Over Wuhan.

Gunshots resounded.

The roar of the fighter planes resounded.

In response to the Japanese Navigation operation, the Chinese Air Force's combat strategy is:

Il-15 fighter jets patrolled the northeastern sky of Wuhan, inducing its deportation aircraft to escape from its bomber group and cut off its cover force.

The Il-16 fighter jet patrols over Wuhan and attacks Japanese bombers.

When Japanese fighter planes arrived over Wuhan, the fierce air battle started quickly.

Under the sky, there are people watching the battle on both sides of the Yangtze River:

Countless Wuhan soldiers and civilians walked out of their homes, looking up at the sky and cheering for the athletes in the sky.

Jenny had a camera hanging around her neck, traversing the crowd.

Seeing so many Chinese people coming out to watch the battle regardless of danger, her scalp was numb and she was very puzzled.

Is this the official mandatory requirement for ordinary citizens to come out?

Her guess came to her heart.

"Zhao, aren't they afraid?" she shouted loudly, asking her temporary Chinese colleague and guide Zhao Lei.

"What?" Zhao Lei asked with his mouth wide open.

Jenny shook her head, she looked around and chose a middle-aged man in a blue shirt as her target.

"Hello, sir." She leaned over and shouted in a heightened voice.

"Hello." The middle-aged man's eyes showed the surprise of seeing foreigners with his own eyes for the first time, but the look of surprise flashed by, and the man nodded politely.

"Sir, I am a reporter. Can you ask you a few questions?" Jenny asked.

"Yes." The middle-aged man subconsciously pulled his clothes, straightened his waist, and nodded solemnly.

"I'm curious, aren't you afraid?" Jenny asked.

"What are you afraid of?" asked the middle-aged man.

"I'm afraid of the bullets falling, I'm afraid of the bombs falling," said Jenny.

"Not afraid." The middle-aged man shook his head. He looked at the blonde foreign female reporter and smiled. "Our soldiers are fighting in the air, resisting the invaders, and they are protecting us!"

"But, the Chinese army is very weak compared to the Japanese army, isn't it?" Jenny asked back.

"Yes, we are weak, but we have the determination to resist desperately." The middle-aged man looked at the foreign female journalist, "Mr. Journalist, you should not have studied the history of our country."

"What?" Jenny didn't understand why this person mentioned Chinese history.

"The civilization of the Chinese nation has never been broken. For five thousand years, our country and our people have never been conquered by foreign races. They have not been before and will not be in the future." said the middle-aged man.

Jenny noticed that when she said this, there seemed to be a light flashing in the man's eyes.

...

At this time, a woman came over with a girl, and the middle-aged man smiled at the woman, and then picked up the girl.

"Madam, are you scared?" Jenny asked the woman.

"Are you afraid of it useful?" The woman already had white hair, but her whole body was very clean and her temperament was very good. She looked at the foreign female reporter, "When the invaders waved their butcher knife, they were afraid that they would only make them proud. No one would not be afraid. However, we have justice in our hearts and resist desperately. Victory belongs to the great Chinese nation!"

Jenny was slightly surprised. She planned to choose an ordinary interviewee, but at this moment she realized that she had chosen the wrong goal and that the couple should have an extraordinary background.

Her eyes turned to the little girl.

"Little girl, are you scared?" Jenny immediately asked the girl.

The girl nodded.

Jenny seemed a little excited and continued to ask, "Why are you afraid to come here? Was it your relative or someone else forced you to come?"

The middle-aged man was furious, "Miss, please pay attention to your words!"

"Brother." The girl pointed to the sky and said crisply.

"Sorry, sorry, Ms. Jenny has no other meaning." Zhao Lei squeezed over and bowed solemnly to apologize.

Then he faced Jenny with a serious expression, "Ms. Jenny, I know maybe you want to record the most real situation, but please pay attention to your words."

He pointed to the middle-aged man and the little girl, "This is the father of Martyr Liu Pengyu. Martyr Liu Pengyu died heroically in the 218 air battle two and a half months ago!"

As he said that, he pointed to the vast Yangtze River, "They died there, above the river surface, in the sky, and protected the Great Wuhan with their lives and guarded the suffering and strong Chinese nation!"

Jenny looked at her colleague in shock. She didn't understand that she just used inducing words to obtain the information she wanted as usual, but this colleague who had always been gentle was so angry.

She turned her head and looked at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man picked up the girl, stepped on his neck, looked at the sky, with a look of pride in his eyes and the unconcealed sadness in his eyes!

"Brother, brother!" the little girl waved her little hand, looked into the sky, and shouted excitedly.

...

"Be careful, don't mess up." Shen Chengxiang glanced at his family and shouted loudly.

Wei Chengchu stared at the sky with her eyes tightly. She hoped to see her son's fighter plane, but she was afraid to see it.

Shen Yue held the future sister-in-law's hand, and the two looked at the sky nervously.

Wang Luyun was praying, praying for the safety of her lover.

The roar of the engine was shaking the sky.

A Japanese fighter jet was hit and caught fire, and fell into the Yangtze River.

The Wuhan military and civilians who were watching the battle made a shocking cheer.

In a blink of an eye, the cheers turned into exclamations and sorrow.

A Chinese fighter plane was shot in the cabin. After barely supporting it in the air for a few seconds, it was attacked by a Japanese army and exploded directly in the air.

Everyone's tears flowed down.

There was pain and sadness in Shen Huaiming's eyes.

That was Hu Zhengze, who was in his dormitory. He was the roommate who borrowed cigarettes from him when he was writing his diary.

Hu Zhengze is from Changsha, Hunan and is a student of the Department of Physics at Tsinghua University. He likes music and plays a good piano.

...

Chen Huaiming's fighter plane dodged and avoided the sneak attack of a Japanese plane.

Then, he seized the opportunity and pulled the trigger directly, shot a round of bullets out, and directly hit the enemy plane.

The injured Japanese plane wanted to escape, but Chen Huaiming followed and fired another round of strafing. A ray of black smoke rose up and exploded as the Japanese plane landed on the river.

"good!"

The Wuhan military and civilians watching the battle on both sides of the Yangtze River burst into loud cheers.

"Brother!" the little girl riding on her father's neck pointed at the hero's fighter plane in the sky and shouted.

"Second brother!" Chen Yue pointed to the sky and shouted. Of course, she could not determine who the fighter plane was. This was just a proud shout. His second brother was also an Air Force soldier. With this hero's fighter plane, the hero's pilot was robes!

Wang Luyun looked at the sky.

She could imagine that her Huaiming had always been like this, so brave and bravely guarding the sky of the motherland!

Perhaps, Huaiming is also fighting the enemy in the sky at this moment.

Her heart tugged

...

Blood!

Bright red blood!

Blood with a fishy smell!

Chen Huaiming licked the blood at the corner of his mouth.

His vision was a little blurred.

Because he had just shot down an enemy plane, he quickly became the focus of Japanese fighter plane attacks and was surrounded by enemy planes.

At this moment, his fighter plane had been shot in many places.

The fuselage trembled.

Been shot again.

Black smoke emerged from the plane.

Chen Huaiming knew that his fighter opportunity had been severely damaged and had begun to gradually lose control.

"Huaiming, parachuting!" The pilot of a fighter plane closest to Chen Huaiming roared.

"Skydiving!"
To be continued...