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

At this moment, some of the planes from the Third Squadron engaged in dogfights with the Japanese escort fighters, while the rest of the planes chased after the Japanese bombers and opened fire.

In Major Takahashi's view, this was clear evidence that the enemy was desperately trying to stop them.

"Attention all aircraft."

Major Takahashi grabbed the communicator and roared at the top of his lungs:

"Target confirmed, ahead is the Chinese army's secret airfield."

Ignore the anti-aircraft fire, just drop all the bombs along the direction of the enemy runway.

Especially the planes parked on the ground, the hangars, and the dormitory buildings—they must be bombed to the ground!

"Hai!"

With a piercing whistling sound, tons of high-explosive bombs rained down from the sky, slamming heavily onto the fake airport.

"Boom—!"

The deafening explosion turned the fake airport into an inferno in an instant.

The fighter jets, made of wood and canvas, were torn to pieces by the blast wave, with wood chips and rags flying everywhere.

From the perspective of Major Takahashi high in the air, those were the wreckage of Chinese fighter planes that had been destroyed.

"Yosh, mission accomplished."

Looking down at the airport engulfed in flames, Major Takahashi nodded in satisfaction. Although several escort fighters and bombers had been lost in the earlier dogfight, it was all worth it.

"All troops return to base and report back to Commander-in-Chief that we have destroyed Lin Feng's air force."

Under the symbolic pursuit of the Third Squadron, the Japanese aircraft group turned around triumphantly and flew north.

After half an hour.

Jiawang County, the headquarters of the 33rd Army Corps.

"Sir, the Japanese planes have withdrawn."

Zhao Yushu put down the phone, his expression extremely strange, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh out loud:

"Commander Zhou reports: The Japanese have blown the wooden frame of our fake airport to smithereens and even plowed up the runway."

Our real airport wasn't damaged at all.

Lin Feng picked up the teacup on the table, gently blew on the floating tea leaves, and said calmly:

"The Japanese are probably having a victory celebration right now."

Let them be happy for a few days.

"When our bomber squadrons are flying overhead in a while, I'll see if those beasts can still laugh."

"Alright, recover the aircraft and let the pilots rest as soon as possible, while we tally up the results."

Notify all air observation posts to remain vigilant and prevent the Japanese from launching a surprise attack.

Meanwhile, in Pengcheng.

The air raid siren had been lifted, but an eerie silence still hung over the operations hall.

Commander Li held a newly delivered frontline battle report in his hand, his eyes wide like saucers, reading it over and over again as if he didn't recognize the Chinese characters on it.

"A major air victory for our forces?"

Commander Li looked up, staring at his adjutant in astonishment, his voice rising eight octaves:

"Where did this plane come from?"

"Our Fifth Theater doesn't even have a single airplane wheel, so where would we get our planes?!"

The adjutant swallowed hard, his expression excited as he reported to the commander:

"Sir, it's absolutely true."

The soldiers guarding both sides of the Huai River, along with tens of thousands of civilians, all witnessed it with their own eyes.

Our planes, with the Kuomintang emblem painted on their wings, utterly routed the Japanese bombers in the sky, sending them plummeting like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

The adjutant became more and more excited as he spoke, gesturing wildly as he spoke:

"The garrison near Bengbu captured several Japanese pilots who had parachuted into the field."

They even rescued one of our own pilots who had parachuted out of the woods.

According to that guy himself, they were... from the Independent Air Force of the 33rd Army Corps.

"The Thirty-Third Army Corps?!"

Commander Li suddenly stood up from his chair, his mind going blank.

"Isn't that Lin Feng's unit?!"

Commander Li, bewildered, paced anxiously back and forth in front of the battle map:

"Didn't he say that the troops were stationed and training in Jiawang County?"

How did they manage to get an airplane so quietly?

Where did he get it? How did he do that?!

Commander Li is an extremely shrewd politician and military strategist.

He knew very well that this suddenly appearing air force could not possibly be a Central Army Air Force sent by the Jiangcheng Supreme Command.

If it were a plane from the Central Army, the one in Jiangcheng would have already sent a telegram to the whole country and publicized it extensively. How could it possibly bypass him, the commander of the war zone, and sneak over to Pengcheng to fight an air battle?

The only explanation is that this flight team was secretly created by Lin Feng, the young general who repeatedly surprised him.

"Damn, this kid is a real freak."

Commander Li stopped, suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly, and shook his head:

"However, regardless of how this flight team came about, everyone in our Fifth War Zone should thank Lin Feng properly."

If it weren't for his surprise attack,

Today, those dozen or so tons of bombs from the Japanese devils all landed on our Pengcheng Command Headquarters.

Commander Li turned to his adjutant and decisively gave the order:

"Immediately dispatch a top-of-the-line vehicle with the best military doctor to Bengbu to safely transport the rescued pilot brother back to Jiawang to Lin Feng."

In addition, in the name of the command, send a commendation telegram to the 33rd Army Corps, inquiring in detail about the course of this air battle.

"Yes, sir!" The adjutant accepted the order and left.

Commander Li took off his military cap, rubbed his face vigorously, and walked back to the huge map of the Soviet-Shandong war zone.

His gaze fell on the location of Jiawang County, and his eyes became deep.

He had heard quite a few rumors about Lin Feng recently, some true and some false.

Some say he has the secret support of Western powers, while others say he has unearthed a treasure from the late Qing Dynasty.

This airplane incident, coupled with the previous sale of a large number of advanced artillery pieces by Wang Tianlu...

Commander Li connected these clues in his mind and vaguely sensed a shocking truth.

"Wang Tianlu's mysterious arms supply chain... might very well be Lin Feng himself."

Commander Li chuckled, picked up the slightly cooled tea on the table, and drank it all in one gulp.

"This kid is acting all mysterious, he's interesting."

As the leader of the Guangxi clique, Commander Li didn't care where Lin Feng's weapons came from.

In his view, as long as Lin Feng was genuinely fighting the Japanese, as long as it could enhance the military strength of the Great Xia and help him defend Pengcheng, then it was a good thing.

As for what that person in Jiangcheng might think, that's none of Li's business.

News of a large-scale air battle breaking out over Pengcheng and the mysterious air force of the Great Xia army inflicting heavy losses on the Japanese invaders spread like wildfire throughout the country.

Naturally, the news also reached Jiangcheng, thousands of miles away.

Jiangcheng authorities convened an emergency high-level military meeting in response.

"This is utter nonsense, it's completely lawless."

Minister of Military Affairs He Jingzhi slammed his fist on the table, his beard bristling with anger:

"Lin Feng is just a legion commander, what does he need an airplane for?!"

The air force is a vital national asset and must be centrally managed.

He formed an air force without authorization. What is he trying to do?

"Trying to rebel?!"