Under the moonlight, the "Yifu" aircraft was flying steadily southeast.
The cabin is well sealed, but the huge engine noise still comes through to a large extent. The interior decoration of the cabin is very luxurious, with many parts made of wood and leather.
Xiang Xiaoqiang said that there is no toilet on the plane. In fact, there was originally a toilet at the back of the plane, but it was temporarily demolished in order to accommodate 10 people and 10 bicycles.
Ten people were wearing the military uniforms of the Qing Army, carrying parachute bags outside their military coats, sitting face to face, with a narrow aisle in the middle. In the middle of the aisle was a row of bicycles, with every two bicycles tied together and tied with parachute bags.
Bicycles were the most important means of transportation for the Qing army at this time, besides cars and mules and horses. Usually one or twenty bicycles would be placed in a military camp. Middle- and lower-level officers would go out to do business, and military police teams would ride bicycles when they went out for patrols.
,very convenient.
Especially in the stick-stick areas in various places, no matter the officers or soldiers, basically everyone has one.
At this time, the Ming and Qing Dynasties did not have as many cars as the United States. The Ming Dynasty had more cars, but they were not as good as several industrial powers in Europe, let alone the United States. Therefore, the military also used a large number of bicycles.
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In the darkness, the green light of the instruments on the front bridge reflected on everyone's face, which looked very strange. Each of them held a Mauser 98 rifle.
Because the weapons of the Qing army are very complex, there are several basic weapons such as rifles. Some are produced by themselves, and some are imported. When the General Munitions Department imports weapons, it basically purchases from whichever company sends more money.
Weapons. This time the Japanese sent a lot of money, so they purchased a batch of 38 rifles. Next time the Germans sent a lot of money, they bought a batch of Mauser 98s.
However, the Qing army did not use submachine guns, and it was impossible for Xiang Xiaoqiang and the others to use a few rifles to rob a train. Therefore, they concentrated the submachine guns, packed them with radio stations, explosives and other items for airdrop, and then took them out for use during the operation. The rifles they have now are basically
It was a cover. There was another reason. The Mauser rifle and another secret weapon "Woodpecker" airdropped together, the ammunition can be used in common.
Xiang Xiaoqiang was shouting below until his throat hurt. He was leaning on his seat, closing his eyes and concentrating. Several members across from him were still looking at him with admiration.
Suddenly someone shouted:
"Look, the sea!"
Everyone turned to look outside. They turned to Xiaoqiang and looked down through the circular porthole behind his head.
The moonlight was very bright, the plane flew very high, and there were no clouds under the wings. You could clearly see the endless stretches of paddy fields and rivers, shining like diamonds under the moon.
Ahead, the land seems to have come to an end, revealing the endless sea. The dark sea sparkles in the moonlight, giving it a feeling of being all-inclusive. This is the East China Sea.
So beautiful.
Except for the few veterans of the parachute commandos, no one else had ever seen such a magnificent scenery, and they all greedily opened the porthole windows to look at it.
Just now, they flew over Jiangyin, Taihu Lake, Suzhou, and Shanghai, and were now at the outermost end of the large trumpet mouth of Hangzhou Bay. They faintly saw a few black things in front of them, which were the Shengsi Islands.
After the plane bypassed the Zhoushan Islands in the East China Sea, it turned its tail and began to fly in a northeasterly direction. Its destination was the base of the Changshan Islands on the east side of the Liaodong Peninsula, the northernmost territory of the Ming Dynasty.
When you get there, refuel the plane, fill it up and take off again. It will go straight into the Bohai Sea along the Bohai Strait and fly dozens of kilometers into the land. Near Huanghua County, you have to airdrop people and quickly turn around and escape. Near Beijing and Tianjin, close to the Bohai Sea coast
, the Qing army has been gathering heavy troops all year round, and its air defense is much stronger than that of Pukou.
