All the pilots stepped forward one by one, took out the note from the box, and opened it silently.
Yan Haiwen, the second lieutenant pilot of the 25th Squadron of the 5th Destroyer Group, spread out the note in his hand. There were two words written on the note - go to war.
Yan Haiwen said nothing and took a decisive step forward.
Mao Bangchu nodded, his heart feeling like needles.
Shen Chonghai, the lieutenant commander of the 9th Squadron of the 2nd Air Force Group, also spread out the note in his hand. There was a word on the note - go to war.
Shen Chonghai also took a step forward.
Mao Bangchu nodded, his face expressionless and his heart bleeding.
Second Lieutenant Chen Xichun of the 8th Brigade and the 7th Detachment also took a step forward, and the word "go to war" was also written on the note in his hand.
After reading the note, Warrant Officer Pilot Ren Songling of the 27th Detachment of the 9th Group took a step forward.
Looking at these young and familiar faces in front of him, Mao Bangchu took a few puffs of cigarette and lowered his head, as if thinking. In fact, the corners of his eyes were already wet, and he could only use his lower head and the dense smoke to cover up his wetness. Corner of eye.
Although Zhou Zhirou is the commander-in-chief of the Chinese Air Force, the Chinese Air Force was brought up by him, Mao Bangchu, like a baby that was born, and now he has grown up, and then let him watch them disappear one by one in front of his eyes. In the air, some bodies could not even be recovered. In the end, the disintegrated fighter planes disappeared forever in the air.
From August 14th to August 23rd today, in just ten days, the Chinese Air Force has lost one-third of its wealth. Excellent pilots continue to die in battle. Bad news comes every day. The death of two pilots undoubtedly stabbed Mao Bangchu's heart with a needle.
Humans are not like grass and trees, and no one can be ruthless. These pilots have been at the Hangzhou Jianqiao Air Force Academy base since they were 17 or 18 years old. They have been together for several years and have a deep friendship between teachers and students. Every time a pilot goes into battle, there is a separation of life and death, and the blood of each one is exchanged.
Just like the combat mission assigned tonight, knowing that there were dangers ahead and knowing that his own fighter planes were far behind the Japanese, he still had to let these pilots take off without hesitation.
Even though he knew that these young faces in front of him would eventually disappear into the sky one by one, Mao Bangchu still had to send them to death.
Sending everyone he knew to death one by one was what Mao Bangchu had to do at the moment.
Mao Bangchu was a close confidant of the principal. He knew that from the moment the Japanese army stationed in Shanghai failed to encircle and annihilate the Japanese Marine Corps after the war started on August 13, to the moment the Japanese army began to increase its troops on August 21, Songhu was doomed. The battle would end with a disastrous defeat for the Chinese army.
But now, the Chinese army is an arrow flying out of the string.
There is no turning back.
The Japanese army is constantly increasing its troops, and the Chinese army can only show its strength to fight, even if the battle ends with one soldier.
All the pilots were watching Mao Bangchu quietly.
For the past few days, the deputy commander-in-chief had been staying in the war room. Looking at his white temples, some young pilots suddenly felt sad and couldn't help but choke up.
As more and more pilots have been killed in the past few days, the deputy commander seems to have more and more gray hair.
He yawned, rubbed his eyes and nose, and wiped the corners of his eyes. His eyes were already red, and no one would know that Mao Bangchu's eyes were red and shed tears: "Order!"
"Snapped!"
Everyone stood at attention and looked at Mao Bangchu.
"Zhou Zhihan!"
Zhou Zhihan took a step forward: "Sir!"
"You flew the Martin 139WC heavy bomber and showed up at Wusongkou on time when the Japanese troops landed at Foqiao. If you do not appear above the landing enemy troops at dawn when the Japanese troops land, you will be dealt with according to military law!"
Zhou Zhihan saluted: "Yes, sir!" Then he took a step back.
Mao Bangchu knew that no matter how reluctant he was to part with these young pilots, there were no fathers and sons on the battlefield. Once a war started, military laws must be strict so that soldiers could carry out orders.
"Yan Haiwen, Shen Chonghai, Zhang Mufei, Ren Songling!"
"Sir!"
Yan Haiwen and four others took a step forward at the same time and answered!
"Zhang Mufei and Shen Chonghai flew two Fighter MKI fighter jets in an escort posture to protect Martin from heavy bombardment. They must use fierce attacks to force the Japanese Type 95 and Type 96 ship battles to appear! Those who are slack will be engaged in military law."
"Yes, sir!"
Zhang Mufei and Shen Chonghai gave military salutes at the same time! Back away.
"Ren Songling, Yan Haiwen."
"Sir!"
Ren Songling and Yan Haiwen took a step forward.
"You two each fly a Hawker 2 to get ahead of Martin's heavy bombardment. As the first wave of attacks, when the Japanese army arrives at the beach, you immediately attack the Japanese fleet, kick away their anti-aircraft formation, and open the door for Martin's heavy bombardment. A bloody road.
The two of you must fight fiercely and launch the most violent low-altitude attack on the Japanese landing warships! "
After Mao Bangchu said this, he pinched his eyebrows again, then lowered the brim of his hat to hide his eyes.
Attacking at low altitude on the water is too dangerous.
No matter how Mao Bangchu tried to hide it, all the pilots could see that tears overflowed from the deputy commander's eyes. At this moment, he looked like an old man whose waist was suddenly bent by a heavy load.
"Yes, sir!"
Ren Songling and Yan Haiwen paid Mao Bangchu's military salute and refused to let go for a long time. They knew that their trip was almost a narrow escape, and whether they could come back again depended on their own fate.
Maybe it's fate.
No one can change fate!
If you are caught in the lottery and go to battle, it is your fate.
Mao Bangchu straightened his back and said to all the first batch of pilots: "I judge that in response to the wave of attacks by Ren Songling and Yan Haiwen, the Japanese carrier-based aircraft will definitely not appear.
But when Ren Songling and Yan Haiwen kicked away the Japanese anti-aircraft fire, and the Martin Heavy Bomber and Fighter MKI fighter jets appeared in time, the Japanese aviation forces would believe that we had fallen into their trap and appear immediately.
They cannot allow our fighter planes to attack their landing troops. Therefore, whether you can induce enemy planes to appear depends on whether the intensity of your attack is too strong for the Japanese landing troops to withstand. "
"Yes, sir!"
Several people in the first battle saluted Mao Bangchu once again. Over the years, Mao Bangchu has been concurrently serving as the principal of Hangzhou Jianqiao Air Force Aviation School, leaving a deep impression on all the trainees. The pilots went out to fight today, and after nine lives and one death, they have been together for several years, and when they parted, they were reluctant to part with each other.
"Today's dawn battle is crucial! Except for bombers, all interceptor aircraft must carry an aerial bomb and fly in a fuel-saving gliding attitude at an altitude of two thousand meters.
In order to reduce weight and save fuel, everything that is not on the aircraft can be removed. All protective steel plates on all bombers are removed. Two auxiliary fuel tanks are hung on the wings of each fighter aircraft to increase the time in the air. I have asked the mechanic to add more fuel to the auxiliary fuel tanks. You can fly to Shanghai, use the fuel in the auxiliary tank first, and throw away the fuel tank after use to reduce the weight of the aircraft. "
"Yes, sir!"
All pilots salute!
A tragic atmosphere gathered among everyone.
