Age of Conquest Reborn

In the early morning of September 13th, as soon as the sun came out, it dispelled the autumn cold of last night. Before the sun could warm my clothes, a sea breeze blew from the surface of Liaodong Bay, and thick clouds began to accumulate.

After a while, the sun was blocked, and the clouds continued to thicken. It seemed that the first autumn rain in western Liaoning was coming unexpectedly.

In such weather, if it starts to rain, the battle carefully prepared by the Northern Flying Group will be completely ruined. The pilots who are already neatly dressed and waiting in the take-off area have gloomy faces and run out to look at the sky from time to time.

Liu Cuigang's face was ashen, and he was walking back and forth with his hands behind his back in the Jinzhou Air Control Meteorological Office of the Northern Aviation Group of the Air Force, like a grinning wolf, panting heavily from time to time, and kept cursing God, "

It’s really fucking weird, for more than half a month, there hasn’t even been a cloudy day, and yet just when I’m about to go to war, God comes to join in the fun!”

After mumbling for a while, he went out to look at the sky, then came back in and continued to walk back and forth anxiously, pointing blankly at the weather office. The nervous and busy officers were afraid to express their anger, despite the fact that Commander Liu was usually very amiable to everyone.

His face was like a volcano erupting when he lost his temper. No, as soon as he entered the weather room today, his face was so gloomy that it was darker than the sky outside. The lieutenant in charge of weather observation had his hands trembling.

At about seven o'clock in the morning, the sky became increasingly gloomy, and no one could see any intention of clearing up. Liu Cui just went out for a walk, looked up at the sky, frowned, gritted his teeth, and turned around.

Meteorological Department door.

The big feet wearing flying boots stepped on the concrete floor, making a "dong-dong" sound, which was heard in the ears of the officers of the Meteorological Department. It was almost like thunder. When they walked to a house with the director's house number, Liu Cuigang did not knock on the door.

, just open the door and go in.

This is a simple and elegant office without too many decorations. Various charts are pasted on the three walls. Behind the desk, a young and beautiful female major raised her head in surprise. A pair of bright eyes like autumn water, behind the desk,

Liu Cuigang, who had a lawsuit on his forehead, turned around and frowned slightly, as if to blame him for being rude and not even knowing how to knock on the door.

Liu Cuigang didn't care about this. He asked in a rough voice: "Xu Qingya, tell me. Will the weather clear up before nine o'clock in the morning?" After saying that, he stared at the female major, as if she

The answer is written on the smooth forehead.

Xu Qingya, female, 28 years old, director of the Meteorological Department of the Northern Flight Group of the ** Division Aviation Force, with the rank of major. She once had the experience of studying abroad. She studied meteorology and received a master's degree. Three years ago, she participated in *

The Air Force of the *Division is an authoritative meteorological expert of the Northern Aviation Group. In his heart, he has a deep affection for Liu Cuigang, the number one boss of the Northern Aviation Group. It can also be called a secret love.

It's just that the thick-lined Liu Cuigang was focused on the troops and didn't notice at all. Now, seeing Liu Cuigang in a menacing and apologetic manner, it seems that this weather is entirely caused by himself, and I can't help but feel...

Angry, secretly blaming this wooden guy for not being more elegant in front of girls?

Xu Qingya stood up from the chair, walked lightly to Liu Cuigang, met his eyes without fear, and said seriously: "Commander Liu, how many more times do you need me to repeat? I will tell you for the last time, the Meteorological Department has

The conclusion is that the weather will definitely clear before eight to nine o'clock this morning and the flight will not be delayed! If my prediction is wrong, you can punish me at will!"

I'm sorry, this morning, Liu Cuigang broke into Xu Qingya's office and asked the same question so many times that he lost count. It annoyed the other girls. Moreover, every time he came in, he would frown like this.

He barged in blankly.

Liu Cuigang was stunned. The determination in Xu Qingya's eyebrows made him feel something. It was as if he noticed for the first time the outstanding appearance of the female major in front of him. He could also see the dissatisfaction in her heart, even though she was his direct subordinate.

Subordinate, but it seems a bit rude to just barge in like this?

However, to ask Liu Cuigang to apologize to his subordinates, especially a young and beautiful female subordinate, he could not do it even if he was beaten to death. He did not dare to make eye contact with the girl, trembled his lips a few times, and squeezed out a few words, "Aren't I anxious?"

, well, this is the last time I ask you!"

After saying that, she turned around and ran away. Xu Qingya was stunned for a moment, then covered her mouth and chuckled. The attentive girl saw the trace of panic and embarrassment in the eyes of the usually wooden Liu Cuigang, and couldn't help but blink.

The smile turned into a crescent moon.

At around eight o'clock, just as Xu Qingya predicted, the thick clouds covering the sky gradually dispersed, and the bright sunshine shed thousands of golden lights through the gaps in the clouds. The clouds opened and the fog dispersed, and the sun shone brightly. Liu Cuigang's

His mood was just like the blue sky, with light clouds and gentle wind, indescribably open, and Xu Qingya's graceful grace was deeply imprinted in his heart and could never be forgotten again.

