I want to be a good person

Yichang, located at the boundary between the upper and middle reaches of the Yangtze River, is known as the "Gateway to the Three Gorges" and the "Throat of Sichuan and Hubei".

It was called Yiling in ancient times, named after the fact that the water here becomes Yi and the mountain here becomes Ling.

In the old year and on this day, at this time and place, all the people worked together to transport the flooded materials for forty days, and all the supplies and people were transported westward. This was known in history as the Yichang Evacuation, which was comparable to the Dunkirk Evacuation.

At Wharf No. 9, a fireworks display unfolds before your eyes, fishing boats sway, the first ray of sunlight shines through the autumn mist, and snack stalls are steaming and filled with fragrance.

The porter carrying a heavy load walked steadily on the stone road by the river. A black cat jumped around among his figures, leaving its footprints.

On the other side, a yellow dog snatched the bun that the child dropped on the ground and ran away very quickly, weaving through the crowd, leaving behind only sad cries.

"Soy milk and fried dough sticks, and a few buns."

Sitting on a long bench, Zhang Aiguo asked the stall owner to bring some food.

“Why are there so few people now?”

"From your accent, you can tell that you are not a local, but you are very familiar with Yichang. Guests from far away are welcome. Please eat first."

Talking while working.

"I've bought goods here before. At that time, there were many ships, with masts and sterns connected to each other. It was much more prosperous than it is now."

"For two years, shipping has relied on the flow of cargo. Ever since the Japanese blocked the aisles, cargo couldn't leave. It has been piled up for a long time, resulting in a loss of capital and a lot of quiet."

"What a pity!"

"These dwarf thieves, instead of living in their own homes, come here to burn, kill and rob. When will we kill them?"

"Those soldiers are not up to the task either. They run away when they are beaten. They are the most careful in collecting money and will not accept even a penny less."

The small vendors were gnashing their teeth in resentment. With less material transportation, naturally there were fewer people and they couldn't make any money.

At its peak, Yichang had a population of over 10, making it the second largest city in Hubei. Its urban planning and construction was completely modeled after Hankou in Shanghai.

Zhang Aiguo did not go deep into the city. The city is divided into the old and new cities. The old city has a relatively simple appearance, and the roads and houses exude a strong sense of vicissitudes.

After the city fell, the Japanese set fire to it, burning down more than 90 percent of the city.

There is a lot of evidence.

How can we win by suing them in the Japanese court for the crimes they committed when they refuse to admit to invading China and keep preaching about the China incident every day?

Why not prosecute domestically?

We often say that we should keep pace with the international standards and look at what is being done outside. There are so many ready-made examples.

When it comes to copying a pattern, there are always reasons or excuses to be picky.

The mist dissipated and the roar sounded again.

Zhang Aiguo sneaked into the closed Tieluba Airport. The frequent bombings by the Japanese invaders led to the suspension of flights on the Yi-Yu line. The original China Aviation Corporation Yichang office went bankrupt and disbanded in May.

The airport is 580 meters wide and 735 meters long, with an extended runway of 1000 meters. It can take off and land American Douglas aircraft and accommodate various types of aircraft.

An iron bird soared into the sky, flapped its wings, turned its head, and flew eastward toward the Yangtze River.

The tank was filled with aviation gasoline, and with a slight push on the throttle valve, the buzzing sound became louder and louder.

Red balloons rose in Yichang City, and the air raid sirens sounded heart-wrenchingly, piercing the ears of people on the ground. Avoiding danger became an instinct.

I turned my head to look at the city below, and climbed to 2500 meters. Going higher, the air was thin, the wind was cold and it was icy, and I couldn't hold on for long.

Zhang Aiguo concentrated his attention and observed carefully, feeling nervous for fear of encountering the Japanese devils.

Newspapers in Chongqing have clearly stated that the Nationalist government is about to launch a winter offensive. Perhaps the mobilization of troops will attract most of the Japanese's attention, allowing them to slip through the net.

In 28, the National Army launched strategic counter-offensives in spring, summer, autumn and winter. The winter counter-offensive was the largest in scale and achieved the most fruitful results.

At the Nanyue Military Conference which had just concluded, the captain pointed out that changes in the international situation had brought the domestic anti-Japanese war situation to a turning point.

It was clear that we had entered the second period of the War of Resistance, and we were required to turn from defense to offense, from static to dynamic, and actively take the offensive.

All twelve war zones were fully mobilized, and the Fifth and Ninth War Zones carried out military operations in late November.

The plane was buzzing, and suddenly, a barrage of machine gun bullets came up, bang bang.

Zhang Aiguo panicked, pulled the joystick, pushed the throttle, and the plane rose to a high angle.

Looking at the tilted fuselage, several machine guns were firing into the sky, and the Kuomintang air force planes were basically wiped out.

Only our own people were firing shots. The National Army's progress was indeed impressive. Since the Japanese troops were deployed in a scattered manner, each one became an isolated island, surrounded by heavy troops and fighting alone. Air supply became the key.

Zhang Aiguo had read a lot of books on how to win wars and the worship of great men in his previous life, and he had some memories of them, just at different times.

"buzzing"

In the distance, a green-painted Japanese plane was flying towards this direction.

In order to avoid the rain of bullets, Zhang Aiguo turned to the south bank.

Ki-57 transport aircraft?

Or the L2D transport?

Zhang Aiguo couldn't tell the difference either, but looking at the streamline of the plane, it looked a bit like a bomber, and was roughly similar to the Type 96 Land Attack Plane.

Could it be delivering supplies?

I don’t see the defensive machine guns they are equipped with. If you don’t bully them now, when will you bully them?

Zhang Aiguo swung the joystick to the right and the plane rushed up.

The Japanese pilots had seen him a long time ago, but didn't take it seriously. Now the sky was filled with Japanese planes, painted in military green and with red plasters on the fuselages and wings.

"Da da da da da"

Death is coming.

The rain of bullets from the Type 88 machine gun was like a sharp sickle, slashing at the fuselage.

Close-range shooting, although small in caliber, cannot withstand dense attacks.

Ants bite elephants to death!

The piercing bullets sent out a string of sparks, the plane began to smoke and crackle with fire. The pilot tried desperately to pull the plane up, but the nose of the plane was facing downward, falling helplessly.

"Da da da da da"

The bullets didn't stop and kept firing.

Bang!Bang!

Zhang Aiguo followed behind and saw the canopy pop up and two Japanese pilots flew into the sky.

I just watched them adjust their postures, and soon two white flowers bloomed.

Their plane was falling downwards with a humming sound, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

It is said that the weight of an object doubles for every meter it falls. A titanium rod launched into space can destroy the world.

Do you want to fight the Japanese pilots?

Think about the Geneva Convention, which the Japanese never abide by.

Moving the fuselage, Zhang Aiguo decided to practice his shooting skills. Every time he had to face the fierce bear, engaging in an aerial bayonet fight, which was a little dangerous.

It was my first time shooting from the air and I was a little excited.

The cruelty and bloodiness of the Japanese devils were fully revealed at this moment, even though they were about to die.

The Type 94 pistol in his hand kept firing.

It's a little far from you and out of reach of Zhang Aiguo. The first aerial combat was accomplished by the pistol. If you make such a low-level mistake, you would be like a blind bear sleeping on the ground, so stupid.

Zhang Aiguo felt that he was very kind and fully abided by the Geneva Convention and would never shoot at prisoners.

How can a person be so mean?

Zhang Aiguo tore the white parachute cloth into pieces.

If the dead Japanese soldier fell to the ground with a complete body, how could we be fair to the dead heroes and the innocent people?

Give them a ride and wish them a safe journey!