Shanghai.
11:40.
There were crowds of people on both sides of the Huangpu River. Some of the buildings on the shore were filled with people. From time to time, they built arbors with their hands, looked to the west, whispered to each other, and discussed.
Vendors selling cigarettes and melon seeds were running back and forth among the crowd, selling cigarettes and melon seeds in various dialects. Business was surprisingly good today.
On the river, the flagship of the Third Fleet [Izumo] is still arrogant like a star in the moon. The wounds suffered on the day of the 8.14 air battle have been completely repaired. Japanese sailors are standing on the deck, and an officer is holding a telescope and looking to the west. looking at the sky.
This isn't Shanghai, China, it's clearly the home ground of the Japanese.
11:50pm.
There was a sound of propellers and engines, and amid the cheers of the Japanese army, the Type 96 Battleship No. 101 appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Then, when it flew over the "Izumo" at low altitude, its wings pointed diagonally at a 45-degree angle. In the sky, Colonel Yamashita Shichiro, wearing white gloves, greeted the Imperial sailors on the ship.
"Long live!"
"Long live!"
"Long live!"
The soldiers on the [Izumo] ship waved the sun flag and cheered in unison. The Type 101 Type 96 flew low over the water. Wherever it went, the sailors on the Japanese warships on the Huangpu River all shouted in unison: " Long live the Emperor..."
"Fuck Niangbi..."
"I am a mud horse..."
"What a shame..."
"To my son..."
On both sides of the Taiwan Strait, Chinese people continued to curse in low voices.
The little devil is showing off his power on China's territory, but the Chinese people can only dare to be angry but dare not speak out.
11:55 minutes.
"I'm coming……"
The Chinese on both sides of the Huangpu River shouted in unison. A Western fighter plane appeared in people's field of vision, getting closer and closer, followed by two more fighter planes.
Looking at the fighter planes appearing in the west, the Japanese officers standing on the ship laughed at the corners of their mouths. They were the Type 96 land attack and Type 95 ship battle after the imperial air raid on Nanjing returned triumphantly.
"Alas...Made...is the kid's plane..."
Looking at the Japanese planes flying overhead, there were bursts of disappointment from the crowds on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.
11:57 minutes.
The senior foreign observation groups with telescopes in hand on several airships distributed on both sides of the Huangpu River still did not see any fighter planes coming from the west.
"It seems that the chief instructor of the Chinese Air Force will not show up. He knows that he is young and has little skills and is no match for Colonel Yamashita Shichiro, so he is too afraid to come."
On the airship, a German observer put down his telescope and shrugged his shoulders.
"If the chief instructor of the Chinese Air Force does not come, he will not only lose the face of the Chinese people, but also lose the face of the Randolph Air Force Academy."
Another German observer glanced at an American observer holding a telescope, curled his lips and shrugged, mocking him.
The American observer had a livid face, pretended not to hear, and continued to look to the west.
11:58 minutes.
Not a single bird appeared in the western sky.
The Chinese crowd on both sides of the Huangpu River became restless, and some even began to curse Niang, hating themselves for being so blind that they believed the lies of people like gmd.
"He...won't come, right?"
"I've been here for a long time. If I haven't shown up at this time, I will definitely not come. Alas..."
"It's all gone, let's go... so that we don't have to see the faces of the Japanese later..."
"Let's go, go, go..."
Everyone in China said they wanted to leave, but everyone stayed where they were, and then looked towards the western sky, their eyes full of expectation, anxiety and waiting.
"It's almost 12 o'clock, there's still one minute left."
Someone in the crowd yelled with a loud voice.
As a result, the sound was like a telegraph, causing everyone's eyes to stare at the big clock high above - 11:59.
The Japanese army was furious.
"Long live!"
"Long live!"
"Long live!"
"Long live the Emperor!"
"Long live the Emperor!"
"Long live the Emperor!"
Seeing the No. 101 Type 96 hovering in the sky, all Japanese soldiers cheered in unison.
