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    "Buzz buzz"

    A low and powerful roar resounded in the night sky. A huge B-24 Liberator heavy bomber flew above the clouds at a speed of 280 kilometers per hour. The roar of these bombers completely broke the tranquility of the night sky.  .

    Huang Zikang sat up from his seat, stretched lazily, and looked around at the still dark night sky and the bombers with their night lights flashing. He stretched out his left hand, and the fluorescent radar watch on his wrist showed the current time.  The time was five twenty-nine in the morning.

    Huang Zikang reached out and turned on the light above his head. Suddenly, a soft red light shone down from above his head. Huang Zikang took out a map and a ruler, and after writing on the map for a while, he raised his head and asked the radio operator beside him:  "Leizi, have you received the signal from Radio Tokyo?"

    The second lieutenant who was wearing headphones shook his head: "Not yet, captain, I'm still searching for other frequencies to see if I can find signals from other radio stations."

    As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of Japanese came out from the speaker next to him, "ここは Tokyo Broadcasting Bureau, today's はみんなの朝のニュースを伝える (This is Tokyo Radio, now broadcasting the morning news for everyone)  "

    "Captain, I found it, I found the little devil's radio station!" Leizi shouted in surprise.

    Huang Zikang also showed a hint of joy on his face, and he immediately said: "Okay, lock their position immediately, and then measure our current position to see if there is any deviation from the course!"

    "yes!"

    Lei Zi quickly fiddled with the radio in his hand. After a while, he looked up and said: "Captain, our current position is XXX longitude and XXX latitude. We are only off course by two degrees!"

    Huang Zikang nodded with satisfaction: "Very good. Quickly correct the course and head towards Tokyo!"

    Before the 1940s, aircraft navigation relied entirely on a law, that is, the speed determines the mileage, and the mileage determines the coordinates.  Coordinates determine the area, and the area comes from the map. Positioning is completely dependent on manual work, so errors are very common, and the amount of error depends on the experience and technology of the navigator.  Especially sailing on the sea is full of dangers. This is the saying that a slight mistake can make a thousand miles difference.

    But humans are smart animals after all.  Soon someone came up with a way to locate through broadcasting, and use a fixed transmitting station to measure the distance between themselves and the transmitting station to determine their precise position. Therefore, the radio operators would continue to  Searching for terrestrial broadcast frequencies.

    As the captain of the only heavy bomber brigade in the army, Huang Zikang naturally has the most experience.  Therefore, the tasks of navigator and lead aircraft naturally fell on him.

    After another half an hour, the white clouds on the horizon slowly began to show fish belly patterns, the sky began to get brighter, and the entire formation began to appear in people's sight.  This is a huge formation. In the middle are sixty huge B-24 Liberator bombers. They form a diamond formation and fly towards the northeast. Surrounding the Liberator bombers are thirty P-24 Liberator bombers.  51 Mustang fighter plane.

    Compared with the surrounding Liberator bombers, the petite Mustang fighter looks like a doll next to a strong man.  It looks very funny.  The one responsible for this escort mission is the "Nipple" Squadron of the Second Air Division. Although the nickname of this squadron sounds funny, those who know them know very well that this squadron has a very strong combat effectiveness.

    Zhang Yang looked around lazily. A fighter plane was less than fifty meters away from him. The two small red flowers on the fuselage were particularly eye-catching in the nascent sun. Zhang Yang knew that they were his.  Wingman position.  He wanted to talk to the hunchback through the radio, but he could only give up the idea when he remembered the radio silence command.

    Since the P-51D fighter adopts a fully sealed pressurized cabin structure, the deafening engine sounds of the heavy bombers outside cannot be transmitted into the cockpit. Only the steady and low sound of the Merlin V-1650 engine in front of it cannot be heard.  into his ears.

    Release the joystick.  Slowly stretching, I felt a sense of soreness.  Flying for six or seven hours in a row is a big challenge for any fighter pilot. After all, fighter jets don’t have people who can fly for them like bombers. Especially when flying in a dense formation, you have to be careful.  .  Otherwise, if one is not careful, it will collide with the surrounding fighters and turn into a dazzling fireball in the sky.

    He twisted his neck and was about to relax his sore and numb neck. Suddenly, Zhang Yang's eyes became glazed over, and then a burst of ecstasy poured into his heart.

    "Coast, we see the coastline!" Zhang Yang shouted in the cockpit.

     At the same time, a steady voice came from the headset, "Attention all units, attention to all units! I am Colonel Huang Zikang, the commander of this operation, and now I announce the lifting of radio silence. Now we have arrived at the coast of Japan  , ahead is Japan's Yokosuka Military Port, only more than fifty kilometers away from the destination Tokyo, now all units begin to descend, and the escort aircraft begin to drop auxiliary fuel tanks."

