Yang Mingyun sensed that there were no bullets, so he quickly jumped up and ran towards the ventilation hut on the roof, when the sound of police cars drifting in the wind. Listening to the voice, the police are not too far from here.

Yang Mingyun held the gun in his right hand, the hammer was open, and he circled around the ventilation hut cautiously, and did not find anyone.

Suddenly, Yang Mingyun found a rope tied to the left of the railing on the edge of the roof, and the rope hung diagonally down the outer wall.

Yang Mingyun rushed forward to see that there was an emergency staircase leading to the ground on the sixth floor; The lower end of the rope was tied to the railing of the emergency staircase on the sixth floor.

Yang Mingyun cursed in his mouth, folded the hunting knife and put it in his pocket. Press and hold the keystroke with your thumb and pull the trigger. Then slowly relax your thumb to bring the hammer back to a safe position, and finally insert the pistol into the belt of your pants. The empty pistol was already tied to the right leg when he was dressed.

Yang Mingyun reached out and grabbed the rope tied to the iron railing, he knew that the guy who threw the grenade into the bedroom must have slid down the rope to the emergency staircase, and then used the emergency staircase to escape.

Yang Mingjun decided to escape through the emergency staircase before the police surrounded the house. The police car was so slow to dispatch, I wonder if it was related to the air raid siren.

At this time, there was a brilliant red light in the distance, it should be the anti-aircraft guns on the ground that opened fire on the Japanese planes that were attacking at night, and the Japanese planes dropped bombs and exploded quickly, Yang Mingyun recognized that it was the direction of the power plant, and couldn't help frowning.

Due to the fact that radar stations and observation posts were scattered along the coast of China, as well as a large number of anti-aircraft batteries, Japanese aircraft launched several unsuccessful air strikes against China, but suffered heavy losses. In Yang Mingyun's impression, the Japanese army rarely launched night attacks, let alone against Beijing, the heavily fortified Chinese capital. And this time. Judging from the battle scene in front of him, the scale of the night attack was obviously not small. It was to surprise him a little.

Overhead, there was the roar of planes passing by. Yang Mingjun knew that it was a Chinese night fighter squadron dispatched, and he knew that this night attack by the Japanese would not last long, so he no longer cared about the battle in the sky.

In general, it is necessary to go up the emergency staircase. You have to go through the emergency doors on the sixth floor or below, and now there is a rope between the roof and the emergency staircase. Then he simply decided to slide off the rope.

Yang Mingyun habitually pulled the rope hard to check whether its strength was enough to bear a person's weight, but he didn't expect to snort. The rope was broken. He almost sat on the ground and cursed loudly in anger.

The rope broke about two meters from the roof railing. Looking at the broken ballast, it is obvious that it has been cut with a knife.

After the enemy fled to the emergency staircase, it was estimated that Yang Mingyun would also use this rope, so he cut the rope with a knife.

The roaring sirens and fire-truck bells are getting closer. Yang Mingyun hurriedly ran down the sixth floor from the roof.

The doors of several houses in the building were open, and some men and women stuck their heads out. I was scared and wanted to see it, but when I saw Yang Mingyun running down the stairs murderously. Frightened, he hurriedly retracted his head back into the door.

The electric bell of the alarm on the emergency door should have been removed, or the door should be opened after cutting the wire, but now that the situation is urgent, Yang Mingyun directly pulled the door bolt and opened the emergency door.

The alarm rang loudly, Yang Mingyun ignored it, jumped up the emergency stairs, ran down quickly, and dialed out the "white python" with his right hand.

Yang Mingyun ran down the emergency staircase to the third floor, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a muzzle flame flashing through a black hole window in another building thirty meters away. In an instant, his body contracted violently, and he leaped into the air towards the stairs below the fifth step. A bullet flew. and still cut off the garment of his belly under his ribs. Then came the sound of a rifle that shook the building. …,

The impact of Yang Mingyun's ribs was several times more powerful than the strongest boxer in the heavyweight class. He spun like a spinning top in the air and fell down several stairs as he fired a shot.

