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Volume 1 On the Songhua River Chapter 1297 Hasegawa Qing died

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¡ª¡ª    go¡ª¡ª> "Commander, I have good news for you. The bomber formations have all completed their missions and have now returned. Four divisions and 10,000 little devils. Not a single one is left. Liu Zhixiang and the others sent them into the sea to feed the sharks.  Oh, in Liu Zhixiang's words, it turned into fish food. In addition, the Third Fleet was beaten to death, but according to your order, not a single Japanese warship was sunk! "Le Yiqin's!  The loud voice shook Tang Qiuli's ears away.

    Tang Qiuli shook his head and smiled bitterly. Le Yiqin, how old was he? After a while, he became more happy again. There was really nothing he could do about it, "Okay, Yiqin, your Southern Flying Group did a great job. After the battle, I want to  I will go to Myitkyina in person to celebrate your success. Now, can you feel confident and bold in dealing with uninvited guests?"

    Le Yiqin smiled sheepishly and shouted in surprise: "It's true, Commander! I will inform all the pilots of this news. They may be so happy!"

    Liu Zhixiang's bomber group began to climb high, formed in the air, and prepared to return. It happened that at this time, Hasegawa Kiyoshi suddenly woke up from his schizophrenia state, and at a glance he saw the sea full of corpses.  Seeing the smoke-filled warship, his forehead was filled with blood. He ignored the persuasion and obstruction of several staff officers and rushed out of the cabin with rapid movements.

    The scene in front of him almost made Hasegawa Kiyoshi faint again. His flagship "Asahi" seemed to have been robbed by a typhoon. There were craters everywhere on the deck, thick smoke was everywhere, and the bodies of sailors were everywhere.  Lying in a pool of blood, the injured sailors screamed earth-shatteringly, and no one paid attention to them. They dragged out bright red blood stains on the deck, which was shocking to watch.

    The front and rear main turrets had disappeared without a trace, turning into several ugly black holes. The 240-caliber cannon he was proud of was bent like a twist and fell on the deck.  Under the barrel, there are still several corpses of sailors. Needless to say, these unlucky guys.  He was crushed to death by the collapsing cannon.

    The dozen or so secondary guns on the left and right sides of the ship were so bombed that their true colors could not be seen. The several-thousand-ton "Asahi" cruiser had no weapons that could be used for attack or self-defense except for a few rifles.  , not only the "Asahi" suffered this fate, but all warships of the Third Fleet, large and small.  The situation is almost the same, a little better, there are still a few machine guns left.

    Hasegawa Kiyoshi¡¯s eyes were straight and he stared at all this blankly. During the nearly three hours of air combat, he had been in a hazy coma. When he woke up, he saw such a miserable scene.  How could Kiyoshi Hasegawa, who always had his nostrils turned upward and was conceited and arrogant, stand it?

    He howled miserably, "Baga! Damn China pigs, I'm going to kill you all!" He said.  He pulled out his pistol and opened fire at the Japanese bombers that were climbing high in the sky. Several staff officers were shocked. The Chinese bombers had not yet flown away. The commander jumped so blatantly.  He yelled, aren¡¯t you looking for death?

    The staff officers were busy pulling and pulling the commander into the cabin. Hasegawa Kiyoshi, who looked like a mad tiger, didn't know what kind of evil was coming from him.  Several young and strong staff officers failed to catch him. They drained the bullets in their guns and threw them far away. Then they pulled out the pistols from the staff waist and continued their madman-like venting.

    All Japanese sailors and officers on board Third Fleet warships.  You have to hide it as tightly as you can, for fear of being targeted by a bomber. If a bomb is dropped, your bones and dregs will not be found, but you still dare to show your face on the deck. I really don¡¯t know how the word "death" is written?  This person, Kiyoshi Hasegawa, was particularly eye-catching as he danced on the deck.

    Lieutenant Colonel Xie Guangfu, captain of the third brigade of the Second Bomber Regiment of the Southern Flying Group of the ** Division, is an experienced veteran pilot. When the ** Division Air Force was established, he was one of the first bomber pilots to bomb the Japanese North China Expeditionary Force.  He participated in the Air Force's Peking and Tianjin field airports, and the Japanese Kwantung Army Air Force's Jinzhou and Shenyang airports.

    After several years of bloody career, after experiencing life and death again and again, I have two first-class "warrior" medals on my chest. I grew up from an ordinary pilot to a lieutenant colonel and captain. With rich experience, in the Southern Flying Group  , are all famous. Today, his crew's performance is average. It's nothing else. There are too many masters in the bomber unit.

    Because they were chasing a Japanese destroyer, Xie Guangfu's crew flew farther. The destroyer was as slippery as a loach. It went in circles for a while before sending several aerial bombs to the warship. They looked at the turrets and turrets on the warship.  The little Japanese gunner flew into the air together, and Xie Guangfu felt a little better.

    After receiving the order from the commander, Colonel Liu Zhixiang, to withdraw from the battle and start returning home, Xie Guangfu looked around. There were only a dozen or so bombers in formation, and his own fighter plane was one of them.  , "Little devil, you are getting an advantage today, if it weren't for the fate from above?, you have long since become a pile of scrap metal on the bottom of the sea.  "

    "317, why don't you return to the team quickly?" The captain's voice was already a little impatient. When Xie Guangfu flew over the "Asahi", he accidentally looked down and found a little Japanese.  , he didn¡¯t know what he was doing on the deck, and he couldn¡¯t see clearly what the big guy was from the distance.