After this small team landed in the dark, they had to quickly find a local "connection" near Huanghua, who would serve as a guide, and move along the Jinpu Railway to select a location and set up an ambush.
Then, it depends on the team's ability and luck.
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This journey will be entirely over the sea and will completely avoid flying over the land controlled by the Beiqing to prevent it from being shot down. Today's moon is too bright and very clear, and the aircraft will be clearly visible in the night sky.
But there is no way, the weather is not decided by people, we can only make do with it.
In order to avoid the Shandong Peninsula, which stretches far into the sea, the pilot turned a few degrees eastward. The current direction is to fly towards the Korean Peninsula, bypass the Shandong Peninsula and then turn back.
Although he had flown three times in the past three days of training, Xiang Xiaoqiang was still not used to it. When the plane made a big circle just now, his stomach was churning and uncomfortable. Looking at others, except for the few veterans of the parachute commandos, everyone
He clenches his fists and tightens his lips, making him look uncomfortable.
Xiang Xiaoqiang took off his gloves, reached into the pocket of his coat, took out the map, looked at it carefully for a while under the weak green light, then folded it and put it back.
It should have flown out of the East China Sea and entered the sky over the Yellow Sea.
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After flying for about an hour, the clouds and fog gradually thickened. After a while, the fog became so thick that nothing could be seen outside the window.
Xiang Xiaoqiang still closed his eyes slightly and leaned on his seat. Several members of the team looked back at the thick fog outside the window and looked at each other, wondering whether it was important. But when they saw Xiang Xiaoqiang's calm and composed appearance, they didn't take it seriously.
Something happened.
The pilot in the front seat looked left and right, muttered something, studied the instrument panel for a while, looked at the flight chart, and tried to call up the radio band of the Dongjiang Fleet Base on the Changshan Islands for navigation, but failed.
This flight required absolute radio silence, and it was impossible to actively contact Nanjing or the Dongjiang fleet.
After flying for another hour, the pilot suddenly shouted a meaningful and Nanjing-like shout:
"Ah, you are so good -"
The ten people behind were excited and looked forward. The pilot looked left and right against the glass, then lowered his head and stared at the instrument panel and flight board. He kept tapping his head with his fingers and kept mumbling:
"I'm so good, I'm done, I'm done, I'm done... Where are you flying to... I'm your mother..."
Everyone immediately lay down on the portholes and looked down. The thick fog gradually dissipated. Everyone was surprised to find that the bottom was no longer the sea, but an endless stretch of land, with rolling mountains in the distance.
The pilot's face turned very pale, and beads of sweat rolled down from his flight cap.
Xiang Xiaoqiang's heart sank, it was clear that he was lost.
The undulating mountains in the distance stretch as far as the eye can see. They are definitely not the Beijing-Tianjin Plain or the Shandong Peninsula. This kind of landform is very unfamiliar.
Maybe he flew too far? He crossed the Changshan Islands and flew directly into the Liaodong Peninsula?
Flying over a cloud, a large area of sparse lights appeared below. It seemed to be quite large, like a big city.
Xiang Xiaoqiang quickly pulled out the map, spread it out, and searched on it. Several heads turned to look over.
Grandma, which city did you fly to? Are there any big cities in this area?
Lushun? No, it’s obviously deep into the land now. It can’t be Lushun.
Pulandian? Wafangdian? No, a small place like that won't be so large.
Jinzhou? Could it be Shenyang? This is too outrageous. How can you fly so far after being lost for a while?
The pilot in front suddenly covered his earphones and shouted back nervously:
"Hey, who of you knows Japanese?"
Japanese?!
Xiang Xiaoqiang was struck by lightning in an instant, and he knew where he was below!
He returned his eyes to the map, stared at a point, and said to the men around him in a detached manner:
"Brothers, guess where it is down there?... It's Pyongyang. We've flown to North Korea."
