Chapter 741 Repairing Airplanes Not Cars

next morning.

The gunpowder smoke in the distance has not yet cleared, and the sky seems to be covered with a layer of dust.

The trams on the south bank of the Suzhou River pass by, and the citizens who buy steamed buns surround the breakfast shop, looking impatiently at the steaming steamer, and occasionally yelling at the people behind them not to squeeze.

In front of the checkpoint on the Garbage Bridge, piles of cotton-padded clothes, quilts, food, and condiments were placed in an orderly manner, just waiting for the armored vehicles parked at the south gate of the Continental Bank warehouse to come and load them—because of its existence, the Japanese army’s firepower on the Suzhou River The blockade was reduced to a joke.

Du Yuesheng got out of the car and said a few words to the disciples of the Qing Gang who were in charge of the things. He wondered why the people from the 524 regiment didn't come over to take the things away. Seems to be lining up.

"Reporting to the regiment, there are actually 382 people in the battalion, excluding security personnel, defensive personnel, observers, and casualties."

"Relax."

"Please give me a lecture."

Facing the cloudy morning light, Xie Jinyuan said, "Brothers of the Eighth Division (Tenth) and Eighth Division."

He pointed to the airship in the sky.

"There are Western countries over there..."

Having said that, he stopped because he realized that he was just like Lin Yue scolded, he was a despicable guy, everything he did was to let the people in the airship and the people in the concession see, at the expense of the lives of his brothers To curry favor with them, incite them.

He kept calling the soldiers of the 524 regiment brothers, but he never treated them like his own family members. Just like what Lin Yue said last night, he was not worthy to call them brothers.

His lips moved several times, and the words rushed to his lips and he swallowed them again. After doing this three times, he finally just sighed softly and said "raise the flag".

The soldiers in the front row looked at each other, Shangguan Zhibiao thought he had heard it wrong, and looked at Xie Jinyuan with a puzzled face. Logically speaking, he should make a generous statement and say something to boost morale, but today...

Yangguai glanced at Zhu Shengzhong, who was wearing a bandage on his right hand, and suddenly understood, just like the story about the deputy company commander surnamed Meng told by Lin Yue last night, if Xie Jinyuan made another generous speech, what would it have to do with that deputy company commander? respectively? He incited others to go up and reimburse him, but he hid behind and survived, and got a halo and reputation.

Thinking of this...Yangguai looked left and right, but did not find Lin Yue, as if he hadn't returned after going out last night.

"Raise the flag, I say raise the flag!"

Xie Jinyuan repeated Shangguan Zhibiao's response twice, and quickly ordered the people behind to raise the flag.

The bugle was melodious, and the flag was slowly lifted into the sky, hunting in the sound of the wind.

The people below looked up at the sky, with different expressions.

Fang Xingwen supported the camera to record the scene in front of him. As for what happened last night, the corresponding film was destroyed by Lin Yue.

Different from the solemnity and silence on the roof of the Sixing Warehouse, the citizens in the concession are boiling. Whether it is a woman buying steamed stuffed buns, a man riding a tram, a child preparing to go to school, Professor Zhang in a nightgown, Liu Rong who has just finished feeding a peacock, Du Yuesheng who is waiting by the garbage bridge, they all look up at the flag and look at it Rise higher and higher.

"Long live Commander Xie, long live the Chinese nation, and the Chinese nation will surely win."

On the south bank of the Suzhou River, people in the concession stood in a long row in front of the railings, waving hats, scarves or newspapers in their hands, shouting at the Sixing Warehouse.

Xie Jinyuan turned his head, moved his hand to his forehead, and prepared to salute, but this movement was so difficult, because Lin Yue hit the mark again, others called him long live, people on the south bank knew him, but who knew the people behind him?

During these two days of fighting, what did he do? Is it more than the Shangguan logo? Is it more than Yang Deyu? It was much worse than the guy who single-handedly hunted down the Japanese devils everywhere.

...

At the same time, on the Japanese aircraft carrier Ryujo, which is closest to the Sixing Warehouse.

After receiving a report from Jin Weixun, the captain of the 68th Wing, the headquarters of the Shanghai Expeditionary Army issued a joint combat order, requiring the Second Aviation Team to dispatch A5M fighter jets to carry out air strikes. To avoid accidental damage to the concession, the fighter plane cannot be loaded with bombs, and the only available weapons are two 7.7mm machine guns on the front of the fuselage.

The runway on the deck has been cleared, and the ground crew notified the command center that everything is ready and the pilot can board the plane after checking that everything is correct.

Five minutes later, a pilot wearing a leather jacket, goggles, and a face towel with the word "Must Victory" written on it walked out of the hangar and walked towards aircraft No. 0917. When passing the aircraft No. 0915 next to it, the pilot in the cockpit turned his body and poked his head out: "Ken Er-kun, it took five minutes to go to the bathroom. If you are not feeling well, you can give up this mission. I will go alone." You can kill those nasty Chinese people."

"I'm fine."

Familiar voice, cold attitude.

