Bright Sword's Bloody War of Resistance

Chapter 740 The End of the Japanese General

"Call the flight team, call the flight team!"

"Flying team received, I am aircraft No. [-]!"

"The Japanese plane passed Neihuang 5 minutes ago!"

"Roger that!"

In the pilot's seat, Zheng Zhongwu, who was manipulating the plane, had a smile on his face after hearing the conversation, and finally caught up with Okamura Neji's private plane.

Since Ningji Okamura's special plane was a transport plane, the escort planes were four Type [-] reconnaissance planes.

In contrast, the performance of the Type [-] fighter jets and Type [-] reconnaissance aircraft of the Tainan Flying Team is superior. In addition, Ning Okamura mainly observes the situation on the ground, so the speed of the Japanese aircraft has weakened. The Tainan Flying Team caught up.

In the end, the planes of the enemy and ours met north of the Liangpu area.

"According to my order, four fighter planes outflanked the Japanese planes from both sides. They were responsible for slowing down the speed of the Japanese planes and tearing the openings. Three reconnaissance planes lowered their flying altitudes and hid themselves among the clouds. special plane!"

In the walkie-talkie, received voices came one after another, accompanied by the sound of heavy breathing.

Zheng Zhongwu was manipulating the No. [-] fighter jet, staring at the palm-sized Japanese aircraft in the distance with red eyes. As the opponent's silhouette became more and more conspicuous, he felt the hairs on his entire body stand on end.

At the same time, a Japanese reconnaissance plane suddenly found a fighter plane of unknown origin appearing from the side and rear, and the target seemed to be in its own direction.

This situation was not thought of by the Japanese pilots, but when they saw the red five-pointed star on the opponent's fuselage, they immediately understood.

Before, the pilots assembled by the Japanese army once regarded the flying team of the Eighth Route Army as their prey. Unexpectedly, less than half a month later, they themselves became the prey.

"Your Excellency, the Eighth Route Army plane appears not far behind!"

"Nani? How did the Eighth Route Army obtain the flight route?" Neji Okamura was shocked when he heard this. He really didn't expect that he would be intercepted by the Eighth Route Army plane if he changed his route temporarily.

In comparison, Okamura Ningji is the safest to travel by plane, but once he is intercepted by an enemy plane, the risk factor will double.

The service personnel on the transport plane handed Neiji Okamura an umbrella bag, and everyone tried to be fully armed.

"Your Excellency, the Eighth Route Army plane seems to be a fighter jet, flying much faster than a transport plane. In order to ensure your safety, I have decided to make an emergency stop at Xinxiang Airport. Please be prepared to parachute at any time!" said a little devil officer on the plane.

Seeing the four fighter jets of the Eighth Route Army constantly approaching, and the pilots of the four Japanese reconnaissance planes communicating with each other through sign language, they seemed to have made some kind of decision.

At the same time, four reconnaissance planes of the Japanese army turned their heads and flew towards the fighter jets of the Eighth Route Army.

The planes of the two sides were entangled in a blink of an eye. The Japanese pilots were well-trained, but when it was their turn to fight in the air, the performance of the reconnaissance planes was far inferior to that of fighter jets.

Seemingly seeing through the plan of the Japanese planes to perish together, the Eighth Route Army planes did not fight the enemy recklessly, but instead kept circling with the Japanese planes in the air.

"Baga, you cowardly Chinese!" The Japanese pilots yelled furiously, as if they wanted the Eighth Route Army pilots to hear them.

The two planes of the enemy and ours missed, Zheng Zhongwu forcibly flipped the fuselage, and before the little devil pilot could react, the aviation machine gun was aimed at the fuselage of the enemy plane.

"Da da da!" The aviation machine gun sprayed two tongues of flame, sweeping across the tail of the reconnaissance plane in front of him.

After being hit hard by this, the Japanese reconnaissance plane seemed unable to maintain the stability of the fuselage, and wobbled and lowered its altitude towards the ground.

Zheng Zhongwu did not continue to target the Japanese reconnaissance plane that was about to fall, but continued to participate in the chase in the air.

Originally, the strength of the enemy and the enemy were not equal. At this time, Zheng Zhongwu's No. 4 aircraft took the lead in opening the breakthrough, and the air power ratio became 3:[-].

On the other side, taking advantage of the entanglement between the escort's reconnaissance plane and the Eighth Route Army plane, Okamura Ningji's transport plane turned around and flew towards the southwest.

Just when the little devil pilot breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was about to be out of danger, three reconnaissance planes of unknown origin suddenly appeared in the clouds ahead, and the enemy and us collided head-on.

At first, the little devil pilot thought it was a support plane from Xinxiang Airport, but suddenly several flames shot out, smashing the little devil pilot's body along the window of the nose.

