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

"Brilliant! Cousin, you truly deserve to be a top student from Whampoa Military Academy."

Zhao Yushu suddenly realized, and slapped his thigh:

As Sun Tzu's Art of War says, "An army marches on its stomach."

Our bombing effectively cut off the food and ammunition supplies of the Japanese left-wing army in North China.

The ground battles that follow will be much easier for us.

As he spoke, Zhao Yushu gestured briefly on the map with his hand (see picture).

With Han Xiangfang losing Shandong Province without firing a single shot, the natural barrier of the Yellow River is gone.

Based on the analysis of Lin Feng and his staff, it was determined that the Japanese army would launch a full-scale attack on the Central Plains provinces of Jiangsu and Anhui, but there were only roughly two routes.

The left wing used ports such as Qingcheng Port, Weihaiwei, and Dengzhou Port as logistical centers and advanced southward along the highway.

The marching route will be mainly along the east bank of the Yi River, then near Linyi, where they will cross the Yi River and attack Pengcheng.

The right wing advanced south along the Jinpu Railway, using the Tianjin-Beijing area occupied by the Japanese as its logistics center. Military supplies were transported from the Japanese mainland to ports such as Tianjin and Huludao, and then supplied to the front lines by rail.

The marching route would be mainly along the west bank of the Yi River, heading south along the railway line. The Japanese army would attempt to capture various county towns along the railway line, eventually reaching the outskirts of Pengcheng.

Considering the Japanese army's logistical transport capabilities, the left flank could support a maximum of two divisions advancing side by side, while the right flank could support a maximum of three to four divisions.

This air raid is equivalent to directly weakening the future logistical supply capabilities of the Japanese left wing.

"That's right."

Lin Feng nodded, picked up his baton, and continued:

"Moreover, after these two actual battles, our BF-109 has demonstrated absolute dominance over the Japanese fighter planes."

We now have air superiority in our hands.

"If those Japanese bombers ever want to come and shit on our heads again, they'd better think twice before they're too tough!"

However, Lin Feng was not blinded by victory.

He was well aware of the Japanese soldiers' vengeful nature.

"Relay my orders."

Lin Feng's expression turned serious, and he decisively issued the next defensive deployment order:

"The Japanese devils have suffered such a great loss, they will definitely retaliate like mad dogs."

Starting tomorrow, the air force will increase the frequency of air patrols.

The air defense battalion dispatched more air observation posts, extending at least fifty kilometers to the north and south.

In addition, notify the engineering battalion to activate all the backup dummy airfields we have built.

"Light a few more fires, make a scene, and draw the enemy's retaliatory fire away."

After arranging the air defenses, Lin Feng's gaze once again fell on the huge map of the Jiangsu-Shandong war zone.

His gaze traveled westward along Qingcheng Port, finally settling on the Jinpu Railway, which runs north to south.

"Since the Japanese army's logistics have been crippled by our bombing..."

Lin Feng stroked his chin, and an extremely bold land-air coordinated tactic took shape in his mind:

"Then let's add some more ingredients for them."

Yu Shu instructed all divisions to seize the time for training.

When spring arrives and the Battle of Pengcheng begins in full swing...

They dispatched Stuka aircraft to bomb several key bridges on the Tianjin-Pukou Railway.

At that time, the retreat route of the Japanese vanguard advancing southward by the North China Area Army will be completely cut off.

"Right here on this plain between Jiangsu and Shandong, we'll trap the Japanese devils like a giant dumpling."

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Next, the news of the Fourth Fleet being attacked by air and the sinking of its main aircraft carrier reached Japan, causing a massive earthquake to strike the entire Japanese Navy Ministry and Naval General Staff.

A humiliating disgrace.

An absolute disgrace.

I thought that dealing with a Great Xia that didn't even have a few decent warships and whose navy was basically non-existent would be a piece of cake.

Therefore, the Japanese navy did not even bother to deploy battleships, but only sent aircraft carriers and cruisers to show off their power.

The results of it?

The mighty Imperial Navy had its aircraft carrier sunk by a few planes from the Great Xia within its own controlled territory.

Vice Admiral Soemu Toyoda, commander of the Fourth Fleet, was dismissed from his post by the enraged naval high command before he could even finish sending a telegram in defense.

He was dismissed from his post and investigated, then directly sent to the reserves to guard the stream and fish.

With the sinking of the Longxiang, a huge vacuum of air and sea control instantly appeared in the Bohai and Yellow Seas.

The remaining warships of the Fourth Fleet, terrified, dared not linger in Qingcheng Port for even a second longer.

They set sail overnight and fled back to their home port of Wugang like stray dogs.

Even more outrageous was the Japanese Third Fleet, which was located far away in Shanghai.

When Fleet Commander Kiyoshi Hasegawa heard about the devastation at Qingcheng Port, he broke out in a cold sweat.

He was terrified that the Great Xia Air Force would repeat the same mistake and bomb his Third Fleet into scrap metal in the Huangpu River and the ports of Shanghai.

At a single command, all the Japanese warships stationed in Shanghai set sail overnight, lit fires, and fled the port, heading into the open sea.

All naval aviation aircraft took off fully armed and conducted high-intensity, nerve-wracking patrols over the fleet.

The entire Japanese navy was completely thrown into a state of panic by Lin Feng's air raid.

Next, at the Tokyo headquarters, an extremely absurd farce began to unfold.

The Army and Navy held another joint emergency meeting.

Army Minister General Sugiyama sat on one side of the long table, initially wearing a gloating sneer on his fat face.

"Hmph, those arrogant idiots in the Navy, they always have their tails wagging so high."

Sugiyama Gen picked up his teacup and said sarcastically:

"Now look what happened! We got bombed to pieces by Chinese planes."

"Even the aircraft carrier sank; it's a complete disgrace to His Majesty the Emperor."

The Navy Minister sitting opposite him, Mitsumasa Yonai, had a livid face and was about to slam his fist on the table in rebuttal.

An army staff officer, sweating profusely, rushed into the conference room and handed Sugiyama Gen an urgent telegram.

Sugiyama Gen glanced at it casually, and the smile on his face instantly froze.

Immediately afterwards, his face turned from white to red, from red to purple, and finally turned into a liver color.

"Baka yarou!!!"

Sugiyama Gen suddenly stood up and slammed the teacup in front of him hard at the naval commander opposite him.

"Bang."

The teacup shattered at Mitsumasa's feet, splashing scalding tea all over his trousers.

"Sugiyama, what's wrong with you?!" Mitsumasa Yonai was furious and slammed his fist on the table.

"What am I doing? You navy people are all a bunch of useless trash, not even civilians."

Sugiyama Genji was trembling with rage, pointing at Yonai Mitsumasa's nose and cursing loudly:

"The North China Area Army has just sent an urgent telegram."

The four large transport ships anchored in Qingcheng Port were all sunk by Chinese planes.

That container was filled with heavy artillery shells, fuel, and clothing that our army had prepared for the Battle of Pengcheng.

Furthermore, the new recruits who just arrived at our 5th Division were strafed by Chinese aircraft outside the city because your navy wouldn't let them in, resulting in over a hundred deaths and injuries.

Sugiyama Gen became increasingly agitated as he spoke, spitting all over the middle of the table:

"Your navy must fully compensate our army for the supplies lost in the port."

Not a single bullet can be missing.