The 0917 plane did not return to the ship. The reconnaissance plane above the Ryusei discovered that the A5M fighter jet headed east and disappeared 3 nautical miles away from the coastline.
The commander of the Second Air Force immediately dispatched a reconnaissance plane and speedboat to investigate, and later discovered the wreckage of the plane and the drowned Kenji Inoue.
As for whether he committed suicide out of fear of crime, or whether his fighter plane malfunctioned and crashed into the sea, perhaps only the dead know.
No one knows that the dead Kenji Inoue is the real Kenji Inoue, and that the Kenji Inoue who killed the British airship is the fake Kenji Inoue.
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The blue sky and the white sun flag are flying in the sky.
I hung up for a whole afternoon without being attacked by the Japanese army. The illiterate soldier may not know why. Xie Jinyuan and others know very well that the Japanese army can no longer take care of them. It is too big for the A5M fighter plane to kill a boatload of Western military observers. Well, you must know that there are not only British people there, but also French, American and other people.
This is a very, very serious diplomatic incident. If the Japanese army dares to attack the Sihang Warehouse during such a sensitive period, the British army may really declare war on the Japanese army.
Chamberlain was a soft persimmon and had always pursued a policy of appeasement towards Japan. That was because Germany, Japan and Italy had not directly harmed British interests. Now that the Japanese have killed all the airship military observers, can the British give up? One can imagine what kind of pressure Chamberlain will face.
Xie Jinyuan slapped his thighs all afternoon, not irritated, but happy. You must know that the Brussels Conference will be held in two days. The Japanese army has created a big trap at this juncture. It can be said that it is a big trap for the Chinese delegation seeking support from the international community. God assists.
At night, there was a clear knocking sound at the entrance of the Sihang Warehouse waterway. Yang Deyu quickly asked Li Xiang to raise the gate.
After a few breaths, Lin Yue swam into the lobby on the first floor carrying a sack.
He threw the sack into Li Xiang's arms and walked straight to the stairs: "Tell the people in the cooking class to make me a bowl of noodles with ham and eggs... I've been swimming all afternoon and I'm starving to death."
He cooked a bowl of noodles and added ham and eggs. What kind of place was he called the Sihang Warehouse? Even if the citizens in the concession donated a lot of things, it wouldn't be enough for him to build like this.
When Li Xiang opened the sack with curiosity and saw what was inside, he stopped talking.
There were eggs, fish, lobster, pork chops, whole chicken, ham, milk, coffee beans, two full cigarettes and three bottles of whiskey...
Did he rob a Japanese kitchen?
After getting so many things, I just wanted to eat a bowl of noodles. It is a model of thrift.
Yang Deyu saw Li Xiang's expression and went over to confirm the contents of the sack. His cheeks trembled a few times. As an officer, he knew more than Li Xiang, Duan Wu, and Qi Jiaming. The rations in the sack were not for Japanese army soldiers. What you can enjoy are ingredients that are only available on warships, and they are large-scale warships.
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Half an hour later, it was on the fifth floor of Sihang Warehouse.
There is an empty lunch box on the desk. Next to the empty lunch box is a half pack of cigarettes with a matchbox stacked on top. In the northeast corner, the light is dim, and a black record is slowly turning under the head of the gramophone, and the sweet notes are jumping around the room.
The windows are full of green when spring arrives.
The eldest girl is embroidering mandarin ducks under her window.
Suddenly there was a burst of ruthlessness.
The two sides were beaten.
When summer comes, willow silk grows.
The eldest girl wandered to the Yangtze River.
Jiangnan and Jiangbei have beautiful scenery.
How can the green gauze rise from the sorghum?
The fragrance of lotus comes in autumn.
The eldest girl dreams about her hometown every night.
When I woke up, I didn’t see my parents.
I saw only the bright moonlight in front of the window.
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Yang Deyu opened the door, glanced at the record rotating at a steady speed under the dim light, and walked behind Lin Yue, who was looking south to the other side.
"When you came back in the afternoon, did you notice any unusual movements on the Japanese and British ships in the Suzhou River?"
"Well, the atmosphere of confrontation is very strong, as if there is going to be a war."
Yang Deyu asked again: "You really don't know that Japanese fighter planes attacked a British airship this afternoon?"
Lin Yue said: "I don't know."
Yang Deyu tilted his head and looked at his profile for a while: "Don't be nervous, I'm just asking casually."
Lin Yue picked up the cup placed on the window sill and brought it to his lips and took a sip without saying anything.
Although it is incomprehensible, although it is unusual, and although there is no evidence, Yang Deyu somehow always has the idea that what happened in the afternoon is inseparable from the guy in front of him.
After drinking the wine in the glass, Lin Yue patted Yang Deyu on the shoulder, turned around and walked outside.
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On the third floor, there is a corner where the silk cocoon is placed.
