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Interpret the flood of the four. The urban belt of www.biquge.info old Nanchang is almost connected with Nanchang City, and the 15-kilometer-long four-lane Payou Road is lined with dense shops, factories and enterprises. Since An Yi transferred the enterprises under his name in a high-profile manner, Jiang Xi Capital has entered one after another. Therefore, although the exhibition of the entire Nanchang area has been affected to a certain extent, its strength still exists. Other than that. In the face of the increasing threat of the Red Army, a large number of Central Army troops gathered in the surrounding area of Nanchang. There were no safety problems, shops were open as usual, and small factories were also open.

Driving from the old Nanchang to the city of Nanchang, there are many pedestrians and vehicles along the way, but you can still easily arrive within half an hour. An Yi came to the Jiangnan Hotel in Nanchang at 7 o'clock in the morning, and together with Cao Jinfu, the person in charge of the Jingwu Association, and Xu Yichen, the current head of the Nanchang Intelligence Station, he went to the Russian restaurant under the hotel for breakfast, and gave the two of them a face-to-face lecture on the matter of the Jiujiang Japanese overseas Chinese parade and how to deal with it.

The officials who came and went in the camp and the lieutenant generals and colonels greeted An Yi warmly, but many of them had unnatural faces, and their eyes showed worry, fear, anger or appreciation that could not be hidden.

An Yi pretended not to know, nodded politely and responded, but his steps were not slow at all, and he came to the conference room. Seeing that He Muqin, Xiao Yang Yongtai and other leaders of the camp and the government were not there, after asking the staff, I learned that He and Yang were in the office at this time to discuss behind closed doors, and the content was exactly what An Yi was going to commit in a bold and private manner, and today's regular meeting was estimated to be postponed.

An Yi had already called Chiang Kai-shek yesterday afternoon to ask for punishment and had not heard back from Chiang Kai-shek, this Xuan heard He Xiaoyang and the two of them behave like this, and said goodbye in annoyance, and went downstairs to call Shen Fengdao and Xiao Jiu's guard class, and the nine people did not stop and drove back to Lao Nanchang. "The car went out of town to the fork in the road to the airport. An Yi, who was irritable and depressed, ordered to go to the airport to practice his hands, Lin Yaodong laughed and commanded his deputy to turn right, Shen Fengdao also wanted to see how the new American aircraft of the Aviation Administration that had been flying in the past few days was doing, and no one remembered Lao Shoudao's Jiang Zhen warning last night.

The guard car in front saw that An Yi didn't follow. Hurriedly turned around and followed into the airport. When the airport guard saw An Yi's small license plate, he immediately raised the railing and saluted to let him go.

The two cars crossed the wide driveway on the east side and quickly drove towards the tarmac on the south side of the airport.

The standard apron with a radius of 3,000 square meters, two rows of hangars, an independent oil depot, two fuel trucks and four barracks still belong to An Yi, and a company of special guards is also an elite soldier under An Yi, but a big sign has been erected on the side of the sentry box: Nanchang Transfer Station of Southwest Aviation School.

Huang Yuyi has returned to the Southwest Aviation School in Qiancheng, Xiangxi, because the training tasks of the aviation brigade are extremely heavy, and the two pilots sent to fly An Yi are both captains and instructors with solid skills and more than 3,000 hours of flight time. When the two saw An Yi coming, they knew that An Yi was going to heaven to practice again. Captain Peng Zuliang stepped forward to salute, pointed to the Junkers special plane that was being maintained by the four service personnel, and said: "After the oil filling and maintenance is completed, the commander can use it with confidence."

An Yi nodded and entered the lounge, opened his locker, took off his military uniform, changed into his American-style colored flight leather suit, and after putting it on, he put on a flight cap with goggles attached to it and a new thickened canvas belt; He pulled out the special rifle with the ivory handle and skillfully inserted it into the leather holster on his belt, tidied it up, and strode out to the plane.

When recommending the Junker Chou reconnaissance plane, which usually reconnoiters and escorts, An Yi suddenly had a whim, turned around and walked directly to the wings to board the cabin.

The two ground crews who had completed the maintenance work had seen An Yi and Huang Yuyi flying the plane many times before, so they also quickly checked for a moment with a smile on their faces, and retreated to the side after confirming that there was no problem. Help An Yi shake the propeller to ignite and start.

The plane slowly warmed up, and in less than a few minutes, it turned faster and faster, and the cautious instructor Wei Yimin hurriedly ran over to Da Huan and asked An Yi to wait for a while. He wants to fly with An Yi. An Yi on the plane skillfully operated, waved his hand impatiently meaning that he didn't need it, and then piloted the plane and slowly drove towards the runway.

