All the pilots walked forward one by one, took out the notes from the box, and opened them silently.

Yan Haiwen, a second lieutenant pilot of the 5th Battalion of the Deporter, spread out the note in his hand, and there were two words written on it - Go to fight.

Yan Haiwen didn't say anything and took a step forward resolutely.

Mao Bangchu nodded, and his heart was as if he was stabbed.

Shen Chonghai, the lieutenant captain of the 2nd Battalion of the Air Force and the 9th Squadron, also spread out the note in his hand, with words on it - go to fight.

Shen Chonghai also took a step forward.

Mao Bangchu nodded, his expression was still on his face, and his heart was bleeding.

Chen Xichun, the second lieutenant of the 8th Battalion and the 7th Team, also took a stroke forward, and the words "going to fight" were also written on the note in his hand.

After reading the notes, the 27th Team of the 9th Battalion, the warrant officer pilot Ren Songling took a step forward.

Looking at the young and familiar faces in front of him, Mao Bangchu took a few sips of cigarettes, lowered his head, as if thinking. In fact, the corners of his eyes were already wet, and he could only use his head and misty smoke to cover up his wet corners.

Although Zhou Zhirou is the commander-in-chief of the Chinese Air Force, he was led by Mao Bangchu. He was like a baby born to the ground, and now he grew up. Then he watched them disappear one by one, disappearing in the air. Some of them could not even recover their bodies. Finally, with the disintegrated fighter planes disappear forever in the air.

From August 14 to today's August 23, in just ten days, the Chinese Air Force's assets have been lost by one-third, and excellent pilots have been killed in battle. Every day, bad news comes. Every pilot is killed, undoubtedly using needles to stab Mao Bangchu's heart.

People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless? These pilots came to the base of Jianqiao Air Force Academy in Hangzhou at the age of 17 or 18. After several years of companionship, teachers and students have a deep friendship. Every time the pilot goes to fight, he will be separated by life and death. Whoever has his heart is bleeding.

Just like the battle mission arranged tonight, even though he knew that the front was full of dangers and even though he knew that his fighter planes were far behind the Japanese side, he had to let these pilots fly the planes without hesitation.

Even though he knew that these tender faces in front of him would eventually disappear into the air one by one, Mao Bangchu still had to send them to death.

Sending familiar people to death one by one is what Mao Bangchu has to do now.

Mao Bangchu was the principal's confidant. He knew that from the moment the war started on August 13, he had not been able to encircle and annihilate the Japanese Marines stationed in Shanghai, and from the moment the Japanese army began to increase their troops on August 21, the Battle of Songhu was doomed to end with a disastrous defeat of the Chinese army.

But now, the Chinese army is an arrow flying out of the string.

There is no turning back when you draw the bow.

The Japanese army is constantly increasing its troops, and the Chinese army can only show its legacy to fight, even if it fights one soldier.

All the pilots were quietly watching Mao Bangchu.

For several days, the deputy commander-in-chief has been in the war room. Looking at his white temples, some young pilots suddenly felt sad and couldn't help but swallow even more.

As more and more pilots have died in battle in the past few days, the deputy commander-in-chief seems to have more and more gray hair.

He yawned, rubbed his eyes and nose, and wiped the corners of his eyes. His eyes were already red, and no one knew that Mao Bangchu's eyes were rosy and shed tears: "Order!"

"Bang!"

Everyone stood at attention and looked at Mao Bangchu.

"Zhou Zhihan!"

Zhou Zhihan took a step forward: "Sir!"

"You fly a Martin 139wc heavy bomber at Wusongkou on time at the Buddha Bridge. If you do not appear over the enemy when the Japanese lands at dawn, you will be dealt with by military law!"

Zhou Zhihan Jun saluted: "Yes, sir!" and then took a step back.

Mao Bangchu knew that no matter how reluctant these young pilots were, there was no father or son on the battlefield. Once a war started, the military law must be strict so that soldiers could hold orders.

"Yan Haiwen, Shen Chonghai, Zhang Mufei, Ren Songling!"

"Sir!"

Yan Haiwen and the other four took a step forward at the same time and answered!

"Zhang Mufei and Shen Chonghai drove two fighters, protecting Martin's heavy bombing in an escort posture. They must use fierce attacks to force the Japanese Type 95 and Type 96 ship battles to appear! Those who are lazy are engaged in military law."

"Yes! Sir!"

Zhang Mufei and Shen Chonghai salute at the same time! Retreat.

"Ren Songling, Yan Haiwen."

"Sir!"

Ren Songling and Yan Haiwen took a step forward.

"You two each drove a Hawk 2. Before Martin's heavy bombing was used as the first wave of attack, when the Japanese army arrived at the beach, they immediately launched an attack on the Japanese fleet, kicked away their air defense formation, and opened up a bloody road for Martin's heavy bombing.

You two must fight fiercely and launch the most fierce low-altitude attack on the Japanese landing warships!"

After saying this, Mao Bangchu pinched his eyebrows again, then lowered the brim of his hat to cover up his eyes.

Attacking at a low altitude on the water is too dangerous.

No matter how Mao Bangchu concealed it, all the pilots could see that tears were overflowing in the eyes of the deputy commander-in-chief. At this moment, he was like an old man hanging down, his waist was suddenly bent by a heavy burden.

"Yes, sir!"

Ren Songling and Yan Haiwen saluted Mao Bangchu for a long time and refused to let go. They knew that this trip was almost a life-and-death death. Whether they could come back could only depend on their own destiny.

Maybe it's fate.

No one can change his destiny!

Since you have been caught and fought, it is fate.

Mao Bangchu straightened his back and said to all the first pilots who went to fight: "I judge that the Japanese carrier-based aircraft would definitely not appear for the attacks of Ren Songling and Yan Haiwen.

But when Ren Songling and Yan Haiwen kicked away the Japanese anti-aircraft artillery, Martin's heavy bombing and the Fighter Mki fighter appeared in time, the Japanese Air Force would determine that we had fallen into their trap and would appear immediately.

They cannot allow our fighter jets to attack their landing troops. Therefore, whether they can lure enemy aircraft to appear depends on your attack strength and whether the Japanese landing troops cannot bear it."

"Yes, sir!"

In the first battle, several people saluted Mao Bangchu again. Over the years, Mao Bangchu has been the principal of Hangzhou Jianqiao Air Force Aviation School, which left a deep impression on all the students. The pilots went out to fight today, and died for nine lives and one after another. After several years of getting along, they were reluctant to part with each other when they parted.

"Today's battle at dawn is crucial! Except for bombers, all interceptors must carry a bomb and fly at an altitude of two thousand meters in a gliding posture that saves fuel.

In order to reduce weight and save fuel, all the protective steel plates on the aircraft can be removed without, and all the bombers are removed. Two auxiliary fuel tanks are hung on the wings of each fighter to increase the time of stagnation. I have asked the mechanic to add fuel to the auxiliary fuel tank to fly to Shanghai. Use the oil in the auxiliary fuel tank first, throw the fuel tank after use to reduce the weight of the aircraft."

"Yes! Sir!"

All pilots salute!
Chapter completed!