Jiang Deyi wasn't a native of Jurong. He had fled to Jurong after the Huayuankou dike was bombed. He had attended school for two years at home, and then took half a year of night school courses in Jurong.

He strongly agreed with the principles that the instructors from the Special Operations Brigade taught at the night school, and became a social activist. Now he was also a staff member of the Special Operations Brigade.

This time, he heard people around him saying that the Japanese devils were gathering many troops in various places, and it looked like a war was about to break out.

Jiang Deyi was still very nervous. Although he had fled famine and gone hungry, he had never actually fought in a war.

The group of people who were repairing the road with him today had also never fought in a war, but they had all heard how powerful the Special Operations Brigade was in battle.

While they worked with their hands, they began to worry with their mouths. One said: "We've only had a few good days, and the Japanese devils are coming again."

This was a local. The last time the Japanese devils came, he had taken his whole family to hide in the mountains to avoid them.

Thinking of his mood at that time, he still couldn't help but feel lingering fear: Later, they heard that some people in some villages hadn't run away, and as a result, the people and the villages were burned inside by the Japanese devils.

Some people also said: "We shouldn't have gone to fight against the Japanese devils. We should only care about the snow in front of our own door, and not care about the frost on other people's roofs."

This was also a local. There were many literate people in the Jurong base area, and various newspapers were willing to be sold here.

He had also seen this argument in the newspaper, believing that the Special Operations Brigade could completely negotiate peace with the Japanese devils, and ordinary people just wanted to live in peace.

As soon as he said this, someone immediately retorted: "Jiang San'er! You're biting the hand that feeds you!

When the Japanese devils came, most of the people who fought against them here were outsiders. If they hadn't driven the Japanese devils away, this place would still be an occupied area.

Not to mention the distant past, just look at Suzhou, which is now occupied by the Japanese devils. What kind of life are the people there living? There are corvée labors every month, and donations every now and then.

Not to mention others, many people in our factory have even abandoned their land over there and come here to work.

Isn't it because the Japanese devils are exploiting them too harshly and they can't make a living over there, that they came here?"

"That's right! Who would want to leave their hometown and go outside to make a living?" another person said.

Cui Yongqiang was a fighter pilot under Captain Pan. On the ground, they had already received theoretical training on aerial refueling procedures.

Now he was nervously staring at the tanker in front of him, which was a tanker converted from a transport aircraft. After receiving his refueling request, the tanker slowly released the hose.

At the very end of the hose was a funnel-shaped large disc, floating in the air. This large disc floating in the air was not very stable.

Now Cui Yongqiang needed to use the fuel nozzle on his plane to connect with that large disc, and then he could notify the other party to release fuel.

At this time, his plane's speed could not be too fast, as too fast would easily cause him to crash into the tanker. It also could not be too slow, as too slow would make it impossible to keep up with the tanker.

Cui Yongqiang carefully operated the plane. He had tried twice, and missed both times. He said to himself in his heart: "Don't rush! Take it slow! Don't panic!"

The third time, the plane accelerated smoothly, without the slightest deviation in position, and finally inserted into the disc. Cui Yongqiang excitedly said: "Connection successful, please refuel."

The refueling on the other side lasted only five minutes. Then they separated, and another fighter jet that was waiting on the side went up to refuel.

Cui Yongqiang's fighter jet immediately descended. Having successfully refueled once, he immediately had to rush to another airspace to cooperate with another aerial tanker for another refueling training session.

Time was tight. Now one tanker needed to refuel five fighter jets. In order to ensure successful refueling during combat, each fighter pilot needed to successfully connect to the hose at least ten times to be considered qualified.

Moreover, the refueling had to be done with aerial tankers piloted by ten different pilots before they could pass the test.

According to Lin Fan's idea: If they couldn't reach this level of training, after the planes took off, if they couldn't refuel on the vast sea, then there would really be nowhere to land and nothing they could do.

Xie Huaqiang, Yan Gaofei and the others spent almost all of their time in the air training for two days. Everyone knew clearly: If they couldn't refuel this time, even the best skills would be useless.

