect of the bombing and take photos of the ground.
A few balls of fire appeared on the ground, which was the napalm bomb that began to burn. Although it looked only the same size as the match burned from a high altitude, Zheng Yimin knew in his heart that the combustion range of such a 650-kilogram incendiary bomb must be more than 30.
Rice and flames rose up one after another on the ground, which also provided targets for the bombers behind them.
The fire area on the ground is getting bigger and bigger, and it seems to be a hundred times more spectacular than the street lights just now.
Japanese-style wooden houses are good fuels, which further encouraged the spread of the fire. From a high altitude, half of Tokyo was trapped in a sea of fire.
"Oh my God, the whole of Tokyo is lit!" the navigator shouted excitedly.
"Start return!" The last team of bombers flew through the red night sky. The cyclones produced by the fire forced them to drop the bomb D at an altitude of 7,000 meters. The pilot pulled the joystick and the plane drew an arc.
The sea in Tokyo Bay began to turn.
The city on the ground that was burning in the flames was getting farther and farther behind it. The bombing that lasted for more than half an hour was over, but the people living below were destined to experience a tragic night, this pain and fear
Memory will accompany those survivors for life and will never be forgotten until death.
The two naval divisions also all boarded Jeju Island that night. The sky was getting brighter. Under the escort of the Navy Land-based Air Force fighter jet stationed in Shandong, Zheng Yimin flew the plane and landed safely at Lancun Airport.
General Wu Peifu, commander of the theater commander, and Major General Zhao Lewen, commander of the Third Bomber Command, personally welcomed the return of these triumphant warriors at the airport.
"Congratulations on your victory back!" The dispatcher of the command platform congratulated the 3701 unit that had just stopped.
"How is the loss?" Zheng Yimin didn't care about the results of the battle. After getting off the plane, he first asked about the situation of the combat troops.
"Very successful!" Zhao Lewen said, "Only one plane crashed due to a mechanical failure. Two other planes forced landing on the East China Sea. The personnel were rescued by the Navy's search and rescue ships, and 16 crew members disappeared. Two other planes were returning.
I lost my way and landed at Shanhaiguan Airport."
"As long as they do not surrender for a day, this bombing will continue and will increase its efforts." General Wu said: "We want to destroy all their military and industrial capabilities!"
This is the core of the entire bombing plan.
"There will definitely be a large number of civilian casualties. Will international public opinion be under great pressure?"
"This is an inevitable problem in war. As for public opinion, it is a matter between the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the News Agency, and it has nothing to do with us!" General Wu said indifferently. Their generation of soldiers are similar to Japanese soldiers in terms of concepts, and they are all very
Indifference to life is absolutely different from those scholars who have returned from studying abroad in the West.