At 4:55 in the morning on November 27, the central command hall of the Purple Mountain Fortress fell silent, and even the phone rings that had been ringing in the hall were silent. In the last five minutes, units at all levels from the headquarters to the frontline troops had made arrangements
OK, everyone is holding their breath and waiting for the order to be issued from Nanjing five minutes later.
In the center of the hall, Zhu Yourong stood in military uniform, with countless lights gathering on her body. She slowly took out an opened and flattened cigarette box from her pocket and held it up for everyone to see.
The story of this cigarette box is now known to all women and children in the Ming Dynasty. The poem on this cigarette box is also widely circulated in the Ming Dynasty. Everyone knows that the "original cultural relic" has always been regarded as a treasure by Her Majesty the Queen and should be properly
collect.
At this moment, Zhu Yourong took it out again. Only Zhu Yourong's excited voice echoed in the hall:
"There is a saying that I have said many times, and you have heard it many times. That is: Our Northern Expedition is not for land, not for resources, and not to improve the geopolitical situation... Our Northern Expedition is for the benefit of all northern people.
Our compatriots will no longer have to flee southward.
"It's just like what is written on this cigarette box... You live in the south of the Yangtze River, and I live in the north of the Yangtze River. I miss you from generation to generation and drink the water of the Yangtze River together... When will this water stop? When will this hatred end? I only hope that you will be in your heart.
With a heart like a minister, I will definitely live up to my loyalty.
"Everyone knows about this cigarette box, and also knows this poem. This poem was written to me by an unknown compatriot in the north. He asked me: When will this water stop? When will this hatred end?...
I can finally answer him today: The water is closed today.
This hatred is over! Today, I stand here and declare that our second phase of military operations has only one strategic determination, and it is the only strategic determination - that is to completely eliminate the evil Manchu Qing regime! The Qing Dynasty will never be destroyed.
We will never withdraw our troops!"
…
The middle and lower-level officers in the hall were still immersed in excitement, but the generals Zhang Zhaoxian and Xiang Xiaoqiang were all shocked: "We will never withdraw our troops until we destroy the Qing captives." Why is Her Majesty the Queen so good at making decisions?
...When we held meetings and made plans, we never considered this as a strategic decision! This was simply a decision that Her Majesty the Queen made on her own initiative at the last minute!
Several core generals looked at each other, and they all looked at each other.
Zhu Yourong said again:
"I'm here, and I want to thank you for supporting me."
As he spoke, he turned to Xiang Xiaoqiang and looked at him with a smile. All the eyes in the hall immediately turned to Xiang Xiaoqiang.
Zhu Yourong looked at Xiang Xiaoqiang, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes that could only be seen between the two, and smiled:
"It turns out that you rescued the 12 crew members of the Grasshopper for me. You also brought this cigarette case back to me. Now, I want to make a promise to you in front of all the generals and colleagues.
Something... Do you still remember that on D-Day, at this time, I called you and finally read you a frontier poem?"
"……ah."
Xiang Xiaoqiang half-opened his mouth and stared blankly at Zhu Yourong. Zhu Yourong's extremely boring voice on the phone that day flashed through his mind:
"...On the day when the imperial edict comes back in peace, I will take off my shirt with my husband..."
Damn, this girl really knows how to deceive people. This is really a "frontier poem". The first seven lines are like "The general marched to the north with courage, and his waist was full of wild goose and feather swords." The last line is "I will explain to you sir."
"Battle robe" made Zhu Yourong tingle with excitement.
Xiang Xiaoqiang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said:
"I remember."
Zhu Yourong smiled and nodded, her eyes a little more fiery. She took a deep breath, tried hard to control her serious and sacred expression, and said:
"If our strategic determination comes true this time, I will fulfill the content of that frontier fortress poem."
Xiang Xiaoqiang stared at her blankly, his chest beating wildly and his mind ecstatic.
Agree... She finally agreed... She is mine again...
In just a moment, Xiang Xiaoqiang also tried his best to control his expression to be equally sacred and serious, leaned forward and said in a deep voice:
"I understand, I will obey the edict."
The generals and officers in the hall were all confused as they watched the monarch and his ministers play riddles. The few who boldly took a guess were dispelled by Zhu Yourong's "frontier poem". - No, that's too much.
Have you thought about it? It is obviously a frontier fortress poem, but what others are talking about is a frontier fortress poem!
At five o'clock in the morning, the second hand of the big clock above the hall ran through the last few ticks. Zhu Yourong reached out and pressed the button, and a sharp electric bell sounded throughout the hall.
Immediately, the hall became noisy, and the commanders of each army were grabbing the phone and giving orders to attack. - "Operation Luyou" began.