The one-way distance of one thousand kilometers meant that the fighter jets only had a range of more than eight hundred kilometers. This required refueling at least twice to return. If the time spent in Nagasaki was a little longer, they would need to refuel three times to fly back.

For this operation, Lin Fan prepared twenty tankers, and also prepared ten tankers at Guangde Airport. These ten planes and twenty fighter jets would take off from Guangde after the main fleet arrived in Nagasaki to meet them.

Judging from the training results of the first day, the pilots' completion rate was very good.

Lin Fan carefully analyzed it and attributed it to the current flight speed of the planes. The current flight speed of the planes was generally not high. The flight speed during refueling was less than two hundred kilometers, which was completely like a snail compared to the speed of the jet planes during his training.

Therefore, the difficulty of aerial refueling was reduced by several orders of magnitude. Judging from the training results of the first day, bombing Nagasaki was a certainty, and it was imperative.

Lin Fan didn't hesitate at all. The battle plan had been prepared long ago. Nagasaki was a Japanese industrial city. This time, the Special Operations Brigade was taking a risky move, without trying to establish a base there.

They were just going to bomb it and leave. Lin Fan also knew that if he took all the fighter jets and bombers away, the air defense forces of the Jurong base area would be too weak.

The main air defense force was on the anti-aircraft artillery, which was a pressure on Jurong's air defense.

Li Xian supported this, saying: "Don't worry! We have built anti-aircraft turrets in various cities according to the blueprints you provided.

They can completely protect our industrial areas and cities."

He had great confidence in the anti-aircraft turret designed by Lin Fan, even more confidence than Lin Fan himself. Hearing him say this, Lin Fan wanted to explain that this anti-aircraft tower was not designed by him, but was actually the later masterpiece of the current German president.

He was just copying his homework.

It was better not to say such words that were detrimental to his image. Lin Fan could only accept Li Xian's praise with a thick face.

During the several hours that Lin Fan led the team to bomb Nagasaki this time, Yang Dadan was fully responsible for the command of the entire Jurong base area.

Although Li Xian was the number two figure in the Special Operations Brigade, he had always been mainly focused on people's livelihood and providing logistical support. It was better to let professional personnel handle command and combat matters.

Originally, Lin Fan wanted to transfer Chen Sichuan back, but the Jiangbei base area was also under pressure from the Japanese devils, and he was needed there to organize.

Since preparations had been made, at 6:00 a.m. on January 25, 1938, Lin Fan led the Special Operations Brigade's fleet to take off from Guangde.

They were late three times one after another, and then sent away. This made Tomita Yutaka urgently train a few times, and became a welder in the factory.

Now he also tasted the karmic reward of working fourteen hours a day, and every day when he returned home, he would be angry, vent his anger on Kiko, and then drink and sleep.

Despite this, Miki Kiko had to wake her husband up to go to work every time after being beaten, and dared not let him be late once.

Although Kiko had to silently endure her husband's morning grumpiness every morning, what could she do? If she didn't do this, the whole family would have no source of income.

She could only live like those other women in the shipyard whose husbands had been sent out to fight, doing flesh and blood business.

Tomita Yutaka also knew in his heart that what he was doing was too much, but he was depressed. He didn't dare to vent his anger on anyone in the shipyard.

Now everyone in the factory was rushing to work, and everyone had to work overtime. Anyone who refused to work overtime would be sent away immediately.

Under this pressure, Tomita Yutaka could only vent his anger on Kiko at home every day. Only in this way could he work like a normal person after arriving at the shipyard.

After the factory received a group of foreign journalists for interviews, the factory director became even more excited and formulated a new policy: work two more hours of overtime every day and make more contributions to the construction of the empire.

In this way, working one day was equivalent to working two days in the past, and today they would be able to complete the work for next year. If they persisted for decades, they would be able to enter the twenty-first century first.

Tomita Yutaka was almost on the verge of collapse after hearing this news. The fourteen hours a day had already made him feel that he couldn't live anymore.

Now it was going to be sixteen hours a day, which meant they didn't want him to live!