I really came here to fight against Japan

Chapter 217: The Eagle Over the Temporary Capital (3): Could this be Gannan’s plane?

Those senior officials in the national government had already prepared their own escape routes.

The students and ordinary people who came out to protest were already prepared to be abandoned by them.

The most outrageous thing is that they even prepared a third backup plan.

That is to say, those international friends can also be killed by the Japanese.

Or they could take advantage of the chaos to kill those international friends and then put the blame on the Japanese Air Force in order to gain international support.

But at the last moment, the plan was called off.

Instead, he chose to continue taking them with him and escape through the tunnel.

At this time, at the airport in the secondary capital, the only twenty fighter planes had already taken off and were ready to go into battle.

They were very tragic and faced the direction where the Japanese air force was flying.

Before this, in order to successfully implement the plan to ambush enemy planes, the airport in the temporary capital was deliberately left in a mess.

There were only fifteen damaged Hawke-3 fighters left on the runway.

The remaining five fighter planes were actually products of the World War I era.

Among them, there were three old planes that were not even equipped with machine guns.

As they flew into the blue sky, they had already gotten off the Japanese plane and were determined to die together.

At 9:35 am on September 18, 1939, the air raid alarm sounded in Shancheng.

The common people who came out today to participate in the parade and rally were immediately directed, and those nearby entered the air-raid shelters.

In order to buy time for the people of the mountain city to evacuate.

People from the Eighth Route Army Office took the initiative to step forward and, using loudspeakers made of tin sheets, loudly reminded the common people and students that they should escape in that direction.

At 9:40 that morning, 20 Chinese Air Force planes took off.

They flew over the mountain city to fight against the Japanese air force who dared to invade the mountain city.

Because there were so many people taking to the streets today, there were only a few air-raid shelters near the rally center.

Many ordinary people didn't even have time to run inside to hide.

Everyone could only run along the streets, looking for a new air-raid shelter to stay in.

When the civilians who were fleeing for their lives saw their own country's planes taking off to meet the enemy.

Many people slowed down and looked up at the sky.

They began to applaud and cheer for their country's warriors.

At 9:45 am on the 18th, Yang Liren, whose mouth was full of blisters from anxiety, received another piece of bad news.

An intelligence officer came over to report: "In the northwest of the rear of the temporary capital, an unidentified group of aircraft appeared and is flying towards us.

This fleet will pass by the direction of Shancheng Airport in a few minutes and fly over the temporary capital."

Yang Liren pushed the staff officer who came to report to the ground.

"Oh my god, there are planes coming from the northwest? They can't be Communist planes, right?

You bunch of idiots, this must be a group of Japanese aircraft.

When did they get behind us? Did you only notice it now?

Does this mean that today, you and I will become sinners of the country?

Quickly inform the headquarters of the assembly that a large number of Japanese planes are coming, and tell the people there to evacuate quickly."

The intelligence officer got up from the ground and ran to the desk.

At 9:48, the staff officer picked up the phone and quickly answered the call to the rally command center.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the roar of an airplane coming closer and closer from outside the window.

His hand loosened and the phone fell helplessly onto the table.

The microphone was obviously connected, and a voice came from the phone.

"Hello, hello, which department is calling? Are you talking?"

It would probably take less than two minutes for the plane to fly from their office to the gathering center.

Director Yang Liren, who was determined to die, pulled out a pistol from his waist and put it to his temple.

He needs to make necessary reflections on his negligence in his work.

The truth has already come out, and he can imagine the severity of the consequences.

No matter what the final outcome is, someone has to bear the consequences, right?

This is what Yang Liren, who was feeling hopeless, was thinking at this moment.

Just at this moment, a combat staff officer ran in from outside the office.

He cried out in a tearful voice: "Director Yang, good news, good news.

The ones that just flew over were all our own fighter jets."

With a "bang", the pistol in Yang Liren's hand fired.

Fortunately, the staff officer who made the call was smart and reacted very quickly.

When he heard the words, "Good news,"

Immediately pounced on Yang Liren.

At the critical moment, Yang Liren's arm holding the gun was lifted up.

The gun was fired, but the bullet hit the ceiling.

At this moment, Yang Liren, as if waking up from a dream, picked up the phone on the table.

"What the hell are you yelling about? I'm Yang Liren, the director of the Intelligence Office. Shut up."

Then he handed the phone into the hands of the staff officer who had just saved his life.

Yang Liren ran to the window and looked at the sky. The dense fleet of planes had already flown away.

But through the telescope in his hand, the blue sky and white sun emblem on the fuselage is still clearly visible.

Yang Liren looked at them and asked, "Did you count them clearly just now? How many planes are there? What models are they?"

Another observer ran in from the observation point on the roof, panting.

He cried out with a slight sob: "Director Yang, I have counted, a total of seventy planes just passed by.

They are all China's own aircraft, all brand new Hawk-3 fighter jets.

It's much better than those planes parked at our airport that are riddled with bullet holes."

Yang Liren walked back to his desk and picked up the phone which had not yet been hung up.

"Did you hear that? Report to the higher-ups immediately. Our air force is coming."

At this moment, Yang Liren's mouth corners were twitching with excitement.

Although he didn't know where the plane came from, it didn't stop him from having tears in his eyes.

What does happiness feel like?

Being able to see hope in despair is the feeling of happiness.

Yang Liren put down the phone in his hand and walked up to the staff officer who had just saved him.

He looked at this loyal subordinate and straightened his uniform for him.

"You've performed well. Don't work in the intelligence room anymore. From today on, you will follow me."

Being able to work with Director Yang every day is considered a meteoric rise.

Everyone looked at the lucky staff officer with envy.

Yang Liren suddenly seemed to remember something and asked the staff officer in charge of observation.

"Have you found out? Which department do those planes belong to?"

The staff officer said: "Just now, the brothers on the roof saw that the word Gan (Gansu) was written on the fuselage of most of the planes."

Yang Liren rubbed his brows and said to himself, "Is this a plane from Gansu? Is it Song Wenwan's air force?

It looks like this is going to be another turbulent time! I wonder how these rescue planes will be handled in the end.”

And those traitors who exchanged airplane gasoline will also be hunted down relentlessly.