Three rapid-fire shots were fired from the "White Python", but only one gunshot sounded. From the window of the black hole in the adjacent building, through the earth-shattering gunshots, Yang Mingyun heard the sound of gunshots drilling into the solid.

An extremely short carbine with a telescopic scope fell out of the window. Yang Mingyun ran down the stairs. He walked through alley after alley and escaped from the police. When he ran a long way, Yang Mingjun stopped and raised his hand to stop a taxi. Taking this taxi, Yang Mingjun returned to the headquarters.

"You're not dead yet, are you?" **Asked angrily over the phone.

"I just got shot, but now it's fine......"

Yang Mingyun reported the matter to ** in detail.

"Well done. However, if I could get paid like you, I wouldn't care if I got hurt. Ha, haha......" There was a ** laugh on the phone.

"Oh, is it? Then you can just give it a try. Hey, I'd like to ask a question, it took a long time for the police car to arrive after I fired the first shot in the woman's apartment. Thanks to this, I interrogated for a long time, did you manage to stop the police? ”

"It's not. According to the police report, the manager of the green apartment died, he was strangled to death, the cartilage in his throat was crushed, and he was thrown into a cabinet in his own room. ”

"Oh, I see. Not because of the bombing of the Japanese? ”

"It's not easy for the Japanese to bomb Beijing, I just asked, the damage is very slight and negligible, and the blow to us is mainly psychological. I guess your dad is going to have a good deal this time."

"Haha, it's not easy for him to send Biao back."

"What are you going to do next?"

"Find the proprietress of the 'Aiyuexuan' bar and make love to her."

"Don't die if you see a woman, I can't spare you if you make a mistake." ** Laughed again.

There were sporadic explosions outside, Yang Mingyun turned his head to look out the window, he saw a thick searchlight column shooting straight into the night sky, a Japanese bomber may have been hit by anti-aircraft fire on the ground or night fighters, burning like a torch and falling to the ground, turning into huge fireworks.

"What a beautiful fireworks ......"

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing ......" Yang Mingyun imagined his father's angry appearance, but his father's face was somehow so blurry.

"Another fight was lost." The ** on the phone apparently noticed this scene as well. "I really want to fly a plane to the sky and try the taste of killing enemies!"

"It's really a shame for the Huaxia Air Force to let an old man like you fight in the sky." Yang Mingjun said with a smile. "Still. If you were Japanese, you might have this opportunity. ”

"Yes! Those who can fly to the skies above Beijing must be hard hands. ** sighed, "Look at this." I guess they will have a hard time going back. ”

Yang Mingyun saw a plane falling from the sky in flames, illuminated by searchlights. He could vaguely recognize that it was a Japanese "Gale" fighter jet, and thought that the planes might have come from a Japanese aircraft carrier on the sea. His brow furrowed again.

"How bold they are! What the Navy is doing! ”

"You're saying that these Japanese planes are coming from the sea?" Heard his words. Immediately asked.

"Yes, and I suspect that Beijing is not the only place that has been hit by air strikes." Yang Mingjun said.

As soon as the sky was bright, over the fields on the outskirts of Tianjin, there was the roar of airplanes. …,

At this time, a group of 10 bombers, barely lined up, was flying southeast under the leadership of the Japanese ace pilot Kitai Shiro Shaosa.

These planes were the survivors of the Japanese bomber group after completing another round of air strikes on Beijing. Aircraft carriers that are preparing to return to the sea.

At this time, when the group was passing over a high mountain, it suddenly encountered an interception by eight "swiftlet" fighters of the Chinese Air Force. The two sides immediately seized the advantage and launched a fierce battle.

