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

At this moment, the hangar of the Ryujo is filled with a large number of aerial torpedoes and high-explosive bombs due to resupply operations.

Due to carelessness, the Japanese sailors, who never expected that Daxia would launch a surprise attack on the naval port, did not follow the rules and regulations, but instead haphazardly placed these dangerous items to save trouble.

Thus, the explosion of the 500-kilogram bomb became the fuse that ignited this super powder keg.

"BOOM—!!!"

A terrifying, muffled roar, seemingly emanating from the depths of the ocean, came from inside the Ryujo's hull.

Then came the second and third tones.

Then, the seawater in the entire naval port seemed to violently tremble.

An extremely shocking scene unfolded.

The Ryujo's flat and wide flight deck was not blasted into a large crater.

Instead, it arched upwards from the mid-rear section of the ship like a soda can bursting under immense internal pressure.

The thick wooden and steel plates were as fragile as paper in the face of the violent energy, and were instantly torn apart with a huge crack that was tens of meters long.

A dark red pillar of fire, several meters in diameter and studded with countless fragments of burning steel, shot straight into the sky through the crack.

The Type 95 carrier-based aircraft was taxiing on the deck, along with the desperate Japanese pilot in the cockpit and the dozens of ground crew members lying on the deck around it.

They were propelled into the air by this terrifying pillar of fire.

The fighter jet disintegrated in mid-air, turning into countless fireballs flying everywhere.

The human body was vaporized directly by the high temperature and shock wave, leaving not even a complete bone behind.

The violent secondary explosion completely destroyed the internal structure of the Ryujo.

With a sickening metallic twisting and cracking sound, the keel of this 10,000-ton aircraft carrier snapped in two.

The bow and stern both tilted upwards simultaneously, and the broken section in the middle sank rapidly.

The icy seawater rushed wildly into the lower deck through the huge crack.

Captain Junichi Mizuno was thrown to the ground inside the bridge by the violent tremors, his forehead hitting the command platform, and blood was flowing freely.

He struggled to his feet and looked through the shattered bulletproof glass at the deck outside, which had turned into a sea of ​​fire and was sinking rapidly.

His eyes were filled with utter despair and disbelief.

Three minutes and twenty-nine seconds.

Less than four minutes have passed since the air raid siren sounded.

The light aircraft carrier, built by the Empire at great expense, failed to launch a single plane or hit the enemy with a single shell.

And so, in the naval port, it became a pile of burning scrap metal stranded in the harbor.

On the shore of Qingcheng Port, in the former Qingcheng City Government building, now the headquarters of the Japanese Navy's Qingcheng Special Base, Vice Admiral Toyoda Soemu, commander of the Fourth Fleet, stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, staring blankly outside.

The flames shooting into the sky from the sea illuminated his pale face, casting flickering light and shadow.

"Clatter".

His right hand slumped weakly, and the expensive blue-and-white porcelain teacup shattered on the terrazzo floor, splashing scalding tea onto his military boots.

But he was completely unaware.

His vision was completely filled with the hellish scene inside the harbor.

Not far from the coast, in a deep-water berth, the Ryujo aircraft carrier had been completely broken in two.

The high-raised bow and stern are sinking at a visible speed, forming a huge black vortex on the sea surface.

Countless burning planks, mangled corpses, and struggling sailors are being mercilessly swallowed by this whirlpool.

Not far from the Ryujo, a 5,000-ton light cruiser was also not spared.

Two 500-kilogram bombs pierced its foredeck and detonated the ammunition magazine of the forward main gun.

The towering bridge was also half destroyed by the bomb, and a raging fire was spreading to the aft deck.

"It's over..."

Toyota's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. His legs went weak, and he had to hold onto the windowsill with both hands to keep from collapsing to the ground.

His fleet's main force was severely damaged, and his military career essentially came to a complete end at that moment.

Meanwhile, over the airport north of Qingcheng Port.

Amidst the piercing air raid sirens, several biplane Type 95 carrier-based fighters and two newly arrived monoplane Type 96 carrier-based fighters forcibly taxied and took off from the runway.

The Japanese pilots gritted their teeth and pulled the control stick back with all their might.

The nose of the plane rose high, the engine roared under overload, and it desperately climbed into the sky, trying to intercept the rampaging Xia bombers.

However, at an altitude of four thousand meters.

Zhao Feixiong's second squadron, with more than ten BF-109F-4 fighter jets, had been waiting here for a long time.

"The prey has come up."

Zhao Feixiong looked coldly through the cockpit window at the Japanese fighter planes struggling to climb below, and pressed the microphone:

"Second Company, take note: follow the usual procedure and execute the B&Z tactic."

Use altitude to gain speed; don't engage them in a tangled, drawn-out fight. Once you're done, get back up.

"receive."

Zhao Feixiong retracted the throttle valve with his left hand to prevent the speed from being too fast.

Next, step on the rudder and gently pull down the control stick with your right hand.

The BF-109F-4's slender fuselage instantly flipped, its nose pointing directly at a Type 95 fighter jet that was climbing upwards below.

Gravitational acceleration caused the fighter jet's speedometer needle to surge instantly, exceeding 600 kilometers per hour.

The wind howled sharply outside the cockpit.

The Japanese pilot below had just passed through a thin layer of clouds, and his view suddenly opened up.

Before he could even get a clear look at the surrounding airspace, a huge black shadow suddenly crashed down from above.

That's too fast.

The Japanese pilots didn't even have time to press the rudder to evade.

Zhao Feixiong had already steadily positioned the biplane within the center of the reflective sight's halo.

Press down hard with your thumb.

"Thump thump thump."

The 20mm MG 151/20 shaft gun on the centerline of the nose spewed deadly flames.

Three thin-cased high-explosive shells struck the root of the upper wing of the Type 95 fighter jet in a straight line.

The excessive amount of explosives inside the high-explosive bomb detonates instantly.

The fragile wooden frame and canvas covering simply could not withstand this level of physical damage.

The entire upper right wing of the Type 95 fighter jet was blown off and torn apart, detaching from the fuselage.

The fighter jet, having lost lift on one side, instantly went out of control, its fuselage violently tumbling to the right and spinning as it plummeted toward the ground.

Zhao Feixiong didn't even bother to look at the results of the battle.

The second after firing, he quickly pushed the throttle valve to 100% and then pulled the control lever back with both hands.

The powerful G-force pressed him tightly against the seat, his teeth clenched, and his body muscles tensed.

With the immense kinetic energy accumulated during its dive, the BF-109 F-4 traced a sharp U-shaped arc in the air and soared back up to an altitude of three thousand meters.

The remaining Japanese fighter planes tried to give chase, but their pitiful climb rate and engine power meant they could only watch helplessly as the Daxia fighters disappeared into the distance, not even getting a whiff of their exhaust.

Within minutes, the 2nd Squadron used this extremely shameless yet deadly tactic to shoot down all the Japanese fighter planes that had taken off.