At the beginning of World War II, bombers in the middle stages were extremely difficult to dive vertically with full bombs, and could even be regarded as suicide attacks. Especially the already lagging light bomber driven by Zhou Zhihan was seriously insufficient in power. Although it only carries a bomb of 500 kilograms, that was its limit.

This kind of bomber dives at low altitude during the day, which is almost equivalent to suicide, not to mention vertically dropping bombs on the foggy sea surface at night.

The fighter trembled, like an elderly man who was breathless, holding an iron lock that weighed several times more than his own weight. He could lose control at any time and smash it to the ground like a free fall.

The bomber quickly dived down, and the three people were on their heads and feet. They felt that all the blood seemed to hit their legs in an instant. Li Leilei, who was grinning, only felt that his lips and cheeks were trembling as if they were filled with air. All the blood in his upper body was squeezed onto both legs in a short time.

Yin Weixin looked up at the sky, his body was pressed heavily on the seat, and he felt his heart seemed to be pressing on his spine at this moment.

The dark water surface rushed towards him, as if he would press Zhou Zhihan on the deck of the huge aircraft carrier in the next second, throw his face to the steel bars, smash his limbs into pieces and mix the fragments of the bomber's disintegration...

This kind of vertical dive tests the psychology of the pilots the most. Many pilots can't withstand this strong visual and psychological impact when they first enter the fast dive, and quickly pull the rod.

Zhou Zhi was as heartbroken as a rock. He knew that even a little timid at this time would cause unreasonable technical operations and would cause him to fall into a place of doom.

The bomber Li Leilei was fully focused. After the initial tension and panic, his hands are now very steady.

He had never practiced dropping bombs at night before, because all the instructors said that dropping bombs at night was basically a cannon to hit mosquitoes - blind confusion.

The accurate hit rate of bombers dropped during the day is very low, not to mention at night.

Zhou Zhihan shouted: "2..."

Li Leilei murmured to himself: "Come on, come on, blow these Japanese devils to death..."

There were still 280 meters away from the water surface, Zhou Zhihan shouted: "3!"

Before Zhou Zhihan finished speaking, Li Leilei dropped two 100 kilogram bombs and a 15 kilogram incendiary bomb and shouted: "The bomb is dropped by sir!"

At the moment of dropping the bomb, Zhou Zhihan clearly felt the fuselage trembling like a dispersed body and then slighted slightly. This was the reaction when the bomb left the body. He recycled the throttle and pulled the joystick with all his strength. Because he tried his best, his face looked a little ferocious: "Get up..." His after-light sight saw that the bomber was less than 200 meters above the water surface at this time.

Amid the screams of the chief instructor, Li Leilei and Yin Weixin's blood were almost blocked, and they shouted desperately to relieve their fear and tension.

At this time, the three bombs kept three vertical lines falling in turn under the bomber's dive inertia. The bomber was pulled upwards in a tilt, and the nose was slowly raised upwards. Before almost hitting the flight deck, the nose of the aircraft was pulled up. During the pull-up process, the belly of the aircraft almost struck the nose of a Type 96 warship parked on the deck, and then continued to pull upwards.

"Click..."

A tearing sound of a steel cone hitting the iron plate came into the ear drums of the three of them. After a sudden lit up around, the explosion sounded like the sky and the earth cracked.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Explosions sounded one after another, and the flames soared into the sky. Zhou Zhihan felt a powerful shock wave rushing from behind the tail of the aircraft. In an instant, the fuselage lightened. He immediately pushed the throttle, and he pulled up and jumped. The light bomber actually made the jumping maneuver of the fighter, and accelerated with the force to climb into the air.

“Bangbangbang…”

The machine gunner opened fire before Zhou Zhihan pulled up and jumped. Yin Weixin didn't care and held the trigger without loosening it until all the bullets were poured onto the fighter parked on the deck.

More than ten seconds later, Zhou Zhihan turned around, and the aircraft carrier "Shenchuan Maru" turned into a sea of ​​fire. The bow of the ship was blown out, and the hull swayed violently. The first bomb fell into the water. The column of water stirred up by the explosion poured onto the deck like a waterfall. The 15-kilogram incendiary bomb exploded and burned near the bridge, covering most of the aircraft carrier.

Machine gunner Yin Weixin shouted ecstatically: "We succeeded! One bomb penetrated the deck of the aircraft carrier and exploded. Another bomb fell into the water in front of the bow of the ship and exploded. The incendiary bomb turned the entire bridge into a sea of ​​fire."

"Oh yell..." the bomber yelled, "We succeeded, sir!"

“Buzz buzz…”

Suddenly, twenty or thirty white lights pierced from the water to the sky, stirring up all directions, and a moment later, Chinese bombers were discovered.

Immediately afterwards, alarms sounded one after another on the water surface, the escort fleet opened fire, the sound of machine guns and the sound of anti-aircraft machine cannons was deafening.

Next, a series of red anti-aircraft artillery shells crisscrossed and bitten in the direction of the bomber's pulling up. It was very spectacular, but with insufficient range, they were more like welcome salutes. A series of gorgeous flames flashed behind the bomber, and then fell to the water without any strength.

Zhou Zhihan turned back again while pulling up. He saw a lot of Japanese soldiers rushing out from the "Shenchuan Maru" aircraft carrier in the dazzling fire, and they jumped into the water with fire.

The sudden disaster made most of the sailors who were still alive have no idea what self-rescue measures to take. The thick smoke from the vents at the bottom of the caldera forced them out of the cabin, but the thick smoke poured in forced them to drill out. The stair treads and steel pipe handrails were burned red by the fire, and the flesh was stuck together as soon as the steel pipes were stuck. In the chaos, many sailors suffocated and died.

It is said that the Japanese devils have strict military disciplines and are not afraid of death with the spirit of Bushido.

fart!

Everyone is equal in the face of death, and the Japanese on the ship are panicked.

On the side of the ship on both sides of the aircraft carrier, neatly arranged aircraft were spread by the fire of incendiary bombs. In an instant, all the decks were filled with fire. The planes were filled with oil and ammunition. They were tilted and squirted with flames all over their bodies.

Immediately afterwards, a gas truck near the bridge exploded, and the fuel splashed everywhere with flames. The entire bridge and the surrounding decks were wrapped in flames again. The flames soared into the sky and 60 to 70 meters high. The sailors who escaped from the bilge one step later were blocked in the passage of the cabin by the fire, and were in a dilemma, because in order to prevent the strong smoke from pouring into the bottom chamber, the cabin door had been locked to death, and the sailors who had entered the passage were in despair and struggle.

The sailors who ran out desperately jumped into the sea like dumplings to avoid being burned alive. The passage to the lower level was completely closed by fire, and most of the crew members on the lower level were sealed.
Chapter completed!