Yangguai is still chatting about women with Lao Tie. You two take a cigarette, and he takes a cigarette. The look of sharing a cigarette looks very vulgar. Li Xiang is polishing the 1994 military knife. It is said that the Japanese army used it to hack him to death during the attack today. He killed a Japanese soldier. He probably wasn't happy with the blood on the blade. It sounded like he had a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
The woolen coat that Daozi gave to the Dragon Boat Festival went to Lao Hulu, and the cotton-padded clothes and quilts donated by the opposite party were distributed to the deserter class and only a few blankets were given to cover them when sleeping, but they were of no use during activities. You can't wrap yourself into a rice dumpling.
Lin Yue walked to the middle of the crowd and looked around.
"Where's Fang Xingwen?"
Lao Abacus, who was squatting on the ground, raised his hand: "He's on the third floor of the Continental Bank warehouse, where is Lao Tan, who's doing the flying."
Lin Yue glanced at the sheep crutch. It was so pitiful that the guy in the movie was stealing the spotlight.
"Do you have the guts to come with me to the Continental Bank warehouse?" Lin Yue asked Li Xiang.
Without saying a word, the guy put his saber into its sheath and jumped down from the wooden box.
"Bring a gun."
The deserters didn't react at all when he said the first sentence. When he said the last sentence, they put down what they were doing and looked up at him.
Taking a gun to a Continental Bank warehouse?
What is he going to do? The tone sounds bad.
Li Xiang didn't hesitate. He took out the flower trap placed at the back of the box, removed the magazine, took a look, clicked it, and opened the safety.
Over there, Yang Shusheng was also carrying a flower trap. Although he didn't speak, his attitude was obvious.
At this moment, an unexpected situation occurred.
Yangguai picked up the Chinese formal rifle placed next to him and said, "Goose will follow you."
Duanwu, who was sitting on the floor, turned over and said, "I'll go too."
The old gourd pulled a few times from behind and was thrown aside by him.
Further back, Luoyang shoveled the fuel tank of the flamethrower on his back, looking as if he was going to burn them out of their ability to take care of themselves. Even the Sichuan soldier who was afraid of death stood up with Lao Abacus behind him.
Lin Yue said: "Do you know what I want to do?"
Yangguai said: "No matter what you want to do, you are the only one here who treats the geese as human beings."
It seems that the meal of pork and cabbage vermicelli stew was not in vain.
"Then let's go."
Lin Yue didn't say anything and led a group of people to the stairs. Qi Jiaming and Zhu Shengzhong happened to come down from the top and saw that the group of people looked unkind and seemed to be going to the Continental Bank warehouse to cause trouble.
Just as Zhu Shengzhong was about to speak, Qi Jiaming grabbed him from behind and said, "Do you really think he doesn't dare to kill you? When I came down from the fifth floor just now, I heard his conversation with the platoon leader. Maybe he was killed by a Japanese fighter jet this afternoon. The matter of Western military observers has something to do with him."
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Xiao Hubei stood in the corridor outside the conference room and looked at the other side with a telescope. Compared with the previous two days, there were much fewer people on the street because the fighting in the morning frightened the residents of the concession. The Japanese and even military observers from Western countries dared to Kill, if there is an air raid or something, wouldn't you be looking for death if you go out on the streets at this time?
Qiyue, who had just finished feeding the white horse, squatted next to the two guards and watched them with all his attention as they played with tigers and children on the ground using bullet casings. Seeing the excitement, he couldn't help but give instructions and then got scolded.
As a burst of chaotic footsteps came from the stairwell, Xiao Hubei put down his binoculars and turned around to look. He saw Lin Yue, Li Xiang, Yang Shusheng in front, Yang Guai and others behind. They came with a sense of solemnity. Soldiers on the first floor He stared at them blankly, not knowing what those guys in the deserter class were going to do.
When Qi Qi raised his head, he noticed that Fang Xingwen was being held hostage among the deserters, with an innocent look on his face and a blank look in his eyes.
"What are you doing?"
The two guards who were playing chess stood up to block Lin Yue's steps.
"It's none of your business."
Li Xiang pushed the two of them, and Yang Shusheng kicked open the conference room door.
At this time, the people below were anxious, and someone went to get the gun behind him. Lin Yue took the flower machine from Yang Shusheng's hand and swept half of it down.
The bullets scattered under the feet of the person who wanted to take the gun, sparks flew, powder flew, and the people next to him were stunned.
"If you dare to touch Xie Jinyuan, you will be dead."
After speaking, he threw the gun to Yang Shusheng and pulled Fang Xingwen into the room.
Little Hubei was confused. He couldn't figure out what he was going to do. He looked at Dragon Boat Festival eagerly: "Brother, Brother Lin, what are you going to do?"
Duanwu shook his head. He didn't know what Lin Yue was going to do. He didn't say a word on the way here. Everyone just chose to support him unconditionally out of trust in him.