Shiro Kitai is a major in the Army Air Corps. Born in a military family in northern Japan, his dream since childhood was to be a glorious imperial official. The martial spirit is an ancient virtue in Japan, and the wandering samurai was a hero in the minds of many Japanese teenagers at the beginning of this century, so it was only natural that the young Kitai Shiro was admitted to the Army Non-commissioned Officer School, and later graduated from the Army Aviation School and became an excellent trainee pilot.

In terms of personality, the young Kitai Shiro was not a cruel and ruthless person by nature, on the contrary, he was compassionate, willing to help others, and knew more about Western humanities. He was a good reader, a clever and studious, having read works by Hegel, Darwin, Nietzsche, Aristotle and Shakespeare, but he was also a descendant of the Yamato people who grew up in traditional Japanese culture. He loved Japan, longed for Japan to be strong, and believed in the theory of power politics, so he swore allegiance to the emperor and supported Japan's policy of expansion in Asia and the Pacific and the whole world. In order to realize the ideal of being an air hero, Kitai Shiro worked hard to study air combat skills, won many championships in the air combat technology competitions held regularly by the Japanese military department, and was rated as one of the best fighter pilots in Japan.

However, Kitai Shiro Shaosa, who was highly skilled in air combat, privately did not approve of the arbitrary slaughter of civilians and opposed the bombing of civilian targets unrelated to the war. Because in Shaozo's view, the purpose of war is only to destroy the war machine of the enemy country, not to eliminate the common people, and this simple war thinking has more or less infiltrated some spiritual elements of Western humanism.

But as soon as the war machine is in motion, the will of the individual is drowned.

After the outbreak of the Pacific War, Kitai Shiro's Kwantung Army Flying Corps was ordered to switch to the South Seas, and in just two months, the Japanese army, with its strong air and ground superiority, broke the stubborn resistance of the Allied defenders, and occupied the Philippines, the Dutch East Indies, and British Malaya. During this period, Kitai Shiro Shaozo achieved excellent results in shooting down and damaging 19 enemy planes, and was commended by the Japanese military department.

In January 1943, Kitai Shiro Shaozo was ordered to lead 16 "Gale" fighters to cover 22 medium bombers to take off from the "Yunlong" aircraft carrier, and bomb Beijing together with other aircraft groups, but encountered the attack of the Chinese Air Force night fighters, although the bombing mission was completed, but his group also suffered great losses, 7 bombers were shot down, and 5 fighters were lost. Now, on the way back, it was intercepted by Chinese fighter jets.

When Shiro Kitai, as the leader of the pilot, found that the Chinese fighter jets were sneaking in from the northeast under the cover of sunlight, his facial muscles moved, and a grim statue-like smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Come, cunning Shina! The powerful Japanese Imperial ** team must shoot down all of your Chinese planes, and no one can stop the victory of the Imperial ** team! The Japanese fighters quickly broke out of formation and met them. Immediately the sky was filled with dense machine-gun fire.

Although the Japanese aircraft have an absolute superiority in numbers. But the Chinese fighters had already taken the heights, and with four of them they tangled with the Japanese escort fighters, and the other four got into the bomber group and opened fire. Soon after the battle began, a Japanese bomber was hit and caught fire. But the well-trained bomber fleet was not chaotic. They returned fire from their aircraft machine guns while remaining in formation. Increase the horsepower and fly to the airspace to the southeast. …,

A few minutes later, another Japanese plane also crashed to the ground and exploded with a long trail of smoke.

Kitai Shiro's eyes suddenly turned red, and the fact that the bomber was shot down by the enemy was, of course, a dereliction of duty on the part of the escort pilots. Not to mention that there were only 8 enemy aircraft. He shouted, "Attack! ”。 While increasing the throttle, he bit the enemy plane and opened fire.

