The next morning.
The gunpowder smoke in the distance has not yet cleared, and the sky seems to be covered with a layer of ash.
Trams were plying on the south bank of the Suzhou River, and people buying steamed buns gathered in front of the breakfast shop. They looked impatiently at the steaming steamer, and occasionally shouted at the people behind them to stop crowding.
In front of the checkpoint of the Garbage Bridge, piles of cotton-padded clothes, bedding, food, and condiments were placed in an orderly manner, just waiting for the armored vehicles parked at the south gate of the Continental Bank warehouse to come and load them---because of its existence, the Japanese army launched an attack on Suzhou The fire blockade on the river became a joke.
Du Yuesheng got off the car and said a few words to the Qinggang disciples who were looking after the things. He was a little surprised why the people from the 524th Regiment didn't come over to take the things away. When he looked up at the Sihang Warehouse, he saw people on the rooftop, soldiers. It seems like they are lining up.
"Reporting to the regiment, excluding security personnel, defense personnel, observers, and casualties, there are actually 382 people in the entire battalion."
"Take a break."
"Please give me a lecture."
Xie Jinyuan faced the turbid morning light and said: "Brothers of the Eighth Line (Ten) Eighth Division."
He pointed at the airship in the sky.
"There are Western countries over there..."
At this point, he stopped, because he realized that he was just like Lin Yue scolded him, a despicable guy. Everything he did was to show the people in the airship and the concession, at the expense of the lives of his brothers. To please them, to incite them.
He kept calling the soldiers of the 524th Regiment brothers, but he never treated them like his own family. Just like Lin Yue said last night, he was not worthy of calling them brothers.
His lips moved several times, and the words rushed to his lips and he swallowed them again. He repeated this three times, and finally just sighed softly and said "Raise the flag."
The soldiers in the front row looked at each other. Shangguan Zhibiao thought he had heard wrongly and looked at Xie Jinyuan with confusion. Logically speaking, he should make a generous speech and say something to boost morale, but today...
Yang Guai glanced at Zhu Shengzhong, who had a bandage on his right hand, and suddenly understood, just like the story Lin Yue told last night about the deputy company commander surnamed Meng, if Xie Jinyuan makes another impassioned speech, what does it have to do with the deputy company commander? What's the difference? While others went up to reimburse him, he hid behind and survived, and gained a halo and reputation.
Thinking of this... Yangguai looked around, but did not find Lin Yue's figure. It seemed that he had not come back since he went out last night.
"Raise the flag, I say raise the flag!"
Xie Jinyuan repeated Shangguan Zhibiao twice before he came to his senses and quickly ordered the people behind him to raise the flag.
The bugle sounded melodiously, and the flag slowly rose into the sky, rustling in the wind.
The people below looked up at the sky with different expressions.
Fang Xingwen held the camera to record the scene in front of him. As for what happened last night, the corresponding film was destroyed by Lin Yue.
Unlike the solemnity and silence on the rooftop of Sihang Warehouse, the citizens in the concession were excited. Whether it was a woman buying steamed buns, a man riding a tram, a child getting ready to go to school, Professor Zhang in his pajamas, Liu Rong who had just fed the peacock, or Du Yuesheng waiting by the garbage bridge, they all looked up at the flag and looked at it Rising higher and higher.
"Long live Commander Xie, long live the Chinese nation, the Chinese nation will surely win."
On the south bank of the Suzhou River, people in the concession stood in a long row in front of the handrail. They waved their hats, scarves or newspapers and shouted loudly at the Sihang Warehouse.
Xie Jinyuan turned around and moved his hand to his forehead, preparing to salute. However, this action was so difficult because Lin Yue had said it right again. Others called him long live. People in the south bank knew him, but who knew the person behind him?
What did he do during these two days of fighting? Are there more signs than Shangguan? More than Yang Deyu? It's much worse than the guy who single-handedly hunted down Japanese devils everywhere.
…
At the same time, the Japanese aircraft carrier Ryuchang was closest to the Sihang Warehouse.
After receiving a report from Captain Konoe Isao of the 68th Regiment, the Shanghai Expeditionary Army Headquarters issued a joint combat order, requiring the Second Air Force to dispatch A5M fighter jets to carry out air strikes. They must knock down the blue sky and white sun flag that is stuck in the throat, but in order to To avoid accidental damage to the concession, the fighter aircraft cannot be loaded with bombs, and the only weapons available are two 7.7mm machine guns in the front of the fuselage.
The runway on the deck has been cleared. After checking that everything is correct, the ground crew notifies the command center that everything is ready and the pilot can board the plane.
Five minutes later, a pilot wearing a leather jacket, leather trousers, goggles, and a bandana covering his face with the word "Must Win" written on it walked out of the hangar and walked toward No. 0917. When passing by the 0915 aircraft next to it, the pilot in the cockpit turned to the side and stuck his head out: "Kenji-kun, it took me five minutes to go to the toilet. If you feel uncomfortable, you can give up this mission. I will go alone." We can kill those nasty Chinese people."
"I'm fine."
Familiar voice, cold attitude.
