It was 4:35.
At least seven Japanese outposts on the high ground heard the roar of the planes.
As a dense mass of warplanes flew in from afar, the seven Japanese soldiers on guard duty stood frozen in place.
Subsequently, urgent telegrams were passed from the hands of the rank-and-file Japanese soldiers to the Indochina Command of the Japanese Imperial Army in Hanoi.
At this moment, Yamashita Tomoyuki was still fast asleep, snoring loudly.
Inside the room, only a dim wall lamp was on, and a map hung on the wall.
"Ring ring..."
suddenly.
The corded hand-cranked telephone on the bedside table began to shake violently, its shrill ring echoing in the quiet room.
"Baka yarou!"
Awakened by the noise, Yamashita Tomoyuki couldn't help but curse.
But he quickly regained consciousness and sat up.
The call continued, and Yamashita Tomoyuki grabbed the phone. "Who is it?"
"Hi, Commander, I just received reports from seven sentries that they have spotted several hundred large warplanes flying in our direction."
The voice on the other end of the phone was that of Akito Nakamura.
"What?"
Yamashita Tomoyuki suddenly stood up, his legs went weak, and he collapsed back onto the bed, sweat instantly beading on his forehead. "Damn it! What's going on?"
A large number of enemy aircraft entered our airspace?
How many are there?
What's the meaning?
The air force that never sets on the British Empire?
Or is it the Chinese Air Force?
No, China doesn't have an air force.
Who is that?
No matter how Yamashita Tomoyuki thought about it, he never connected it to the National League Army.
"Commander, I don't know what happened either."
On the other end of the phone, Nakamura Akito was also dumbfounded. "I've already sent people to investigate the specific reason, and I believe we'll figure it out soon."
Yamashita Tomoyuki took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down: "Immediately notify the troops at the front to be on high alert and be careful of enemy ambushes."
"yes!"
"Wait a minute," Yamashita Tomoyuki called out again, then asked after a moment's thought, "Do you think it could be a Nationalist Army plane?"
Nakamura Akito shook his head. "It shouldn't be."
He clearly remembered that when Colonel Yukishi Matsubara, commander of the 37th Air Wing, reported the bombing results that evening, all the reconnaissance planes at Nankou Airport had been destroyed.
Therefore, it is unlikely to be a plane belonging to the National League for Democracy.
Time is slowly passing.
5:21.
The sky in the distance was beginning to lighten.
The clouds in the east grew thicker and thicker, gradually obscuring the sunlight.
The sun is about to rise.
"Tick-tock~ Tick-tock~ Tick-tock~"
"Ring ring..."
The phone rang again.
A phone call from Nakamura Akito completely pulled Yamashita Tomoyuki back to reality.
"Baka!"
"Baka Yalu!"
Yamashita Tomoyuki couldn't help but burst into a tirade, "People's League Army planes???"
"They have so many planes???"
"Baka—!"
"We've been tricked!"
"We've been tricked—!!!"
"It's all over! It's all over!"
"Our air force is finished!!!"
"Quickly! Immediately notify the 37th Flight Wing to take off immediately—!"
"Immediately—!!!"
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