This Sino-Chinese naval and air battle in the Taiwan Strait was unprecedented, and the naval fleet, known as the number one military power in Asia, was dealt a heavy blow to the Chinese Air Force for the first time. The bulky warship was like a swarm of slow-moving turtles dodging on the river, constantly casting smoke screens, and despite the dense anti-aircraft fire, it still could not get out of its 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, believing 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 Chinese planes in their hands having air supremacy, it can be said that they have the full advantage, and they have the possibility or every chance to create a glorious historical record that future generations will be extremely proud of, that is, they will completely annihilate this fleet, including the battleship "Sagami" and a number of cruisers and 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 shell fired by the Japanese army from the 203 heights during the Battle of Lushunkou and sank in the water. Later, it was captured by the Japanese army, salvaged out of the water, and towed to Sasebo for repairs, and entered service in the Saimoto Navy, renamed "Sagami", and the ship was classified as a first-class battleship. In 1915, during the 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 because the navy suffered heavy losses during the First World War, not only did the main 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 spirit, but also a contest of national strength and science and technology, and the red-eyed Chinese pilots bravely and fearlessly launched fierce attacks with force after planes, and the "Sagami" was hit by six giant bombs one after another, turning it into a floating island burning on the sea.

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

Just as Dong Jintao was finishing dropping the bomb and trying to pull the plane up, a spinning anti-aircraft shell fired from the destroyer 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 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 fleet was bombed by Chinese planes as never before, and the Chinese Air Force flew more than 200 sorties of various warplanes, including the Fourth Air Group which made 80 sorties in succession, sinking the battleship "Sagami" and the cruiser "Asama," as well as five destroyers and six transports, and did not return home until dark. The next day, the Chinese Air Force went to Keelung again to bomb, and although five Chinese bombers were shot down and five Chinese fighters took off to meet them, they still caused serious losses to the 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 ships, and 15 Chinese bombers and escort fighters were shot down and damaged by the army's artillery fire, killing more than 20 people.

The scale and results of the naval and air battles 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 number of Chinese planes attacked became smaller and smaller, and the fleet in Taiwan suffered heavy losses, and the surviving ships finally withdrew from the island of Taiwan, and the threat posed by the Chinese troops stationed in Taiwan to China's southeast coast was completely removed.

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

The same thing is happening in another colony.

North Korea, Pyongyang.

Haruko Yoshida heard a roar in the sky, and she looked up at the sky, where countless small planes with hideous dragon heads painted on their fuselages and large planes with black and red "human" patterns painted on their wings passed 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 chaotically, and the people on the carriages sensed danger and fled to safety in a panic shouting at the servants.

It's all like in a dream.

Born in a big city, she never thought 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 flesh and blood left by the great leader of the Chinese Revolutionary Party.

Haruko Yoshida 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.

Haruko Yoshida 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 her child in her arms.

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

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

Haruko Yoshida 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 winter, the big stove became an indispensable thing in life, and the disemboweled pheasants and wild deer were tied up and hung in a row under the long eaves of the kitchen.

But now, everything has changed.

When Haruko Yoshida was very young, her father's company was forcibly occupied, and her 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.

He was the only one left, and his daughter, who had no father, with her mother and sister.

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

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

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

But Haruko Yoshida, 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 empire.

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

After the "Vladivostok Incident," Lieutenant General Tachibana Koichiro, the supreme military commander of the DPRK, 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 strafing low-altitude shots with machine guns.

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

As the Chinese [***] team approached, the attitude of the North Korean servants became rough and bad day by day, and then the defeat came. The army blew up the ammunition depot before retreating. The flames from the explosion caused huge fires in residential areas that lasted for days before they went out, billowing clouds of black smoke floating 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 "flower machine guns" and steel chariots swarmed in, and their mounts smashed 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 gradually improved.

Haruko Yoshida returned home.

The size of the house is large, and the balcony is planted with wild vines and exudes the fragrance of redbuds, which makes Haruko Yoshida feel the taste of home.

The brick house, which my father had left to me and my mother, miraculously escaped the requisition of the squadron and survived intact.

But not everyone who has been displaced by war or requisition is as fortunate as himself.

The chaotic people had little choice but to pawn and sell their belongings, and the brightly colored clothes and various items that represented their glorious past were sold, and even the ancestral diamonds were pawned very cheaply, and the little money they received in exchange for the pitiful amount of food was bought.

Some of the children were following the buttocks of the White Russian mercenaries in the middle [***] squad on the street, pestering them to beg for food, "Give me some potatoes!" Give me some cigarettes! Okay, okay! The blue-eyed, tall Russian soldiers, deftly spitting melon seed skins, handed the children a soup with huge black bread and a thick layer of oil with vegetable leaves, and stroked their curly black hair.

Haruko Yoshida used to sell tofu, sweets and cigarettes along the streets with her mother, earning little but enough to make ends meet. Her younger sister, Hanako, works as a laundry worker at the station of the squadron and earns a little more money.

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

From time to time, Haruko Yoshida could also see the planes with the sun emblem painted on the wings flying in the sky, but the number of these planes was too small, and they often threw the bombs they carried in a panic, and then fled under the chase of the Chinese planes, and finally were shot down.

Haruko Yoshida still remembers that one of the planes that day was hit and caught fire, fell into the yard of a neighbor's house and exploded, and the fire caused by the explosion burned to death more than a dozen people who had taken refuge in the yard.

The choking smell of burnt corpses, chili peppers, and all sorts of meat wafted through the air, and Haruko Yoshida and her mother vomited for a long time.

It is said that when the plane flies at night, Chinese soldiers will shoot at the starry night sky from time to time. The red flames shot from the machine guns drew dazzling lines in the night sky, making them look particularly beautiful and enchanting.

She had also seen the White Russian soldiers, drunk with vodka, shoot indiscriminately at the people who were crawling forward on the ground with their pockets on their backs, with their guns hanging low on their waists, and kill them one by one.

The people who were suffering here seemed to have been forgotten, and they did not send a ship to pick them up, and they were already impatient to wait for the people who were in Korea, and after selling everything and exchanging it 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 time to leave.

Haruko Yoshida and her mother and sister packed up their things and came to the meeting place.

On the endless river, there were only a few small sailboats, many of whom were crowded together, and the afterglow of the setting sun stained their earthy yellow skin a blood-red. Haruko Yoshida's family easily squeezed onto the boat, and everyone had the same idea - as long as they could return to Saimoto, they could do anything. But soon the sea gradually turned dark green, and the waves on the sea became bigger and bigger, and the small sailboat was sometimes tossed up and pulled down by the huge waves, and traveled violently. In the dim blackness, the sea fish leap out of the sea from time to time, and the white belly of the fish is creepy, and occasionally one or two 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 heavy machine-gun fire from the shore, and the people who sensed the approach of death went crazy, screaming 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 exhausted, and they didn't even have the strength to speak, but they just moved forward step by step with what little will they had left. The stragglers collapsed on the side of the road in the mud, staring desperately at their fellow victims.

Finally arrived at the shelter. His body was sprinkled with disinfectant and injected with needles thick enough to inject horses. Haruko Yoshida was lying on the blanket on the ground with the child in her arms, reluctant to get up for a long time.

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

A military doctor told Haruko Yoshida that it was a miracle that they were able to escape the blockade of the [***] team and come here.

Haruko Yoshida attributed this to the blessing of the leader's spirit in heaven.

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

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

But Haruko Yoshida doesn't think so, and she firmly believes 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.

(To be continued)