“Buzz buzz…”

A low and powerful roar echoed in the night sky, and huge B-24 Liberator heavy bombers were flying over the clouds at a speed of 280 kilometers per hour. The roar of these bombers completely broke the tranquility of the night sky.

Huang Zikang sat up from his seat, stretched lazily, looked at the dark night sky around him and the bomber flashing with night navigation lights. He stretched out his left hand, and the fluorescent radar watch on his wrist showed that it was five:29 am.

Huang Zikang reached out and turned on the light above his head. Suddenly, a soft red light shone down from his head. Huang Zikang took out the map and a ruler, wrote and painted on the map for a while, and looked up to ask the radio station staff beside him, "Leizi, have you received the signal from Tokyo Radio Station?"

The second lieutenant who was wearing headphones shook his head: "It's not yet. I'm still searching for other frequencies to see if I can search for signals from other radio stations."

他的话音刚落,一阵日语就从旁边的音响里传了出来,“ここは东京放送局,今はみんなの朝のニュースを伝える(这里是东京广播电台,现在为大家播报早间新闻)……”

"Captain, I found the Japanese radio station!" Lei Zi shouted in surprise.

Huang Zikang also showed a hint of joy on his face. He immediately said, "Okay, lock their position immediately, and then measure our current position to see if it deviates from the course!"

"yes!"

Lei Zi quickly fiddled with the radio station in his hand. After a while, he looked up and said, "Captain, our current location is longitude XXX and latitude XXX. It is only a two-degree deviant from the course!"

Huang Zikang nodded with satisfaction: "Very good. Quickly correct the course and move towards Tokyo!"

Before the 1940s, aircraft navigation completely relied on one law, namely, speed determines mileage, and mileage determines coordinates. Coordinates determine areas, areas come from maps, and positioning completely relies on manual operations. Therefore, errors are very common, and the amount of error depends on the navigator's experience and technology. Especially sailing on the sea is even more dangerous. The so-called slight mistake is said to be a thousand miles away.

But humans are ultimately a smart animal. Someone soon came up with a way, which is to locate through broadcasts, measure the distance between themselves and the transmitting station through a fixed transmission station, and determine their precise direction. Therefore, the radio station staff kept searching for the frequency of ground broadcasts.

As the captain of the only heavy bomber brigade in the army, Huang Zikang naturally had the richest experience. Therefore, the missions of the navigator and the aircraft were naturally unstoppable.

Half an hour later, the white clouds in the sky slowly began to appear with fish belly patterns, and the sky began to brighten, and the entire formation began to appear in people's sight. This was a huge formation, with sixty huge B-24 Liberator bombers in the middle, which formed a diamond formation and flew towards the northeast. Around the Liberator bombers were thirty P-51 Mustang fighters.

Compared with the surrounding Liberator bombers, the petite Mustang fighter is like a doll next to the strong man. It looks very funny. The person who is responsible for the escort mission this time was the "Pacifier" squadron of the Second Air Division. Although the nickname of this squadron sounds funny, those who know them are very familiar with them. This squadron has very strong combat power.

Zhang Yang looked around lazily. A fighter plane was less than fifty meters away from him. The two little red flowers on the fuselage looked particularly eye-catching under the newborn sun. Zhang Yang knew that it was the location of his wingman. He wanted to talk to the camel through the radio, but when he thought of the silent command of the radio, he could only give up this idea.

Since the P-51D fighter adopts a fully sealed supercharged cabin structure, the deafening engine sounds of the heavy bombers outside cannot be transmitted into the cockpit. Only the calm and low sound of the Merlin V-1650 engine located in front of him cannot be transmitted into his ears.

Release the joystick and slowly stretched, feeling a sore feeling coming. Flying for six or seven hours for a row is a big challenge for any fighter pilot. After all, fighter jets are not like bombers who can fly on their behalf, especially when flying in dense formations, you must be careful. Otherwise, if you are not careful, you will collide with the surrounding fighter jets and turn into a dazzling fireball in the sky.

He twisted his neck and was about to relax his numb neck, suddenly Zhang Yang's eyes became a little dull, and then a burst of ecstasy surged into his heart.

"Coast, we see the coastline!" Zhang Yang's screams rang out in the cockpit.

