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Chapter 385 Strong Wind ()
Huishan Pier.

The lieutenant, who had a bright red slap mark on his face and was slightly swollen, brought Miura Yoshi to a Type 95 water reconnaissance aircraft.

"Miura-kun."

The lieutenant spoke vaguely.

"I know."

Miura Yoshi nodded and started boarding the plane without saying any more nonsense.

Seeing that Miura Yoshi was so knowledgeable, the lieutenant left without saying anything.

He really didn't want to stay with Miura Yoshi for even one second, because that would only highlight how short-sighted and incompetent he was.

After the lieutenant left, Miura Yoshi in the cockpit began to carefully look at the Type 95 water reconnaissance aircraft.

Once upon a time, Miura Yoshi's dream was to be able to fly the new Type 95 water reconnaissance aircraft, or even the Type 96 fighter jet.

But such an impulse was just a momentary thought. Under his control, the Type 95 water reconnaissance aircraft was still flying towards Zhabei District and towards the Zhu family's mansion.

Miura Yoshi controlled his mood, operated the Type 95 water reconnaissance aircraft, and started the third flight today.

There was no need for the lieutenant to explain. Miura Yoshi also knew what his mission was, so he continued flying to Zhabei to find out the location of the air defense force for his own side.

"The Marine observation post has been dispatched and is approaching the target area."

The sounds of voices taking turns ringing around Miura Yoshi's ears made it feel quite noisy.

"Is the bait ready?"

Names such as "Broom Star" and "God of Plague" were also attached to Miura Yoshi, which almost reduced him to the point where everyone shouted for beatings.

But there was no escape for him.

He is now the Fourth Air Force, no, even the shame of the entire Third Fleet. Even if he can still survive this time, there will be similar missions waiting for him next time.

Why did the lieutenant do this?
Miura Yoshi looked at the radio equipment, and then silently put on the headphones.

Originally, Miura Yoshi thought that he had found the traces of the other party, which could be regarded as a meritorious service, and he would not be assigned to death tasks again.

"After the artillery fire correction is completed, as long as the target is confirmed, the fire strike can be launched immediately."

However, reality gave him a slap in the face, because Yamashita Shichiro's two groups were responsible for the shooting down of the "escort" crew, and the dissatisfaction of the people in the Fourth Aviation Detachment with Miura Yoshi also rose to a new level.

"It's interesting. Are you coming again?"

But his vehicle has always been the old Type 94 water reconnaissance aircraft, which has not changed since he entered service.

I never thought that my dream would come true under such circumstances.

There are no more than three things.

For a moment, Miuraji had the urge to destroy everything.

Miura Yoshi thought of such a Chinese idiom in his mind, and he felt that his chance of survival this time would be extremely slim.

The attitude of his teammates and superiors made Miura Yoshi keep in his stomach the clues he originally wanted to discover about the characteristics of the air defense force, as well as the ways he had concluded that might be able to deal with the opponent's attacks.

In the Zhu family's mansion, Lu Feng became interested while listening to the plain language conversation on the radio station.

After shooting down the two Japanese planes just now, Lu Feng accidentally discovered that the Japanese fleet's artillery fire did not hit him immediately.

Instead, after waiting for more than ten minutes, the location confirmation message came from the radio, followed by a not-so-violent artillery strike.

This weird operation confused Lu Feng.

And after the failure of the previous operation, the Japanese were not discouraged at all and continued?
Even if you are axious, you can't be so cynical, right?
"I feel like the Japanese are taking some big action."

Zhang Chu suddenly said.

"How to say?"

Lu Feng looked at Zhang Chu, and Zhang Chu simply stated his inference:

"Battal Commander, think about it, with the strength we have shown, we are just an air defense force. If the Japanese planes don't fly towards us, the threat to us is not great.

But now the Japanese are insisting on us, which is very wrong. unless."

"Unless they are going to carry out a large-scale bombing on our side next, we must eliminate our force that can pose a threat to their aircraft in advance."

"That's what it means."

Lu Feng looked at Zhang Chu in front of him. Although Zhang Chu was an engineering student, it could be seen from the fact that he could lead the Red Party to develop and fight in the base area that his military qualities were not bad.

After a brief thought, Lu Feng recognized Zhang Chu's judgment, and then he asked Zhang Chu to immediately send a message to the headquarters to prepare the frontline offensive troops to beware of possible Japanese air force bombing.

And he himself left the bunker, preparing to eat the "bait" sent by the Japanese.

Lu Feng also knew that this would attract artillery fire from the Japanese army, but this was the effect he wanted. Lu Feng wanted to attract and consume the Japanese army's limited ammunition reserves as much as possible.

