You are ordered to support the War of Resistance against Japan; China enters Level 1 combat readines

Thaiwon Airport.

The order from Saburo Nakamura, commander of the 3rd Flying Brigade, was quickly relayed to the airport.

Instantly, the entire airport erupted in excitement.

First Flight Squadron Leader Futo Kobayashi received the order and, upon seeing the words "thousands of trucks" on the telegram, a contemptuous smile appeared on his face:

"Yo-ho! Looks like the Eighth Route Army has struck it rich! Too bad, they'll soon be nothing but a pile of burning scrap metal!"

"Gentlemen, this is a great opportunity for us to clean up the mess left by those incompetent guys in the Army and showcase the military prowess of the Air Force!"

"Hey! Squadron Leader!" the pilots responded in unison.

"Boarding! Destination: Yangcun!"

Major Kobayashi Futo put on his flight cap and was the first to step into the cockpit of his Type 97 heavy bomber.

He looked out the porthole and watched as ground crew loaded his beloved aircraft with the last 250-kilogram aerial bomb.

A Type 4 heavy bomber has a bomb load capacity of 1000 kilograms and can carry four 250-kilogram aerial bombs.

A whole squadron of 10 heavy bombers!

In other words, they carried a full ten tons of ammunition for this sortie!

"Gentlemen, have you all seen the order? Yang Village, supplies for over a thousand truckloads!"

"It seems those country bumpkins hiding in the Taihang Mountains have somehow managed to scrape together some belongings and dare to flaunt them like this!"

The team members responded one after another:

"Haha! The company commander is right! These poor Eighth Route Army bastards probably haven't even smelled gasoline a few times before, have they?"

"Thousands of trucks? I think it's all the wheelbarrows gathered together?"

"Perfect! Let these Chinese see what real air strikes are like!"

"Let them know that those who crawl on the ground will never be able to fight those who fly in the sky!"

Kobayashi Futo was very satisfied with his subordinates' fighting spirit.

"Those army idiots were scared out of their wits by a beat-up tank that appeared out of nowhere, and they even lost their outpost. They've completely disgraced the Imperial army!"

"Today, let our brave air force warriors teach our army colleagues a lesson!"

"Tell them that true victory lies in controlling the air!"

"Hi! Your Excellency the Company Commander is wise!"

"Leave the cleaning up the army's messes to us!"

"Let those army idiots who look up at us from the ground see what true, lasting military fortune really is!"

The pilots were shouting and yelling.

They took the bombing mission lightly, viewing it as nothing more than a lighthearted and enjoyable "armed parade," a one-sided slaughter of the weak.

There wasn't even a battle to escort them!

Only ten heavy bombers were used to carry out this mission.

"Alright, everyone!" Kobayashi Futo pulled down his goggles and stepped on the gas.

"Destination: Yangcun! Let's go and give those reckless Chinese a grand 'fireworks show'! Let's go!"

"Long live the Emperor!!"

"Banzai! Banzai! Banzai!!"

Amidst a chorus of enthusiastic shouts, ten Type 97 heavy bombers taxied and took off in succession, forming a neat formation in the air.

Under the sunlight, the scarlet "pill" logo on the wings and fuselage looked particularly glaring.

Inside the cabin, the pilots were even joking around with each other in a relaxed manner:

"Hey, Kameda, make sure your bombs are accurate this time. Don't drop them into the middle of nowhere again!"

"Don't worry, the target is so big this time, we could hit it with our eyes closed!"

"I heard the Eighth Route Army doesn't even have a decent anti-aircraft machine gun. We can fly lower and give them a good strafe with our machine guns first; that would be really satisfying!"

"That's right! Let those bumpkins taste the might of the Imperial Air Force!"

"Hahaha……"

"Onboard!!"

. . .

at the same time.

Yangcun.

Li Yunlong, Kong Jie, Ding Wei, Zhao Gang, Zhang Dabiao, and others are making the most of their remaining time to familiarize themselves with the 85mm anti-aircraft guns they are commanding.

As they got started, their shock intensified.

Li Yunlong grinned widely: "Damn it, don't let the size of this thing's barrel fool you, it's almost as big as a 105mm howitzer, but it's actually pretty damn easy to operate!"

"The person who invented this thing is a fucking genius!"

Ding Wei chimed in, "Yeah! Look how easy it is to spin! It's also great for aiming!"

Kong Erlengzi chimed in, "That'll be awesome! This cannon fire will definitely be awesome!"

Zhao Gang, however, paid more attention to details. He carefully observed the breechblock structure and loading method, becoming increasingly alarmed as he looked:

"Old Li, have you guys noticed? This cannon's design... is so logical!"

"Everything Mr. Shen brought has an indescribable... exquisite quality!"

Zhang Dabiao, with the loudest voice, shouted, "Commander! This thing is awesome! I can't wait to test its firepower on those Japanese planes!"

While everyone praised them verbally, they were all on edge.

Although everyone was amazed by the superior performance of the 85mm gun itself, the final decision was made by the seemingly miraculous "proximity fuse" that Shen Wang had mentioned.

Is this thing really as mysterious as Mr. Shen described?

If it fails... all of them, including the dozen or so battalion-level officers and the most elite gunners of the Independent Regiment, would be exposed right under the noses of the Japanese bombers, and the consequences would be unimaginable!

The command structure of the 386th Brigade is likely to collapse almost instantly!

Trust is trust, but when faced with the terrifying prospect of life and death, a sense of instinctive worry and doubt is always inevitable.

At this moment, filled with both anxiety and anticipation—

"Hoo-whoosh-!!!"

Air raid sirens sounded again from the northwest!

"They're here!"

The brigade commander, from his observation post at the rear, held up his binoculars and shouted in a deep voice.

Everyone on the position perked up and instantly entered battle mode!

"All personnel in position! Ready for battle!"

Soon, a deep, rumbling engine roar came from the horizon, approaching like rolling thunder.

Immediately afterwards, ten Type 97 heavy bombers appeared in everyone's sight.

To be honest, the Japanese pilots were extremely arrogant!

They flew at an extremely low altitude, appearing from a distance as if they were flying close to the mountain ridge.

Saying it flies close to the ground is probably an exaggeration, but the altitude is at most a little over a thousand meters!

Even more surprisingly, the aircraft were still slowly descending!

"Those damn Japanese devils! Flying so low, they really don't take Old Li seriously!"

Li Yunlong gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with fury.

This is the frustration we felt when facing the Japanese air force in the past!

That's how brazen they are!

On the other side, Zhao Gang, breathing steadily, was holding a gun that was locked onto a bomber slightly to the right.

Kong Jie, Ding Wei, Zhang Dabiao, and others also identified their targets.

For a moment, only the faint friction of the anti-aircraft guns turning and the heavy breathing of the soldiers remained on the position.

As the enemy planes drew closer, even the aerial bombs under their wings became clearly visible!

It's now!

Li Yunlong seized the opportunity and used all his strength:

"fire--!!!"