PFC Chapter 473 Shadow of Death
Chapter 473 Shadow of Death
"General Abe, you seem very happy to hear that my headquarters was bombed?" Zhou Zhengqing asked with dissatisfaction, frowning, and his words were very impolite.
"No, no, no, Master Takazaki, you misunderstood. I wanted to ask you, can our navy also participate in the revenge against the army!" Katsuo Abe said with such a bright smile and earnest words, as if revenge against the garrison troops was a great achievement.
"This is a conflict between our military police and the garrison troops. It won't be a good idea to involve your navy!" Zhou Zhengqing said hesitantly.
Seeing that Zhou Zhengqing was about to refuse, Abe Katsuo immediately said anxiously: "Tsk... Master Yingqi, it's not that our navy wants to get involved in the affairs between you and the garrison troops. Think about it, how powerful are the heavy firepower of your military police?
If you want to flatten Haiguang Temple, I think it is basically impossible.
For our navy, this is very easy to do. As long as the planes on the Kaga take off once, they can flatten the Kaikoji Temple!
And didn't the garrison troops also bomb the Military Police Headquarters with planes? You retaliated with our navy's planes. As the Chinese saying goes, this is called "giving someone a taste of their own medicine." What do you think? "
Perhaps Katsuo Abe was too eager to have a confrontation with the garrison troops, and his words were full of temptation.
Zhou Zhengqing looked at Katsuo Abe, who was even more excited than himself, and finally nodded and agreed to the navy's participation in the retaliation.
Watched Zhou Zhengqing go to the communications room to give orders to the Tianjin Military Police Command.
Katsuo Abe also turned and ran towards the command tower of the Kaga. At the same time, he secretly thanked Yoshida Hayato in his heart, otherwise he would not have received the news in advance, giving him the opportunity to participate in this feast of revenge against the garrison troops.
It was Yoshida Hayato who requested in the telegram that he send out fighter planes to search for and shoot down the Type 93 heavy bomber formation of the Army Aviation while bombing the Kaikoji Temple.
Although he didn't know the reason, Katsuo Abe did not object to fighting with the Army Aviation's fighter jets.
Whether in terms of performance or pilots' flying abilities, our navy's fighter planes are no match for those of the Army Aviation.
As for whether there would be trouble if I rashly attacked the garrison troops.
Abe Katsuo was not worried at all! After all, he had Young Master Yingzaki in front of him, and this time it was the garrison troops who provoked first, so the military police were going to retaliate. At most, he was just a sidekick and an accomplice.
In the end, they had to fight with sticks, and both sides got fifty lashes each, and I didn't feel weak at all!
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Two hours, Military Police Headquarters.
On the second floor of the headquarters, Nanzō Yunko from the Special High Police and a group of civilian staff from the headquarters were watching quietly downstairs.
At this time, a suffocating atmosphere filled the headquarters, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sweat from the military police and the metallic smell of guns.
Several Type 2 tanks were like ferocious beasts, quietly occupying the open space of the headquarters.
Their cold steel shells exude a violent aura under the glaring sunlight and hot temperature.
As the engine was ignited, the tank engine let out a dull and violent roar. The dull roar instantly broke the oppressive silence, like the roar of a devil, making the surrounding air buzz.
Creaking, the tank's tracks slowly turned, crushing the ground heavily and rubbing against the ground roughly.
The Type 93 armored vehicle next to it was no less impressive, its body was polished to a shine and its windows reflected dazzling light.
Behind several armored vehicles, there was a cannon towing.
The military police, dressed in khaki uniforms, had stern expressions and hurriedly moved between the vehicles, making final preparations.
There was a kind of fanaticism and determination in their eyes, as if they were about to rush to a bloody feast.
Standing on the steps at the entrance of the headquarters, Shunsuke Nakamura, Yudai Itai and others watched quietly as the military police made final preparations.
Soon, all the vehicles started and the military police boarded the troop transport trucks.
Everything is ready.
Shunsuke Nakamura glanced at the expressionless Yudai Itai, the excited Ken Nakagawa, and the others with complicated expressions.
Then he gave a loud order: "Go! We will win!"
In an instant, the entire convoy rushed towards the headquarters gate like a wild beast.
The tank tracks and the wheels of armored vehicles rolled up a cloud of dust that looked like billowing yellow smoke.
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Off the coast of Tianjin.
On the rough sea, the Kaga aircraft carrier was like a steel behemoth, running at full power, sailing against the wind and breaking through the waves.
On the deck, there was a pungent smell of fuel oil, intertwined with the salty smell of the sea breeze.
The planes are lined up neatly, like steel war eagles about to go into battle.
The fuselage gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the dim light, and the eye-catching rising sun flag on the wings seemed to be heralding the bloody battle that was about to unfold.
The plane's engine made a low roar, and it couldn't wait to rush into the sky.
The ground crews were like busy worker ants, shuttling between the planes. They were wearing the Japanese Navy's unique ground crew uniforms, their eyes focused and tense.
Someone was skillfully checking the aircraft's ammunition load, ensuring that every bomb and every machine gun was in best condition.
Some people were racing against time to refuel the planes. The transparent fuel flowed rapidly in the oil pipes, as if injecting deadly energy into these war machines.
The pilots wore flight caps, their faces filled with enthusiasm and determination.
They looked at each other, their eyes conveying a firm will to fight.
Pilot Oshima held Yamamoto's shoulders tightly and said with a firm look: "Yamamoto, this time we must let those arrogant guys in the army know who controls the air superiority!"
Yamamoto nodded vigorously, his eyes revealing a fierce look, and responded: "That's right, Oshima! Our flying skills are far superior to theirs. Let them have a taste of our power!"
At this time, Sato on the side also came over, waved his fist and shouted: "Warriors, think about the army's daily exclusion of us, today is our time to be proud!"
Everyone shouted, "Yes, let them pay the price! Show those army guys some color!"
In the control tower, Katsuo Abe looked at the pilots on the deck who were encouraging each other and smiled knowingly.
Bang! The signal gun spit out a red flare.
"Take off!" The pilots who had been waiting for orders saluted the control tower and closed the canopy.
The plane's engine instantly made a deafening roar, the propeller spun rapidly, and the airflow it created made the surrounding air vibrate.
The first plane rushed along the deck like an arrow, then suddenly pulled up its nose and rushed into the sky.
Immediately afterwards, one plane after another took off and circled above the aircraft carrier.
Soon, the fleet completed the formation. The pilot on the lead fighter plane pushed open the cockpit and made a tactical gesture to several wingmen around him, regardless of the air currents at high altitudes and the strong wind from the propeller.
Then he pulled the control stick, and the entire fighter began to tilt its wings, roaring towards the distant Tianjin.
Behind it, a densely packed fleet of fighter jets determined the course.
The next moment, the fleet of aircraft moved towards Tianjin like a black shadow of death.