8.103 Air Aid to China

On Shanhaiguan Road on Yanjiang Avenue in Wuhan, there is a blue-gray brick building that looks very ordinary. The tense air that pervades www.biquge.info the air doesn't seem to have reached here. The personnel coming in and out of the blue-gray brick seemed calm. The strange military uniform is still crisp. The blonde, chestnut gray, and black hair is still neatly combed. Returning from training, fighting, or walking every day can still leave a burst of laughter in this panicked city.

Hundreds of young men of the Soviet Aviation Volunteer Corps lived here, including the bomber group captain Kurishenko. Although he has only been in China for a few months, Kurishenko seems to be a different person. What he saw, heard, and thought disturbed his inner world that had been calm for years. From the respectful and loving eyes of the Chinese, especially the elderly, women and children near the station, he saw a simple, kind and hospitable people. From the Chinese who silently endured the destruction of their homes and the death of their loved ones, he saw the most precious things in the world. In just a few months, Kurishenko fell deeply in love with this nation, this country and its people, every grass and tree in this amorous land. Kurishenko's sympathy and love are growing every day.

The more he loves China, the more Kurishenko hates the Japanese. If before coming to China, Kurishenko had a sense of respect for the Japanese Air Force, especially a powerful air force, then today Kurishenko will feel ridiculously so. When the air raid sirens are screaming day and night, Kurishenko is irritable and angry, and he is about to jump to his feet and scold: "What kind of soldier is the Japanese Air Force?" They are purely a bunch of devils. Why don't they fight on the battlefield seriously? Why do they keep attacking and harassing a peaceful city? Let people burrow into the ground and sleep in the suburbs day and night? Why did they bomb and strafe civilians fleeing on the roads and peasants toiling in the fields? Really stupid, barbaric? A bunch of cowards. One day I'm going to send all these devils to hell one by one. "Kurishenko loves emotions and impulsiveness, and at this time, no one should try to pull him into an air raid bunker.

Usually, Kurishenko is very quiet, he doesn't say a word quietly, and he walks with his head down. Kurishenko has too much on his mind. When he first arrived in China, all he heard was praise for the Chinese Air Force, for which Kurishenko was overjoyed. But Kurishenko is an expert, and he is proficient in an air force, aircraft equipment, and air tactics, and no mistake can escape his eyes. Although the Chinese Air Force headquarters provided Kurishenko with a considerable number of combat aircraft, he listed. But Kurishenko soon discovered a secret. Chinese warplanes are rarely removed from the aviation committee's thick register, even if they have long been damaged, broken and obsolete. Kurishenko does not know how many Chinese planes can fly into the sky and participate in air battles, and the senior generals of the Chinese Air Force do not seem to know, which makes Kurishinko stunned.

On the training ground, Kulishenko is fierce enough for the Chinese boys. What Kurishenko hopes is that these young men from the East will be able to master the "Dasa" bomber as soon as possible and accurately drop the bombs on the Japanese as soon as possible. He could no longer bear to see Japanese planes frantically slaughtering Chinese and ravaging Chinese land. Kurishenko has the same feelings for the people here, for every grass and tree here, like hometown and relatives.

Kurishenko is satisfied with the lads of the Chinese Air Force. They never objected to his harsh reprimands. From them, Kurishenko saw the wisdom, courage and indomitability of the Chinese, which especially satisfied and even admired him. But the upper echelons of the Chinese Air Force disappointed Kurishenko. Fighter pilots who participated in the war earlier mentioned to Kurishenko about the confusion in the command of the Chinese Air Force. Sometimes the plane was just halfway through the flight, and an order came down, and then had to turn around and go back. The airfields were careless and the alarms were not effective, and the Japanese often took advantage of loopholes, causing heavy losses. At first, Kurishenko was skeptical, he did not believe that an air force with poor planning, poor management and chaotic command could win the war? But Kurishenko gradually opened up a little, stubborn diseases do exist, and the "brain" of the Chinese Air Force is in disorder. Therefore, he can still win, relying on the hard support of his limbs, and relying on the superb skills of the air pilots and their combat lives. Now he understands why Chinese warplanes are dying more often at ground airfields than in the air, which makes Kurishenko especially distressed.

The Chinese Air Force was supposed to fight more beautifully! These awesome guys have traveled the world and are also top-notch! As a group leader, there is a duty that makes Kurishenko feel that he must not fight like this again in the future. Whether it is his own brothers or the Chinese pilots, as long as they fight with him Kurishenko, he cannot watch them make senseless sacrifices. Kurishenko didn't want the cute youth and the expensive plane to fill the bottomless black hole.

At the beginning of August, the work of training Chinese pilots to adapt to the new aircraft was completed, and Kurishenko finally received the bombing mission. The long-term coaching work consumed his energy, and Kurishenko's eye sockets were sunken, and it was difficult to see blood in the blue-gray face. But as soon as he sat in the cabin, his eyes lit up. The long-accumulated hatred finally poured into the tarmac full of Japanese fighters, the enemy warships, and the Japanese ground positions and artillery groups with the press of his fingers. The accurate explosion point and the fireworks made him feel drenched and excited. It's also really godly, every time he goes on a mission, Kurishenko's "Dasa" fleet always returns with a full load of victories. For a while, Kurishenko was as happy as a child, giggling and laughing.

The battle on the front line is tighter. Reports of front-line troops requesting support from the Air Force flew like snowflakes to the Military Commission, to the Aviation Committee. Kulishenko's brigade took off, landed, and took off again day and night. He was even thinner, his cheekbones bulged, his eyes were bloodshot, and his black hair, which was usually neatly combed, had long since become a mess. He hadn't been back to his residence for two days. When I was sleepy, I sometimes sat on the chair in the plane and took a nap, and I was next to the plane to eat. He was like a clockwork that was full of strings, running without stopping.

On the night of August 13, the sky was full of stars and the earth was silent. Kurishenko staggered to his feet, stretched his tired limbs, woke up his teammates and ran to the airport. By the light of the moon, Kurishenko personally led his brothers to get busy. Hang up bombs out of the warehouse, check the fighters, drive and refuel, everything has to be done by themselves. When the morning light in the east was slightly dewy and the earth was still blue-gray, one after another "Dasa" bombers had risen into the sky with a roar.

Kurishenko, as usual, pulled open the hatch, looked back at the mechanics and ground personnel with a knowing smile, and left the last words: "Goodbye, comrades, good news will come." ”

But on this day, Lady Luck, who had always been with him, cruelly left him. In the afternoon, the shocking news came back to Wuhan, Kurishenko's landline crashed into the Yangtze River in the southeast of Wanxian County, Sichuan, and Kurishenko was killed! (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )