"Boom, boom, boom..."
There was not just one bomb, but one after another, and they all landed in urban areas of Mumbai, which had no air defense capability.
Parliament, palaces, ports, power plants, gas plants, shipyards, arsenals...all became targets of Ming bombings! The 100 kilograms of picric acid bombs turned into balls of fire, rising up everywhere and igniting fire everywhere!
When the bomb fell on the dome of the Imperial Parliament, the royal carriage in which Emperor William was riding had just left the parliament compound - if the bomb had fallen earlier, Emperor William might have died on the spot. It's a pity that it's just a little bit different!
Although the marshal-emperor's fighting skills were a bit trendy, and he was a bit timid when facing the menacing Ming Empire, he just wanted to keep his Indian empire and become a happy emperor. But when faced with the sudden falling bombs, the emperor was still quite brave... After all, he was a professional soldier. When he was young, he participated in the American Revolutionary War and saw gunfire. Now I saw the dome of the parliament building, which symbolized the authority of my empire, being blown up, and I became angry at that time. In anger, he immediately pulled out his pistol, then stood up and jumped on the seat of the open carriage, raised his pistol and pointed it at the OnePlus biplane that had just dropped the bomb and was dropping leaflets. There was a burst of "bah, bah, bah"!
This emperor was also a rough man. While masturbating with a pistol, he yelled and cursed: "Fakeyu... you are a sinister and despicable villain. If you have the ability, come down and I will fight you!"
The avenue where Emperor William was located was called the Kaiser's Avenue. Every time the emperor finished his speech in the Parliament, he would ride in a royal carriage and come out from the main entrance of the Parliament under the protection of the Royal Guards, and then make an appearance on the Kaiser's Avenue. And those upper-class Indians who were doing business, shopping, or dining in the banks, department stores, and hotels on both sides of the Emperor's Avenue would run to the streets to cheer for their emperor at this time. Today was no exception. On both sides of the Emperor's Avenue were high-caste humans who had gathered from all over India. While they were cheering for their triumphant return of the Emperor, a small plane suddenly came... Everyone was still there. Thinking that this thing that looks very high-tech at first sight is an advanced gadget from the UK, they waved and cheered at it!
As a result, this small plane dropped a bomb in one blast and blew up the parliament building.
Now everyone is dumbfounded, what's going on? Why is this flying thing still dropping things? The thing that fell exploded... is it broken?
Before everyone could react, their Emperor bravely pulled out his pistol and started shooting in the air.
Seeing how powerful the emperor was, a group of high-ranking Indians cheered.
"Long live the emperor! Long live the emperor..."
Fengmingshan and Li Pingqing, who were still flying a small plane in the sky, didn't know that there was an emperor below who was beating them with a pistol - if they knew it, they would use a machine gun to fight back. When these two idiots saw the people below raising their arms and shouting something, they took it for granted that they were welcoming the liberation of the Heavenly Soldiers!
"Little plum, have you seen that the Indians below are waving to us and seem to be cheering!"
"That's right, we are here to liberate them!"
"Quick, quick, take a photo...take it back to the admiral, maybe you can get another credit!"
"Okay, I'll take the photo right away...Brother Feng, fly slower."
The photos taken by Li Pingqing were developed into photos more than three hours later, and were sent to Zhuge Weidao together with the photos taken by the co-pilots on other small planes.
"It exploded well!"
Zhuge Weidao, who was drinking tea with several staff members in the officer's lounge and discussing where to go next, took the photos sent by aviation staff Wang Wen and started to praise them after looking at a few of them.
Although the Ssangyong aircraft that carried out this bombing mission cannot compare with later aircraft in terms of performance, its current ground anti-aircraft firepower is even worse. Among them, there is a little bit of field air defense and fortress air defense, but urban air defense... almost none!
