The Sino-Japanese naval and air battle that took place in the Taiwan Strait was unprecedented, and the Japanese naval fleet, known as the largest military power in Asia, was hit hard by the Chinese air force for the first time. The bulky Japanese warships were like a swarm of slow-moving turtles dodging on the river, constantly casting smoke screens, and despite the dense anti-aircraft fire, they still could not get out of their predicament. Batch after batch of Chinese planes flew over the vast sky, sometimes pulling up and sometimes diving, blowing up the enemy ships in flames and billowing smoke.

Later generations of tacticians have made a special analysis of this battle, and believe that if it were not for "Handley? If the "Peti" bomber was not a large aircraft for dive bombing, this air and sea battle should have had a more exciting outcome. With air supremacy, Chinese aircraft can be said to have the upper hand, and they have the possibility or every chance to create a glorious historical record that future generations will be extremely proud of, that is, the total annihilation of the Japanese fleet, including the battleship "Sagami" and a number of cruiser destroyers.

As the first official sea and air war in human history, history still left a certain regret for the Chinese.

At that time, the pilots of the Chinese Air Force lacked actual combat training in dive bombing, and although the tactical level of the pilots was not much different from that of the British and American pilots, it was the first time that such an attack operation was carried out, so many bombs fell into the sea. What's more, "Handley? The maximum bomb load of the Pedy bomber was only 2,000 pounds, which is a lot in the current era, but it is still a little less for a battleship with a strong armor.

But history did not discredit the Chinese, and for the battleship "Sagami", which also came from Russia, such a blow was still an unbearable weight in its life.

The battleship "Sagami" was originally the battleship "Peresvet" of the 1st Russian Pacific Fleet. The "Peresvet" class battleship is a first-class battleship built by the Russian Navy in 1895, with a displacement of 13,500 tons, a maximum speed of 18 knots, and is equipped with two twin Vickers 254 mm 45 times the diameter main gun. The ship was hit by a Japanese shell fired from the 203rd Heights during the Battle of Arthur Mouth, entered the water and sank. Later, it was captured by the Japanese army, salvaged out of the water, and towed to Sasebo for repairs, and entered service with the Japanese Navy, renamed "Sagami", and the ship was classified as a first-class battleship. In 1915, during the Japanese invasion of China, he participated in the blockade of China's coastal areas, and was later stationed in Taiwan.

An old ship like the "Sagami" should not have taken on such a combat mission, but due to the heavy losses of the Japanese Navy during World War I, not only did the capital ship destroy many ships, but also the auxiliary ships suffered heavy losses. Due to the shortage of ships and the fact that the country's newly built warships were not put into service, in order to deeply tap the potential of the old equipment, the "Sagami" was also reopened.

But this time, "Sagami" finally came to the end of its life.

War is not only a contest of gods, but also a contest of national strength and technology, and the red-eyed Chinese pilots bravely and fearlessly launched fierce attacks again and again, and the "Sagami" was hit by six giant bombs in succession, turning into a floating island burning on the sea.

Seeing the tragic scene of the Japanese sailors covered in fire howling and struggling to jump into the sea, Dong Jintao's heart was full of revenge.

Just as Dong Jintao was finishing dropping bombs and trying to pull the plane up, a spinning anti-aircraft shell from the Japanese destroyer Shè unfortunately hit his plane. Second Lieutenant Dong Jintao only had time to see a dazzling fireball suddenly rise in front of him, and with a dull dull sound, he felt that the cào longitudinal rod in his hand suddenly became lighter and softer, and the familiar roar of the engine disappeared at once, and the surroundings became quiet. He suddenly felt very tired, as if he had just gone through a long journey and walked a long mountain road, and he felt that he did not even have the strength to lift his hand, so the young lieutenant sighed deeply, and slid silently into the endless thick chaos......

"Handley? The "Peji" bomber dragged black smoke, and Zhao Zhigang, the co-pilot who was injured at the same time, insisted on driving to Changqing Airport in Fuzhou for an emergency landing, and the plane was saved. However, the pilot Dong Jintao died a heroic martyrdom and was posthumously awarded the rank of lieutenant at the age of 28.

On this day, the arrogant Japanese fleet was bombarded with unprecedented intensity by Chinese planes, and the Chinese Air Force flew more than 200 sorties of various warplanes, including the Fourth Air Group which made 80 sorties in a row, sinking the Japanese battleship "Sagami" and the cruiser "Asama," as well as five destroyers and six transport ships, and did not return home until dark. The next day, the Chinese Air Force went to Keelung again to bomb, and although Japanese fighters took off to meet them, five Chinese bombers were shot down, but they still caused serious losses to Japanese ships and transport ships in Keelung Harbor. ,

After that, the Chinese Air Force launched an all-out attack, shooting down and damaging 22 enemy planes, damaging and sinking more than 10 Japanese ships, and Chinese bombers and escort fighters were shot down and damaged by Japanese artillery fire, and a total of 15 were damaged, killing more than 20 people.

