freenovelworld Chapter 793 Return of the Heroic Spirit
Chapter 793 Return of the Heroic Spirit
Tokyo Bay was shrouded in a thick haze, and the salty sea breeze blew across the deck.
The Haizhou Kingdom's "Zhiyuan!" cruiser was like a steel fortress, firmly anchored in the sea that had witnessed countless tragedies and heroisms. Its figure looked particularly solemn under the gray sky.
On the deck of the cruiser, a simple yet solemn altar stands tall.
The altar was built of solid wooden boards and covered with a layer of white cloth, which fluttered gently in the sea breeze, like the white wings of heroes.
There are fresh fruits on the altar, each of which is plump and round, exuding a refreshing fragrance. There is also an incense burner emitting curling green smoke, and the curling smoke seems to be a bridge connecting two worlds.
In the middle is a black wooden plaque with large golden characters reading "The soldiers who died in the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895 will live forever!" Each word is like a star that shone and fell, recording that painful and tragic history.
The navy officers and soldiers lined up neatly in front of the altar, wearing light blue uniforms and standing tall like pine trees. The sunlight shone on their resolute faces, outlining their serious and reverent expressions.
Captain Lin Guohao stood at the front of the team. His eyes showed both remembrance of the martyrs and firm determination for the future.
The ceremony begins,
Lin Guohao walked slowly to the altar, his steps steady and powerful. He bowed deeply three times, each of which was filled with infinite respect and gratitude for the martyrs.
Then, with trembling hands, he picked up a glass of wine and held it high above his head. The wine sparkled with crystal light in the sunlight.
"My dear martyrs! Today, we come to pay tribute to you by the shore of Tokyo Bay with heavy thoughts and high respect." Lin Guohao's voice was deep and passionate, echoing on the deck. "Back then, you faced powerful enemies in the Battle of the Yellow Sea, fought bravely, and defended the dignity and honor of the country with your flesh and blood. Your heroic deeds are like immortal monuments, forever engraved in our hearts. Today, I hope that the heroic spirits of the martyrs will bless us in heaven and make sure we hit the target!"
As he spoke, Lin Guohao slowly poured the wine in front of the altar. The officers and soldiers also walked to the altar one by one, bowed, and burned incense. Their movements were uniform and every action was full of piety.
At this time, a sea breeze blew, blowing the curtain on the altar and the lapels of the officers and soldiers.
Everyone looked into the distance, as if they saw the tragic naval battle of that year. Deng Shichang led the Zhiyuan ship and resolutely rammed the enemy ship. His brave and fearless figure became the most heroic scene in the Sino-Japanese War of 1894. There were many more unknown soldiers who charged into battle in the hail of bullets and sacrificed their lives for the country and the nation.
"We will not forget your sacrifice, and we will not let the tragedy of history repeat itself," Lin Guohao clenched his fists and said loudly. "Now, we stand in this sea area to declare to the world that we have the ability and determination to avenge this blood debt!"
The officers and soldiers shouted in unison: "Remember the martyrs! Demand blood debts!" The sound resounded through the sky and echoed for a long time over Tokyo Bay. Afterwards, they quickly returned to their respective posts, preparing to carry out a just bombardment of the Yasukuni Shrine!
Ten minutes later, the three 203mm main guns simultaneously emitted a deafening roar, as if awakened by the long-sleeping heroic spirits.
The huge shells streaked across the gloomy sky like meteors, whistling towards the Yasukuni Shrine with blazing flames and endless anger.
At the moment the shell was flying, the whole world seemed to be quiet, leaving only the sharp whistling sound of the shell cutting through the air.
On this day, Haizhou State, relying on its strong military resources, launched fierce attacks simultaneously in many locations on the Asia-Pacific battlefield!
Busan, US military base,
Wood, a pilot of the 5th Flying Wing of the 13th Air Force of the U.S. Army, lay on his bed in the dormitory, his eyes bloodshot and his face full of fatigue.
He had already experienced two brutal air battles that day, and his body and mind had been pushed to the limit.
However, the shrill alarm sounded mercilessly again, and he could only drag his legs, which felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, towards the damaged fighter plane again.
As he flew his fighter plane into the sky over the Korea Strait over Busan again, he felt as if he was sleepwalking.
Every operation became slow and heavy, and the brain became unresponsive due to extreme fatigue.
Hundreds of Haizhou fighter planes attacked again like ferocious falcons, and the scene was even more terrifying than the previous two times.
Wood tried to concentrate on dealing with the crisis. But his hands were shaking on the joystick, and he couldn't control the fighter plane as accurately as before. He looked at the dense enemy planes around him and felt dizzy.
Those Haizhou fighter planes shuttled and circled flexibly, continuously attacking the US military aircraft formations. The artillery fire streaked across the sky like meteors, illuminating the dark sky.
Wood's fighter plane dodged left and right under the siege of enemy planes, and each dodge took all his strength. His heartbeat was unusually clear in the silent cockpit, as if it was about to burst through his chest.
Sweat soaked his flight suit, sticking to his body and making him feel uncomfortable. He tried hard to recall his usual air combat skills, but at this moment those memories were like a tangled mess that he couldn't sort out.
The shouts of his comrades rang out noisily in his headphones, some for help, some for warnings, but Wood felt that those voices seemed to come from far away, and he had no time to pay attention to them. His vision began to blur, and the fighter planes and artillery fire in front of him became dim. He knew he couldn't fall down, but his body was becoming more and more uncontrollable.
Suddenly, a missile flew straight towards his fighter plane. He tried to dodge it, but his reaction was too slow. With a loud bang, the fighter plane was hit by the missile. The violent explosion made the entire fuselage tremble violently. Wood was hit hard on the cockpit by the powerful impact, his eyes went black, and his consciousness began to blur.
The fighter plane lost control and fell toward the sea like a kite with its string cut. In his last consciousness, Wood looked out the window at the rapidly approaching sea, and a feeling of relief welled up in his heart.
He was too tired, and the war had exhausted him both physically and mentally. Finally, the fighter plane crashed heavily into the sea, splashing huge water. Wood was swallowed by the cold sea water along with the fighter plane, ending this painful and tiring day.
During the Busan air battle on that day, the Haizhou National Army Air Force dispatched more than 450 Qinglong 2 fighters from the Banuwang base to Yokosuka, and transferred from Yokosuka to launch three large-scale air battles at Busan throughout the day, shooting down a total of 354 US aircraft!