At nine o'clock sharp, Commander Liu Cuigang gave the order for the first echelon of fighter jets to take off. Jinzhou Field Airport immediately became noisy, and the roar of engines could not be heard. On the runway, fighter planes flew fiercely against the sunshine of the autumn morning in western Liaoning.

The ground rushed into the sky and quickly disappeared into the increasingly lighter clouds. At the same time, three bomber regiments also took off from Sidaogou Field Airport.

Fighters and bombers will meet over Huludao, then turn to the sky over Liaodong Bay to search for the Japanese fleet. After the first echelon of aircraft takes off, the second echelon of fighter jets is also ready to take off.

At around nine o'clock in the morning, on the sea surface of Liaodong Bay, the commander of Manchukuo's Bohai Sea Cruise Fleet, Colonel Yamada Masonori, was bored and sitting in the command cabin of the flagship "Qinglong", holding a telescope and observing the sea surface.

situation above.

Colonel Yamada is not satisfied with the mission he is currently performing. As an officer of the Imperial Japanese Navy, the battlefield should be on the vast Pacific Ocean, not Liaodong Bay. Especially regarding the fleet number, Colonel Yamada feels deeply from the bottom of his heart.

disgust.

The Imperial Japanese Fleet was originally a good fleet, but it happened to bear the name of the Manchukuo Bohai Cruise Fleet. Even the Imperial Navy flag of the rising sun could not be hung on the mast of the warship, but there was an inexplicable one with a golden dragon embroidered on it.

, the so-called Manchukuo flag.

Thinking of this, Colonel Yamada felt even more ridiculous. The Bohai Cruise Fleet composed of fifteen warships, from warships to sailors, were all authentic imperial goods. There was not even a screw from Manchukuo. Yamada did not understand his superior's order.

In his opinion, the Emperor of Manchukuo was worth less than a second lieutenant in the Imperial Navy, so he felt like he was being assigned to serve as commander of this fleet.

It is said to be a fleet, but most of the dozen or so warships are the main fleet of the empire. They are old items that have been eliminated. The largest warship has a displacement of only about 7,000 tons. It is the flagship "True Dragon"!

Do you know if the big guys at the Navy Department took the wrong medicine and put a dozen old warships in the waters of Liaodong Bay? What are they going to do?

Fortunately, the position of fleet commander allowed Colonel Yamada Shinohonori to find some psychological balance. With his military rank, in the main fleet of the Imperial Navy, he can at best serve as the captain of a destroyer. This is still a high estimate. Now, how should I say it?

He is also a fleet commander, with more than a dozen warships under his command, which is more than a commander's addiction. Moreover, it seems that the Navy division troops occupying the western Liaoning area have no warships. In this sea area, I am the king of heaven.

Later, Yamada, who was bored, found new fun in the sinful activities of sinking Chinese fishing boats and massacring Chinese fishermen, and enjoyed it endlessly, watching the Chinese fishing boats being reduced to pieces in the gunfire.

, the Chinese fishermen drifted in the waves and were shot dead by the imperial sailors with rifles. Yamada could not suppress his excitement. Many times, he did it himself, resulting in the lives of the Chinese fishermen.

However, Colonel Yamada did not find this kind of fun today. The fleet has been sailing for several hours and has not seen even a Chinese fishing boat. Therefore, the commander is a little unhappy. A small staff officer with no eyesight,

I got slapped a few times.

"Boring!" Yamada muttered, holding up the telescope and casually observing the sea surface. Suddenly, a hungry wolf-like light appeared in his eyes. In the telescope, several fishing boats appeared with bulging sails.

It was the best target. Colonel Yamada immediately raised his spirits and ordered: "Other ships are waiting where they are. The True Dragon speeds up and catches up with those Chinese fishing boats!"

The warships turned on full power and pounced on the fishing boats like hungry wolves. Apparently, the fishermen on the fishing boats also saw the Japanese warships rushing towards them with their teeth and claws. They quickly turned around and fled in a hurry. Colonel Yamada gave the order as if on stimulants.

After a series of orders, he enjoyed the feeling of chasing and being chased. He was even more willing to see the panic, fear, despair and helplessness in the eyes of the Chinese fishermen.

However, Commander Yamada's next order puzzled the Japanese naval officers and sailors on the equally bloodthirsty "True Dragon": "Convey my order. After approaching the Chinese fishing boat, do not fire or follow closely.

Be careful not to crash or sink, otherwise you will be dealt with according to military law!"

All the Japanese sailors and officers were wondering, "Could it be that Commander Yamada changed his profession to fasting and chanting Buddha's name? He changed his mind and became a new man? Did he feel pity for the lives of these Chinese pigs? Or did Commander Yamada receive some stimulus and did something unreasonable?

What happened?"

Only a few Japanese officers who were also in the command cabin understood what was going on. Commander Yamada, with a ferocious light in his eyes and a sinister smile on his lips, couldn't wait to pick up a rifle and walked to the deck.

He wanted to shoot these Chinese fishermen one by one with his own hands.

(To be continued)