Chapter 321 The real goal
On the night of August 5, 1945, the B-29 bomber "Ibonawa" parked quietly at the airport, followed by two aircraft of the same model, the "Grand Artist" and the "Necessary Evil" (literally translated as necessary evil)
Two round things, one large and one small, are being assembled in the final stages.
Ibonawa's captain and first officer were confirming the final status of the aircraft.
"Paul, I feel something's wrong." First Officer Ray stood there and said.
"Robert, did you notice anything unusual?" Tibbetts looked at his deputy.
"I can't tell, but I just feel uncomfortable, especially after assembling that [little girl]." Lei said while looking at the small bomb inside, which weighed about 2 tons.
"You know, a very important part of our mission this time is to collect data on nuclear explosions, but if two nuclear bombs with different yields are detonated at close range, this will make the data very inaccurate..."
Betitz nodded, "Yes, I had this doubt before, but the command headquarters has issued a clear order just now."
After speaking, the commander handed his partner a meeting minutes, which read, "Priority is given to ensuring that the destruction zone covers the source of the broadcast radio wire. If the first one does not reach the target, the second one will be used."
"Just remember it. According to the principle of confidentiality, only you and I know this information." Tibbetts took back the note paper.
"Is there a core target? Are the Japanese hiding something there?" This was Lei's first reaction.
You must know that their initial bombing target did not have a precise landmark. Even important value targets such as the Kokura Arsenal and the Yawata Steel Works were not included in the attack range.
And when it used nuclear bombs to cover a broadcasting station, it also added one as insurance, which shows that the US military has attached great importance to the target.
What exactly is it? Could it be Japan's super weapon that can make senior officials so fearful?
Lei looked at Betitz with questioning eyes, but the commander just shook his head, "I don't know. It only means that the higher-ups attach great importance to this matter. We just carry out the order."
The entire assembly was completed before nine o'clock. The aircraft was closely guarded by security guards all night, and searchlights were scanned from time to time.
In the night, something the size of a palm was walking quickly through the grass. A barbed wire fence was blocking the way, and the small thing showed its forelimbs with sharp blades.
A cold light flashed!
A minute later, patrolling soldiers came from a distance and continued moving forward after finding nothing unusual.
The night wind blew by, and no one noticed that there was a small hole under the barbed wire that only a rabbit could pass through.
At 2 a.m., the crew gathered in front of the airport. Commander Betitz was checking the final status of the aircraft and taking roll call. At this time, he discovered that the original 12-person crew team was missing one section.
"Where is Bartel? Where is he?" Betitz asked the team's mechanical engineer.
"Sorry, I'm here." A figure turned around from the tail of the plane. He was holding a screwdriver in his hand and there was still a little oil on his face.
"I took a look while the ground crew was doing maintenance. Our beautiful mother is in good condition and will have a pleasant trip today." Battelle patted the fuselage of the B-29 (Ibonawa is the name of Commander Betitz's mother) )
"OK! Please hurry up and get in line. Others are waiting for you. And for God's sake, wipe your face." Betitz threw a towel over.
Battle laughed and entered the queue, but he put the towel away directly and did not wipe the oil on his face.
Three B29s took off one after another, forming a loose formation and flying towards Japan.
The Ibonawa flew at an altitude of 31,000 feet, while the other two aircraft responsible for scientific research recording and image recording flew at higher altitudes to carry out their respective tasks. Flying nearly 10,000 meters in the sky, with the vast sea below, the only sound in the cabin is the sound of various instruments and machines running.
At four o'clock, the aircraft at the front to detect the weather came with the news: "The weather conditions in Hiroshima are good, there is heavy fog in Nagasaki and it is not suitable for bombing, and there is mist in Kokura, which can barely meet the standards for bombing."
The Ibonawa finally confirmed the bombing target: Kokura!
At 5 o'clock in the morning, the plane had already arrived at the South Sea of Japan. Someone suggested, "Guys, the atmosphere is too depressing. How about we do some reserved early morning projects?"
"Tokyo Rose?"
"That's right, come and listen to Tokyo Rose!"
At the end of World War II, Japan organized a special women's organization, with about 20-30 young women, who used broadcaster-style English every day to say "One step further is the grave", "Your child is suffering", "Go back and see your wife" "The words came to shake the morale of the US military.
The result was just the opposite: these sweet and lovely voices became a rare entertainment item for American soldiers.
The crew member happily turned on the radio.
On the other side, Miyoko, who had quietly run out of her house in the morning, got into a car and drove out of the city cautiously under the supervision of two people.
"Where are we going? Where is that gentleman?" Miyoko asked boldly, holding her schoolbag.
"South." The person in the car cherished the words like gold, with one hand in his arms, which was bulging.
"What am I going to do?"
"This is today's manuscript. If you read it well, you will be able to use it in a while." The man pulled out a few pieces of paper and handed them to Miyoko. There was not much text on them.
After driving for about dozens of kilometers, Miyoko saw a road sign that said "Okura"
The car stopped in front of an abandoned building. The man opened the door from the outside and then took a tape recorder.
"Go up, someone is waiting for you upstairs." The man pointed to the dim stairs.
Miyoko was really scared at this time, but thinking about the food and supplies promised by the other party, she worked hard to gain courage. She carefully avoided the broken bricks on the ground and walked towards the top of the building.
The guy upstairs was even more silent. When he met, he bowed ninety degrees and said nothing. Then he stretched out his hand and pulled down a cloth, and a set of new radio broadcasting equipment appeared in front of the girl's eyes.
"I'll read the manuscript here in a minute." The man threw down a piece of paper and left.
Although she was a little dazed, Miyoko cleared her throat and began to adjust herself. At this time, she discovered that there was a short paragraph written on the back of the manuscript paper.
Miss Miyoko:
We're sorry to bring you here in this way, they will try to keep you safe.
Please believe in the significance of what you do today, and your voice can create a different future for the world.
The person who has only been your teacher for two days: He
An antenna was set up high in the tree outside, pointing straight into the sky.
Looking out along the antenna, there seemed to be rows of small, inconspicuous houses a few hundred meters away.
At the door where soldiers are on duty, a wooden sign with large characters stands there:
Temporary garrison of the 25202nd Unit of the Epidemic Prevention and Water Supply Department of the Kwantung Army.
(End of chapter)