…
After receiving the order to attack, ground staff at major airports removed the wooden blocks in front of the bomber's wheels and waved glow sticks to give the "take off" command.
The strong winds blown by countless propellers swept across the airport, and the behemoths roared one by one, slowly climbed up the runway from the lawn, crawled in line, accelerated, sprinted, and finally left the ground and rushed into the dark night sky.
On the Western battlefield, 180 Swan bombers and 150 Osprey bombers roared and took off one after another, with red lights flashing on their wings, climbing in the dark night sky like a mass of ink, forming a formation, waiting for new bombers to take off from the ground.
Join the fleet.
On the ground, the signal light on the control tower kept shining three long and one short beams into the sky, which meant "victory".
This piece of land that was newly liberated by Nanming was shrouded in a low roar. As more and more bombers circled in formation over several airports, the formations became larger and more complete, and a little dark blue appeared in the east.
Color, the whole sky is no longer completely black. Within ten minutes, the first ray of dawn will pierce the darkness.
Within an hour, visibility will become ideal.
In one hour, on the western battlefield, 180 level bombers and 150 dive bombers will begin to bomb the Shanxi Corps of the Qing Army. After the western battlefield starts, on the eastern battlefield, 280 level bombers and 630 dive bombers will also take off, flying
Go over the Central Plains Corps of the Qing Army. Because they are shorter and closer to the Qing Army’s positions.
This time, the Ming army used all the air power it could muster, trying to maintain a greater density above the Qing army's Central Plains defense line, or in other words, the density of the past.
The number of bombers put into combat in one day reached 1,240, not including fighter jets. This was a veritable "thousand-plane bombing". Nearly a quarter of these bombers were newly manufactured during the month of negotiations.
, among them, in addition to the traditional "Osprey" dive bombers, there are 63 brand-new new aircraft that have rolled off the assembly line - Stuka dive bombers, which were called "Condors" in the Ming Dynasty.
…
In the dark, cold high sky, in the bomber cabin, the crew members were dressed like big cotton bags, wearing large leather gloves and oxygen masks, lying or sitting at their respective posts.
The fleet was flying north. Amidst the huge noise and vibrations, and the occasional bumps in the high-altitude air currents, the hearts of the crew members were so excited that they almost jumped out of their chests.
Across the cold glass cover, it was still pitch black above, below, and on the left. But the light had already appeared on the right. In the faint light, I could barely see the huge, dark figure of my friend on the right.
But soon, as the time on the flight watch gradually approached six o'clock, the visibility outside the glass cover almost suddenly improved.
The right head was already a fish belly white, and soon a touch of light red appeared. The sun was coming out. The view below broadened. The land under the control of the Beiqing changed from black to gray, with various farmland, roads, villages, rivers, and mountains.
Qiu gradually became clearer. From time to time, a large group of clouds drifted under his belly.
Every crew member was looking around, excitedly watching the friendly aircraft above him, below him, and on his left and right hands.
There are several groups in one group, several groups in one large group, and then several large groups in one super large group... densely packed, far and near, layer by layer, countless in number.
As the sky grew brighter, everyone became more and more excited and excited. Not to mention that the Qing army had never seen such a huge formation, even the young Ming army boys on the plane had never seen it before.
They had never even thought about it. At this moment, each of them felt sincerely proud, felt powerful, and felt the heartbeats of their comrades coming from behind, up, down, left, and right through the air.
These young men from the Army Aviation Group have always considered themselves "the proud ones of heaven". At this moment, this feeling has added another layer: they are not only the proud ones of heaven, but also the lucky ones to be able to use such terrifying power with their own hands and witness it with their own eyes.
victory.
…
At six o'clock, the bomber groups flew over the heads of the Shanxi Ming Army one after another. There was an overwhelming cheer on the ground. Of course, the pilots in the sky could not hear the cheers on the ground. However, each unit spontaneously flashed their signal lights into the sky.
, three short and one long:
Victory...Victory...Victory...
At a quarter past six, three bomber groups met over Pingyao County and formed a large group of 410 aircraft, flying straight into Taiyuan, 80 kilometers away in the north.
At this moment, the entire Pingyao County was shrouded in a low roar. People outside and inside Pingyao County put on their clothes, stood in the yard, looked up to the sky, and stared blankly at a scene they had never seen in their lives.
, I still didn’t understand what was going on for a while.
The officials of the Northern Qing Dynasty, the military and police officers, all stared blankly at the sky. Their necks were sore when they looked up. A cold air rose from their backs and went straight to their necks, and cold sweat broke out.
...Then, those who responded quickly had already started to pack up their belongings, contacted their friends in the military and police circles, and were ready to ask them to escort them to escape.
At 6:30, the large aircraft group flew over Taiyuan City. Then, it split into two groups and flew to the northeast and northwest of Taiyuan City respectively.