Reduce pressure on the national army fighting on other fronts.

In addition, Lu Feng also wanted to express his attitude to the Japanese:

In Chinese airspace ahead, Japanese aircraft are prohibited from flying!
As for Lu Feng's own safety, with the cover of the bunker and the armor on his body, Lu Feng believed that he could still protect himself to a certain extent.

Not to mention that the Japanese didn't know what happened. The heavy artillery seemed to have suddenly stopped firing, and the shells they fired were not very powerful.

And how can there be absolute safety in things like war?

Just like what Lu Feng said when he switched defenses that night, Lu Feng was also prepared to die on the battlefield.

He has to wait until he has completed these three months before conserving his strength and pursuing future matters.

The fight is just one breath! Standing in the empty yard of the Zhu family's mansion, Lu Feng looked at the eastern sky.

There, a Japanese aircraft with plaster flags on its wings was slowly flying over.

Lifting the sight glass, Lu Feng began to calculate parameters and prepare to shoot.

In the sky, Miura Yoshi looked at the target getting closer and closer, feeling surprisingly calm.

He seemed to have a premonition that he would not be able to return this time.

How will you be treated when you go to hell? Will he meet his younger brother? How long will it take for my parents to come down and meet me?

There were many thoughts in his mind, but Miura Yoshi's eyes were fixed on the house on the ground.

Relying on the pilot's excellent eyesight, Miura Yoshi could vaguely see the human-shaped shadow in the yard through the gap between the rain curtain.

'What is that? '

Before Miura Yoshi's thought flashed through his mind, he saw dazzling firelights lighting up on the strange object.

"Confirm target location!"

Miura Yoshi shouted on the radio, then pulled the throttle to the bottom and turned the tail rudder and flap.
Wing, the Type 95 water reconnaissance aircraft flipped over under his control, and the main part barely avoided the barrage fired by Lu Feng.

"Oh~"

Lu Feng on the ground also shouted in shock.

He didn't expect that the slap in the face would come so quickly, and that the Japanese pilot's skills were so good that he could avoid it.

Although Lu Feng wanted to change another magazine and shoot down the aircraft with smoke coming from the tail, Zheng Shusen had already sent a signal that the Japanese artillery bombardment had begun, and the shells were probably halfway there.

So Lu Feng didn't bother to see what happened to the plane, and simply hid in the bunker to avoid the next bombardment.

"Boom boom boom"

Just as Lu Feng jumped into the bunker, intensive artillery fire covered the Zhu family mansion and the surrounding area of ​​several hundred meters.

For a time, the earth shook.

In the sky, Miuraji didn't have time to celebrate his surviving life.

Because he discovered that although he had steered the plane to avoid most of the barrage, a few shells still hit the tail part of the plane, completely destroying the tail rudder.

At this time, the Type 95 water reconnaissance aircraft had completely lost control and was falling towards the ground in a hovering posture.

"I can't die, I want to live! I want to live!"

Miura Yoshi shouted wildly and controlled the plane to hover as continuously as possible, trying to make an emergency landing on the ground.

But the plane no longer obeyed his orders at this time. No matter how hard he tried, the Type 95 water reconnaissance plane still swooped down at a height of dozens of meters above the ground and fell into the west of Xingyi Villa. In a house.

"How's the situation?"

"Be careful, that devil is not dead yet."

"Stay back, be careful he hurts others."

"How about killing him directly?"

"It's better not to do that. I think people from the government will be here soon. Let's move first."

In the cockpit that had turned into a pile of wreckage, Miura Yoshi's eyes were dim due to the red vision caused by the rapid fall and the damage caused by the impact. He could only hear the voices of a group of people in his ears.

"help me!"

Miura Yoshi spoke weakly.

"what did he say?"

"It seems like he's asking for help."

"Do you want to save the Japanese too?"

"Leave it to the people in the government to handle it."

"Please, help me!"

Miura Yoshi felt his body getting weaker and weaker, struggled and shouted again.

At this moment, a voice sounded not far from Miura Yoshi:

"You want us to save you, so what price are you willing to pay?"

"Mr. Hua, isn't this bad?"

"Yes, Mr. Hua, he is a Japanese."

"Okay, let me handle this matter. I will report it to my superiors."

That "Mr. Hua" suppressed the voices of others.

Then Miura Yoshi's ears became quiet, and only the sound of the burning wreckage of the plane was "cracking".

"You haven't thought about it yet? Our time is very limited."

Mr. Hua seemed a little impatient and urged.

In the cabin, Miura Yoshi felt his increasingly meager vitality, and thought about his experiences in the army, and finally gave his answer:
"My everything."

(End of this chapter)