The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 420 A Heart Full of Blood Stains the Sky (Part Two) [Bonus Chapter for Black Star]

Time: 12:27 PM, half an hour after Mina and her group appeared and immediately launched their attack.

At this point, the battle in the air and on the sea not only did not stop, but became even more intense.

A Hawk 75 fighter plane circled above the heavy cruiser Nachi like a vulture, and its pilot decided to take a risk.

During his dive, his left wing was hit by anti-aircraft fire and started to smoke, but he still continued to dive.

Finally, using the two aircraft machine guns, it began a frenzied dive and strafing attack.

The gun emplacements of a 127mm anti-aircraft gun and a 25mm anti-aircraft gun were almost entirely wiped out, along with all the gun crews.

After successfully striking, he immediately piloted the fighter jet to escape.

However, he had already been spotted by air defense personnel on a destroyer called Murakumo further away, and several anti-aircraft guns of various sizes concentrated their fire on him.

In a very short time, the Hawk 75 fighter jet was hit by several shells.

One of the 127mm anti-aircraft gun shots was particularly deadly, hitting the middle section of the fuselage and instantly destroying the Hawk 75 fighter jet.

The pilot didn't even utter a last word before falling silent on the communication channel.

This situation had occurred multiple times in the previous half hour.

However, the sacrifice of this brother also created a significant gap in the originally tight air defense network on one side of the Gah aircraft carrier.

Upon seeing this, Kohara Motoshi, the gunnery officer who was also in charge of the anti-aircraft firepower on the heavy cruiser Chi-go, immediately sensed a great sense of unease.

"Quickly, quickly, you guys come with me."

After shouting this at the soldiers nearby who were responsible for carrying ammunition, Xiao Yuan led the way and ran towards the extinguished 127mm anti-aircraft gun.

When he rushed to the gun position, even though he had served in the navy for more than four years, he was still terrified by what he saw and even felt a little nauseous.

After being swept by the aircraft machine guns, the entire artillery crew was taken down.

Several of the more unlucky artillery crew members were blown to pieces by the dense barrage of bullets.

So much so that a thick layer of blood plasma appeared on the ground in a very short time; when he stomped on it, his foot slipped a little.

The gun shield and barrel, scattered among the surrounding shells and spent cartridge cases, are now covered in splattered blood and flesh, even half of intestines and some internal organs hanging on them.

The thick stench of blood and the hellish scene filled the souls of the original path with fear.

Fortunately, an explosion nearby soon woke the Japanese gunner, reminding him that this was not the time to be afraid.

I must not let anyone see my cowardly side.

Looking back, he saw that the sailors he had called earlier had followed him, but they were all terrified by the bloody scene at the gun emplacement.

Xiao Yuan immediately brandished a 'spirit infusion stick' in his hand.

It was a wooden stick, 50 centimeters long and 5 centimeters in diameter, filled with mercury to increase its weight; it was a stick that Japanese junior officers and veterans used to discipline their subordinates and new recruits.

He lashed out at the sailors, yelling, "Baka! Load and fire immediately, or our great Gah aircraft carrier will be in danger!"

That's right! Just as Ohara said, the Japanese aircraft carrier Gakh is in a very bad situation.

The once smooth flight deck is now a mess, riddled with holes and unable to accommodate any aircraft taking off or landing.

Of course, of the many carrier-based aircraft that were originally neatly parked on the deck, only a few remain intact, and even if the deck is fine, they can't take off.

There was even a 100-kilogram bomb that, by chance, smashed through the flight deck and fell to the lower level, where it exploded in a massive explosion.

If it weren't for the Gakh's damage control team's diligent efforts, braving flying shrapnel and bullets to fight the fire, the poor Gakh might now be a giant blazing torch.

In short, if the Nationalist Air Force continues to bombard the Gah aircraft carrier, this mainstay of the Empire may be destroyed.

Perhaps it was because of the 'mental injection stick' he had been given too many terrifying memories.

After being hit a few times with sticks, the sailors actually managed to suppress their fear of the hellish scene before them.

They all came to their senses. Some pulled back the breechblock, while others picked up the cannonballs that looked like they had been fished out of blood from the ground, preparing to stuff them into the breech.

Even if you calculate it carefully, Omoto and the others didn't waste much time; it was still a bit too late.

Because a three-man crew on a Nationalist SB-2 bomber did not waste the opportunity their comrades had fought for with their lives.

Liu Fusheng, who was acting as the navigator, disregarded his already lingering injuries, which had worsened significantly under such intense air combat.

The wounds were reopened, and blood completely stained the chest area of ​​his shirt red. He roared:
"Little Sun, dive down immediately towards that smoking hole, now! Little Qian, prepare to drop the bomb."

Pilot Xiao Sun instinctively maneuvered the plane through the gap in the anti-aircraft fire, swooping down into a large hole in the middle and rear of the Gah, which had been blown open earlier and was now billowing smoke.

During the process, the fuselage made a 'clanging' sound, which should have been caused by multiple shrapnel impacts, but he pretended not to hear it at all.

After diving to a height of about 80 or 90 meters, Liu Fusheng shouted again: "Drop the bomb!"

Bombardier Xiao Qian gritted his teeth and immediately controlled the aircraft to drop a 50-kilogram bomb; as soon as he felt the bomb leaving the plane, Xiao Sun immediately increased his altitude to escape.

Liu Fusheng then focused all his attention on the bomb.

At that moment, he was so devout, praying to all the gods he knew, praying that the bomb would be thrown into that big hole and achieve good results.

Whether it was Liu Fusheng's intervention or not, soon after, a burst of fire and shockwave, like a volcanic eruption, rose from the large hole in the rear of the Gah aircraft carrier.

The aircraft carrier, weighing over 4 tons, also experienced violent shaking.

Without a doubt, the bomb not only hit the hole precisely, but also detonated something else upon explosion.

Unfortunately, the number of explosives detonated was not large, and it still did not cause a devastating blow to the behemoth that is Gahe. But it's okay! If it were hit by such an attack once or twice more, I don't believe it could withstand it.

"Xiao Sun, that's enough! We've reached the required altitude. No need to keep pushing. Do you want to fly into space?"

After regaining his senses, he realized that the plane was still flying diagonally upwards. Liu Fusheng then shouted out a nameless shout, his tone quite excited.

But there was no response. When he turned around, he found that Xiao Sun was dead.

One of the parts of his body was pierced by shrapnel from the aircraft fuselage, and his clothes on that side were already blood red.

Even so, Xiao Sun maintained his posture of leaning back, gripping the control stick with both hands and pulling it back to increase the aircraft's altitude and escape the anti-aircraft fire.

“Brother! Go in peace. As long as I, Liu Fusheng, live, your parents will be my parents. I will take care of them in their old age and see them off in their final days.”

After speaking so solemnly to the body of Xiao Sun, who was supposedly the only son in the family and had secretly run away to join the army, he said this.

Liu Fusheng shoved Xiao Sun's body aside, struggled to sit in the pilot's seat, and took control of the bomber.

Even this slight movement aggravated the excruciating pain from his wounds, turning him as pale as a dead man.

Meanwhile, on the heavy cruiser Nachi below, Ohara Mochi roared wildly:
"Why haven't our planes come yet? Even if the planes at Weizhou Island Airport can't take off, why aren't the planes that went to the 18th Division coming back?"

Call them back immediately! Screw those army idiots, what do their lives have to do with our navy…

(End of this chapter)