…
At 6:35, there were no longer cities and plains under the bomber's belly. The terrain began to undulate, and the vast mountains and forests appeared before our eyes.
Although it is early winter, it can be clearly seen that the mountain forests are still densely covered with vegetation, covering everything hidden in them. However, these forests are no longer the usual dark green, but have turned earthy yellow.
Earthy red, gray.
Under the dry north wind in Shanxi's late autumn, there is no longer a forest below, but an endless pile of dry firewood.
So far, no black cloud has exploded below the fleet. This shows that the Qing army below is completely unprepared... It may also be that they have just received a warning, but there is no vision in the dense forest, and the anti-aircraft guns cannot be used at all.
At the front of the fleet, the captain of the leading bomber broke the radio silence and issued the order to the entire fleet, "Get in position and prepare to drop bombs with me."
The bomb bays of each bomber were opened, and the howling cold wind suddenly filled the entire aircraft.
The bombardier's eyes were close to the sight, his thumb was placed on the red button, and he was watching the cross target in the sight with slight vibration. Under the cross target, there were endless rolling mountains, and there were yellow colors on the mountains.
Red firewood. Oh no, it's the woods.
The bombardier looked up at the flight chart one last time, made an estimate, and shouted:
"Enter the designated area! Get ready to drop the bomb!... Prepare... Prepare... Release!!!"
Amidst the shrill whistling sound, 82 large "hailstones" crowded onto the ground and poured down. They rolled a few times in the air and turned into the "standard posture" of rushing down. They gradually spread out into a large piece, and then, like a burst of
Like a meteor shower, it roared into the woods.
A large forest on the ground was like a cauldron, dense explosion smoke, all the big and small trees were blown up and thrown down, burning with fire, no one was spared.
Immediately afterwards, 180 Swan bombers from both groups dropped bombs, and waves of bombs were like a violent storm, sweeping across all the hills in northern Taiyuan.
Thick smoke was billowing below, and forest fires were raging. The dry and strong north wind was pulled stronger by the fire, blowing tongues of flames all over the sky and quickly sweeping southward.
Almost instantly, dozens of square kilometers of mountain forest were completely engulfed in explosions and flames. Flames more than ten meters high swept across from north to south, and thick smoke almost covered half of the sky.
In the fire, there were constant explosions, big or small, with pillars of fire and fireballs rising into the sky. From time to time, various parts, tires, and human limbs could be seen being thrown into the air, and then falling down on fire.
At this moment, the "hail bombs" of the Swan bombers were still being thrown downwards in waves.
Among the large and small explosions on the ground, there is also a more powerful explosion. In other words, this is not an ordinary explosion, but an "explosion" with flames and smoke soaring into the sky.
This is the fuel dump of the Qing army. Dozens and hundreds of barrels of gasoline and diesel were piled together. These fuel dumps were either directly hit by bombs or ignited by fires. Anyway, it was like hell.
The mouth is the same, a bull-headed horse
The black and white faces flew up into the sky with the billowing black smoke, swaying in the wind dozens of meters high. Big oil barrels were blown up into the sky, rolling with flames, and were thrown into the distant mountains and forests.
, dropped and exploded, quickly igniting a large forest.
The role of these fuel barrels is no less than that of incendiary bombs.
Thick smoke covered the sky and the sun, and most of the sight was blocked. But in the gaps of the thick smoke, you could see the flames soaring into the sky. Those flames were so fierce and high that almost all the boys in the plane were stunned.
I had the illusion that I was about to lick my belly.
…
Nearly ten minutes passed. On the bomber, I lay down in the front glass cover and looked down. There was a spectacular scene below.
...or rather a miserable scene.
Large tracts of woods were completely scorched and bald. On the black ground, there were lumps and pieces of black things scattered everywhere. It was impossible to tell which ones were charred trees, which ones were charred equipment, and which ones were charred.
of people, which are burnt animals.
But on these scorched mountains, there were still large balls of flames rising into the sky. They were the fuel of the Qing army, and they were still burning vigorously, as if they were not finished until they burned the ground beneath them.
In many places where the fire was weak, large groups of Qing soldiers ran wildly, regardless of whether there was a road under their feet. Some of them rolled down the cliff with fire burning on their bodies. More Qing soldiers panicked and fell down in large numbers.
He was killed and injured. The dive bombers and fighter jets in the sky began to show their skills at this time. With a shrill scream, they swooped down for a second killing.
The 100 kilogram bombs of the dive bombers showed their power. Every time one was dropped into the woods, it would immediately have the same effect as a volcanic eruption. The landslides and the ground were almost torn apart, and large tracts of broken trees, soil and stones were thrown high into the sky.
It looks as if half of the mountain has been shaved off.