0915 The pilot hit a nail that was neither soft nor hard: "Hey, hey, you won't have friends if you talk like that."

friend?

Lin Yue pouted, who is your friend.

With a cold face, he boarded the No. 0917 fighter ahead and sat in the cockpit.

Soon, the ground crew waved their hands below, signaling them to make final preparations before the attack.

Lin Yue rubbed his hands, feeling that the sweat overflowing from his palms was sticking to his gloves, which made him uncomfortable. Although he had briefly learned how to fly an airplane in the world of "If You Are the One", that was the instruction he got from the pilot of a private jet. I have received systematic training, and now I am using an antique A5M, the gap with modern aircraft is not a little bit.

If I had known that there would be such a day, it would be nice to spend more time in the world of "My Leader, My Regiment" to learn how to fly old planes instead of driving tanks and playing with various guns.

Of course, I'm just complaining now. After all, a person's energy is limited. At that time, there was no [Left and Right Hemisphere] skill, and the result of greedy can only be chewed.

With the current situation, it is the first time to fly an old plane, but he has a ready-made teacher.

Lin Yue's thoughts turned slightly, and the right window of the all-seeing eye in the form of a goggle began to play the operation steps of the pilot of the 0915 aircraft.

Adjust the mixture ratio of oil and gas.

Shake the joystick on the right hand side to open the nose fairing ventilation flaps.

Check fuel tank gauge oil level and ignition switch.

Push the manual fuel pump repeatedly to pressurize the fuel.

After completing the above steps, Lin Yue gestured to the ground crew that there was no problem.

After the ground crew shook the inertial starter, he followed suit, turned the ignition switch counterclockwise to "two", released the parking brake and stepped on the brake.

At this time, the propeller on the nose rotated quickly after the inertial starter was connected, the engine creaked, and the slight vibration was transmitted from the seat to the body.

After the ground crew left, check the lubricating oil pressure gauge and engine tachometer again, then step on the rudder surface to see if the vertical tail can work normally, then the horizontal tail and aileron controlled by the joystick, and finally adjust the flaps Angle to takeoff criteria, confirm maximum and minimum engine speed and communication system status.

Make a ready gesture again, informing the ground crew to evacuate the chocks, and the fighter plane starts to taxi forward following the 0915 plane, and enters the waiting area.

After these few steps, Lin Yue has basically figured out the distribution of each functional module, and the next thing to do is simple. After all, he still has some flying experience - although he used to drive a modern aircraft, the principle is the same.

After a while, two A5M fighter jets rushed out of the deck of the Ryujo and flew towards the location of the Sixing Warehouse.

...

Woo~

Before Xie Jinyuan's salute was completed, a piercing siren sounded from Nanfang, and a Japanese fighter plane flew over the concession. The roar of the plane's engine scared the child in the middle-aged woman's arms to tears.

At the same time, Yang Ruifu reported the information that the Japanese infantry was attacking from the north. Xie Jinyuan asked Lei Xiong to lead people down to reinforce them, and the others returned to their posts. Only half of the platoon was left on the roof to look after the flag and operate the anti-aircraft machine guns.

Looking down from the sky, there were not many people on the roof of the Sixing Warehouse, only a lonely flag fluttering in the wind.

"Kenji, what happened to you today? Did you drink too much last night and still hangover?"

The sarcasm of the 0915 pilot came from the loudspeaker in the cockpit of the 0917 aircraft, because if one word was used to describe Lin Yue's flying skills, it would be blunt, or clumsy, not like an experienced pilot at all, but more like a genius. A rookie who has performed several missions—even if the status of the aircraft continues to improve after leaving the aircraft carrier.

"Look at those Chinese people, they were so frightened that they all got into the building. I can complete such a task by myself."

The pilot of aircraft 0915 slowly pressed down on the joystick, the flaps of the fuselage swung, swooped down from a high altitude, and pressed the fire button on the flag on the roof of the Sixing Warehouse.

Woo~

da da da da da~

The two 7.7mm machine guns in front of the nose shot out two rows of dust on the roof, breaking a corner of the bamboo frame supporting the flagpole, and the flag tilted to one side.

Behind the anti-aircraft machine gun on the roof of the warehouse of the Continental Bank, the gunner had a grim look on his face, but it was a pity that the enemy fighter plane was not injured after a magazine was fired.

The 0915 plane pulled up to a high altitude in an emergency, turned half a circle clockwise, and dived down from the direction of the concession again.

At the entrance of the corridor leading to the rooftop, Li Xiang held on to the Dragon Boat Festival, and beside him was Fang Xingwen, who was lying on the ground, holding the camera in his hand to record the scene ahead.

"Kenji, you really should stay on the ship to recuperate. The group of Chinese people who are huddled in the ground like mice can scare their guts out as long as they send out a fighter plane. See the flag below, it is ours. It's gone."

The proud speech of the pilot of the 0915 plane came from the loudspeaker. This is not arrogance, but self-confidence, because the national army in the Shanghai area is being defeated by the Imperial Japanese Army.

On the other side, Lin Yue tore off the mask covering his mouth and nose.

heh~