Immediately, more bullets were fired at the fuselage, and the entire transport plane was smashed into a sieve, with light shining everywhere.

Okamura Ningji and others in the plane only felt that they saw more light. Perhaps because of the protection of the Manmin Umbrella, Okamura Ningji was not hit by the bullet.

Even Neiji Okamura, who has always been calm about things, couldn't help being in a mess at this time, but most of the other people on the plane died on the spot, and it was too late for the rest of them to save their lives, so there was no need to care about him.

With the continuous bumping of the fuselage, after a few seconds, Okamura Ningji's special plane was engulfed in a ball of flames, and the huge explosion caught the attention of the little devil pilots who were fighting.

Taking advantage of the moment when the little devil pilot lost his mind, the Eighth Route Army fighter planes seized the opportunity and shot down the Japanese reconnaissance planes one after another.

The location of the air battle was probably in the area from the south of Qingfeng to the north of the Liangpu area. The battle started suddenly and ended more quickly. The observation troops on the ground had just reported the location.

Seeing that all the Japanese planes were shot down, the soldiers of several observation teams on the ground cheered loudly for their own planes in the sky.

"All planes return home!"

"Roger that!"

Zheng Zhongwu suppressed the overwhelming emotion in his heart and gave the order to return.

The Tainan Flying Team destroyed four Japanese reconnaissance planes and Neiji Okamura's special plane in the first battle. With such a record, all the pilots were naturally excited.

Seeing that their own plane disappeared from sight, several observation teams near the air battle immediately went to search for the place where the Japanese plane crashed.

Pu County, Hebei-Shandong-Henan Military Region Headquarters.

Zhou Weihan first received a telegram about the encounter between the flying team and the Japanese aircraft, and the follow-up order had not yet been issued, and then another telegram came.

"Commander, good news, our plane shot down four Japanese reconnaissance planes over the Houjia Bridge in the north of Puyang. The plane of Neiji Okamura, commander of the enemy's North China Dispatch Army, was hit by our side and exploded into a ball of fire on the spot. Our side No pilots were injured!"

"Is it accurate?" Zhou Weihan, who had been feeling uneasy all the time, got up when he heard the words.

"This is the result reported by Comrade Zheng Zhongwu of the flying team to the ground troops through a high-power walkie-talkie. There is absolutely no problem!" The staff officer of the headquarters replied.

"Okay, immediately notify the Yubei and Zhinan military divisions to send search troops. I want to see Okamura Neiji's body. Even if it is burned to ashes, I want to see Okamura Neiji's ashes!"

"In addition, all troops are on combat readiness. Once the Japanese army learns that Neiji Okamura is missing in the base area, they will definitely send troops to search for it. All troops must intercept the Japanese army!" Zhou Weihan said in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

As soon as the staff officer left, Tan Lin rushed over upon hearing the news: "Old Zhou, Neiji Okamura died?"

"Well, it should have been burnt to ashes. I can't be wrong. I have sent a search team and the results will be confirmed soon!" Zhou Weihan said.

"Then it's better to send a telegram to the superior first, the head of the headquarters should wait!"

After Tan Lin's reminder, Zhou Weihan slapped his forehead, and he was so happy that he sent someone to send a report to the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army immediately.

After the interception of Ning Okamura's telegram to go to Shanghai, in just a few days, from the head of the Eighth Route Army headquarters to the grassroots soldiers and militia members participating in the observation team, there were as many as 2 people. The three bases in Henan are full of observation points for the Eighth Route Army.

Shanghai, the headquarters of the Chinese Expeditionary Army.

In the office of Hata Shunroku, the supreme officer of the Japanese army stationed in China, the chief of staff, Harem Jun, rushed in.

"Your Excellency, the Imperial Army of Xinxiang, Handan, and Anyang have reported that Mr. Gangcun's special plane has lost contact with the Hebei, Shandong, and Henan regions!"

Hata Junliu was shocked when he heard the words: "Nani, you are saying it again, what happened to Mr. Gangcun?"

"General, we just lost contact at the moment, but there is no definite news yet. According to reports, Mr. Gangcun's special plane was supposed to stop at Xinxiang Airport for a little resupply, but for some reason, the special plane suddenly changed its flight route!"

"Baga! Road!" Hata Jun Liuyi patted the table, then picked up the phone on the table: "Get me to Hongkou Airport!"

"I am Hata Shun-roku, and I order that all the planes at the airport take off and go to Xinxiang Airport to stand by!"

Hata Junroku put down the phone and glanced at the time on his watch: "If there is still no news from Mr. Gangmura within five hours, I'm afraid it's really bad luck!"

"I killed him, he should have gone back to China directly!"

"Your Excellency, don't worry, I have ordered that Mr. Gangcun's special plane may pass by all the imperial army units in the area to pay more attention. Once there is news, report it immediately!"

