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

Looking around, the entire Qingcheng Port presents a scene of bustling activity yet relaxed atmosphere.

On the several light cruisers and destroyers moored in the distance, most of the sailors had already boarded small boats and gone ashore to enjoy themselves at izakayas.

Only a few maintenance personnel remained on shore, slowly adding water and coal to the warship and moving fresh vegetables and meat.

Further away at the cargo dock, hundreds of Daxia laborers, driven by whips, were chanting and staggering as they unloaded heavy crates of ammunition and military supplies from huge transport ships.

Meanwhile, at another pier.

As soon as a troop transport ship docked, a large number of army soldiers, who were clearly seasick and pale-faced, lined up to walk down the gangway.

They walked with bowlegs, their gait unsteady even on flat ground, drawing laughter from passing sailors.

"What a bunch of useless trash."

Junichi Mizuno looked at the disheveled army soldiers and shook his head disdainfully.

"Captain, speaking of which, our fleet has achieved remarkable results from the end of last year until now."

Lieutenant Colonel Takahashi leaned against the railing, lit a cigarette, and leisurely exhaled a smoke ring.

"Our Ryucho, in coordination with the main force of the Fourth Fleet, conducted continuous landing operations at Qingcheng Port, Weihaiwei, and Dengzhou Port."

Once our dozens of carrier-based aircraft were deployed, they easily suppressed the scattered coastal defense firepower of the Chinese.

It was as if they were in an empty place.

"Yeah, there's not much of a war atmosphere here."

Junichi Mizuno took a deep breath of the sea breeze, opened his arms as if to embrace the entire harbor:

"It feels like a paid sea vacation."

The Great Xia was far too weak; it offered virtually no resistance, let alone any significant naval or aerial combat.

"I heard that we're going to return to Kure Port in Japan next?" Lieutenant Colonel Takahashi asked expectantly.

"That's right."

Junichi Mizuno nodded, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes:

"The order has been issued from headquarters."

After this patrol and rest period, we will return to China and replace all these old Type 95 fighters on the deck with the latest Type 96 carrier-based fighters.

After changing gear, we will head to the coastal areas of Central or South China to continue our blockade and support missions.

"Then, it will be time for our Longxiang to display its might."

The two were imagining the impressive sight of their new aircraft in the future.

Sudden.

"Waaaaah—waaaah—"

A piercing and extremely harsh air raid siren suddenly blared over Qingcheng Port without warning.

The once tranquil port was instantly plunged into chaos.

"What?!"

Lieutenant Colonel Takahashi's cigarette trembled and fell onto the deck.

He raised his head somewhat blankly and looked around:

Is this an air defense drill?

"The fleet command didn't notify us in advance that there was an exercise today!"

"No, this isn't a drill."

Captain Junichi Mizuno was, after all, an experienced captain with top-notch war instincts.

He suddenly grabbed the binoculars hanging around his neck and looked towards the southern sky where the alarm sounded.

With just one glance, Junichi Mizuno's face turned deathly pale, and his pupils contracted sharply.

"Oh no, look up at the sky, enemy planes!"

Junichi Mizuno pointed to the sky:

"Air defense positions, all personnel to air defense positions! Quickly!"

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At this moment, south of Qingcheng Port, above the clouds at an altitude of four thousand meters.

The wind howled and the air currents were turbulent.

Zhao Feixiong, the squadron leader of the 101st Fighter Squadron of the Independent Aviation Corps of the 33rd Army Corps, was sitting steadily in the cockpit of his BF-109F-4 fighter jet.

To free his hands, he skillfully gripped the control stick between his legs, keeping the fighter jet level.

He held several black-and-white photos taken by the reconnaissance plane in his left hand and a red marker in his right.

Through the cockpit glass, Zhao Feixiong looked down at the massive, undefended military port below.

He was like the King of Hell from hell, coldly marking the days in the Book of Life and Death.

"Flat deck, no bridge... um, the aircraft carrier is there."

Zhao Feixiong glanced at the sea below and drew a heavy checkmark on the location of the aircraft carrier in the photo with a red pen.

"Three gun turrets forward and two aft... Tsk, that heavy cruiser isn't here. They're lucky they escaped by going to sea."

Zhao Feixiong crossed out the heavy cruiser position, which is a bit of a pity.

"You have light cruisers? Oh, two of them? Buy one get one free!"

"The outer destroyers, one, two, three... all three are lying in their berths."

"As for those transport ships, they're so numerous, there's no way they can escape."

After confirming the target, Zhao Feixiong put the photo and marker into the pocket of his flight suit and gripped the control stick with both hands again.

He is leading the first wave of attacks in the entire bombing plan today.

This included 24 BF-109 F-4 fighters that he personally led, equipped with powerful engines and 20mm axial cannons.

And following behind and below them was a formation of 12 upgraded Ju-87D Stuka dive bombers.

"Attention all crews, this is Falcon 1."

Zhao Feixiong picked up the communicator, and his murderous voice rang out on the radio channel:

"We haven't seen any enemy fighters taking off to intercept us yet; the Japanese are all fast asleep on the ground."

"Follow my orders."

Zhao Feixiong issued tactical instructions methodically:

"First Company, push the lever down."

Go low altitude and use your machine guns and cannons to give enemy ships and anti-aircraft firepower on the docks a good strafe.

Don't give them a chance to fire!

"Second Squadron, remain in the air."

Maintain altitude and energy superiority, remain vigilant at all times, and guard against sudden enemy aircraft attacks.

"Ninth Squadron."

Zhao Feixiong's gaze was fixed intently on the largest target:

"You will come in and bomb later."

Remember, send four Stukas to concentrate their firepower on that aircraft carrier.

The rest are free to search for high-value cruisers and large transport ships to bombard.

"Shove all those big iron lumps you're carrying into the Japanese ship's hold."

"First Squadron received."

"Second Squadron received."

"Squadron Nine understands and will complete the task of opening the can."

The radio crackled with the uniform, menacing replies of the company commanders.

"Alright, let's begin the hunt."

The squadron leader of the first squadron suddenly pushed the control lever.

In an instant, the thick clouds were torn apart.

Twelve BF-109 F-4 fighter jets, their noses painted a striking yellow, swooped down from the clouds in a neat attack formation, accompanied by a chilling roar.

Behind them.

The twelve Ju-87D Stuka bombers, which resembled bats with broken wings, also began to adjust their attitude.

The pilots deployed the speed brakes under the wings.

The nose of the aircraft suddenly dropped downwards, entering a terrifying, almost vertical dive.

The "Jericho Trumpet," a sound-generating device installed on the Stuka's landing gear, began to emit an extremely shrill and terrifying shriek, like the scream of death, as the high-speed airflow poured in.

"Ughhhhhh!!!"

The ear-piercing shriek instantly drowned out the air raid sirens in Qingcheng Port, and the palpable fear struck the hearts of every Japanese soldier.

A destructive storm has arrived.