Shanghai.

11:40.

The Huangpu River is crowded with people, and some buildings on the shore are covered with people. From time to time, they set up a shed, looked to the west, whispered and talked.

The hawkers selling cigarette melon seeds ran back and forth in the crowd, selling cigarette melon seeds in various dialects. Today's business was surprisingly good.

On the river, the flagship of the Third Fleet, which was like stars, was still arrogant. The trauma suffered on the day of the 8.14 air battle has been completely restored. Japanese sailors stood on the deck, and an officer was holding a telescope and looking into the western sky.

This is not Shanghai, China, it is clearly the home court of the Japanese.

11:50 points.

A sound of propellers and engines sounded. Amid the Japanese cheers, the 101 Type 96 battle appeared in everyone's eyes. Then, as they flew low altitude above the Izumo, the wing angle pointed to the sky at a 45-degree angle. Colonel Shiro Yamashita was wearing white gloves to greet the Imperial sailors on the ship.

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

[Izumo] The soldiers on the ship shook the sun flag and cheered in unison. The No. 101 Type 96 ship battle was flying low on the water. Wherever they went, the sailors on the Japanese ships on the Huangpu River all shouted in unison, "Long live the emperor..."

"Fuck me..."

"I'm a mud horse..."

"Dog's..."

"By son..."

On both sides of the Taiwan Strait, Chinese people kept cursing in a low voice.

The Japanese show show of power on China's territory, but the Chinese can only dare not speak out.

11:55 points.

"Here comes..."

The Chinese on both sides of the Huangpu River shouted in unison, and a Western fighter jet appeared in people's sight, getting closer and closer, and then two more fighter jets appeared.

Looking at the fighter planes appearing in the West, the Japanese officer standing on the ship showed a ridicule. It was the Type 96 land attack and Type 95 ship battle when the empire air strikes Nanjing.

"Oh...Made...is the Japanese plane..."

Looking at the Japanese plane flying overhead, the crowds on both sides of the Taiwan Strait made a burst of disappointment.

11:57 points.

The senior foreign observation teams with telescopes in hand on several airships on both sides of the Huangpu River still did not see any fighter planes flying in the West.

"It seems that the chief instructor of the Chinese Air Force will not appear. He knows that he is young and has no opponent of Colonel Shiro Yamashita, so he is afraid of war."

On the airship, a German observer put down the telescope in his hand and shrugged his shoulders.

"If the Chinese Air Force chief instructor doesn't come, he will not only lose the face of the Chinese, but also the face of the Randolph Air Force Academy will also make him lose all."

Another German observer glanced at an American observer holding a telescope, curled his lips and shrugged, and sneered.

The American observer had a dark face and pretended not to hear it, continuing to look at the West.

11:58 points.

There was no bird in the western sky.

An anxious mood appeared in the Chinese people on both sides of the Huangpu River, and some even started to curse, hating themselves for being blind, and they would actually believe the nonsense of GMD.

"He...isn't he not coming?"

"I've been here long ago. Now that this little bit hasn't appeared, I'm sure I won't come anymore, alas..."

"It's all gone... I won't look at the Japanese's face later..."

"Let's go, let's go..."

Everyone in China said they were leaving, but they stayed still, and then looked at the western sky, with their eyes full of anticipation, anxiety and waiting.

"It's almost 12 o'clock, and there's still one minute."

I don't know who shouted loudly in the crowd.

So, the sound instantly made everyone's eyes stare at the high bell like a transmission of electricity - 11:59.

The Japanese army was in full bloom.

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

"Long live the Emperor!"

"Long live the Emperor!"

"Long live the Emperor!"

Looking at the Type 101 Type 96 battle hovering in the air, all the Japanese soldiers cheered in unison.

Wait a moment, when the bell rings at 12 noon, if the No. 214 ship driven by the chief instructor of the Chinese Air Force does not appear over the Huangpu River, then this ace vs. ace battle, even if the empire's ace pilot, Colonel Yamashita Shiraro won.

Seeing the Japanese army on the entire Huangpu River cheering in unison and celebrating in advance, the Chinese people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait were extremely disappointed. Some began to curse cowards who had broken the promise and dared not come, while others secretly wiped their tears and felt sad...

"when……"

A bell rang into everyone's ear curtains.

People looked at the big bell above the city government building again.

12:00.

At this moment, everyone looked at the west sky again.

All Chinese were disappointed again.

The chief instructor of the Chinese Air Force did not appear in the western sky.

"Woo~~"

Just after the first sound of the bell at twelve o'clock, the harsh air raid sirens of bombers as they dived suddenly sounded in the air in the east.

Everyone turned their heads together.

A Type 96 war, covered with gunpowder and trauma, appeared on the Huangpu River on the east side at some point. It flew backwards slowly and low altitude, and flew to the top of the Japanese flagship [Izumo] at a blink of an eye. It was only thirty meters away from the bridge. The glass of the cockpit was covered with spider-web-like cracks. The pilot's face was not clear. The blue sky and sun emblems on the two wings covered with bullet holes shone brightly in the sun. There were many shrapnel scratches on the fuselage. The traces of gunpowder burning at close range were very obvious, but it further highlighted the snow-white and dazzling 214 numbers on both sides of the fuselage. It was obvious that they had experienced many arduous battles.

The Japanese army immediately exploded.

Many air defense machine gunners ran in a hurry to return to their positions, but were stopped by the officers on the ship.

Just now, everyone's eyes were focused on the Western sky. None of the Imperial sailors knew when this battle of the No. 214 ship appeared.

If it weren't for the order that Hasegawa Kiyoshi had already given the order, no one would have fired at the battle of the No. 214, which came to the decisive battle, to be ridiculed by the international community.

"good!"

Three seconds later, cheers like tsunamis on both sides of the Huangpu River were heard. All the Chinese stood up in unison, raised their arms, and the cheers suppressed the sound of gunfire coming from Luodian and other directions.

"The chief instructor is here..."

"Flying from the Japanese warship..."

"OK……"

"This is like slapping the Japanese in the face hard in front of the whole world..."

"Haha... the Japanese are today too..."

The voices of Chinese people on both sides of the Huangpu River have been rising and falling. Today, foreigners are taking photos and videos in the air. The people are not afraid of the Japanese revenge, and their anger that has been depressed for a long time erupts in an instant.

The cameras on both sides of the Pujiang River took pictures of the No. 214 battle flying backwards from the bridge of the flagship [Izumo] of the Japanese Third Fleet. The bright blue sky and white sun emblem were particularly dazzling.

The No. 101 Type 96 ship battle on the west side of the city government building slowly lowered its nose and flew slowly at a low speed. Colonel Yamashita Shiro was almost bleeding. The No. 214 ship battle was flying over from the Imperial Navy flagship [Izumo] [Didaxs     www.didaxs.info], which was slapping the Empire in the face. This was his dereliction of duty.

Amid the endless cheers, the No. 214 ship battle slowly rolled 180 degrees, changed, and slowly flew towards the No. 101 Type 96 ship battle.

Two fighter planes intersected at low altitudes.

Yamashita Shira's eyes were filled with anger and hatred, and he waved his fists at Zhou Zhihan.

Zhou Zhihan's eyes were calm and cold, and his four fingers were put together and he made a throat-cutting action towards Qiro at the foot of the mountain!

This scene was taken by many Western reporters.

"boom……"

The people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait roared like a burst of joy.

In the battle today, Zhou Zhihan wants to avenge the war and others.
Chapter completed!