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

The first wave of Stuka bombers had finished dropping their bombs and pulled up their noses to head south to escape.

The BF-109Fs also began their return journey.

The Japanese sailors in the port crawled out from various bunkers and air-raid shelters.

They dragged thick canvas hoses, preparing to extinguish the fires on the dock and the damaged warships.

"Quickly, connect the water pump and salvage the ammunition depot!" a Japanese officer shouted, waving his sword.

However, his roar had barely faded.

"Waaaaah—waaaah—"

The air raid siren, which had only paused for less than five minutes, began to blare mournfully again.

The Japanese officer suddenly raised his head and looked towards the southern sky.

His pupils dilated instantly, his face filled with despair.

Countless black dots reappeared in the sky.

The second wave of attackers arrived.

A total of 12 Stuka bombers, escorted by 36 BF-109E fighters, swept in, darkening the sky.

"Ughhhhhh!!!"

The Jericho trumpet's death-defying shriek once again echoed through the sky.

The Toyota Susuke was clinging tightly to the window frame beside the bed.

His fingernails dug deep scratches into the hard wood, blood seeping from his fingertips, but he was completely unaware.

He watched helplessly as the twelve bat-like bombers with broken wings rolled through the air, aiming the spear of death at the large transport fleet docked beside the No. 3 and No. 4 deep-water piers.

There, right next to it, were three large transport ships fully loaded with ammunition, heavy artillery shells, and fuel needed by the 5th and 10th Divisions of the Army.

Because of the bickering between the Navy and the Army over the warehouse space, these extremely dangerous military supplies had not yet been fully unloaded and were crammed together like floating super powder kegs.

The Stuka formation entered a vertical dive.

One after another, 500-kilogram heavy aerial bombs detached from their racks, whistling as they hurtled straight down at the unsuspecting behemoths.

The first bomb accurately pierced the cargo hatch cover on the foredeck of the Kobe Maru transport ship.

Thick steel plates are torn apart like paper by armor-piercing projectiles.

The bomb hurtled downwards, smashing through two decks before finally detonating in the lower compartment, which was filled with 150mm heavy artillery shells.

At first, there was only an extremely dull tremor.

Immediately afterwards, Toyota saw the most terrifying scene he had ever witnessed in his life.

The steel hull of the entire 10,000-ton ship bulged outwards like a balloon inflated to its limit.

Thousands upon thousands of thick steel rivets could not withstand the terrifying internal expansion pressure and instantly shattered, shooting outwards like dense machine gun bullets.

The next second, a burst of intense white light, a hundred times more dazzling than the midday sun, exploded from inside the ship.

No sound.

Because the enormous sound waves that erupted in that instant exceeded the limits of human hearing, they directly caused temporary hearing loss.

The violent shockwave, carrying hundreds of tons of torn steel debris, burning fuel, and countless exploding shells, swept wildly in all directions in a ring.

The other two transport ships, less than fifty meters from the Kobe Maru, were instantly affected by this destructive force.

The ship's hull was torn apart, triggering an even more violent chain of explosions.

Three enormous black and red mushroom clouds rose into the sky over Qingcheng Port, soaring thousands of meters into the air and completely obscuring the sky over half of the port.

The explosion pushed aside the surrounding seawater, creating a turbid wave more than ten meters high, carrying debris and corpses, which crashed heavily onto the dock.

The Japanese sailors who were working on the dock, the tall cranes, and the trucks loaded with supplies were instantly wiped out by the giant waves and shockwaves, leaving not a trace.

Inside the command post on the shore.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows shattered the instant the shockwave arrived.

Sharp shards of glass swept through the room like a torrential rain.

The Toyota submachine gun was thrown into the air by the violent blast wave and slammed heavily against the solid wall.

His military uniform was ripped, and his body was covered in more than a dozen deep, bone-revealing cuts from shards of glass, blood instantly blurring his vision.

He collapsed amidst the devastation, watching in despair as the strategic materials the empire had spent countless resources to transport turned into ashes that filled the sky.

He tilted his head and fainted.

After the bombing came an even more brutal cleanup.

Thirty-six escorting BF-109E fighters split into several small squadrons and swooped down to the ground.

The first formation flew at extremely low altitudes, skimming the sea surface and over the ruins of the dock.

The 20mm cannons on the wings spewed deadly flames.

Those Japanese sailors who had just survived the giant waves and explosions, who were lying in the muddy water panting and trying to find cover, were met with a second wave of attacks.

The dense hail of bullets carved shocking bloody grooves into the concrete ground.

A 20mm high-explosive shell crashed into the crowd, turning the Japanese soldiers and the fire hoses in their hands into pieces.

Severed limbs, accompanied by scarlet blood, fell like dumplings into the seawater, which was covered with a thick layer of oil, and were instantly engulfed by the flames.

The other formation pulled up its noses and headed straight for the airport in the north of the city.

On the airport runway, more than a dozen fighter jets that had just been pushed out of the hangar by ground crew were being refueled.

Three BF-109Es formed a wide, straight line and fiercely strafed the runway from one end to the other.

The dense barrage of tracer rounds, like a giant flaming scythe, mercilessly reaped the Japanese planes that were paralyzed on the ground.

One plane after another had its fuel tanks punctured, shattered into pieces, or exploded into bursts of intensely burning fireballs.

Even a Japanese pilot who tried to climb into the cockpit despite the strafing was shot in half by machine gun fire, his upper body falling onto the wing while his lower body remained on the boarding stairs.

The entire Qingcheng Port was completely paralyzed and in extreme chaos.

The attack came too quickly and too fiercely.

Since occupying the city, the Japanese navy has been arrogant and domineering, believing that the Great Xia Air Force is already dead in name only, and has not built any decent air defense positions on the surrounding high ground.

At this moment, facing the three-dimensional and precise strikes from the air force dispatched by Lin Feng, they were like being stripped naked and thrown into the freezing snow, utterly powerless and in a sorry state.

Above all this destruction and slaughter, at the edge of the high-altitude clouds.

Several reconnaissance BF-109s, stripped of their weapons and equipped with high-resolution aerial cameras, were circling silently.

The Zeiss lens under the fuselage of the camera kept flashing its shutter.

The horrific scenes of the Japanese fleet's annihilation, the aircraft carrier's breakage and sinking, and the port's transformation into a sea of ​​fire were captured with remarkable clarity on the film.

These photos will become irrefutable evidence for subsequent damage assessments and will also serve as a powerful catalyst to reignite national fervor for the War of Resistance.

Meanwhile, on a barren hillside outside Qingcheng Port City.

Lieutenant General Seishiro Itagaki, commander of the 5th Division of the Army, was looking through binoculars at the thick smoke rising from the direction of the port.

"Haha, well done!"

Seishiro Itagaki lowered his binoculars, grinning so wide his back teeth were showing, and the wrinkles on his face were all knitted together.

"Those idiots in the navy deserve it."

Let them be arrogant and domineering all the time, they won't even give us a barracks.

"They've probably been blown to bits by the Chinese by now, haven't they?"

Several army staff officers nearby, with the mentality of "as long as someone is in the army, I have to lend a hand," joined in with schadenfreude.

Just when they were laughing the most happily.

Suddenly, the roar of an engine came from above.