You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

Our gaze shifts back to Shanghai, which was trampled under the iron heel of the Japanese invaders.

The Jiangwan military airport on the outskirts of the city was bustling with activity at this moment.

The 1st Air Regiment of the Japanese Army, under the Central China Expeditionary Army, was stationed here.

In the Japanese military's organization, this massive air force was almost equivalent in strength to a standard air division of a Western power.

In the operations briefing room on one side of the airport, dozens of Japanese pilots, wearing collared leather jackets and white scarves around their necks, sat upright.

"Gentlemen!"

Major Kenji Kato, the commander of the 1st Air Wing, held a thin baton in his hand and forcefully tapped a reconnaissance photograph on the blackboard.

The photo is a bit blurry, but you can vaguely make out that it is a piece of flattened yellow earth.

"This is your target for today. A makeshift airfield belonging to the Great Xia army, located northeast of Pengcheng, on the outskirts of Jiawang County."

Major Kato's lips curled into a cold, extremely contemptuous smile:

"According to the Special Higher Police's intelligence, Lin Feng, the Black Tengu who has repeatedly thwarted our Japanese Imperial Army, has somehow acquired a few dilapidated airplanes and is attempting to establish his own air force."

That's absolutely ridiculous!

Upon hearing this, the Japanese pilots below burst into laughter.

In their eyes, the Great Xia's air force had long been exhausted in the battles of Shanghai and Nanjing.

The skies over Great Xia are now the backyard of their Japanese Imperial Army.

"I admit that Lin Feng's ground-based air defense firepower is indeed somewhat troublesome."

Major Kato gestured for everyone to be quiet, then arrogantly pointed to the fighter jets on the tarmac outside the window:

"However, there is a limit to how high anti-aircraft guns can fire."

Moreover, gentlemen.

Today you will be piloting the latest and most advanced fighter jets that have just rolled off the production line at a Japanese arms factory and were transferred to Shanghai overnight.

Headquarters prioritized allocating these new aircraft to us so that we could give the people of Great Xia a small shock.

Major Kato waved his baton, spitting as he spoke:

"This time, we will adopt the tactic of high-altitude horizontal bombing."

All you need to do is fly these brand-new warplanes to a height that the Great Xia's anti-aircraft guns can't reach, and then drop your bombs, turning that dirt runway and the scrap metal on it into ruins.

At this point, Major Kato glanced at the bombardiers sitting in the front row and bowed, half-jokingly:

"Please, all you bomb throwers, open your eyes wide and aim carefully. Don't drop bombs into Weishan Lake and blast the fish!"

"Hahaha..." Another burst of arrogant laughter erupted in the briefing room.

"Alright, warriors."

Major Kato drew his katana from his waist, raised it high, and roared with fanatical eyes:

"Go, go and crush the hopes of the Great Xia people."

I have already had the finest sake and sashimi prepared in the cafeteria.

Furthermore, the geisha, Ms. Akiko and Ms. Minoko, who just arrived from Japan, have already washed themselves and are waiting for your triumphant return at the restaurant.

Upon hearing the names "Akiko" and "Minuko," the eyes of the group of Japanese pilots instantly turned green, and they stood up in unison as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

"His Majesty the Emperor, Your Majesty the Imperial Japanese Army!"

With a series of howls and screams, the Japanese pilots grabbed their flight caps and rushed out of the briefing room, heading toward the massive aircraft on the tarmac.

On the tarmac, rows of Type 97 heavy bomber aircraft (Ki-21) were neatly arranged.

This is currently the most advanced and proudest twin-engine bomber in the hands of the Japanese Army Air Force.

Even the dark green camouflage paint on the fuselage still smelled fresh.

It is equipped with two powerful Mitsubishi "Venus" radial engines, with a cruising speed of up to 380 km/h, and a crew of up to 7 people.

What reassured the Japanese pilots the most was its defensive firepower, which could be described as a "hedgehog".

The nose, back, belly, and tail of the machine were equipped with a total of four 7.7mm Type 4 rotary machine guns!

To the Japanese, such defensive firepower was nothing short of luxurious.

Against the few remaining old Hawk III biplane fighters in the Great Xia Air Force, the crossfire network of these four machine guns is not only sufficient for self-defense, but can even easily turn the tables.

After all, the Hawk III only had two small-caliber machine guns, which were far too weak to deal with such a tough twin-engine bomber. It was impossible to dismantle the bomber's structure in a short time.

In fact, throughout the history of air warfare in World War II, how to dismantle a robust, large bomber has always been a world-class problem.

Bombers are easy to damage, but extremely difficult to shoot down completely.

汉斯为了对付盟军的轰炸机群，最后硬生生搞出了带30毫米机炮+20毫米机炮的FW-190，以及单门30毫米轴炮的BF-109后期型。

The other countries are doing the same thing, all frantically increasing weapon caliber, machine guns, and ammunition delivery.

Without machine guns, shooting down a bomber is pure fantasy.

However, these arrogant Japanese devils never dreamed of this.

What they're facing this time isn't some Hawk III with only two water guns.

It was the BF-109E, an aerial killer with two terrifying 20mm MG FF cannons hidden in its wings.

"Ground crew! Load up!"

Major Kato climbed into his lead aircraft and shouted the order.

Although the Type 97 heavy bomber has a maximum bomb load of 1000 kilograms, ground crew usually only loads them with 750 kilograms of aerial bombs in order to ensure the aircraft's maneuverability and range at high altitudes.

Even so, the combined power of the bombs carried by these dozens of fighter jets was enough to raze a field airfield to the ground.

"Buzz—rumble!"

As the propellers spun wildly, the deafening roar of the engine echoed through the sky.

At the airport, one after another brand-new Type 97 heavy bomber aircraft began to taxi and climb.

On both sides of the runway, hundreds of ground crew members frantically waved their hats and shouted hoarsely into the sky:

"Gentlemen! May your military prowess be abundant!"

To ensure absolute success, the Japanese spared no expense this time.

A total of 22 of the latest Type 97 heavy bomber aircraft were deployed in one go.

Moreover, on both sides and above the bomber group, there were 12 light and agile Type 97 fighters (Ki-27), which had also just flown in from the country, providing escort.

A massive formation of 34 cutting-edge fighter jets assembled over Shanghai, resembling a dark, oppressive cloud that swept northwards toward Pengcheng.

Their arrogance was unparalleled.

However, as soon as the Japanese planes left the airspace, their every move was already being watched by a pair of vigilant eyes.

In a reed bed a few kilometers from the airport.

A gaunt man dressed in a tattered raincoat, who appeared to be fishing, suddenly looked up at the dense array of aircraft in the sky, his pupils contracting sharply.

He threw down the fishing net and scrambled into a hidden cellar deep in the reeds.

Inside the cellar, a high-powered radio was flickering faintly.

"Quickly! Send an urgent telegram!"