The scale and achievements of the naval and air war against Japan over the Taiwan Strait are the first in China's history, and they are enough to make all the descendants of Yan and Huang raise their eyebrows.

After that, the number of Chinese planes attacking Taiwan increased, and the Japanese planes fought fewer and less, and the Japanese fleet in Taiwan suffered heavy losses, and the surviving ships finally withdrew from the island of Taiwan, and the threat of the Japanese troops stationed in Taiwan to the southeast coast of China was completely removed.

As a colony looted by Japan from China, the Chinese on the island of Taiwan saw the hope of returning to their motherland from the fighter planes flying through the sky.

The same thing was happening in another Japanese colony.

North Korea, Pyongyang.

Yoshida Chūnko heard a roar in the sky, and she looked up at the sky to see countless small planes with hideous dragon heads painted on their fuselages and large planes with black and red double sè "human" patterns painted on their wings passing overhead. She couldn't help but shudder and hugged the sleeping child in her arms.

At this time, the golden sunset was burning on the spire of the shrine in the distance, the streets were lined with tall thorny trees, and the bells of several carriages rang one after another, and the people on the carriages sensed the danger and fled to safety in a panic shouting at the servants.

It's all like in a dream.

Born in a big city in Japan, she never imagined that the Chinese would one day build so many planes.

It may have been the roar of the plane that woke the child, who cried in her arms.

"Oh...... Wenzi is good, don't cry, don't cry......"

What she was holding in her arms was the bones left by the great leader of the Chinese ** Party.

Yoshida chūnko gently coaxed the child, ignoring the planes flying in the sky, and her calm and calm appearance attracted the surprised eyes of many passers-by.

Yoshida Chūnko saw two White Russian soldiers who had come to Korea with the squadron throwing ill-intentioned glances at her, she glanced at each other coldly, and walked towards her residence with the child in her arms.

In Yoshida's mind, what remains of Pyongyang, the former capital of North Korea, is a garbage dump of various ethnic groups.

Yoshida's father ran a lumber company in Harbin, China, at an early age, and Yoshida spent his childhood there.

Yoshida Chūnko still remembers that in Harbin, when it snows, the streets are a world of silver. Through the glass-paneled windows, a few rays of sunlight can shine inside. In the cold and unusually cold winter, the big stove became an indispensable thing in life, and the disemboweled wild jī and wild deer were tied up and hung in a row under the long eaves of the kitchen.

But now, everything has changed.

When Yoshida was very young, his father's company was forcibly occupied, and his father later found an official position in the Ministry of Construction. The family moved from Tokyo to Mukden, from Mukden to Harbin, and now to Pyongyang, North Korea.

Not long ago, as war loomed, my father and brother re-enlisted in the army and were soon sent to the battlefields of China.

Only he and his fatherless son are left here, staying here with their mother and sister.

Only a little more than a month has passed, and death is approaching day by day.

Yoshida still remembers the surprise and surprise of people when the first Chinese bomber appeared over Pyongyang.

In the eyes of the Japanese, who have always looked down on China, the appearance of this scene is tantamount to a myth.

But Yoshida Chūnko, who has had a "special experience" in China, is not surprised by this scene.

Through her contact with the "high-tech warlord" and what she saw and heard there, she felt the changes he had brought to China.

And his act of letting go of himself and his children also allowed him to see another side of him that he did not know.

From the moment she left him, she had the feeling that if this person could control China, then in the future, this person would be the most dangerous enemy of the Japanese Empire.

And what is happening in North Korea now proves how correct my instincts were.

After the "Vladivostok Incident," Lieutenant General Huā Koichiro, Japan's supreme military commander in Korea, crossed the Yalu River with two divisions, but only a short time later, two more divisions were transferred across the river.

But soon the troops returned, and the number of them was less than a third of the original. ,

Since then, Chinese planes of all shapes and sizes have flown across the Yalu River every day, dropping countless incendiary bombs and bombs, or sweeping shè at low altitudes with machine guns.

And when people get used to this, death becomes commonplace.

As the squadron approached, the attitude of the Korean servants became rough and bad day by day, and then the defeat came. The army blew up the bomb yào library before retreating. The flames from the explosion caused huge fires in residential areas that lasted for days before they were extinguished, and billowing clouds of black smoke floated overhead, giving the impression that the world was coming. It was at this time. The Chinese's spirited mobile troops drove in in an earth-shattering manner.

Chinese soldiers carrying "huā machine guns" and steel chariots swarmed in, their mounts smashing the pavement of the streets. Martial law was soon introduced. People who go out after 10 p.m. are shot into honeycomb coals. The streets were littered with corpses swollen like watermelons. But anyway. With the arrival of a large number of Chinese and North Korean officials, their families, and Chinese and North Korean residents, law and order has gradually improved.

Yoshida Chūnko returned home.

The size of the house is large, and the balcony is planted with wild vines, which exude the fragrance of bauhinia huā, which makes Yoshida chūnko feel the taste of home.

