Under the moonlight, the "Yifu" landline was flying smoothly to the southeast.

The cabin was well sealed, but a large part of the engine noise came in. The interior of the cabin is luxuriously decorated, and many places are made of wood and leather.

Xiang Xiaoqiang said that there was no toilet on the plane, in fact, there was originally a toilet at the back of the plane, but in order to seat 10 people and 10 bicycles, it was temporarily removed.

Ten people wore military uniforms at the sticky pole of the Qing army, and the military overcoat carried umbrella bags on their backs, sitting facing each other, with a narrow aisle in the middle. In the middle of the aisle is a row of bicycles, each two tied together, with umbrella bags on their toes.

Bicycles, this is the most important means of transportation for the Qing army at this time in addition to cars, mules and horses. Usually a military camp will put one or twenty taels of bicycles, middle and lower-level officers go out to run errands, and military police squads go out on patrol, they will ride bicycles, which is very convenient.

Especially at the sticky poles in various places, regardless of officers and soldiers, basically everyone has one.

At this time, neither the Ming and Qing dynasties had as many cars as in the United States. The Ming Dynasty had more cars, but it was not as good as several industrial powers in Europe, and even less than the United States. Therefore, the army also uses bicycles a lot.

……

In the dark, the green glow of the instrument on the front bridge reflected on everyone's face, which looked very strange. Each of them was armed with a Mauser 98 rifle.

Because the weapons of the Qing army were very miscellaneous, there were several basic weapons such as rifles. Some are self-produced, and some are imported. When the General Quartermaster Department imports weapons, it basically buys weapons from whichever company sends more money. This time, the Japanese sent more money, so they purchased a batch of 38 rifles, and the next time the Germans sent more money, they purchased a batch of Mauser 98.

However, the Qing army did not use submachine guns, and it was impossible for Xiang Xiaoqiang and them to use a few rifles to rob the train, so they gathered the submachine guns, packed them with radios, explosives and other items and airdropped, and then took them out to use when they were in action. The rifle being held now is basically a disguise. There is also a reason that the Mauser rifle and another secret weapon "woodpecker" are airdropped together, and the ammunition can be universal.

Xiang Xiaoqiang shouted below with a dry throat, and was leaning on his seat at the moment, closing his eyes and recuperating. Several members of the opposite side were still looking at him with adoring eyes.

Suddenly, someone shouted:

"Look, the sea!"

Everyone turned their heads to look out. Xiang Xiaoqiang turned around and looked down through the round porthole behind his head.

The moonlight was bright, the plane flew high, and there were no clouds under the wings, and the paddy fields and rivers stretching out infinitely could be clearly seen, shining like diamonds under the moon.

Ahead, the land seems to have come to an end, revealing the endless sea. The pitch-black sea sparkles in the moonlight, and there is a sense of all-encompassing. This is the East China Sea.

So beautiful.

Except for the veterans of the parachute commandos, no one else had ever seen such a magnificent view, and they were all greedily looking at the portholes.

Just now, they flew over Jiangyin, Taihu Lake, Suzhou, Shanghai, and are now at the outermost end of the big horn mouth of Hangzhou Bay, and they faintly saw a few black things in front of them, that is, the Shengsi Islands.

After rounding the Zhoushan Islands in the East China Sea, the plane deflected its tail rudder and began to fly in a northeasterly direction, with the destination being the base of the Changshan Islands on the east side of the Liaodong Peninsula, the northernmost territory of the Ming Dynasty.

When I got there, I refueled the plane, filled up the fuel and took off again, went straight to the Bohai Sea along the Bohai Strait, flew dozens of kilometers into the land, and had to airdrop people near Huanghua County, and quickly turned around and fled. Near Beijing and Tianjin, near the coast of the Bohai Sea, the Qing army has been heavily assembled all year round, and its air defense is much stronger than that of Pukou.

After this detachment landed in the night, it had to quickly go to the vicinity of Huanghua to find a local "connection", and he would be the guide, and advance to the Jinpu Railway, select a site, and set up an ambush.

Then, it depends on the team's ability and luck.

……

This way will fly completely over the sea, completely avoiding flying over the land controlled by the Northern Qing Dynasty to prevent being shot down. The moon is so bright and clear today that the plane will be clearly visible under the night sky.

But there is no way, the weather is not up to people, you can only make do.

In order to avoid the Shandong Peninsula, which juts out into the sea, the pilot deviated a few degrees to the east. At present, the direction is to fly towards the Korean Peninsula, bypass the Shandong Peninsula and turn around.

Although he took three planes in the past three days of training, Xiang Xiaoqiang was still very uncomfortable. When the plane was spinning in a big circle just now, my stomach was churning uncomfortably. Looking at the others, except for the few parachute commando veterans, all of them clenched their fists and closed their lips, looking very uncomfortable.

Xiang Xiaoqiang took off his gloves, reached into his coat, took out the map, looked at it carefully for a while with the faint green light, and then folded it back up.

It should have flown out of the East China Sea and into the sky over the Yellow Sea.

……

After flying for about an hour, the clouds gradually thickened. After a while, the fog was so thick that nothing could be seen outside the window.

Xiang Xiaoqiang still closed his eyes slightly and leaned back on his seat. Several members of the team looked back at the thick fog outside the window, looking at each other, not knowing if it mattered. But when they saw Xiang Xiaoqiang's calm and calm appearance, they didn't take it seriously.

The pilot in the front seat looked left and right, muttered a few words, studied the instrument panel for a while, looked at the flight board, and tried to call up the radio band of the Dongjiang Fleet base on the Changshan Islands for navigation, but without success.

This flight demanded absolute radio silence, and it was impossible to take the initiative to contact the Nanjing and Dongjiang fleets.