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The pilot in front kept saying into the headset:
"I am the Yifu aircraft of the Ming Empire. I am the Yifu aircraft of the Ming Empire. I am now lost on course and have no intention of infringing your airspace. I am now lost on course and have no intention of infringing your airspace... Your mother, do you understand? "
He turned around again and shouted:
"I asked, does anyone understand Japanese? Tell me a few words! Can those two brothers from Dongchang do it?"
...Big eyes stare at small eyes.
Xiang Xiaoqiang calmed his breathing, swallowed dryly, and said:
"Put it out and I'll listen!"
I really hate that I watch so little AV and anime, and now I can only understand about a dozen words including "Yah mei". I have no choice but to go to the real battle in a life-or-death situation.
A jabbering Japanese voice came out from the radio. It was a sharp male voice. It really looked like the Japanese soldiers in the 1930s and 1940s in "Tiger Tiger" and "Ah, Navy!". The voice was quite rough, almost Just shout.
Xiang Xiaoqiang listened nervously, trying to distinguish every word he could understand.
"Ole wow...", I am...
"Hayaku...", hurry up, quickly...
"Anadava...", it seems like you are doing whatever you want...
"Ni Bang...", the word is "Japan".
Xiang Xiaoqiang listened for a while longer, making guesses, and said bravely:
"It seems like they want us to do something, and we have to do it quickly, otherwise they, Japan, or something will do something..."
The driver shouted angrily:
"My day——"
Sudden……
"Buzz--" a roar passed overhead, and everyone looked out the window.
After a while, there was another "buzz" sound, as if it passed by under my feet.
This time Xiang Xiaoqiang saw a bit of metallic cold light passing quickly under the moonlight in the distance.
It's a fighter jet.
After about ten seconds, the metallic light disappeared. After another moment, the sound of the motor behind my head came from far to near. Soon, outside the porthole, a monoplane and the aircraft were moving side by side, only a few dozen meters apart. .The fuselage is painted dark green, with a large dark red circle on the back.
Xiang Xiaoqiang struggled to identify it. With this appearance, it should be Kawasaki's Type 92 fighter, right?
The Japanese fighter jets got closer and closer, and in the end, they were only about ten meters away, and they could clearly see the pilot's face in the cockpit. The guy was wearing goggles, and a pair of small eyes behind him looked cold and ruthless. His hands wearing leather gloves pointed downwards. , which probably means landing.
The pilot here also saw it, let out a sigh of relief, and muttered:
"I understand, as long as it makes sense."
Suddenly, the Japanese pilot stretched his neck and stared at the fuselage of the plane here. Then he immediately took off his goggles and stared at it with his naked eyes, as if he saw something he couldn't believe.
He rubbed his eyes twice, looked at them for a few seconds, then immediately covered his mask and reported something.
The pilot here waited for further signals from the Japanese aircraft and kept circling in the sky. After a while, a string of English words suddenly came out from the cabin broadcast.
The pronunciation was very stiff, and it was obviously spoken by the Japanese, probably from the command on the ground. Xiang Xiaoqiang listened to a few words, and he could barely tell that the Japanese asked them not to land for the time being, and to fly straight to the 255-degree direction.
The pilot also understood. If he was granted amnesty, he said in one breath:
"Okay, okay, just let us go! Let's go back!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang knows navigation coordinates. When he played the game "Sneak Hunt", he didn't need to be too familiar with this set of 360-degree navigation coordinates. 0 degrees and 360 degrees are both true north, 90 degrees is true east, 180 degrees is true south, and 270 degrees is true south.
West.
The azimuth of 255 degrees is 15 degrees due west by south.
He looked at the map and wondered: Why don't we go southwest? Either 200 degrees or 220 degrees is fine. That direction is the airspace of the Ming Dynasty. Where is 255 degrees facing? The Bohai Sea, the airspace of the Qing Dynasty, is exactly that.
Where we are going! What are the Japanese doing? Are they trying to make things easier for us?