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

"Lead aircraft, the prey is in position," pilot 112-06 said coldly over the radio.

"Received, well done."

Just as the Japanese pilot was about to attach the 112-06 to the scope...

The lead plane, with a terrifying roar, crashed vertically down from the side and rear blind spot of the Japanese fighter plane.

The lead pilot steadily guided the unsuspecting Type 97 fighter into the halo of the reflective sight.

"Bang bang bang!"

A precise burst of short shots.

The Type 97 fighter jet, still dreaming of shooting down enemy aircraft, didn't even have time to make any evasive maneuvers before being instantly torn into flying metal fragments by the 20mm cannon.

"Baka! How the hell do these Chinese fight?!"

Inside the Type 97 Heavy Explosive, which was flying at the very front, Major Kato had completely fallen into madness and despair.

"Dive! Everyone dive and accelerate! Leave them behind!"

He was yelling at the top of his lungs over the radio.

However, this was completely futile.

How could the bulky Type 97 heavy bomber possibly outrun the BF-109, which was designed specifically for speed?

Major Kato stumbled back to the commander's seat, the violent jolting forcing him to fasten the thick canvas seatbelt tightly around his waist.

He craned his neck and peered through the porthole, observing with a mixture of fear and close-up view the enemy planes that moved like ghosts through the formation.

"It's so beautiful..."

As a seasoned aviation officer, Major Kato, facing death, developed a morbid appreciation for the enemy's aircraft.

The streamlined fuselage and the landing gear that retracts completely into the wings make the entire aircraft appear incredibly smooth and elegant in the air.

In comparison, their own Type 97 Nakajima fighters, which still used fixed landing gear and looked like they had two big muddy boots on their feet, were simply ugly, like country bumpkins.

"Whoosh—!"

In the instant he was stunned, a yellow-nosed BF-109, accompanied by a piercing shriek, passed by less than fifty meters from his porthole.

Kato could even clearly see the cold gaze of the Great Xia pilot wearing a leather flight cap in the other cockpit.

"Da da da! Thump thump!"

A deadly volley of bullets swept through.

"boom!"

The Mitsubishi engine on the right wing of the lead plane, where Major Kato was, suddenly burst into a dazzling burst of fire, and thick smoke billowed into the cabin.

"Don't panic!"

Major Kato coughed violently from the choking, but he still gripped the armrest of his seat tightly and shouted:

"If we cut off the right fuel line, we still have one engine."

Continue flying north.

The Imperial Japanese Army will never back down; we must complete the bombing mission.

The gunner in the cockpit next to him had completely broken down. His eyes were bloodshot as he howled and desperately pulled the trigger of the 7.7mm machine gun.

The bullets flew into the air like water, but they couldn't hit the enemy planes that were as agile as leaping sprites.

The pilot in the main cockpit, his face covered in soot and looking miserable, gripped the control stick tightly with both hands, trying his best to control the bomber, which was veerging severely due to the failure of the right engine.

However, Death had no intention of letting them go.

The fire on the right engine was impossible to extinguish. Fueled by the strong winds, the fire spread rapidly, burning through the skin and reaching the main fuel tank inside the wing.

"BOOM—!!!"

A muffled and terrifying explosion erupted inside the wing.

The fuel tank, which was fully loaded with high-octane fuel, experienced a violent secondary explosion.

Before Major Kato's horrified eyes, the right wing of the entire aircraft snapped off at the root, shattering into several burning fragments in mid-air.

Without its right wing, the massive bomber instantly lost all lift and balance.

The plane suddenly rolled to the right and plunged headfirst towards the ground, entering an irreversible spiral of death.

"Aaaaaah—!"

The cabin instantly turned into a living hell.

The immense centrifugal force pressed everyone firmly against the bulkhead.

With a sickening metallic tearing sound, the aluminum alloy bulkhead on the right side shattered and peeled off in large areas due to the immense torque.

The side gunner who had been firing wildly just moments before was sucked out of the cabin by the gust of wind, along with the machine gun in his hand.

His terrified screams quickly faded into the distance, eventually becoming a tiny black dot.

Then, something even more terrifying happened.

The rear half of the plane was torn off during the violent spinning.

The navigator, who hadn't had time to fasten his seatbelt because he had gone to check the map, was thrown out of the cabin like a rag doll.

Under Major Kato's utterly terrified gaze.

The navigator was gesturing wildly in the air when he accidentally crashed into the still-spinning propeller on the left wing.

"Pfft—!"

Without any suspense, the Japanese navigator was instantly churned into a crimson mist of blood by the sharp metal propeller blades. Shreds of flesh and entrails slammed against Major Kato's porthole, turning his vision blood red.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Major Kato was so terrified that his liver and gallbladder were about to burst, and his heart almost stopped beating.

He was inwardly overjoyed: "Thank goodness... thank goodness my seatbelt was fastened securely, I wasn't thrown out..."

His strong will to survive made him suddenly realize what was happening.

You must jump immediately.

With trembling hands, he reached for the metal buckle of his seatbelt and pressed the release button forcefully.

However, I couldn't press it down.

During the violent spiral descent, the aircraft's fuselage was severely deformed, and the seat and seatbelt buckle beneath him were also firmly stuck.

"Open it! Open it for me!"

Major Kato pounded on the metal buckle with his fists like a madman, breaking his fingernails and drawing blood, but the life-saving canvas strap still held him firmly to the seat, not moving an inch.

Through the blood-stained porthole, Major Kato saw the earth below spinning and hurtling toward him at a terrifying speed.

His prized bomber fleet had now turned into a barrage of fireballs falling from the sky.

The seatbelt that once protected him from being thrown out of the cabin has now become a death shackle that drags him into hell.

"No—! Amaterasu Omikami, save me—!"

Unfortunately, the Japanese Amaterasu Omikami had no influence on the land of Great Xia.

Amid Major Kato's desperate and agonizing screams, the wrecked Type 97 heavy bomber, laden with aerial bombs, crashed heavily onto a barren beach on the banks of the Huai River.

"BOOM—!!!"

A massive mushroom cloud rose into the sky, burning the arrogant invader and his ambitions to ashes.