Shen Fengdaowang came out of the bathroom and saw An Yi flying the reconnaissance plane alone, and suddenly felt very uneasy in his heart, although An Yi had also piloted a plane alone before, but Huang Yuyi piloted another... Hong followed, this time An Yi took off alone was nothing, but Shen Fengdao didn't know why he was not steady, seeing that An Yi had driven more than 100 meters and was about to turn into the runway, the navigator of the airport aviation brigade who was good at sycophants also happily raised the green flag, Shen Fengdao was anxious, and walked quickly to the two flight instructors who were chatting with Lin Yaodong:

"Instructor Peng, Instructor Wei, why don't you go up and follow the commander personally?"

Instructor Wei shook his head: "The commander doesn't seem to be in good spirits today, and the junior brother network has just been there, but he was driven back by the commander, so he had to let the commander have a good time." Don't worry, Adjutant Shen, the commander is the most talented pilot we have ever seen, he is extremely familiar with the machinery, and the commander studies very hard, he is very cautious every time he flies the plane, and he will fly for half an hour at most and come back, don't worry. ”

"Yes, Brother Shen, you also know the level of the commander, flying a dozen large planes from Nanjing to Qiancheng, from Syria to Nanjing, a few back and forth, driving that small two-seat reconnaissance plane, isn't it a small piece of food? Let's take a look at the Air Force's new American Hawker handlebar, it's weird. I don't know if it's good or not. Xiao Xiaojiu has always been full of confidence in An Yi, so he doesn't care about An Yi going to heaven.

Shen Fengdao heard the two of them say this, although he still felt unsafe in his heart, but it was not good to say anything. Turning his head to see An Yi's plane taking off smoothly on the runway and slowly climbing towards the sky, he had no choice but to follow Lin Yaodong and the two instructors to the tarmac of the Northern Air Force to see the newly arrived American plane.

Walking and walking, Shen Fengdao's heart trembled, and suddenly remembered his uncle Lao Shoudao's advice last night, and when he looked at the sky again, the plane was gone, and he secretly prayed for An Yi to come back soon. Tomorrow, let's see what way to prevent An Yi from touching the plane, even if it is running into the deep mountains full of frost and dew in the east to hunt and practice guns, or to drive a gunboat in Poyang Lake where the distance is light.

The plane rose into the blue sky against the north wind, An Yi suddenly felt a lot more comfortable, every time he took off the plane, he had a slightly stimulating sense of pleasure in his heart, a kind of free from the shackles, away from the world of tranquility spontaneously arise.

Fly over more than 2,000 small spaces. An Yi switched to level flight. He was very eager to see the lively scene of the melee between the thousands of brothers of the Jiujiang Gang and the Japanese expatriates from the air, and in the blink of an eye, the plane flew out a few kilometers, An Yi's mind changed his mind and changed his mind, if he flew over Jiujiang and happened to be fighting on the ground, and a reconnaissance plane appeared at an inopportune time, it was likely to arouse the suspicion and speculation of people with a heart, especially the flying fox logo painted on the wings of his plane, and under the wings were two big blue sky and white stars. The number is a prefix specially arranged by the central government, "Familiar people know at a glance that it is the plane of the Southwest Aviation School under his An Yi, and it is not good to be indiscriminately covered with some hats, so An Yi changed his mind, and the plane drew a big circle in the air, and then flew south to the south, and the red leaves in the southeast are blooming brightly at the moment, and it is another scenery from the air, which is estimated to be more charming."

The planes turned smoothly to the southwest, and the reconnaissance planes were small and nimble. Very handy, the wingspan is seventeen meters two. The length of the aircraft is 8.75 meters, the height is only 3.87 meters, the weight is only 1,000 kilograms, and the maximum ceiling is 6,000 meters. It is only 170 kilometers up and down, slowly and safely, not much faster than a car, although it is slower, it is safe and stable, easy to observe, and it is also very suitable for novices to practice. Rather than as a reconnaissance aircraft, it is more appropriate to use it as a training aircraft. The three 7.92 caliber guns that were originally assembled under the wings and tail of the planes on both sides were reconnaissance planes, so Huang Yuyi and German instructor Owen and others removed the machine guns in the tail to reduce their weight, and the man behind the tandem two-seater had nothing to do but observe, and now he has no reconnaissance mission. One person is better than two, and people are more comfortable. Such a plane is in the hands of the smart An Yi. It's like a toy for a ride, An Yi drove calmly, his worries were gone, and he whistled happily.

Less than forty minutes. An Yi flew to Fuzhou, An Yi lowered his altitude, flew around the ancient city a few times in the air of more than 800 meters, remembering that this place was still occupied by Xia Jian's Eighth Brigade brothers a few months ago, and there was no reason for a dull pain in his heart, and the beautiful Fuhe River like a jade belt under his feet and the Magu Mountain, which is known as the blessed land of the cave, also lost its attraction at this time.