At the same time, a calm voice came out from the headset, "Attention of all units, pay attention to all units! I am Colonel Huang Zikang, the commander of this operation. Now I announce the lifting of radio silence. Now we have arrived on the coast of Japan, and ahead is the Yokosuka Military Port in Japan, which is only more than fifty kilometers away from the destination Tokyo. Now all units are beginning to descend higher, and the escorts are starting to throw secondary fuel tanks."

"clear!"

Hearing the orders coming from his ears, all the fatigue of all the pilots, including Zhang Yang, was wiped out. Zhang Yang reached out and pressed a green button on his right hand. The two huge fuel tanks under the belly of the machine suddenly broke away from the belly and fell towards the ground.

The P-51D fighter is a very mature model in the Mustang series. Its maximum combat radius is 2,092 kilometers, and the distance from Fuzhou to the east longitude is about 1,900 kilometers. It should be sufficient, but to be on the safe side, the ground crew at the airport canceled the two 227-kilogram bombs originally hung under the belly of the aircraft and replaced it with a 500-kilogram secondary fuel tank. For a moment, the fighter jets located behind saw huge fuel tanks falling down one by one in the sky. The scene was spectacular...

The huge aircraft fleet flew over Yokosuka Port so swaggeringly, and the noise caused by the huge engine roar alarmed almost everyone in Yokosuka Port.

On the Aolong aircraft carrier in Yokosuka Port, a sleepy middle-aged man opened his eyes and scolded: "After that army started training so early, don't they know that it is very impolite to disturb people's sleep?"

After saying that, the middle-aged man covered his quilt and wanted to continue sleeping, but he didn't expect that the roar in the sky not only did not go far away, but instead became louder and louder, and finally his ears buzzed.

"Bagayalu, I want to see which bomber unit is training. I must have just asked his commander to complain to them!"

The middle-aged man could no longer hold back and quickly picked up his military uniform from the edge of the bed and put it on. Three minutes later, he, who was well-dressed, picked up his command knife and telescope and ran out of the cabin and came to the deck of the aircraft carrier. At this time, the deck was already full of awakened sailors, and they were pointing and talking nonstop at the black dots in the sky.

"Hello Commander Yuhuan!"

"Good morning, Commander Yuhuan!"

When the middle-aged man came to the deck, the soldiers around him immediately saluted and greeted him when they saw him. It turned out that the middle-aged man was Yu Huan Chan, the commander of the first squadron of the Japanese Navy Combined Fleet.

Yu Huanchan ignored these people. He had a bad temper after being disturbed by sleep. He opened the crowd and walked to a place where there were fewer people. He raised his telescope and began to look up. At this time, the group of aircraft in the sky had already flew over their heads and was about to disappear into the sky.

The telescope in Yu Huanzan's hand was not Japanese goods, but he paid a lot of money out of his own pocket. The German-made Zeiss high-power telescope he bought was very clear, so he could clearly see the marks of the belly of the plane flying in the sky at the end. A clear flag with blue sky and white sun on the ground instantly caught his eye, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"Bagaya Lu, that's not an imperial plane!"

Yu Huan Chan was walking alone in a remote alley in the dark, and suddenly screamed like a masked gangster.

"Quick...quick...quick...quick sound the battle alarm! sound the battle alarm!"

Yu Huan Chan's sudden scream made everyone around him at a loss. An officer asked in confusion: "Commander Yu Huan, what did you say?"

"Nani? Chinese metropolitan group?" The soldiers around were all shocked for a moment. More than a hundred years was a long time, and many Japanese soldiers never thought that the local area would be invaded.

Seeing that the people around him did not respond for a moment, Yu Huanzang roared in anger, and reached out to slap the officer in front of him: "Bagayalu, you idiot, I mean, you immediately sound the battle alarm, don't you understand? The one who flew over just now was not the imperial plane, they were the Chinese group of aircraft!"

Everyone around was stunned for a few seconds, and then almost everyone was boiling at the same time. The seven or eight hundred people on the deck boiled almost like boiling water. Soon, waves of shrill alarm sounded at the port...

Japan Tokyo Base Camp Operations Command

"Moshimoshi, the base camp combat headquarters here, I am Saburo Nakai. Is there anything wrong with you? Nani... The Chinese fighter planes are flying in like Tokyo? What are you kidding? You must know that lies about military information and you have to go to the military court!"

The first time this Saburo Nakai reported was that this must have been a prank call from some bastard. When he was about to continue speaking, a harsh alarm sounded nearby...

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Chapter completed!