My own war game

Chapter 321 The real goal

On the night of August 1945, 8, the B-5 bomber "Ibonava" was quietly parked at the airport, followed by two aircraft of the same model, "The Great Artist" and "Necessary Evil".

Two round objects, one large and one small, are undergoing final assembly.

The captain and co-pilot of Ibonava are confirming the final status of the aircraft.

"Paul, I feel something is wrong." Co-pilot Lei said while standing there.

"Robert, did you notice anything unusual?" Tibbets looked at his deputy.

"I can't explain it, but I just feel uncomfortable, especially after assembling the [little girl]." Lei said, aiming at the small bomb inside that weighed about 2 tons.

"You know, one of the important tasks of our mission this time is to collect data from nuclear explosions. However, if two nuclear bombs with different equivalents are detonated at close range, the data will be very inaccurate..."

Betitz nodded. "Yes, I had this doubt before, but the headquarters has already issued a clear order."

After that, the commander handed his partner a meeting minutes, which read, "Prioritize the destruction area to cover the source of the radio radio. If the first attack does not reach the target, activate the second one."

"Just remember it. According to the principle of confidentiality, only you and I know this information." Tibbets took back the minutes paper.

"Is there a core target? Did the Japanese hide something there?" This was Lei's first reaction.

You have to know that their initial bombing target did not have a precise landmark. Even important and valuable targets such as the Kokura Arsenal and the Yawata Iron and Steel Works were not included in the attack range by the Allies.

The use of nuclear bombs to cover a radio station and the addition of another one as insurance show that the US military has attached great importance to the target to an extremely high level.

What on earth could it be? Could it be a super weapon from Japan that could make the top brass so wary?

Lei looked at Betitz with an inquiring look, but the commander just shook his head and said, "I don't know. It only shows that the higher-ups attach great importance to this matter. We just need to follow orders."

The entire assembly was completed before nine o'clock. The aircraft was closely guarded all night long, and searchlights were swept around it from time to time.

In the darkness of night, a palm-sized thing was moving quickly through the grass. A barbed wire fence blocked the way ahead, and the little thing showed its forelimbs with sharp blades.

A cold light flashed!

A minute later, a patrolling soldier came from a distance, and after finding nothing unusual, he continued on his way.

As the night wind blew, no one noticed that there was a small hole under the wire fence that was only big enough for a rabbit to pass through.

At 2 a.m., the crew gathered in front of the airport. Commander Bettis was doing the final inspection and roll call of the aircraft when he discovered that one of the original 12-person crew was missing.

"Where's Bartel? Where is he?" Bettis asked the team's mechanical engineer.

"Sorry, I'm here." A figure turned from the tail of the plane, holding a screwdriver in his hand and a little bit of oil on his face.

"The ground crew was doing the maintenance. I followed them and saw that our beautiful mother was in good condition. We will have a pleasant trip today." Bartel patted the fuselage of the B-29 (Ibonava was the name of Commander Betitz's mother)

"OK! Please get in line quickly, others are waiting for you. And for God's sake, wipe your face." Betitz threw over a towel.

Bater entered the queue with a smile on his face, but he took the towel away directly without wiping the oil stain on his face.

Three B29s took off one after another, forming a loose formation and flew towards Japan.

The Ibonava was flying at an altitude of 31 feet, while the other two aircraft responsible for scientific research and video recording were flying at a higher altitude to carry out their respective tasks. Flying nearly 000 meters in the sky, with the vast ocean below, the only sounds in the cabin were the various instruments and the operation of the machines.

At four o'clock, the weather plane at the front sent a message: "The weather in Hiroshima is good, there is heavy fog in Nagasaki that is not suitable for bombing, and there is light fog in Kokura that can barely meet the bombing standards."

The Ibonawa finally confirmed the bombing target: Kokura!

At 5 a.m., the plane had already reached the South Japan Sea. Someone suggested, "Guys, the atmosphere is too depressing. How about we do some reserved early morning activities?"

"Tokyo Rose?"

"That's right, come and listen to Tokyo Rose!"

At the end of World War II, Japan organized a special women's organization, which consisted of about 20-30 young women. Every day, they used broadcast-accented English to shake the morale of the US military by saying things like "One step forward is the grave", "Your children are suffering", and "Go back and see your wife".

The result was counterproductive, and these sweet and lovely sounds became a rare entertainment activity for American soldiers.

The crew happily turned on the radio.

On the other side, Midori, who had quietly run away from home in the morning, got into a car and drove out of the city tremblingly under the care of two people.

"Where are we going? Where is that gentleman?" Midoriko, holding her schoolbag, asked bravely.

"South." The man in the car spoke sparingly, with one hand in his bosom, which was bulging.

"What should I do?"

"This is today's manuscript. Read it carefully. It will be useful soon." The man tore off a few pieces of paper and handed them to Midori. There were not many words on them.

After driving for dozens of kilometers, Miyoko saw a road sign that said "Ogura"

The car stopped in front of an abandoned building. The man opened the door from the outside and then took out a tape recorder.

"Go up, someone is waiting for you upstairs." The man pointed to the dim stairs.

Midori was really scared at this time, but thinking of the food and supplies promised by the other party, she tried to pluck up her courage. She carefully avoided the broken bricks and tiles on the ground and walked towards the top of the building.

The guy upstairs was even more silent. When they met, he just bowed 90 degrees and said nothing. Then he reached out and pulled down a cloth, and a semi-new radio broadcasting equipment appeared in front of the girl.

"I'll read the manuscript here for a while." The man threw down a piece of manuscript paper and left.

Although she was a little confused, Midori cleared her throat and began to adjust herself. At this time, she found that there was a short paragraph written on the back of the manuscript paper.

Miss Miyoko:
We're sorry to have to bring you here in this way, but they will do their best to keep you safe.

Please believe in the significance of what you do today. Your voice can create a different future for the world.

The person who was your teacher for only two days:
An antenna was erected high outside, pointing straight to the sky.

Looking out along the antenna, there seemed to be rows of inconspicuous small houses a few hundred meters away.

At the gate where soldiers were on duty, there was a wooden sign with large characters written on it:
Temporary garrison of the 25202nd Unit of the Kwantung Army's Epidemic Prevention and Water Supply Department.

(End of this chapter)