Why don't you just blow it up if you have time and no defense? Moreover, the Ssangyong aircraft is a biplane. This kind of aircraft has very good low-altitude performance and can fly very slowly. Without the interference of ground anti-aircraft fire, flying to a height of tens of meters and dropping bombs, how could the accuracy be any worse? Power plants, shipyards, and gas plants were all blown up. In some places, there were raging fires. It made people feel happy just to watch them!
"Okay, well done!" Zhuge nodded repeatedly, "In a war, you have to explode hard!"
"Junmen, look behind you, there's more behind you!" Wang Wen said with a smile.
"What else?" Zhuge Weidao quickly turned back the page and soon saw the photos taken by Li Pingqing of the Indian people "welcoming the King's Master", "These people are..."
"They are cheering!" Wang Wen said, "They are Indians watching the excitement on the Emperor's Avenue outside the Imperial Parliament in Bombay. They were all very happy when they saw our plane blowing up the dome of the Imperial Parliament building!"
Zhuge Weidao nodded and said with a smile: "It seems that the Indian people have been struggling for a long time, and they are looking forward to Master Wang day and night to save them from water and fire."
As he said that, he specially selected those photos of the Indian people welcoming the King's army and handed them to Chief Staff Officer Guo Xiaobao: "Baozhi, these photos are very important. You must keep them carefully. In addition, be careful when bringing in the negatives." custody."
"Yes, Junmen." Guo Xiaobao took the photos with a smile and put them all into his handbag.
Zhuge Weidao handed the remaining photos to Ma Xuchen, the chief of staff of the First Air Warfare who walked in one after another with Wang Wen. Ma Xuchen looked at them one by one and said with a smile: "The boiler room and engine room of the power plant were exploded, and the gas plant's The gas bag also exploded... Yes, yes, it seems that Mumbai will have to be without electricity for a few months, and the gas lamps cannot be lit. This is just the result of a round of bombing by dozens of Ssangyong aircraft. If there is one 100 four-engine heavy-duty aircraft will bomb a few rounds, and Mumbai will not be reduced to ruins!"
Zhuge Weidao smiled and said: "A four-engine heavy-duty aircraft can't fly to Mumbai!"
Aviation Staff Wang Wendao: "Junmen, as far as I know, both Feilong Company and Jiangnan Airship Company are developing four-engine seaplanes. They are expected to use the next generation radial engine that can provide 250 horsepower. Four such engines are 1,000 horsepower...there’s a lot of hope!”
There is great hope indeed!
Zhuge Weidaoxin said: "It's not that water bombers have great hope, but that the new generation of carrier-based aircraft has great hope!"
At this time, Ma Xuchen suddenly changed the topic and said: "Military Gate, after we bomb Bombay, Emperor William will definitely be furious, and the large fleets from the Amman Sea and the Andaman Sea will definitely come to the sea off Bombay. After all, we only have 4 battle lines. The cruisers and four motherships are not powerful enough to fight against the two Indian fleets, so they cannot stay off the coast of Mumbai for a long time."
Zhuge Weidao nodded: "It's fundamental to get through Malacca... When will the army start attacking?"
"It may take a few more days," Ma Xuchen said. "Now Japan's Sendai Division, Aizu Division, and their northern independent brigade are all in place. The Army wants them to serve as the vanguard and send troops to Penang respectively. , Kota Baharu, and will also land on the west coast of the Malay Peninsula. Now we just wait for Emperor Shizuko of Japan to arrive in Beijing, and then join the emperor in his personal expedition."
Zhuge Weidao was stunned, "Emperor Jingzi is coming to Beijing? When will there be news?"
"Just received it," Ma Xuchen said and handed Zhuge Weidao a telegram. "The Admiral of the Nanyang Fleet hopes that we can operate in the Western Indian Ocean for at least two months to cooperate with the army's occupation of the Malay Peninsula... ..If possible, it would be best to merge with the Persian Gulf Fleet to form the Western Fleet."
"Okay!" Zhuge Weidao said with a smile, "It's a good idea to form a Western fleet... Let's leave tonight, leave the sea off Bombay, and take a detour north to the Persian Gulf!"