According to the decision of the Japanese base camp, Okamura Ningji returned to China as a military councilor, but Hata Shunroku invited Okamura Ningji to Shanghai as the commander of the Chinese dispatched army.

The original intention was to persuade Okamura Ningji to serve as the deputy chief of staff at the headquarters of the dispatched army, but he didn't want to have this happen.

Near Houjiaqiao, the first few soldiers from the observation team arrived, and then two elite troops from each of the two military divisions rushed to the scene by truck.

At the scene where the plane crashed, the fire caused by the explosion has been put out by soldiers.

"This is the place where Okamura Ningji's plane crashed? Are you sure?" The person who spoke was Wang Yigong, a member of the Henan Military Division.

"Communist, this is it. I saw with my own eyes that the little devil's plane was smashed into a sieve in the air, and then landed here!" The soldier replied.

"Damn it, it's all broken into parts. I'm afraid the little devil has been burned to ashes. Look for it carefully!"

"Commissioner, here's a broken umbrella!"

When the people present heard the words, they immediately gathered in the past. Wang Yigong saw an oilcloth umbrella with holes exposed, and a few surviving strips of cloth hung on the lower edge.

"Commissioner, don't be a fan of operas, this little devil and senior official, why is he carrying an opera singer with him!" A soldier laughed.

"Haha!" The people present burst into laughter.

"Okay, let's look again and bring back all the scattered parts of the plane!"

Gangcun Ningci, as the commander of the North China Dispatched Army, was a man of high position and authority, who stomped his feet in Beiping and made the whole of North China tremble three times, and was burned to death alive in the plane.

If it is fighting on the ground, if you lose the battle, you can still fight the enemy for the final battle, but Okamura Ningji's death method is tantamount to the most embarrassing.

On the same day, after the search force conducted a detailed search near the Quehoujiaqiao, it was finally determined that the target person, Neji Okamura, died in the plane explosion.

The headquarters of the Eighth Route Army immediately sent a telegram of commendation to all the participants, and rewarded the participants of the Tainan Flying Team with a collective first-class merit and awarded a flying medal.

With the loss of Gangcun Ningci, the Japanese troops around Hebei, Shandong and Henan continued to gather near the base area. Fortunately, Zhou Weihan issued a combat readiness order in advance and made preparations in advance.

Daokou Town is the terminus of the Daoqing Railway, and it is also the advancing base for the Japanese Army of the 35th Division to repeatedly invade the Northern Henan Army Division.

Today, most of the main force of the 35th Division has been wiped out, and most of the remaining troops are concentrated in Zheng County, Xinxiang, Kaifeng and other places. Instead, Daokou Town is in a prominent position in the confrontation between the two sides.

As for Daokou Town, the Northern Henan Army Division had already intended to take it down, and the third and fourth battalions of the Fourth Regiment were stationed nearby.

"Captain, a group of little devils came out of Daokou Town opposite, the number is about 200 people, and they are still holding hands. It seems that something is wrong?"

Listening to the report of the soldiers, Yang Xiansheng, the head of the fourth regiment, smiled: "It is true that something should happen, they have a big deal to deal with!"

In the forward position, the interpreter on the opposite side was shouting, but the interpreter seemed a little afraid of death. The distance between the two sides was a bit far, and the soldiers on the ground didn't understand what the little devil meant.

At this time, the little devils in the rear were in a hurry, and their superiors issued a death order to let the Japanese army in Daokou Town find out as soon as possible whether Okamura Ningji crashed in the Hebei-Shandong-Henan area.

This made it difficult for the little devils in Daokou Town, and finally the translator around him made a note.

After Yang Xiansheng arrived at the forward position, he looked at the situation in front of him with some doubts: "Why didn't you fight, what are you doing with the little devil?"

"Captain, the little devil seems to say that if they want to pass by us, they can pay the toll!"

"Tolls? That's unusual!" Yang Xiansheng said with a smile, "Go, call the little devil. It's okay to pass through our regiment's defense area, but we need to see their sincerity!"

Soon, Yang Xiansheng's meaning was conveyed to the little devil's ears through the translator, and the devil's Shaozuo in Daokou Town asked doubtfully, "Sincerity?"

"Taijun, didn't we agree before, this is it!" The translator rubbed his fingers together.

"Yo Xi, you can spend money!"

"That's right, the Eighth Route Army just wants money!"

The translator held a wooden box in his arms, which contained the heavy sincerity of the Japanese army. The translator weighed it and said that there were at least twenty small yellow croakers.

Taking advantage of the distance from the Eighth Route Army's position, the interpreter pretended to stagger and fell to the ground. The small yellow croakers were scattered all over the ground. The sly-eyed translator took the opportunity to stuff two small yellow croakers into his trouser pocket.

(End of this chapter)