An Yi sighed a few times, turned around and turned south, wanting to take another look at the Guangchang tungsten mine where Jiangnan Group blew up the tunnel and suspended mining, the original monthly tungsten ore sales revenue of nearly 10 million due to economic crisis and frequent wars, sharply reduced to more than 3 million, think about An Yi's heart is like a knife, although the ownership of the mine is still in the name of Jiangnan Group, but after this battle, I don't know how many financial opportunities will be delayed.

Thirty minutes later, An Yi flew to the sky over Guangchang, this quaint small city located at the western foot of Wuyi Mountain, soon appeared at the foot, a glance down to the warm, the peaks and mountains are stacked and green, the source of prosperity is long, verdant and dripping, reckless and extended, known as the magical land of the hometown of white lotus, like a magnificent landscape painting, the beauty of An Yi's heart flutters, and his heart is drunk.

An Yi circled around the small city twice, knowing that there was no central army stationed here, and the fuel was almost exhausted and it was almost time to return, so he reluctantly flew around the wild goose pagoda, turned northwest, and left with a faint melancholy and melancholy that inexplicably surged into his heart.

Twelve kilometers northwest of Guangchang City, the top of Jinhua Mountain, which is more than 1,300 meters above sea level, has been paved with a layer of snow. The mountainside is still green, and the ancient trees are towering.

On Chaotianping, 200 meters from the top of the mountain, more than 50 Red Guards were practicing their queue at the sound of a young Red Army instructor's command, while another team of more than 60 people was practicing aiming while lying down.

On the north side of the flat land that is dozens of meters round, there is a clear water pool that is as bright as a mirror, and on the edge of the pool is a flat rock that is more than one meter high and more than three meters in circumference, and there is a female Red Guard who is sweating profusely and heroically sitting on the rock. Her facial features are delicate and beautiful, her figure is graceful, she looks no more than ten years old, with a black and bright hair holding a waist-length black ponytail, under her feet are the gray cloth pants of the Red Army soldiers, and she also wears neat herringbone leggings, and on the armed belt around her waist hangs a brand-new leather briefcase, and on the other side is the original German-made shell gun, which looks radiant and generous, this person is Han Yu, the captain of the Red Guards and political commissar of Jinhua Mountain. Han Yu raised his head. Looking at the sky to the south, she saw a Kuomintang plane flying unhurriedly from a distance, a pair of eyebrows immediately wrinkled together, a pair of bright apricot eyes showed a hateful gaze, and she stood up. Whispering a few words to the sisters beside him, he jumped off the rock with agility and quickly ran to the side of the Red Army instructor to say something anxiously.

The Red Army instructor scratched his head, looked at the sky in the distance, and suddenly rushed to the bottom of the stone wall, picked up a Czech machine gun with no butt, and shouted to Lai Fuxiang, the deputy captain of the Red Guards.

Lai Fuxiang, who was stocky and tiger-headed, didn't say a word, followed the instructor to rush to the stone hill in the south, grabbed the machine gun mount and held it high, and the young instructor laboriously held the light machine gun without the handle and quickly loaded it, aimed at the plane that was getting closer and closer, pulled the trigger sharply, and in the blink of an eye, a magazine bullet ran out, and the roaring plane suddenly rose after the attack, and the nose of the plane flew north.

Just as all the Red Guards were watching the enemy plane flee into the distance with regret, they were suddenly surprised to see that the right wing of the plane suddenly flipped up, folding into a right angle from the middle, and in the blink of an eye, the plane rolled on its side by half. There was a long scream, the broken wings of the plane broke away from the body in the strong wind, the plane roared in circles, and planted diagonally under the cliff to the west, and a small black shadow flew out of the runaway plane. Soon a large white parachute popped up on its back. The pilot suddenly lowered his fall and swayed from side to side under the impetus of the floating parachute. Slowly descending down the mountain.

The plane that lost control crashed headlong into the towering and abrupt mountain more than 100 meters ahead, and with a "boom" sound, it brought up a sky-high flame, and a deafening explosion was heard. The shaking mountain shook the ground, and the bodies of the Red Guards who watched the spectacle shook in fright, a. Dumbfounded.

"Quick! Hurry down the mountain and catch it alive! The enemy pilot parachuted, and it would be a great credit to catch it."

It was still the young instructor of the Red Army who had insight, and he was so excited that no one cared, took out the shell gun at his waist, and rushed down the hill as if flying. The nearly 100 Red Guards behind him came to their senses, all shouldered rifles, broadswords, and pikes, and rushed down the mountain with shouts and following the instructor.

Only Han Yu, the leader of the Red Guards, still stared blankly at the pilot floating in the distant air, and was stunned for a long time before he quickly threw off his braid and rushed down the mountain.