After flying for another hour, the pilot suddenly exclaimed with a meaningful and Nanjing-flavored voice:

"Ah, even if you're good—"

The pilot looked left and right against the glass, and then lowered his head to stare at the dashboard and the flyboard, constantly knocking his fingers on his head, and kept muttering:

"Evenly, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over...... Where did you fly to...... Oh your mother's ......"

Everyone immediately leaned on the porthole and looked down, the fog gradually dissipated, and everyone was surprised to find that there was no longer the sea below, but an endless land, and in the distance were rolling mountains.

The pilot's face turned very pale, and beads of sweat rolled down from the flight cap.

Xiang Xiaoqiang's heart sank, and it was clear that he was lost.

The undulating mountains in the distance stretch as far as the eye can see, and it is certainly not the Beijing-Tianjin Plain, nor the Shandong Peninsula. This landscape is very unfamiliar.

Maybe it's flying over the head? Crossed the Changshan Islands and flew directly into the Liaodong Peninsula?

Flying over a cloud, a large patch of sparse lights appeared below, and the area seemed to be quite large, as if it were a large city.

Xiang Xiaoqiang quickly pulled out the map and spread it out, looking for it on it. A few heads were hooked and looked over.

Grandma's, which city did you fly to? What are the big cities in this area?

Lushun? No, it's clearly deep into land now. It won't be Lushun.

Purandian? Wafang shop? No, that kind of small place wouldn't be that large.

Jinzhou? Isn't it Shenyang again? This is too outrageous, can you fly so far away after being lost for a while?

The pilot in front suddenly covered his headphones and shouted back nervously:

"Hey, which of you knows Japanese?"

Japanese?!

Xiang Xiaoqiang was suddenly lightning, and he knew where it was below!

He looked back at the map, stared at a dot, and said to his men very detachedly:

"Brothers, guess where it is? …… It's Pyongyang. We flew to North Korea. ”

……

The pilot in front of him kept saying to the headset:

"I am the Ming Empire Yifu plane, I am the Ming Empire Yifu plane, now lost course, no intention to violate your airspace, now lost course, no intention to violate your airspace...... Your mother, do you understand? ”

He turned his face again and exclaimed:

"I said, 'Does anyone know Japanese?' Say a few words! The two brothers in Dongchang, will they? ”

…… Wide-eyed staring.

Xiang Xiaoqiang breathed steadily, swallowed dryly, and said:

"If you release it, I'll listen to it!"

I really hate that I usually watch too little AV and anime.,Now I can only understand a dozen words including "Ya Meiyi", no way, life and death, I can only force the real battle.

The Japanese word of "Woo Woo La" came out of the radio. is a sharp male voice, really and "Tiger Tiger", "Ah, Navy! The Japanese soldiers in the thirties and forties are very similar, and their voices are quite coarse, almost roaring.

Xiang Xiaoqiang listened nervously, trying to distinguish every word he could understand.

"Orewa ......", I am ......

"Hayakku ......", hurry, quickly......

"Anadhava ......", it seems to be how you are......

"Ni ......", the word is "Japan".

Xiang Xiaoqiang listened for a while, guessed, and said stubbornly:

"It seems that they want us to do something, and we have to hurry up, otherwise they will have to do something in Japan or something......"

The driver shouted indignantly:

"Oh my god—"

Suddenly......

"Hum-" A roar swept overhead, and everyone looked out the window.

After a while, there was another "buzz", as if it had passed under his feet.

This time Xiang Xiaoqiang saw it, and in the distant moonlight, a bit of metallic cold light passed quickly.

It's a fighter.

After ten or so seconds, the metallic light was no longer visible. After another moment, the sound of the motor behind the head came from far and near, and soon, outside the porthole, a monoplane and the plane were advancing side by side, only a few dozen meters apart. The fuselage is painted dark green, and the back body has a large dark red circle.

Xiang Xiaoqiang worked hard to identify that this appearance should be Kawasaki's Type 92 fighter, right?

The Japanese fighters got closer and closer, and at the end it was only about ten meters, and the face of the pilot in the cockpit could be clearly seen. The guy was wearing goggles, and a pair of small eyes in the back looked cold and unforgiving. The leather-gloved hand pointed downward, presumably landing.

The pilot here also saw it, let out a long breath, and muttered:

"Understood, just have a meaning."

Suddenly, the Japanese pilot craned his neck and stared at the fuselage of the plane, then immediately took off his goggles and stared at it with his naked eye, as if he had seen something he couldn't believe.

He rubbed his eyes twice, looked at it for a few more seconds, and immediately covered his mask and reported something.

The pilots here waited for further signals from the Japanese planes and kept circling in the air. After a long while, a string of English suddenly came out of the cabin radio.

The pronunciation is very stiff, obviously spoken by the Japanese, presumably from the command on the ground. Xiang Xiaoqiang listened to a few words, and barely heard that the Japanese side asked them not to land for the time being, and kept flying in a 255-degree direction.

The pilot also understood, and if he was amnesty, he said in one breath:

"Okay, let's go! Let's go back! ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang knows how to navigate the coordinates, and when he played the game "Hunting Submarine", he was not too familiar with this set of 360-degree navigation coordinates. 0 degrees and 360 degrees are both due north, 90 degrees are due east, 180 degrees are due south, and 270 degrees are due west.

The 255-degree bearing is 15 degrees south-west.

He looked at the map and wondered: Why don't you let us go southwest? 200 degrees or 220 degrees can be used, and that direction is the airspace of the Ming Dynasty. Where is 255 degrees opposite? Bohai, the airspace of the Qing Dynasty is exactly where we are going! What do the Japanese do? Is this perfecting us?