The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 608 This is War (Part 5) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]

"Calling command, I have successfully locked onto the target tank on the ground. Requesting immediate authorization to launch the Hellfire extended-range anti-tank missile. Call ended."

Speaking into his headset, Robert spoke lazily, his tone filled with an indescribable nonchalance.

Of course! Robert is also qualified to do so.

It should be noted that the aircraft he was currently piloting was the first Type 35B fighter jet ever flown by a soldier; it was cruising at a subsonic speed at an altitude of 1000 meters.

It was loaded with all sorts of advanced air-to-air and air-to-ground missiles, but its opponent was an old, World War II-era island tank from a Japanese island nation.

The technological gap between the two is enormous, perhaps even greater than that between a human and a dog.

For Robert, he could easily blow up that old tank with just a flick of his finger; the overwhelming battle left him with no motivation.

As a result, Robert had absolutely no enthusiasm for this support mission.

That's right! A fifth-generation fighter jet suddenly appeared in the sky above Dongjing City and quickly headed towards the Toranomon area. It came from the military bases of Dabing in the surrounding area.

More precisely, ever since they received a request for help from Connor Gris, the head of the China Q Bureau's island nation branch.

Even though the military bases around Dongjing City had just been severely damaged by a major storm, a large number of reinforcements were immediately dispatched.

Among them were numerous helicopters, carrying rapid reaction forces.
Army troops, including various armed off-road vehicles, armored vehicles, and tanks, rushed towards the China Q Bureau branch building from the ground to provide rescue.

However, the fastest and first rescue force to arrive was the No. 35B fighter jet piloted by Robert, who had been temporarily on combat duty for the past few days.

Thanks to the powerful capabilities of the AN/APG-81 active phased array radar on fighter jets.

After taking off vertically from the runway full of debris, and flying for a few minutes, we are now more than 20 kilometers away from the target.

Robert had already successfully locked onto the Type 89 medium tank using radar.

Once Robert obtains authorization from command to launch the extended-range Hellfire anti-tank missile, he can simply press the launch button, and that old tank will be doomed.

He didn't even wait long for the so-called launch authorization.

Two seconds later, Robert obtained launch authorization through the encrypted data link, and then he entered the target code and launch password into the fire control system.

The bomb bay under the fuselage was opened, and an extended-range Hellfire missile was immediately fired.

Once separated from the mounting bracket, it immediately hurtled towards the old tank at a speed of 391.7 meters per second.

With this particular Type 35B fighter jet, at a distance of approximately 20 kilometers from the target tank, it could hit the target in less than a minute.

But what happened next was something Robert could never have predicted, no matter how hard he tried...

At the same time, just as the Hellfire Extended Range Missile was launched from the No. 35B fighter jet, trailing its long tail fins.

The old car was still bombarding the fleeing SAT members with tank cannon fire from afar.

Suddenly, a very urgent electronic notification sounded in the earpieces of Lao Che, Xin Huo, and Ji Shouxing:

"Warning, warning, you are currently locked onto by millimeter-wave radar."

A missile attack is anticipated immediately; please take cover immediately.

After hearing these notification sounds, the three of them were stunned for a second or two before they realized that these notification sounds must have come from the high-tech smartwatches on their wrists.

The warnings about being locked on by millimeter-wave radar and missiles must mean that the Japanese, or their soldiers and air force, have launched missiles at them.

These days, many of the soldiers' surface-to-ground missiles have the capability to fire and forget about, autonomously tracking their targets.

Therefore, they cannot simply drive forward a distance to evade missile attacks; and given the thin-skinned, heavily armored nature of these tanks, a single hit is enough to kill them.

What to do? Immediately crawl out of the tank and escape, then grab your submachine gun and machine gun and engage the SAT in a firefight.

Of course not! In the blink of an eye, the old tank commander had already made his decision.

He yelled, "You jinx! Hide in the shop on the right!"

Upon hearing this command, Xin Huo immediately understood what the old car meant; he quickly shifted gears, floored the accelerator, and sent the tank roaring into a coffee shop on his right.

In the blink of an eye, he smashed the glass and rushed into the coffee shop.

During the process, Ji Shouxing glanced through the observation hole and discovered that this coffee shop was quite unusual; it turned out to be the legendary maid coffee shop.

Furthermore, the hem of the maid outfit seems unusually short.

Unfortunately, none of the waitresses dressed in maid outfits appeared to be taller than 160 centimeters; their legs were short and thick, and some even had bowlegs.

Now that she's hiding in a corner with a terrified expression on her face, she's not tempting at all.

After rushing into the coffee shop, Xinhuo's actions did not stop; this was just the beginning.

Although he knew that the Japanese, or the pilots of the soldiers, would not allow the missile to fly into the coffee shop and explode, so as not to collapse the whole building and cause huge casualties among the Japanese and civilians.

Therefore, the missiles should be manually guided to explode in uninhabited locations.

Still somewhat hesitant to gamble on the Japanese, or perhaps due to the soldiers' integrity, he continued driving the tank, crashing headlong into the wall separating the coffee shop from the adjacent store.

Amidst a flurry of flying bricks, the tank crashed straight into a neighboring cake shop.