From the perspective of air combat, aircraft combat is different from ground combat: infantry combat often depends on the number of people and the configuration of firepower, and in addition to the above factors, aircraft depends to a greater extent on the performance of the aircraft and the individual skills of the pilot. Before the appearance of Japan's famous "Gale" fighters, the main fighters of the Chinese army and navy were the "Qingluan," "Skylark," and "Swift," and later the "Swift" fighters and the "Woolly Rhinoceros" heavy fighters. Among them, the performance of the "Swiftlet" fighter is similar to that of the "Gale" fighter of the Japanese Navy and the "Hurricane" fighter of the Army. Since the aircraft are comparable in performance, the pilot's flying skills and combat skills have become the key factors that determine the victory or defeat of the air.

Pilots on both sides come and go, and artillery rumbles. Each of them brought their technical and tactical characteristics into full play. Japanese pilots have undergone rigorous training, have long flight hours, and have rich experience in air combat, while the Chinese Air Force is huge, and there are many professionally trained pilots in the military, and their technical and tactical level should not be underestimated. Therefore, when the fighters are mixed together to catch each other, it is difficult for the two warring sides to distinguish for a while.

Kitai Shiro had just bitten an enemy plane and was about to open fire when a string of tracer bullets passed over his head, forcing him to hurriedly make a tumbling to dodge. When he raised the nose and fired back at the attacker, he found that it was a "swiftlet" fighter with the logo of a long plane, and it was rolling down to dodge machine gun fire in a beautiful and skilful RAF maneuver, that is, rolling down to dodge machine gun fire, and then hitting another Japanese bomber accurately in an instant.

Kitai Shiro immediately saw that this was a well-trained and dangerous opponent. The Japanese bomber was already emitting black smoke, and the "swiftlet" fighter drew a short arc in the air and turned to the back of the bomber.

The Chinese fighter gave up the attack on the Japanese bomber, and one rolled upwards to escape the artillery fire, and Kitai Shiro increased the throttle to catch up and bite. The two planes went back and forth, and the pilots of both sides tried their best to fight from an altitude of several thousand meters to a low altitude, and from the top of the mountains all the way to the boundary of the plains, but they still failed to distinguish the winner from the loser.

A fortuitous factor led to the outcome of this vicious battle in the air.

Shiro Kitai's landline malfunctioned at this critical moment. His engine began to slow down, his maneuvering was not very flexible, and the needle of the barometer dropped rapidly, so the abominable "swiftlet" fighter took the opportunity to hit him from the side and rear. The Japanese plane was wounded and smoked and had to quickly slide out of the battle. It seemed that the "Swiftlet" fighter would also run out of gas, so it did not chase and went straight back to base.

With his superb skills, Shiro Kitai controlled the injured plane and made a successful forced landing in a flat wheat field. He jumped out of the cockpit to quickly put out the fire, and then was surprised to find that the engine was still spinning, and the reason for the inflexible control stick was that the tail was cut off by shrapnel.

This discovery undoubtedly brought new hope for him to return to the blue sky.

His fleet was long gone, and the sky was quiet and high. The place where he landed was a desolate wilderness, with flat fields and rivers near and far away, and rolling hills and a few small villages in the sun farther away. The sweet smell of cooked breakfast was reminded of the chrysanthemum-filled fields of the Fukushima Plains in northern Japan, where he was in his hometown. But this is not his country after all, and the Chinese may send infantry to hunt down Japanese pilots at any time, so he must seize this precious opportunity to fight for the repair of the plane and fly back again.

When Shiro Kitai, a 38-year-old pilot and a Japanese father of four, was immersed in repairing his bullet-riddled broken plane, there was a slight noise on the ground beside him. Shao Zuo pulled out his pistol and counted, a total of seven bullets. According to the Emperor's Edict, he must fight the enemy to the end, and the last bullet is reserved for himself.

There was also the round face of a Chinese boy in the snowy land, and the child's eyes flashed with fear and alertness. The Japanese pilot waved to the boy with his gun behind his back, but the boy took two steps back and fled with a leap of speed.