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Chapter 228 The night in Tokyo is quiet (first update, please subscribe)

The night sky on this day was very bright.

The clear night sky is covered with white clouds, and the night sky is clear and clear.

After a few hours of boring low flying over the pitch-black Pacific, the leading aircraft in front suddenly pulled up and penetrated the clouds.

Under the bright moonlight, the navigator saw a towering snow-capped mountain standing in the distance.

It's Mount Fuji!

Japan’s sacred mountain, Mount Fuji!

The mountain is a symbol of Japan and a familiar landmark.

It is also the best signpost for bombing Tokyo!

It was above this eye-catching landmark that the two fleets arrived at the rendezvous area at almost the same time.

In the clear night sky, the two fleets merged like this. When they merged, Luqiang called through the radio.

"Captain Du, we really meet again in Tokyo!"

"Yes, Captain Lu!"

Du Changjie said.

"We've been waiting for this day!"

"Yes, we have been waiting for this day!"

Then the fleet began to adjust its course based on Mount Fuji.

It was good weather for proper bombing, and, of course, good weather for proper night interception.

As usual, the radar around Tokyo was sometimes effective and sometimes ineffective. However, at about three o'clock in the morning, the radar station still detected two groups of aircraft.

The Japanese have become accustomed to this, and can even be said to be desperate.

Why despair?

Because according to intelligence, after the US military deployed thousands of bombers to East Asia, the number of US bombers alone exceeded 8000!

There are only 8000 aircraft in Japan, including training aircraft!

This kind of despair is definitely the kind where there is no hope.

As usual, after discovering the American aircraft, the searchlights on the ground immediately scanned the sky. Soon, a few bright lamp posts revealed the fleet. Those aircraft were flying neither high nor low, just above the Japanese 75mm anti-aircraft gun. High, anti-aircraft guns can't reach them.

"American plane! It's a B24!"

Observer Yamaguchi quickly confirmed the model of the American aircraft through the telescope. After all, the tail fin of the B24 bomber is very special. He then reported it to his superiors.

"It's B24 bombers, about 200 to 300 of them."

After the Tokyo Air Defense Command received this report, it did not even issue an air defense alert. The reason is very simple. The B24 is a spreader. In the past ten days, the Americans have been using B24 to spread chemical drugs to the Japanese countryside. .

Although no one knows what kind of chemical drug it is, it seems to have an impact on the growth of rice. Some well-informed people have begun to quietly hoard food, not necessarily to make money, but to survive.

"It's just B24, nothing to be surprised about."

Precisely because the B24 was a spreader, no one thought it was on a bombing mission. The air defense warning was not issued, and the night fighters did not take off because of the need to save fuel.

Just like that, under the bright moonlight, three hundred B24 bombers and Lancaster bombers carrying more than tons of incendiary bombs flew over Tokyo. At this time, the "Tokyo Rose" and millions of Tokyo people were silently Asleep in dreamland.

Tokyo is just ahead!

Li Yueying, who was flying the Lancaster bomber, felt her body getting hotter. This was not from the heat of the electric-heated flight suit, but from the bottom of her heart.

"Okay, everyone, pay attention, we have arrived above Tokyo!"

Li Yueying's voice was transmitted to the crew members through the in-flight radio.

The crew members wearing rubber oxygen masks all looked towards the ground from the hatches. On the earth shrouded in twilight, nothing could be seen except the horizon.

At an altitude of 5000 meters, the biting cold wind blew into the cabin from the machine gun window. After several hours of flight, there was a thin layer of frost on the bodies and weapons of the gun shooters. Although the shooters were carrying Thick gloves, but you can still feel the chill in the air, and you even need to move your hands from time to time to avoid frostbite.

"Tokyo……"

Since the space in the B-24's cabin is extremely small, the pilot and co-pilot can only stay there motionless for up to ten hours when performing missions, and the same is true for the bombardier. However, even though there had been no activity for several hours, Sun Zhe was still looking for the target as quickly as possible.

It is very difficult to find targets during night bombing. For this reason, the British army, which advocated night bombing, invented a new bombing method-looking for landmark buildings, rivers, railways, etc. as guidance points, and then carried out carpet bombing.

In other words, bombing does not pay attention to accuracy, but focuses on indiscriminate bombing over a large area. The purpose is to kill people anyway, as long as the bomb is thrown into a densely populated area.

Sun Zhe, who was the lead bombardier first, knew very well how important his mission was. If he missed the target, the entire fleet would miss the target.

"Bombardier. Pay attention to the search target!"

Sun Zhe did not answer the commander's order. At this time, he was concentrating on searching for the target. Ignore everything around me.

Perhaps because the hat interfered with his concentration, Sun Zhe pulled off the hat forcefully. At this moment, a "Y"-shaped intersection of railways appeared in his sight.

"Target found!"

After the bombardier's voice came from the earphones, Luke Qiang turned on the public radio and said.

"Brothers... we have entered the sky above the target. In the past fourteen years, all Chinese people have been looking forward to this day. I will do my best to lead everyone to put bombs into the target. Then lead everyone back safely!"

There was silence in the public channel!

This may be the best answer.

Fourteen years, countless days and nights of looking forward to today!

When this day came, people were surprisingly calm.

When he was about to reach the target, Lukwu first opened the bomb bay door, then paused before turning on the autopilot.

"Bombardier, I'm turning on the autopilot now. From now on until we reach the target. The plane is yours!"

"understand!"

As the green light turned on, Sun Zhe took over the driving of the pilot aircraft. To ensure bombing accuracy, the Norton bombsight was linked to an autopilot. The autopilot keeps the aircraft at a stable speed and a fixed route. Sun Zhe put his eyes on the Norton bombsight and quickly entered the parameters.

He only has 60 seconds, if he misses it, he will miss the target!

After the aircraft was taken over by the autopilot, Lukwu could temporarily relax and look around, but could not see anything. The console of the B24 bomber was unusually tall. Even if the pilot looked far away, he could see almost nothing except the nose of the aircraft. And flying this kind of bomber is like wrestling with a huge brown bear, and the pilot will eventually be exhausted and exhausted.

Despite this, his heart was on fire.

It should be now!

"Bombardier. Be sure to aim carefully. The entire fleet will follow ours to release bombs!"

"understand!"

In order to aim faster, Sun Zhe had already taken off his gloves. Now his fingers were in contact with the cold aiming knob, and they were almost frozen.

But he still felt that his palms seemed to be sweating, and the few seconds seemed as long as years.

Taking a deep breath, the left hand holding the safety cover of the bomb release button moved. His frozen left hand was a little stiff, making his reaction a little slow. Even if you are slow for even a second, you may miss the mission target.

"call!"

Sun Zhe moved his left hand vigorously, and after feeling that his fingers were no longer stiff, he opened the bomb button safety cover and gently pressed his fingers on it.

At this time, the "Y"-shaped railway junction of the target object is being pressed into the middle of the crosshairs one by one. In the dark night, the "Y"-shaped railway junction is not very clear, but it can still be seen very clearly.

At the last moment of the intersection, Sun Zhe began to count down. Although the temperature in the cabin was below zero, sweat still flowed from his forehead.

"Enter the target, 3, 2, 1...drop the bomb!"

The moment the sound fell. Sun Zhe pressed the bomb button...

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