In the following time, this old tank was like a wild boar charging into a vegetable field, crushing and ramming through all sorts of objects in its path.

After crashing through the wall of the third ramen shop, suddenly their eyes lit up as they realized they had burst out of an eight-story building.

But just then, a huge explosion came from behind.

Good heavens! The Japanese soldiers, or their pilots, were not afraid of friendly fire at all; they didn't care about the lives of the Japanese soldiers in this building.

Then, the building began to collapse.

If Xin Huo hadn't revved the tank to its maximum, causing it to crash through a Honda sedan after leaving the building, cross an alley in a very short time, and crash into an adjacent building...

They were almost buried directly by the collapsing building.

But the Japanese soldiers in this eight-story building weren't so lucky.

Apart from the four shops on the first floor, the second to fifth floors are occupied by small companies, while the residential area is located on the fifth floor and above. It can be said that there are at least one or two hundred people living in this building.

In such a sudden collapse, at least half of the people died on the spot.

How many of the remaining half will survive depends on how timely the Japanese rescue is; however, given the current chaotic state of the Toranomon 1-chome area, it seems the chances are slim.

This scene was naturally broadcast live by Neelham and witnessed by the 50+ viewers who were watching the live stream at that moment.

Among so many people, there are still quite a few who understand.

They could see that the pilot could have prevented the explosion, so he was the biggest culprit in this tragedy.

After they typed in the live stream and explained the situation,

On the screen of the live stream, countless comments such as 'murderer,' 'butcher,' and 'executioner' flooded the screen like a tidal wave.

Unfortunately, the viewers who flooded the screen knew that such comments were just impotent rage and did not cause any harm to the soldier pilot.

Even so, they still hoped for a miracle, that someone would shoot down that damned fifth-generation fighter jet, for the sake of justice...

******
Actually, Robert, the pilot who played the soldier, was somewhat wronged.

Because the subsonic cruise speed of the Type 35B fighter jet was not much slower than that of the Hellfire missile.

So when the missile was about to reach the coffee shop, Robert was only 5 kilometers away from that location.

At such a distance, with his excellent eyesight as a pilot, he could naturally see clearly that the tank had already hidden inside a shop on the side.

With his expertise, he naturally knew about the Hellfire missile's 'fire-and-forget' characteristic.

If he doesn't do something immediately, the missile will follow and explode inside the shop; if he's unlucky enough to damage too many load-bearing columns and walls, the eight-story building will collapse.

The numerous Japanese soldiers inside the building were likely about to be killed. He immediately shouted into the communications channel, "Command! Requesting an immediate halt to missile guidance signals to avoid friendly fire."

A cold voice rang out the next second: "Not approved. The Central Q Bureau branch building is currently suffering heavy casualties and needs effective support. That's where our own people are."

These Japanese soldiers died, and that's that. It was later explained as an accidental wound, and a simple expression of regret and acknowledgment was sufficient.

Upon hearing these answers, Robert instinctively wanted to object.

It wasn't out of any sense of justice; he simply had a vague feeling that his superior would definitely put forward a scapegoat to cover up the whole thing.

So, he, the person involved, could be described as a perfect scapegoat.

Before he could say anything more, the missile made a turn in the air, flew into the shop, and exploded.

Then, the thing Robert feared most happened:

The building, which had already sustained some hidden damage during the storm a few days ago, collapsed at an alarming rate after several key supporting columns were blown off.

If this is not enough to completely break Robert's defenses.

So, seeing that he had paid the price of potentially becoming a scapegoat, while that old, antique tank was not destroyed, but instead crushed under the collapsed building.

Instead, the scene unfolded as the tracks spun rapidly, causing it to crash into another building next door.

He was instantly enraged beyond measure, and he reduced the speed of his fighter jet to a low of 300 kilometers per hour, then swooped down.

The hatch on the belly of the aircraft was opened again, and Robert once again requested permission from the command center to launch Hellfire missiles.

It was a setup where a Hellfire missile would be launched at close range to destroy that tank.

As for why the speed had to be reduced so drastically, there was no other way.

The area around Toranomon is filled with tall buildings. If the flight speed is too high, the only result will be loss of control, crashing into one of the buildings, resulting in a fatal crash.

On the contrary, as long as the speed is reduced, given the agility of the No. 35 fighter jet, he will not be in any danger.

What else? Could it be that drones could capture images of those strange attackers dressed in WWII uniforms shooting down a fifth-generation fighter jet with some kind of antique anti-tank gun?

It's obviously impossible to shoot down a fifth-generation fighter jet with an anti-tank gun.

As Robert's Type 35B aircraft flew past, the warehouse manager, Uncle Bo, and Zanana only had time to fire one shot before the enemy flew out of their weapon's range.

Even though they calculated the lead time as much as possible to target the high speed of the fighter jet, they still missed completely.

However, this does not mean that the time-traveling team was completely helpless against this Type 35B aircraft.

Just as Robert opened his eyes wide, searching for which building that damned old tank was hiding in, a voice came through his earpiece:
"Robert, watch out, there's an enemy plane to your right rear and above."