Wait a moment, when the bell rings 12 noon, if the No. 214 ship driven by the chief instructor of the Chinese Air Force does not appear in the sky over the Huangpu River, then in this ace vs. ace battle, even the empire’s ace pilot Yamashita Shichiro Colonel Win.
Seeing the Japanese troops on the Huangpu River cheering in unison and celebrating in advance, the Chinese people on both sides of the strait were extremely disappointed. Some people began to curse the cowards who broke the promise and dared not come, and some people secretly wiped their tears and felt sad...
"When..."
A bell ringing reached everyone's ears.
People invariably looked at the big clock on the city hall building again.
12:00 sharp.
At this moment, everyone once again looked at the western sky.
All Chinese people are disappointed again.
The chief instructor of the Chinese Air Force did not appear in the western sky.
"Woo~~"
Just after the first bell rang at twelve o'clock, the piercing air raid sirens of bombers diving suddenly sounded in the eastern sky.
Everyone turned their heads.
A Type 96 warship covered in gunpowder smoke and trauma appeared on the Huangpu River on the east side at some unknown time. It flew slowly and backward at low altitude, and in a blink of an eye it flew over the head of the Japanese flagship [Izumo], a distance away The bridge is only thirty meters high, and the cockpit glass is covered with spiderweb-like cracks, making it difficult to see the pilot's face clearly. The blue sky and white sun emblems on the two wings riddled with bullet holes shine brightly in the sun. There are many scratches from shrapnel on the fuselage, and the traces of gunpowder burning at close range are very obvious, but the dazzling white 214 numbers on both sides of the fuselage are even more prominent. At first glance, it can be seen that it has experienced many hard battles.
The Japanese army exploded immediately.
Many anti-aircraft gunners hurriedly ran to return to their positions, but were stopped by the officers on the ship.
Just now, everyone's eyes were focused on the western sky. When this No. 214 ship appeared, no one among the imperial sailors knew.
If General Kiyoshi Hasegawa hadn't given the order earlier, no one would have opened fire on the No. 214 ship that came for the decisive battle before the ace vs. ace decisive battle at noon today, in order to avoid ridicule from the international community.
"good!"
Three seconds later, cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami erupted from both sides of the Huangpu River. All Chinese stood up in unison and raised their arms. The cheers suppressed the gunfire coming from Luodian and other directions.
"The chief instructor is here..."
"Flying from a Japanese warship..."
"OK……"
"This is tantamount to a slap in the face of the little devil in front of the whole world..."
"Haha... the little devil also has today..."
The voices of the Chinese people on both sides of the Huangpu River are getting louder and louder. Today, there are foreigners taking photos and videos in the air. The people are not afraid of Japanese revenge, and their long-simmering anger burst out in an instant.
Cameras on both sides of the Pujiang River took pictures of Ship Battle No. 214 flying upside down from the bridge of the flagship of the Japanese Third Fleet [Izumo]. The scorching blue sky and white sun emblem were particularly dazzling.
Type 96 Type 101 on the west side of the city government building slowly lowered its nose and flew at a low speed. Colonel Yamashita Shichiro's eyes were about to spurt blood. Type 214 was flying from the Imperial Navy flagship [Izumo] at a low altitude. Flying over would be a slap in the face of the empire, and this was Shichiro Yamashita's dereliction of duty.
Amidst the overwhelming cheers, the No. 214 Ship Battle slowly rolled 180 degrees, recovered, and flew slowly towards the No. 101 Type 96 Ship Battle.
Two fighter planes met each other at low altitude.
Yamashita Shichiro's eyes were full of anger and hatred, and he waved his fist at Zhou Zhihan.
Zhou Zhihan's eyes were calm and cold, he put his four fingers together and made a throat-cutting motion toward Yamashita Qilang!
This scene was snapped by many Western reporters.
"boom……"
People on both sides of the Taiwan Strait roared with joy like thunder.
In today's battle, Zhou Zhihan will avenge the war and the others.
The two planes pulled up, flew east and west along the Huangpu River, and then quickly turned back.
