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

"Enemy planes are ascending! Descent rapidly!"

That was the voice of the captain of aircraft number 30122, which was at the very end of the entire bomber formation.

His voice was filled with unprecedented fear, as if he had seen some unbelievable monster:

"They're going incredibly fast! They're hurtling down from above the clouds!"

"What?!"

Major Kato's eyes widened suddenly, and he gripped the communicator tightly, his face filled with disbelief.

Baka! How is this possible?!

The Great Xia Air Force now only has a few dilapidated biplane fighters and reconnaissance aircraft left.

How could those old-fashioned open-top planes, which climb extremely slowly, possibly fly higher than these bombers at an altitude of three thousand meters?

And they even launched their dive attacks from above the clouds?

"Report the situation. What exactly is going on? How many enemy planes are there?!"

Major Kato roared into the microphone, trying to calm the troops:

"All bombers, maintain formation, do not panic, and keep the crossfire network."

The escorting aircraft, number 97, immediately turned to the rear to drive away enemy planes.

In Major Kato's view, even if the Daxia people were to stumble upon a few biplanes by sheer luck and send them to intercept, it would be nothing to fear.

Its own escort is the cutting-edge all-metal low-wing Type 97 fighter jet.

Whether in terms of speed, turning performance, or firepower, the Type 97 fighter absolutely crushed the slow, outdated biplanes of the Great Xia.

As long as our bomber formations maintain their formation and defend themselves with a dense network of machine gun fire, coupled with the strangulation tactics employed in the 1997 war, there shouldn't be much of a problem.

However, apart from static on the channel, no one answered his question.

"Baka yarou!"

"This lousy radio station always malfunctions at crucial moments!"

Major Kato slammed down the cordless phone receiver; he had to see for himself what was happening behind it.

The plane was violently turbulent. Major Kato unbuckled his seatbelt and stumbled through the cramped cabin.

He had to cross the narrow metal catwalk above the bomb bay, which was only a foot wide, with heavy aerial bombs hanging on both sides, ready to explode at any moment.

The cabin was dark and unlit, and the vibrations from the engine traveled through the aluminum alloy frame to his feet, making his legs go numb.

"Get out of the way! Get out of my way!"

Major Kato pushed aside the gunner who was frantically operating the side machine gun and finally scrambled to the tail gun turret at the very rear of the plane.

This is the narrowest and most cramped place on the entire plane, barely big enough for one person to huddle together.

The gunner was gripping the trigger of the 7.7mm machine gun tightly, firing wildly into the sky behind him. Shell casings rained down on the metal floor with a crisp sound.

"Get out of my way! Let me see!"

Major Kato, his eyes bloodshot with rage, stretched out his arms and roughly pressed the tail gunner's head down, while pressing his own face against the cold glass dome, looking towards the sky behind the formation.

"What bad luck today, we actually got intercepted by a Chinese patrol plane..."

Major Kato cursed under his breath.

However, when his gaze pierced through the gaps in the clouds and he could see the view in the sky behind him...

The anger on his face froze instantly, replaced by deep shock and endless fear!

Above and behind their formation, in the thick, grayish-white clouds, countless black dots, like man-eating vultures smelling blood, were frantically swooping down at a terrifying speed that sent chills down one's spine.

That was not some slow Hawk III biplane at all!

It was a single-wing fighter jet that Major Kato had never seen before, with an extremely slender shape and smooth lines that exuded a violent aesthetic.

The most striking feature was the bright yellow paint on the noses of the fighter jets, which looked like the gaze of death against the gloomy sky.

"What kind of monster is that?!"

Major Kato's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

too fast.

The other plane was diving so fast that it even created visible white vortices on the sides of its wings.

Immediately afterwards, Major Kato witnessed a horrific scene that he would never forget and that would be the last thing he ever saw in his life.

A mysterious fighter jet with a yellow nose cut into the rear hemisphere blind spot of aircraft number 30122 at the end of the formation like lightning.

The four 7.7mm machine guns on aircraft number 30122 were firing wildly, and tracer bullets intertwined in the air to form a net of fire.

But the yellow-nosed fighter jet was like an elegant dancer, deftly rolling through the barrage of fire and perfectly dodging all the bullets.

Then, two blinding, orange-red flames suddenly flashed on either side of the fighter jet's wings.

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"

It wasn't the crisp "rat-a-tat" sound of a machine gun firing, but rather a dull and terrifying roar, like a heavy hammer striking a war drum.

Major Kato watched helplessly as several tracer bullets, trailing bright contrails, slammed into the tail of Unit 30122 at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.

There were no ricochets with sparks flying, nor were there any small holes punched into the fuselage.

Instead... it exploded.

A violent explosion.

"Boom—!"

As a dazzling fireball exploded at the tail of aircraft number 30122, the sturdy Type 97 heavy bomber, which the Japanese had touted as an aerial fortress, had its entire tail fin and rear fuselage torn apart in mid-air.

Countless burning aluminum alloy fragments, broken control cables, and even the mutilated corpse of the tail gunner sprayed out of the air like a shower of flowers.

Without its tail fin, aircraft number 30122 instantly lost all balance. Like a heavy weight, it spun around, trailing thick smoke, and desperately plummeted towards the ground below.

The screams coming from inside the cabin stopped abruptly.

The whole process took less than ten seconds.

It was just a brief burst of fire.

Major Kato's face, pressed against the glass dome, was completely distorted; his mouth was wide open, and he was making meaningless "gurgling" sounds from his throat.

Just one strike?!

A single shot tore a heavy bomber to shreds?!

How is this possible?!

Unaware of the enemy's firepower configuration or the destructive power of 20mm incendiary tracer rounds, Major Kato had a thought that felt both utterly absurd and undeniably real:

"These Chinese lunatics...did they put anti-tank cannons on fighter jets?!"