Obviously, the mission did not go as smoothly as expected. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as the bombers took off, they began to pull up.

Lifting up is not something that can be climbed all at once, it takes an extremely long stage.

Pilots need to adapt to increasing altitudes.

This is not to adapt to not be afraid of heights at this height, but to adapt to breathing.

As the altitude increases, oxygen becomes thinner, which is a big test for air crews without oxygen masks.

The problem arose when the flight altitude reached a predetermined altitude of 5,000 meters.

"Major Rychagov, I feel like I'm having trouble breathing, repeat, Major Rychagov, I feel like I'm having trouble breathing, I'm a little dizzy." A call came over the silent radio.

At this time, Rychagov was no better, flying at an altitude of 5000 meters, in order to maximize the range of the SB bomber.

He usually doesn't fly much at this altitude, and he is not very adaptable.

Just when Rychagov didn't know what to do, Wang Liang spoke, "Reduce the altitude of the plane to 3,600 meters." Suppress engine sounds. ”

"Wang, this won't work, the bomber doesn't have enough fuel, and we can't return after the mission." Rychagov rejected Wang Liang's decision.

The decrease in flight altitude means that the range is reduced, and the fuel consumption naturally increases greatly, so that there is no way to return home after the bombing mission.

It is estimated that the plane will run out of fuel not half of the flight.

"There is no problem with this, there is a mountain airport in Fuzhou, let Captain Geng Jihui contact their tower, we will land and refuel at their place later, and take off again to continue the mission after refueling." Captain Geng Jihui, please reply to me when you receive it. Wang Liang remembered that the Kuomintang had a small mountain airfield in Fuzhou, where fuel could be replenished, and the problem was easily solved.

To be honest, 5,000 meters is really uncomfortable.

Especially this kind of broken plane, there is no oxygen mask, it is simply nonsense.

The plan was too incomplete, but fortunately Wang Liang was witty.

"Received, sir, I'll contact Fuzhou immediately, over." In fact, Geng Jihui had been listening to the conversation between Wang Liang and Rychagov just now, but he didn't dare to interject.

Both of them are their own commanders, two majors, and they have no part to speak at all.

Now that he has an order, he just has to carry it out.

Rychagov listened to Wang Liang's solution, and there was no doubt, it was best to lower the altitude, and he felt that his head was also dizzy.

Sure enough, when the plane descended to 3600 meters, the situation was much better, and there was no longer a lack of oxygen for the pilots.

After flying for three and a half hours, we arrived at Fuzhou Mountain Airport smoothly.

Because Geng Jihui contacted the tower in advance, he gave a green light all the way, stopped, and refueled.

The staff at the airport are very positive and welcoming.

"Where's home?" In the temporary lounge, Wang Liang handed Geng Jihui a cigarette and accosted.

"Sir, I don't smoke. Changsha, Hunan. Geng Jihui shook his head and said he was not a smoker.

Wang Liang took a deep breath of cigarette, spit out a big smoke ring, and said: "The green Yuelu Mountain, the fiery red taste shrimp, the dark gray Mrs. of the Western Han Dynasty, a city that makes happy mountains and rivers." Changsha is a great place. ”

In fact, Wang Liang usually doesn't smoke, but he didn't have a good rest last night, and he flew for more than three hours just now, and he was a little tired.

So I grabbed a box of cigarettes and lit them in the pilot-only lounge to refresh myself.

"Thank you, Sir, for the compliment. The commander is Chinese, how can he be in the Soviet Air Force? Seeing that Wang Liang was a good talker, Geng Jihui couldn't help but ask curiously.

Wang Liang speaks fluent Chinese, and he doesn't look like a Chinese-Russian mixed race who has lived in the Soviet Union for a long time.

"Haha, I was sent to study at the Soviet military academy and temporarily joined the air force to carry out this mission. The devil still blew it up with his own hands, don't you say? Wang Liang smiled, there is nothing to hide from this Air Force captain.

"Oh, I see." Geng Jihui understood, it turned out to be the Communist Party.

Just when Geng Jihui wanted to continue to say a few words, the staff at Fuzhou Airport came to inform him: "Sir, the bomber's fuel has been refilled, the plane has also been checked, there is no problem, and it can take off immediately." ”

"Okay."

This mission is important, no one dares to delay time, since there is no problem with the plane, let's continue to go.

Starting from Fuzhou, it is to fly over the Taiwan Strait.

After flying for more than half an hour, the old driver Rychagov gave the order: "Now everyone listens to my orders, everyone listens to my orders, the plane drops to 1800 meters, to 1800 meters." ”

The purpose of lowering the aircraft to 1800 meters is to facilitate the re-climb to 5000 meters.

Flying over the Taiwan Strait is a matter of 50 minutes at most, and it is necessary to pull up the height, otherwise it will be easily discovered by the Japanese air defense forces.

That would be a live target for their ground anti-aircraft artillery.

At an altitude of 5,000 meters, the fog obscures it, the visibility is less than 2,000 meters, and the thermometer in the cabin reads only 4 degrees Celsius.

The first symptoms of hypoxia reappear, rapid pulse, dizziness, drowsiness.

"Comrades, comrades-in-arms, hold on for a while, and you will soon reach your destination." Wang Liang encouraged.

As soon as Wang Liang's words were finished, Rychagov cursed in annoyance: "Damn, there are thick clouds ahead, speed up and pass through the past, I hope this cloud is not long, otherwise how can we determine the target of the bombing." ”

Thirty-six warplanes whizzed by.

Fortunately, the clouds were not long, and after flying for less than a minute, a large window suddenly appeared in the clouds, and everyone appeared in the downtown area of Taipei.

"Attention, attention, three kilometers to the north is the target area for bombing, and three kilometers to the north is the target bombing area. In batches, in batches. ”

The formation of the fighters was changed according to the previous combat plan.

Decelerate, dive.

The gunners on the bombers nervously searched for enemy aircraft, but surprisingly, there were not a single enemy aircraft, and the anti-aircraft guns on the ground were silent.

It is clear that the stupid Japanese observation post thinks that it is their own people who are approaching the base,

The altitude dropped to 3,000 meters, and Wang Liang could see the fighter planes in the Songshan base at this time neatly lined up, and the hangar and huge oil storage tank stretched to the end of the airfield.

Large gray boxes full of airplane parts were scattered everywhere, and the arrogant little Japanese did not make any disguise.

"Fuck your little Japan." Although I didn't understand Wang Liang's national scolding, the pilots knew that it was an order to attack.

The SB bombers dropped the first bombs at an altitude of 3,000 meters, which fell into the swarm, unleashing a flame of revenge.

(To be continued.) )