    It's not Xie Guangfu's character not to take advantage of him. Besides, it's just a matter of convenience. "Bombardier, do we still have bombs?" He asked the back cabin, "Report to the captain, there are no more powerful bombs, only two  A small bomb," replied the bombardier in the aft compartment.

    Xie Guangfu grinned happily and said in his heart: "Don't say two, just one is enough to send these little devils who don't know whether they are dead or alive. The other little devils are like cats, but these few rubbish are here."  "Wuwuzaza, isn't this looking for death?" "Bombardier, follow my orders and prepare to drop bombs. There are a few strays, please clean them up," he ordered.

    Xie Guangfu stepped on the rudder, and the bomber made a sharp turn in the air, turned around and rushed towards the "Asahi". The sound of the roaring engine reached the sky above the "Asahi" deck in an instant. Several Japanese staff officers looked up and saw a German  The bomber, like a huge iron bird, rushed over with a shadow.

    "Oh my god, it's come to light. That crow's beak is so effective, is it eating shit?" Seeing the commander still jumping up and down and shouting wildly, not caring about taking care of the commander,  After hurriedly running away, Xie Guangfu sneered, "I want to run away, but it's too late. Drop the bomb!" He gave the order succinctly.

    Two small aerial bombs fell to the deck in an instant at an extremely low altitude and in free fall. There were two muffled sounds and two streaks of fire mixed with thick smoke. Xie Guangfu pulled up the bomber and took a sideways look at the bombing effect.  , there were eight broken corpses lying on the deck. He was very surprised, "No, there were still nine little Japs just now. Why is there one missing? Forget it, just run away. Besides, there is nothing to do without bombs. Then  The kid's legs were so fast that he didn't even notice where he was going. "

    The bomber was climbing, "Xie Guangfu, what are you waiting for? Return to the team immediately, the whole team is waiting for you, hurry up!" On the intercom, the leader's voice was annoyed, so he simply called out his name. Xie Guangfu grinned and said,  Not daring to argue, he joined the formation with his plane. The huge group of bombers flew due west with the residual power of victory.

    The roar of the ** bomber group finally disappeared from the sky, and the disaster of the Third Fleet was finally over. Rear Admiral Sato's dead fish-like eyes rolled a few times, draining away the last trace of energy, and he slumped in a chair weakly.  on board, ordered the adjutant, "Urge all ships to report casualties and damage immediately, and the fleet will anchor on the spot for repairs."

    The adjutant agreed and went out. Sato sat blankly on the chair, his mind as confused as a pot of porridge. On the cruiser "Asahi", the Japanese naval officers and sailors who had been hiding and lucky enough to survive came out in shock.  We began to clean up the terrible mess. Strictly speaking, the "Asahi" could no longer be called a warship. It was almost like a shabby market, with corpses, bullets, and broken steel plates everywhere.

    Several Japanese sailors, led by a major, arrived on the deck. They first saw eight broken corpses with the rank of lieutenant colonel and major. The major's heart sank. An outstanding officer of the Imperial Navy was killed in the last bombing.  , damn the Chinese, he sullenly ordered the sailors to collect the bodies.

    Not far ahead, there are two holes made by the bomb. The rolled-up steel plates are as ferocious as jagged wolf teeth. Next to the holes, there is a corpse with a head connected to a small part of the shoulder. It is almost a pile of minced meat.  The face was blurred and unrecognizable. With sharp eyes, the major saw the two gold stars on Banla's shoulders at a glance.

    He was shocked and ran over in disbelief. The only person in the Third Fleet with the rank of lieutenant general was Commander Kiyoshi Hasegawa. Could it be?  Cold sweat broke out instantly. He took a closer look. Yes, they were two gold stars. He took out an ID card from the pocket of his coat stained red with blood. Although the handwriting was blurry, the four characters Kiyoshi Hasegawa were still legible.  come out.

    The Japanese sailors and officers, who were busy with their heads drooping, suddenly heard a horrified howl, "Oh no, Commander Kiyoshi Hasegawa is broken!" This was an unusual voice that made people hear it.  The Japanese soldiers were trembling with fright. After they came to their senses, they hurriedly gathered around and the sailors with fast legs ran to find the captain.

    The captain of the flagship "Asahi" was a colonel. When he got to the major colonel who was still shouting crazily, he raised his hand like a loudmouth and cursed, "Baga! Don't talk nonsense, how could your commander be broken into pieces!"  Can you believe that even ordinary sailors are in trouble, but a commander protected by a few people can still have problems?

    Take a look at the document in Shao Zuo's hand, the captain¡¯s eyesAt that time, his eyes were as wide as a lightbulb, and he exclaimed: "Honey? Your Excellency, Commander, is really broken into pieces? This small piece of corpse is the majestic Commander, Commander Kiyoshi Hasegawa, it's impossible!" ¡ª¡ªover  ¡ª¡ª>
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