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

The piercing sound of air raid sirens still echoed on the sea.

The twelve BF-109 F-4 fighter jets of the first squadron have already broken through the clouds.

The squadron leader pressed down hard on the control stick, and the altimeter needle spun wildly counterclockwise.

One thousand meters, five hundred meters, one hundred meters!

Twelve fighter jets with yellow noses were speeding forward, almost skimming the cold seawater.

The powerful BMW DB 601E engine roared deafeningly, and the violent airflow generated by the propeller carved twelve rolling white streaks into the sea.

Inside the bridge of the aircraft carrier Ryujo, Colonel Junichi Mizuno burst through the hatch.

He grabbed the brass megaphone hanging on the bulkhead and roared wildly at the entire ship:

"Broadside anti-aircraft guns, machine guns. Open fire and shoot them down."

Chaos reigned on the deck.

The Japanese never dreamed that the Great Xia Air Force would choose such a perfect moment—with the Ryujo aircraft carrier anchored in naval port—to launch a surprise attack...

The few remaining Japanese sailors on the warship scrambled and crawled toward their battle stations.

Inside the gun mount on the port side, several shirtless Japanese gunners were frantically cranking the rotor of the twin-mounted 127mm anti-aircraft gun.

The gears meshed, producing a heavy friction sound.

This large-caliber anti-aircraft gun is extremely bulky, and its cradle rotates very slowly.

The gunner was sweating profusely, staring intently at the sights, but the enemy planes flying close to the sea were simply too fast, exceeding 500 kilometers per hour, and the heavy gun barrel simply couldn't keep up with their movement.

"Faster, turn faster!" the gunner roared hoarsely.

At the nearby gun emplacements, the gunners of several twin-mounted 25mm autocannons and quadruple-mounted 13mm anti-aircraft machine guns had just lowered their muzzles, their fingers not yet having pulled the triggers.

The BF-109 formation on the sea was the first to open fire.

A blinding orange-red flash simultaneously appeared on the central axis of the noses of the twelve fighter jets.

The 20mm MG 151/20 shaft cannon and two 7.92mm machine guns roared simultaneously.

A dense hail of bullets instantly covered a distance of several hundred meters, slamming heavily onto the broadside and anti-aircraft gun mounts of the "Ryujo".

The specially made 20mm thin-shell high-explosive shells have demonstrated extremely terrifying destructive power.

No ricochets, no sparks.

The shell exploded directly inside the open gun mount.

Clusters of orange-red fireballs continued to expand on the port side.

The 127mm anti-aircraft gun commander, who was still shouting, suddenly disappeared from the upper body, leaving only his two legs standing in the same spot.

The surrounding gunners, along with the piled-up bulletproof sandbags, were torn to shreds by the violent shockwave.

Blood, bits of flesh, and entrails mixed with sand splattered radially across the gray-white gun shield and deck, instantly turning the gun mount into a bloody slaughterhouse.

The positions of 25mm autocannons and 13mm machine guns also suffered devastating damage.

Machine gun bullets pierced the bodies of Japanese sailors, and shrapnel from high-explosive shells shattered the machine gun barrels.

A low-altitude raid that was only a fleeting encounter.

Before the anti-aircraft fire network on the port side of the Ryujo could be organized, it was completely destroyed.

Twelve BF-109s pulled up their noses and swept past the aircraft carrier's flight deck dozens of meters above it with a piercing shriek, leaving behind a trail of groaning wounded soldiers.

"Baka! Baka!"

Junichi Mizuno, looking down at the horrific scene from the bridge, his eyes bloodshot, slammed his fist on the command platform.

But he had no time to grieve for the dead gunners.

Because the real Grim Reaper has already descended from above.

Four thousand meters above the ground.

The captain of the Ninth Squadron pushed down the throttle valve and pulled open the speed brake under the wing.

With a push of the rudder, he piloted the Ju-87D Stuka bomber into the air and executed a clean half-roll inverted maneuver.

The fuselage is facing upwards, and the back is facing downwards.

Then, the nose of the aircraft suddenly dropped downwards, and the entire aircraft entered a nearly 90-degree vertical dive.