    "clear!"

    Hearing the command coming from his ears, all the fatigue of all the pilots including Zhang Yang was swept away.  Zhang Yang stretched out his hand and pressed a green button on his right side. The two huge auxiliary fuel tanks under the belly of the aircraft suddenly detached from the belly of the aircraft and fell towards the ground.

    The P-51D fighter is a very mature model in the Mustang series. Its maximum combat radius is 2,092 kilometers, and the distance from Fuzhou to the east longitude is about 1,900 kilometers. Logically speaking, it should be enough, but for the sake of safety, the airport  The ground crew canceled the two 227-kilogram bombs originally hanging under the belly of the aircraft and replaced them with a 500-kilogram auxiliary fuel tank. For a while, the fighter planes behind saw huge fuel tanks in the sky one after another.  Falling, the scene is truly spectacular

    The huge fleet of planes flying over Yokosuka Port in such a swagger naturally caused a lot of noise. The roar of the huge engines alarmed almost everyone in Yokosuka Port.

    Inside the Soryu aircraft carrier in Yokosuka Port, a sleepy middle-aged man opened his eyes angrily and cursed: "Which army started training so early? Don't they know that disturbing people's sleep is very disrespectful?"  A polite thing to do?”

    After saying that, the middle-aged man put the quilt over his head and wanted to continue sleeping, but he never thought that the roar in the sky not only did not go away, but became louder and louder, and finally made his ears buzz.  ring.

    "Baga Yalu, I want to see which bomber unit is training this. I must just go to his commander to complain about them!"

    The middle-aged man couldn’t help but sit up any longer, quickly picked up his military uniform from the bed and put it on.  Three minutes later, fully dressed, he picked up his command knife and telescope and ran out of the cabin angrily to the deck of the aircraft carrier.  At this time, the deck was already crowded with sailors who had been woken up. They were pointing at the black spots in the sky and talking non-stop.

    "Hello, Commander Yuhuan!"

    "Good morning, Commander Yuhuan!"

    When this middle-aged man came to the deck, the soldiers around him quickly saluted and said hello after seeing him. It turned out that this middle-aged man was the commander of the First Squadron of the Japanese Navy's Combined Fleet, U Hwan Matou.

    Yu Huanquan ignored these people. He had a bad temper because his sleep was disturbed. He walked away from the crowd and walked to a place with relatively few people. He raised his telescope and started to look up. At this time, the fleet of aircraft in the sky had already flown past them.  The top of his head was about to disappear into the sky.

    The telescope in Yu Huantuan's hand was not Japanese, but a German-made Zeiss high-power telescope that he spent a lot of money to buy with his own money. The clarity was very good, so he could clearly see the sky flying at the farthest end.  The mark on the belly of the aircraft, a clear blue sky, white sun, and red flag on the ground instantly caught his eyes, and his face turned livid in an instant.

    "Baga Yalu, that's not an imperial plane!"

    Yu Huantang suddenly screamed like a timid young woman walking alone in a remote alley in the dark and suddenly encountered a masked gangster.

    "QuickQuickSound the battle alarm quickly! Sound the battle alarm!"

    Yu Huan's sudden scream made everyone around him at a loss. An officer asked doubtfully: "Commander Yu Huan, what did you say?"

    "Nani? China fleet?" The surrounding soldiers were all stunned for a moment. More than a hundred years is a long time. Many Japanese soldiers never thought of the possibility of invasion on their homeland.

    Seeing that the people around him didn't react for a moment, Yu Huanquan roared angrily, stretched out his hand and slapped the officer in front of him: "Baga Yalu, you idiot, I meant to sound the battle alarm immediately, didn't you understand?  Really? The planes that flew over just now were not imperial planes, they were Chinese planes!"

    Everyone around was stunned for a few seconds, and then everyone started to boil at almost the same time. The seven or eight hundred people on the deck almost boiled like boiling water, and soon there were shrill sirens at the port.  Ringing

    Tokyo Base Camp Operations Command, Japan

    "Moxi Moxi, this is the base camp combat headquarters. I am Saburo Nakai. What can I do for you? Nani Chinese fighter planes are flying towards Tokyo? Are you kidding? You must know that lying about military information requires a lot of effort.  Court-martial!"

    This is Saburo NakaiThe first reaction was that this must be a prank call from some bastard. When he was about to continue talking, a piercing siren sounded nearby

    PS: Thank you cjj71, turtle0920 and other people for the rewards!
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