The brick house that my father left to me and my mother miraculously escaped the requisition of the squadron and was well preserved.

But not every Japanese displaced by war or requisition was as fortunate as himself.

The luàn masses of Japanese had little choice but to pawn and sell their belongings to make ends meet, and the clothes and various items that represented their once glorious past were sold, and even the ancestral diamonds were pawned very cheaply, and the little money they received was exchanged for a pitiful amount of food.

Some Japanese children followed the buttocks of the White Russian mercenaries in the squadron on the street, pestering them to beg for food, "Let's get some potatoes, let's get some cigarettes, okay", while the blue-eyed Russian soldiers, deftly spitting melon seed skins, handed the children a huge black bread and soup with vegetable leaves floating on a thick layer of oil, and stroked their curly black hair.

Yoshida and her mother used to sell tofu, sweets, and cigarettes on the streets, earning little but enough to make ends meet. Her younger sister, Huāzi, works as a laundry worker at the squadron's station, and is able to earn a little more money.

According to information Huāzi heard from Chinese soldiers, the squadron was not able to capture all of Korea, and in the southern part of the Korean Peninsula, the Japanese army was putting up a fierce resistance.

From time to time, Yoshida could also see Japanese planes flying in the sky with sun insignia painted on their wings, but the number of these Japanese planes was so small that they often threw their bombs into a frenzy, and then fled after being chased by Chinese planes, and finally shot down.

Yoshida Chūnko still remembers that day a Japanese plane was hit and caught fire, fell into the yard of a neighbor's house and exploded, and the fire from the explosion burned to death more than a dozen Japanese who had taken refuge in the yard.

The choking smell of burnt corpses, chili peppers, and all sorts of ròuhúns in the air once made Yoshida chūnko and her mother vomit for a long time.

When Japanese planes flew in at night, Chinese soldiers would occasionally slam into the starry night sky. The red sè fire stream from the machine gun drew dazzling lines in the night sky, which looked particularly beautiful and enchanting.

She had also seen the White Russian soldiers, drunk with vodka, with their low guns hanging from their waists, struck the Japanese who were crawling forward on the ground with their pockets on their backs, killing them one by one.

The Japanese who were suffering here seemed to have been forgotten, and the Japanese government did not send ships to pick them up, and the Japanese in Korea were already impatient to wait, and after selling everything they had, in exchange for money, they gathered in gangs at the mouth of the Han River, preparing to flee to the south of Korea first.

Today is the day to leave.

Yoshida Chūnko and her mother and sister packed up their things and went to the meeting place.

On the endless river, there were only a few small sailboats, and many Japanese were crowded on them, and the afterglow of the setting sun stained their earthy yellow skin a blood-red sè. Yoshida's family easily squeezed onto the boat, and everyone had the same idea - as long as they could return to Japan, they could do anything. But soon, the sea gradually turned into a dark green sè, and the bōlàng on the sea became larger and larger, and the small sailing ships were sometimes thrown up and pulled down by the giants, and they were violently quite traveling. In the dim darkness, the fish leap out of the sea from time to time, and the white belly of the fish is terrifying, and occasionally one or two fish will scurry onto the sailboat. Everyone started vomiting incessantly, but because there were so many people on the boat, there was not even a space to lie down. On board, everyone ate rotten food and a pitiful amount of drinking water. As they approached the shore, the mast of the sailboat was interrupted by a fierce machine-gun sweep from the shore, and the people who sensed the approaching death went crazy, screamed in despair, and jumped into the rough sea. After about a week or so, the people who had survived stubbornly finally saw the flickering lights of the harbor in the distance with their tired eyes. ,

Once ashore, the group began the arduous march to the shelter in the ravine. At that time, everyone was so exhausted that they didn't even have the strength to speak, and they just moved forward step by step with what little will they had left. The lagging man collapsed on the side of the road in the mud, staring desperately at his fellow victims.

Finally arrived at the shelter. The body was sprinkled with disinfectant water, and it was thick enough to inject a needle into the horse's body for vaccination. Yoshida chūnzi lay on the blanket that Hu Luàn had laid on the ground with the child in his arms, and was reluctant to get up for a long time.

In this painful march, only those who were strong-willed and vigorous survived.

A Japanese military doctor once told Yoshida Chūnko that it was a miracle that they were able to evade the blockade of the squadron and come here.

Yoshida chūnko attributed this to the blessing of the leader's spirit in the sky.

Because she already knew from the mouths of the soldiers that the Chinese Navy had completely blocked the coast of Korea, and the mighty Imperial Japanese Navy seemed powerless about it.

When Yoshida's mother learned the news, she told her and her sister in despair that she would never see her hometown again.

But Yoshida Chūnko doesn't think so, and she is convinced that she can return to her hometown.

Miracles struck again, and soon they were transported by horse-drawn carriage to Busan, and then by foreign ships there to the port of Sasebo.