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

The sky seemed to darken slightly.

Seishiro Itagaki looked up in confusion.

A dozen or so BF-109 fighter jets, which had just completed their strafing mission over the port and were preparing to return, were flying low over them, only a few hundred meters above their heads.

In the sky, a wingman from the Fifth Squadron glanced down at the ground.

"what?"

He pressed the microphone and reported to his superior:

"Captain, why are there so many tents in this wasteland outside the city?"

They're all still hanging up their Japanese flags.

The squadron leader glanced at the fuel gauge and sneered:

"Perfect timing, we still have enough fuel and ammunition."

"All hands on deck! Press down! Empty ammunition!"

More than a dozen BF-109E fighters simultaneously lowered their noses and tilted their wings, swooping down menacingly towards the 5th Division's tent area.

On the earthen slope.

Seishiro Itagaki's smile froze instantly.

In the telescope's view, the fighter jets with their yellow noses grew larger and larger, and their noses were flashing with blinding orange-red flames.

"Division Commander, be careful."

The adjutant beside him let out a terrified scream and lunged at Itagaki Seishiro.

The two fell heavily into the muddy ditch below the earthen slope.

"Da da da! Thump thump thump!"

A dense hail of 7.92mm aircraft machine gun bullets, like a violent rain of iron, ruthlessly plowed through the 5th Division's tent area.

Mud flew everywhere, and withered grass burned.

The thin canvas tent was torn apart instantly.

Although most of the Japanese soldiers obeyed the air defense orders and dispersed to the fields.

However, a small number of Japanese soldiers who remained behind were killed.

Most importantly, the Japanese soldiers could run away but not the temple; their equipment and supplies left in the tents were all destroyed.

The fighter jets roared past and sped away.

A while later.

A hand emerged from the mud, and Itagaki Seishiro, covered in dust, crawled out of the mud.

He spat out a mouthful of bloody mud, looking at the tents scattered in pieces and the broken limbs lying all around him.

He was so angry that he was trembling all over, and he could no longer laugh.

He could only draw his command sword and wave it wildly at the sky, unleashing a hysterical string of curses:

"Baka yarou!"

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The setting sun, like blood, dyed the airport runway a dark red.

Lin Feng, wearing a military overcoat, stood below the control tower, looking up at the returning aircraft in the sky.

With the roar of engines, one BF-109 and Stuka bomber after another landed smoothly.

Ground staff immediately pushed the boarding stairs to greet the passenger, and the airport was bustling with activity.

Zhao Feixiong took off his flight cap, his face covered in gunpowder and sweat, and quickly ran up to Lin Feng and saluted.

"Your Excellency, the first and second waves of attacks have all returned to base."

Zhao Feixiong's voice was somewhat hoarse, and his eyes held a hint of undisguised sadness:

"We, we... a total of five planes failed to return."

Three Stukas, two BF-109s.

Lin Feng patted Zhao Feixiong on the shoulder and sighed softly.

"Ah, this is war."

Lin Feng looked at the returning fighters, their fuselages riddled with bullet holes, and said in a deep voice:

"As long as there is war, sacrifices are inevitable."

Don't feel guilty.

Go ahead and tell the canteen to prepare plenty of wine and meat. I'll personally celebrate the victory with my brothers.

In addition, have the reconnaissance aircraft crew immediately send the photos they took to the darkroom and develop them as quickly as possible.

That evening, at the headquarters of the 33rd Army Corps.

The table in the operations room was covered with freshly developed black and white photographs that still smelled of pungent chemicals.

"My goodness, this explosion was absolutely devastating..."

Zhao Yushu held a magnifying glass and looked at one of the photos, and couldn't help but gasp.

In the photo, the 10,000-ton Ryujo aircraft carrier has been completely broken in two.

Like a giant "V", it was tragically stuck in the shallow waters of Qingcheng Port, with only half of its charred bow and stern showing.

Lin Feng stood by the table, holding a teacup, appearing calm and composed, with an air of profound mystery.

But in reality, he was overjoyed.

"Ha, this is the first aircraft carrier in the history of warfare on the world of Water Blue Star to be completely sunk by air force in actual combat."

Lin Feng secretly rejoiced:

"I've made a name for myself in history."

On the system interface that only he could see, the screen was already flooded with messages.

Sink one Japanese "Ryujo"-class light aircraft carrier, earning +10,600 merit points.

Sink one Japanese Kuma-class light cruiser, earning +5,000 merit points.

Sink one Japanese Tenryu-class light cruiser, earning +3,200 merit points.

Sink one large Japanese transport ship, earning +600 merit points.

Sink one Japanese armed transport ship, earning +700 merit points.

……

[Kill one Japanese naval lieutenant commander, merit points +200]

In addition to the various Japanese warplanes, air defense positions, and dock facilities destroyed...

This air raid on the Japanese naval port earned me over 22,000 merit points.

Looking at that long string of zeros, Lin Feng almost couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This is incredibly lucrative.

When attacking warships and transport ships, the system awards merit points directly based on tonnage.

This barrage of attacks caused Lin Feng's system experience bar to skyrocket to the top like a rocket!

There are only 1 merit points left to break through to V-level privileges.

"Bombing warships still gives more merit points. As long as I fight a few more small battles, I can quickly reach Rank V."

Lin Feng clenched his fist secretly, thinking:

"By then, more advanced tanks and twin-engine bombers should be unlocked."

Lin Feng put down his teacup, closed the system interface, pointed to the photos on the table, and began to review the situation with his advisors.

"Cousin, this bombing really gave the Japanese navy a good beating!" Zhao Yushu said excitedly, rubbing his hands together.

"It's not as simple as just being slapped in the face."

Lin Feng sneered, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes:

"Back in Shanghai, the Japanese Third Fleet's naval guns, relying on their long range, indiscriminately bombarded our positions at sea."

Today, I have finally avenged myself, with interest, the arrow wound.

However, that's not the most important thing.

Lin Feng picked up his baton and pointed to the transport ships in the photo that had been blown to pieces:

"Look at these ships."

I estimate that this is most likely strategic material prepared by the Japanese North China Area Army for the upcoming Battle of Pengcheng.

Judging from the photos, something capable of causing such a severe explosion must have contained fuel, ammunition, heavy artillery shells, and other such supplies.

At this point, Lin Feng forced a sinister smile:

"Qingcheng Port is the closest deep-water port to the front line, which was occupied by the Japanese."

Now the port facilities have been destroyed by our bombing, and all the supplies have been burned.

Even though the North China Area Army could still transport some supplies by rail from the direction of Beiping.

But this would absolutely lead to a fatal predicament for the Japanese in the following battles, with insufficient heavy firepower and potential logistical shortages.