"Jump!"

The military and civilians watching the battle also saw the black smoke coming out of their own fighter plane, and people shouted loudly.

Chen Huaiming glanced at the ground, on the vast bank of the Yangtze River, countless people were watching the battle and cheering for them.

He was thinking, wondering if Dad, Mom, Sister, Lu Yun were below.

Although I just visited my relatives and returned home yesterday, I miss them so much at this moment.

In addition to family, there are so many compatriots.

Those tragic scenes appeared in his mind.

Suffering China.

The last wailing compatriots that happened before their death!

My motherland!

We swear to protect you to the death!

His eyes instantly became extremely firm.

The fighter jet emitting black smoke is like an eagle covered in bruises and crisscrossing holes!

The crowd watching the battle on the ground saw the wings of the fighter plane swaying.

Most people don't know what this means.

The middle-aged man, Chen Chengxiang and his family exclaimed, and they knew the meaning of this action:

This is the meaning of saying goodbye!

Then, under the golden sunlight on the river, everyone saw the fighter jet emitting black smoke and accelerated without hesitation and rushed into a Japanese fighter jet in the air.

The fighters of the Japanese fighter jets let out a terrifying roar, but he had no way to hide.

The two fighter planes collided violently in the air and immediately started to burn.

Amid the exclamations, sorrows and crying of the soldiers and civilians watching the battle, the fighter plane fell into the Yangtze River.

Wei Chengchu, Chen Yue, Wang Luyun and others covered their eyes and made low sobs.

Chen Chengxiang also showed sadness on his face.

Many of the citizens around were crying.

"I, I'm worried about Huaiming." Wei Chengchu said in a hoarse voice.

"Don't think about it." Chen Chengxiang comforted his wife and at the same time, "Hui Ming must be fine."

Wang Luyun gently patted her sister-in-law who was crying sadly. Her eyes looked at the river. For no reason, her heart was so painful.

"Huaiming, you must be safe."

...

Among the crowd watching the game, a young man in casual clothes saluted the sky solemnly, and tears slid down his eyes.

He was a pilot of the deportation aircraft of the 11th Battalion of the Third Squadron of the Chinese Air Force. Because his father passed away, he went home to attend the funeral. He had just returned to Wuhan. He didn't have time to catch up with this battle. He could only watch his robes fight desperately with the enemy in the air. His heart was so sad and so painful.

If you were in the team and flying the fighter plane into the air, you would be able to gain more strength. Perhaps some robes might not die.

"Our bodies, planes and bombs, will die together with the enemy's warship positions!"

His lips stammered and he silently recited this sentence.

He knew that the chariot who flew the fighter plane and the enemy plane died together had practiced this sentence with practical actions.

It's service:

21 Japanese planes were shot down, including 11 destroyers and 10 bombers, including 9 Chinese Air Force shot down.

The Sino-Soviet Joint Air Force lost only 12 aircraft!

After the air battle ends.

The sound of excitement was filled with the radio broadcasts over Wuhan, and the military and civilians in Wuhan held a grand parade to celebrate the great victory in the April 29th air battle.

In order to boost morale and promote the War of Resistance, the Guofu Newspaper introduced Hangzhou Jianqiao Aviation School in a great amount of space:

In the 21st year of the Republic of China, and the second year after the September 18th Incident, the Central Aviation School was newly established in Jianqiao, Hangzhou.

Because the enrollment requirements must be high school education or above, the aviation students entering this school are all scholarly families and rich children.

When the country is in trouble, no matter whether it is born, you will fight to the death to serve the country!

In order to defend the motherland and regain the fallen land, our prides in the air gave up their generous conditions, left their warm families, and devoted themselves to the Chinese Air Force, which had been almost at a disadvantage since the first day.

Facing the powerful threat of the Japanese army, what we have not only high morale, but also the unique school motto in the world that we have kept in mind from the first day of school:

"Our bodies, planes and bombs, will die together with the enemy's warship positions!"

Behind the article is a long list of air force soldiers who have died in their country since the War of Resistance Against Japan.

Liang Hongyun, Shengyun Pavilion, Shen Chonghai, Lu Suigang, Liu Pengyu...

It does not include the sacrificial soldiers in today's April 29 air battle, not because the list is still counted, but because the search and rescue team is still rescued:

Although I know that the pride in the air falling into the river will be difficult to survive, no one is willing to give up.

...

Hou Pingliang looked at the dancers standing in a row by the wall.

Some people were so scared that their legs were trembling.

Some people look resentful.

He lit a cigarette and took a few violent sips, which choked him and made him cough repeatedly.

A policeman laughed.

In fact, some police officers were not too convinced about Deputy General General Cheng's extraordinary promotion of Hou Pingliang.

Hou Pingliang's eyes swept over, and the policeman stopped laughing.

Hou Pingliang also smiled.

The policeman felt relieved, and then he was despicable. This slut was not allowed to go to the table and was soft. If he had been ridiculed, he would have to go up and slap his mouth.

After "search", six dancers were suspected.

Hou Pingliang glanced at the other trembling men and women, looked at the six people caught, and said coldly, "Take them away and stop the team!"

At this moment, a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses struggled and shouted, "Why should I catch me?"

Hou Pingliang picked up a police baton hanging around the waist of a policeman, walked forward in two steps, and whipped his head and face.

The protesters screamed in pain, and at first they were still scolding, but soon, the scolding turned into a begging for mercy, and finally the begging for mercy turned into a painful whine.

Then, people saw Hou Pingliang seemingly found something similar to a piece of paper from the beating person, and glanced at it.

"Record." Hou Pingliang sneered and said lightly, "Catch an important leader of the Jiang Mule Bandit Gang."

The other crowds in the dance hall who had originally planned to be turbulent were so scared that their scalp was numb and everyone did not dare to say anything.

The other five dancers who were listed as suspects were even more scared and were taken away obediently.

The nearly unconscious and freshly baked gang leader of the ginger mule bandit was snatched up by two policemen and dragged his feet away on the ground, leaving a long string of blood marks.

Half an hour later.

No. 22 Xuehuali Road.

Office of the Deputy General Administration Chief.

Deputy General General Cheng Qianfan looked at the yard.

The military card drove back, and the little monkey caught a group of "suspects" and came back.

Deputy General Chief Cheng put down his hand holding the blinds, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and today, he was inexplicably irritable and uneasy.

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