Upon hearing this, Robert turned his head and looked to his right rear, feeling like he was going crazy.

Surprisingly, a Hawk III biplane fighter, which was somewhat outdated even for soldiers during World War II, swooped down from high altitude towards them.

Jesus, where were they hiding before?
How did it take off in a way that evaded detection by its own radar and the drone's line of sight?
Before he could figure these things out, Bolot turned his head back and began to accelerate the plane, trying to use the high speed to shake off the other side.

There was no other way; the two machine guns on the Hawk III fighter jet were already firing at the fighter he was piloting.

Two fire snakes came over and, in the blink of an eye, punched several bullet holes in the fuselage, which was coated with an expensive stealth coating.

Although the fuel tank and engine haven't been hit yet, Robert can't guarantee they won't be hit if the time goes on a little longer.

In the time that followed, Robert was so depressed that this man in his thirties almost burst into tears.

Thanks to the terrifying thrust of the F136 engine, Robert only needed to accelerate slightly to create a distance between his fighter jet and the Hawk III fighter jet.

Even if the opponent breaks through the original maximum speed of 350 kilometers per hour by diving, it won't work.

But after nearly crashing into a skyscraper, Robert's diaper got completely wet.

After flying almost past the building, he immediately reduced his speed to 300 km/h.

This is also the maximum speed at which he can effectively control the plane and navigate through skyscrapers; any faster and he won't be able to react in time.

However, this caused the Hawk III fighter jets behind them to catch up again, and a barrage of bullets came flying at them once more, leaving the expensive fifth-generation fighter jet riddled with bullet holes.

Some might ask, why didn't Robert fly a fighter jet and dogfight Mina?

Or fly upwards, so you don't have to worry about crashing into skyscrapers, and you can use your high speed to quickly outrun the slow old-fashioned propeller-driven biplane fighters.

If we can only talk about the former, the No. 35 fighter jet, also known as the A-type, had a four-barreled 25mm cannon.

The Type B piloted by Robert was not equipped with a cannon at all; a cannon pod was only added when necessary.

Unfortunately, this particular unit is not equipped with a pod.

So even though Robert's fifth-generation fighter jet was carrying two advanced air-to-air missiles, they were practically useless at such close range.

How can you dogfight without weapons? Are you going to spit on each other?
As for the latter, one can only say that Robert also tried it.

But as readers who frequently shoot down planes—no, I mean fly planes—know that if you're being chased by another plane, raising your nose will undoubtedly expose more of your aircraft to the enemy's guns.

Sure enough! The moment Robert raised the nose of the plane, he was hit by several bullets on the glass canopy.

The glass canopy of the Type 35B fighter jet was not bulletproof glass.
After all, the threats faced in modern air combat are mainly missiles, not cannons and machine guns, so there is no need to consider bulletproofing.

The design concept wasn't wrong, but Robert suddenly noticed several gun holes in the glass canopy next to him.

There was even a bullet that flew past his ear and almost blew his skull off; he didn't dare to let it fly any higher.

The only option was to flatten the nose and continue flying among the skyscrapers, desperately dodging enemy fire from behind.

And so, a scene that shocked everyone unfolded in the low skies above Toranomon, Japan.

A Type 35B fifth-generation fighter jet, which Uncle Sam and his allies and lackeys have been praising to the skies, is being chased and brutally beaten by a century-old biplane fighter jet.

The scene was like a grandfather hitting his grandson with a cane.

During the incident, the airflow generated by the fighter jets flying close to the tall buildings, along with the whistling bullets, caused devastating damage to the beautiful glass windows of Toranomon.

A series of cracking sounds rang out as slabs of floor-to-ceiling glass shattered one after another, followed by a gust of wind howling in.

The Japanese soldiers inside screamed shrilly amidst the flying papers.

Ultimately, Robert's life came to an end when the Hawk III fighter plane piloted by Mina had about half of its machine gun bullets left.

The Type 35B fighter jet, riddled with bullet holes, was still in service, but the private pilot was scrapped prematurely.

A 12.7mm bullet pierced the canopy and struck his neck, the immense force severing half of his neck, killing the poor Robert instantly.

The fifth-generation fighter jet, which cost approximately US$1.1 million, immediately swooped down towards the ground.

After crashing into an overpass, a burst of flames erupted.

After taking down her opponent, Mina shook the wing of her plane in response to a large Western woman waving at her from a hotel room on the top floor not far away.

They then charged towards the right side of the Central Q Bureau, where new reinforcements had arrived.

The tall, foreign woman waving at her was none other than Neelem, who was broadcasting live.

What excited this foreign woman so much was not only the miracle of an old propeller fighter jet defeating a fifth-generation fighter jet that had just unfolded before her eyes.

Furthermore, this fifth-generation fighter jet, not long ago, destroyed an eight-story building and killed at least a hundred innocent people, even though it could have been avoided.

More importantly, the pilot was an Eastern woman.

It was at this moment that a Chinese viewer, in response to Mina's current disguise, proudly typed the following sentence in the live stream:

"Her name is Li Yueying. She graduated from the Polish Chinese Aviation School and was the first Chinese female pilot to fly across the Atlantic..."

(End of this chapter)