Five Stukas followed behind him, forming a straight line of death pointing vertically downwards.

As the dive speed increased dramatically, the Jericho Trumpet, the sound-generating device mounted on the landing gear, began to frantically devour the high-speed airflow.

"Ughhhhhh!!!"

A sharp, piercing cry, seemingly capable of directly piercing the human soul, suddenly exploded in the sky above Qingcheng Port.

The sound grew louder and sharper, completely drowning out the monotonous air raid sirens blaring in the harbor.

It was like a thousand female ghosts wailing in my ear at the same time.

On the deck of the Ryujo, the Japanese sailors who had just dodged strafing fire from fighter planes had an uncontrollable physiological reaction upon hearing this terrifying sound.

Many people dropped their ammunition boxes, clutched their ears in anguish, their legs went weak, and they collapsed to their knees on the deck, their eyes filled with extreme fear.

Junichi Mizuno stood behind the bulletproof glass of the bridge, staring intently at the growing black dots in the sky.

He abruptly turned his head to look at the instrument panel on the control panel.

The boiler pressure gauge pointer is stuck at the lowest mark.

The speedometer reads zero.

The Longxiang is currently anchored and moored, with its boilers in low-pressure insulation mode.

It takes time to raise the anchor, and it takes even longer for the steam turbine to restart heating water and increase speed.

In naval warfare, warships rely heavily on high-speed maneuvering to evade high-altitude bombardment, a technique commonly known as "twisting and turning."

But now, this aircraft carrier with a displacement of over 10,000 tons is a giant anvil firmly nailed to the sea surface.

They were completely unable to move.

"It's over..." Junichi Mizuno's lips trembled violently as he uttered those two words.

On the flight deck, the engine of a Type 95 carrier-based fighter jet had just started, and the propeller began to spin.

The Japanese pilot in the cockpit was terrified and frantically waved to the ground crew outside, signaling them to immediately remove the wheel chocks that held the landing gear in place.

He wanted to force his way into flight and escape the doomed giant ship.

But the ground crew had already been terrified by the shrill scream, and lay on the deck, clutching their heads tightly, completely ignoring him.

Inside the Stuka's cockpit.

The captain of the Ninth Squadron stared intently at the massive aircraft carrier below through the reflective sight on the windshield.

Since the target is completely stationary, he doesn't even need to calculate complex lead times.

His gaze was fixed on the huge, bright red "Hinomaru" emblem at the stern of the Ryujo's flight deck.

That red circle is practically a perfect bullseye in the scope.

The altitude is one kilometer.

Scattered anti-aircraft fire shot into the sky, posing no threat whatsoever.

It is 800 meters high.

In my field of vision, the deck of the Ryujo began to appear larger.

It is 500 meters high.

The deck of the Ryujo occupied almost half of the field of vision, as if it were slapping the squadron leader in the face.

"Go to hell."

The company commander roared and pressed the bomb release button on the control stick with his thumb.

The frame-shaped pylon under the fuselage bounced forward and then released.

A 500-kilogram armor-piercing bomb detached from the fuselage and, with tremendous gravitational acceleration, crashed straight into the red target.

The moment the bombs were dropped, the company commander pulled the control lever back with both hands.

Stuka forced a dive at a height of less than 300 meters above the sea.

The powerful centrifugal force of over 6G pressed him firmly into the seat, and blackouts began to appear at the edge of his vision, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered, piloting the fighter jet to climb again.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third Stukas dropped their bombs in turn.

Three 500-kilogram heavy aerial bombs hurtled towards the Ryujo.

The other three planes, seeing that the lead plane had successfully dropped its bombs, simply pulled up and didn't waste any more bombs.

The first bomb accurately hit the "Hinomaru" at the stern of the deck.

It did not explode upon contact with the deck.

This specially designed armor-piercing bomb, with its terrifying kinetic energy, pierced through the Ryujo's fragile wooden flight deck like a hot knife through butter.

Then it penetrated the steel partition below.

After penetrating two decks, the time-delay fuse finally completed its journey in the last fraction of a second.

The bomb detonated inside the enclosed hangar at the bottom of the aircraft carrier.