The pilot of plane 0915 hit a nail that was neither soft nor hard: "Hey, hey, you won't have friends if you talk like that."
friend?
Lin Yue pouted, who is your friend?
He boarded the No. 0917 fighter in front with a cold face and sat in the cockpit.
Soon, the ground crew waved from below, signaling them to make final preparations before the attack.
Lin Yue rubbed his hands and felt the sweat from his palms clinging to his gloves, which was very uncomfortable. Although he had briefly learned the driving skills of an airplane in the world of "If You Are the One", those instructions were obtained from the pilot of a private jet. I have received systematic training, and now I am flying an antique A5M, which is not even close to modern aircraft.
If I had known that one day, I would have spent more time learning how to fly old planes in the world of "My Commander, My Regiment" instead of driving tanks and playing with various guns.
Of course, I am just complaining now. After all, a person's energy is limited. At that time, there was no [left and right hemisphere] skill, so greedy for more will only result in biting off more than you can chew.
Under the current situation, it was his first time to fly an old plane, but he had a ready-made teacher.
Lin Yue's mind changed slightly, and the right window of the all-seeing eye in the form of goggles began to play the operating steps of the 0915 pilot.
Adjust the oil-air mixture ratio.
Shake the rocker on the right side to open the nose fairing ventilator.
Check the fuel tank gauge and ignition switch.
Push the manual fuel pump repeatedly to pressurize the fuel.
After completing the above steps, Lin Yue made a no problem gesture to the ground staff.
After the ground crew shook the inertia starter, he followed suit and turned the ignition switch counterclockwise to "two", released the parking brake and stepped on the brake.
At this time, the nose propeller rotated rapidly after the inertial starter was connected, the engine squeaked, and slight vibrations were transmitted from the seat to the body.
After the ground crew left, they checked the lubricating oil pressure gauge and engine speed gauge again, then stepped on the rudder surface to see if the vertical tail could work normally, followed by the horizontal tail and aileron controlled by the joystick, and finally adjusted the flaps. angle to the take-off standard, confirm the maximum and minimum engine speeds and the status of the communication system.
He made a ready gesture again to notify the ground crew to evacuate the block. The fighter jet began to follow the 0915 aircraft and taxi forward into the waiting area.
After these steps, Lin Yue basically figured out the distribution of each functional module. The next thing to do is simple. After all, he still has some flying experience. Although he used to fly a modern aircraft, the principle is the same.
A moment later, two A5M fighter jets rushed out of the deck of the Longxiang and flew towards the location of the Sixing Warehouse.
…
Woo~
Before Xie Jinyuan finished his salute, a piercing siren sounded in the south, and a Japanese fighter plane passed over the concession. The roar of the aircraft engine scared the child in the middle-aged woman's arms to tears.
At the same time, Yang Ruifu reported the intelligence of the Japanese infantry attacking from the north. Xie Jinyuan asked Lei Xiong to lead people down for reinforcements. Everyone else returned to their posts. Only half a platoon was left on the rooftop to look after the flags and operate the anti-aircraft machine guns.
Looking down from the sky, there were not many people on the rooftop of Sihang Warehouse, only a lone flag fluttering in the wind.
"Kenji, what's wrong with you today? Are you still hungover from drinking too much last night?"
The loudspeaker in the cockpit of aircraft 0917 came from the sarcastic taunts of the pilot of aircraft 0915, because if I could use one word to describe Lin Yue's flying skills, it would be stiff or clumsy. He did not look like an experienced pilot at all, but more like a talented pilot. A rookie who has flown several missions---even though the condition of the rear aircraft has continued to improve since leaving the aircraft carrier.
"Look at those Chinese people, they were so scared that they crawled into the building. I can complete such a task by myself."
The pilot of aircraft 0915 slowly pressed down the control stick, swung the flaps of the fuselage, dived from high altitude, and pressed the fire button towards the flag on the rooftop of the Sihang Warehouse.
Woo~
Da da da da~
Two 7.7mm machine guns in front of the plane's nose burst out two rows of dust on the rooftop, causing a corner of the bamboo frame supporting the flagpole to break and the flag to tilt to one side.
Behind the anti-aircraft machine gun on the rooftop of the Continental Bank warehouse, the gunner had a ferocious look on his face. Unfortunately, after emptying a magazine, he did not damage the enemy fighter plane.
The aircraft at 0915 rushed to a high altitude, turned half a circle clockwise, and dived down again from the direction of the concession.
At the entrance of the corridor leading to the rooftop, Li Xiang held on to Dragon Boat Festival, and next to him was Fang Xingwen, who was lying on the ground, holding a camera in his hand to record the scene ahead.
"Kenji, you really should stay on the ship to recuperate. Those Chinese people are huddled in holes in the ground like rats. Just send out a fighter plane to scare their courage. Did you see the flag below? It's mine. That’s it.”
The proud speech of the pilot of plane 0915 came from the loudspeaker. This is not arrogance, this is confidence, because the national army in Shanghai is being defeated by the Imperial Japanese Army.
On the other side, Lin Yue pulled off the face towel covering his mouth and nose.
Ha~
