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

After careful consideration, Lin Feng slammed his hand on the table, his eyes flashing with murderous intent, and made the final decision:

"It's worth blowing up, it's absolutely worth blowing up."

Even at the cost of some aircraft being shot down by anti-aircraft fire, this operation must be completed.

"but……"

Lin Feng calmed down and stroked his chin:

"In terms of intelligence, aerial photos alone are not enough to guarantee safety."

Warships have legs; if our bomber squadron flies over and they happen to be out on patrol in the open sea, then we'll miss them.

Accurate ground intelligence is essential to understand the operational patterns of the Japanese fleet.

Lin Feng turned to Zhao Yushu and solemnly commanded:

"Yushu, immediately take a few elite guards and personally drive to Pengcheng."

"Hand over our bombing plan and these reconnaissance photos to Commander Li in person."

These days, Japanese spies are everywhere.

If an encrypted telegram is sent, from the moment it is received and deciphered until it is passed through each layer to Commander Li, there is a chance that the secret will be leaked at some point.

Therefore, Lin Feng had no choice but to ask Zhao Yushu to make a special trip.

Soon after, Zhao Yushu arrived in Pengcheng and met Commander Li.

Commander Li's hands were trembling slightly as he held the reconnaissance photos handed to him by Zhao Yushu.

"These...you took these photos?"

He looked up in shock at Zhao Yushu, his face filled with disbelief.

"The clarity is so good that you can even count the cannon barrels on the deck of a Japanese warship."

Wow, I've really learned something new. I didn't know that aerial cameras abroad are so advanced now?

Where did Lin Feng get all this divine equipment from?

"Sir, the source of the equipment is classified, and the department is also unaware of it."

Zhao Yushu gave a respectful salute, neither humble nor arrogant, and said in a deep voice:

"But our regimental commander Lin said that as long as the intelligence is accurate, he is confident that he can blow up the Japanese fleet in Qingcheng Port into a pile of scrap metal."

"Bomb the Japanese's core naval base? Bomb their aircraft carriers and heavy cruisers?"

Commander Li gasped, stunned by Lin Feng's audacious plan.

If it were someone else, he would definitely yell at them for being crazy.

But since Lin Feng said those words and presented such clear reconnaissance photos, he had no choice but to believe it.

"Good, good lad, you've got guts."

Commander Li clapped his hands suddenly, overjoyed, his eyes gleaming with excitement:

"If Lin Feng dares to do it, I, Li Delin, dare to cover for him."

Go back and tell Lin Feng that the war zone command will absolutely not interfere with him; it is a major taboo for an outsider to instruct an expert.

Let him do it.

As for ground intelligence…

Commander Li narrowed his eyes slightly and placed his hand on the red telephone on the seat:

"I immediately contacted the intelligence department and ordered all the agents they had hidden in Qingcheng Port to mobilize."

The war zone will also fully cooperate with your 33rd Army Corps.

Whatever information you need, I'll provide it.

With the personal coordination of Commander Li, the supreme commander of the war zone, the intelligence was delivered to Lin Feng's desk in just a few days.

"I've figured it out."

The Japanese Fourth Fleet operates on a four-day cycle, conducting patrols and blockades of the outer seas.

After the patrol, some of the main warships will return to Qingcheng Port to refuel, refill water and rest.

According to our inside sources, tomorrow morning will be the day they finish this patrol cycle and return to port to anchor.

"it is good."

Lin Feng suddenly stood up, pointed his finger at the location of Qingcheng Port on the map, and the classic background music of "Pearl Harbor" was already playing in his mind.

The Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor was very satisfying, wasn't it?

I'll make a replica too!

No, if this succeeds, then on this planet, the Japanese will be replicating my Lin Feng's battle tactics...

Thinking of this, he spoke to the advisor in front of him:

"When warships are on the sea, it's really hard for our bombers to aim at them."

But once they enter the port and set anchor, they become sitting ducks on the water.

Relay my orders.

All Stuka bombers in the air force will be equipped with 1000- and 500-kilogram armor-piercing high-explosive bombs with delayed fuses.

Five fighter squadrons are ready to provide escort.

Tomorrow afternoon, let's go to Qingcheng Port and give the Japanese navy a big gift!

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In Qingcheng Port, the winter sun, unusually bright, pierced through the thin mist and shone on the shimmering sea.

The Japanese aircraft carrier Ryujo, moored in the deep-water pier area, resembles a steel floating island, quietly rising and falling with the waves.

Inside the aircraft carrier's bridge, in the spacious and bright officers' mess, melodious Western music was playing.

In a corner, a military band dressed in pristine white uniforms is energetically playing Strauss's "The Blue Danube."

Having been trained by John the Navy, the Japanese Navy naturally carried forward the concept of an aristocratic military branch to the fullest extent.

Captain Junichi Mizuno, captain of the Ryujo, was sitting at a dining table covered with a white tablecloth.

He was dressed in a crisp naval uniform, with several medals hanging on his chest, and held a silver knife and fork in his hand, cutting the medium-rare Australian steak on his plate with extremely elegant movements.

Bright red juices seeped out, and Junichi Mizuno forked a piece and put it in his mouth, closing his eyes in satisfaction as he chewed. Then he picked up his wine glass and took a sip of the red wine from Gaul.

"Hmm, it tastes good."

Junichi Mizuno put down his wine glass and gently wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

The first mate, Lieutenant Colonel Takahashi, sitting opposite him, was enjoying a delicate dessert with a small fork.

"Captain, this steak and dessert are truly delightful."

Lieutenant Colonel Takahashi took a bite of the dessert, glanced at the distant coastline outside the porthole, and a smug, superior smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

"Just thinking about those deer of the 5th Division of the Army, braving the biting cold wind, gnawing on hard, cold rice balls in the wasteland outside the city."

In my heart, I felt that the dessert was even more delicious.

"Hahaha, Takahashi-kun, you're so mean."

Colonel Junichi Mizuno couldn't help but laugh, his eyes also filled with disdain for the army:

"Those peasants in the army probably haven't even tasted steak before, have they?"

A bunch of idiots who only deserve to wallow in the mud.

After a hearty lunch, the two men straightened their uniforms, opened the dining car door, and walked up the gangway to the spacious flight deck.

The sea breeze, though slightly chilly, was refreshing and clear-headed.

The two walked to the edge of the deck, leaned on the railing and gazed into the distance, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Nearby, on the flat wooden flight deck, several Type 95 carrier-based fighter jets are neatly secured with steel cables.

Inside the gun mounts on the side of the ship, several twin-mounted 127mm Type 89 anti-aircraft guns were raised high with their barrels raised.

However, most of the gunners were not at their posts at the moment; only a few sailors on duty were leaning against the gun shields, smoking and chatting.