Seeing the cluster of enemy planes ahead, or more precisely, below, and the aircraft carrier sailing into the wind on the sea surface, Zhu Huasheng suddenly felt that Lady Luck wasn't so hateful after all.
In fact, his luck had been very good all the way here.
Around ten thirty, which was about an hour after takeoff, the navigator noticed a trail appearing in the clouds below.
A straight line formed by condensed water vapor, clearly the trace left by an airplane that had passed by.
Moreover, that plane had come from the east, flying below an altitude of one thousand meters, and must have decreased its flight altitude after entering the cloud.
As expected, it should be a seaplane.
Of course, it could also be a low-flying reconnaissance aircraft.
After all, to get a clear view of the sea surface, reconnaissance planes usually fly below the clouds, and it's rare for them to fly above them.
The key point was that the plane hadn't detected Zhu Huasheng's "Flying Fish."
