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

On the Japanese intelligence side, based on photo comparison and survivor testimonies, they were shocked to discover that Daxia was actually using the latest BF-109 and Ju-87 Stuka aircraft from their ally, the Hans.

The news caused an uproar among the Japanese high command.

Ok.

Can this still be called an ally?

The Japanese ambassador to Berlin immediately lodged a very strong protest with the Hans leadership.

"What happened to the promised 'Anti-Red Joint Pact'? What happened to the promised allies?!"

The Japanese ambassador slammed his fist on the table, spitting everywhere:

"How could you secretly sell the most advanced aircraft to the enemies of the Japanese Empire?"

You must give us an explanation.

Faced with the Japanese's anger, the Hans Air Force Commander-in-Chief, the future Mayer who claimed that enemy planes could not possibly bomb the Ruhr industrial area, was completely dumbfounded.

With his large belly protruding, he looked at the photos handed to him by the Japanese ambassador, his head full of question marks.

"We didn't, that's utter nonsense."

Meyer spread his hands, feigning utter innocence as he loudly defended himself:

"We Hans don't even have enough Stuka bombers for ourselves; all the air wings are queuing up for equipment."

How could I possibly sell such a national treasure to Great Xia?!

Besides, you've blockaded the outer seas of Great Xia. Surely a plane can't fly all the way from Europe to Great Xia in one go?

This then sparked an extremely comical diplomatic wrangling.

The Japanese insisted that Hans was secretly selling arms to Great Xia in order to make money.

Hans vehemently denied the allegations, even producing customs and military factory ledgers to prove their innocence.

After a few days of wrangling, the Japanese high command calmed down.

They figured that since the die was cast and the Great Xia had already equipped itself with these aircraft, they might as well take the opportunity to gain some benefits.

Then, the Japanese ambassador changed his tune, rubbing his hands together and chuckling:

"Lord Meyer, since it's a misunderstanding, let's just let it go."

But as allies, shouldn't you at least tell us the detailed technical specifications of these two aircraft?

For example, what are the advantages and weaknesses of the BF-109 fighter jet?

This makes it easier for us to conduct targeted combat training.

"By the way, it would be best if you could send over two prototypes of each type, free of charge, so that our imperial experts can take a good look at them."

The Japanese devils were hatching a cunning plan.

If they can get their hands on a physical device for free, they might be able to replicate it.

This completely infuriated Meyer.

"Give you two planes? Do you think this is like buying potatoes at the market?!"

Meyer privately cursed at his adjutant:

"These little Eastern dwarfs have quite the dream, trying to get something for nothing?"

Tell them that if they want the actual device, they have to pay real money to buy it.

Moreover, we only accept orders for at least 12 aircraft at a time.

Want the complete set of design drawings?

"Yes, but I'll only consider selling if you buy at least 100 units."

As a result, the Japanese navy, already strapped for cash due to building warships, immediately and stingily stated:

"We don't have that much foreign exchange, so we want to buy two aircraft to use as hypothetical adversaries for targeted training."

The Japanese army was even stingier; they didn't even want airplanes, only two machine guns and two BMW aircraft engines.

After hearing this, Meyer rolled his eyes and waved his hand dismissively: "No way, get lost."

Having been rebuffed, the Japanese high command had no choice but to issue an extremely bizarre death order to the frontline troops in North and Central China:

"In the upcoming battle, all units must spare no effort to launch a surprise attack on the Chinese army's ground airfields."

"We must capture a complete new enemy fighter plane and transport it back to China for research."

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Meanwhile, news of the victory quickly reached the Fifth War Zone Command.

At noon, sunlight streamed through the window and fell onto the desk.

Commander Li, the supreme commander of the theater, was sitting at his desk, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

He was holding a large blue-and-white porcelain bowl and enjoying his lunch.

He was eating his favorite hometown dish, Guilin rice noodles.

The cook put in a lot of effort to make this dish.

The rice noodles are made by grinding the finest rice into a paste, and the broth is simmered overnight with beef bones and dozens of spices.

It is topped with a thick layer of thinly sliced ​​braised beef, along with tangy and crunchy pickled cowpeas and golden-fried peanuts.

Commander Li picked up a mouthful of rice noodles with his chopsticks, slurped it into his mouth with chili oil, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

"Mmm, smells good."

Just then, the door to the operations room was suddenly pushed open.

A confidential staff officer rushed in, carrying a top-secret file folder and sweating profusely.

"Sir, Commander Lin of the 33rd Army Corps has personally sent a report on the bombing results, along with photos."

"Oh? Lin Feng is pretty quick."

Commander Li put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and slowly took the file folder.

He originally thought that Lin Feng's dispatch of planes to Qingcheng Port this time would at most destroy a few dock warehouses, or if he was lucky, sink a few Japanese patrol gunboats.

After all, that was a core military port heavily guarded by the Japanese.

After the bombing, being able to escape unscathed would be considered a great victory.

As he pondered this, Commander Li casually pulled out a black-and-white photograph from the file folder.

I only glanced at it.

"Pfft—cough cough cough!"

Commander Li's eyes widened suddenly. The mouthful of rice noodles he had just swallowed got stuck in his throat, causing him to cough violently, almost coughing up his lungs.

"Sir, are you alright? Water, quickly, bring me some water."

The adjutant next to him was startled and quickly picked up the teacup and handed it to him, while patting Commander Li on the back.

Commander Li gulped down a large mouthful of tea, finally managing to catch his breath.

He didn't even bother wiping the tea from the corner of his mouth; his hands were gripping the photo tightly, trembling slightly.

The enormous vessel, broken in two and resembling a giant "V" stuck in the water, is extremely jarring in the photo.

"This...this is the Japanese aircraft carrier?!"

Commander Li's voice changed tone, his face full of disbelief:

"That kid Lin Feng... he blew up the Japanese aircraft carrier?!"

Commander Li quickly flipped through the telegrams and battle damage assessment report at the back.

One light aircraft carrier, two light cruisers, one destroyer, and four large transport ships were sunk.

They shot down and destroyed dozens of enemy aircraft in the air and bombed them on the ground, and burned countless military supplies.

Seeing this series of extremely terrifying results, Commander Li gasped and was unable to calm down for a long time.

At this moment, Commander Li's perception of Lin Feng underwent a complete transformation.

Previously, although he admired Lin Feng's fighting skills, he only regarded Lin Feng as a capable junior or an ambitious emerging warlord with some good equipment.

But now it's different.

The 33rd Army Corps was not only an elite force capable of withstanding fierce attacks from the Japanese elite on the ground.

They now possess a terrifying deterrent force capable of directly destroying Japanese strategic nodes across hundreds of kilometers.

"Good lad, you've been hiding your true strength..."

Commander Li put down the photo, walked to the huge sand table, and narrowed his eyes.

He realized that he had to immediately adjust the strategic deployment of the entire Pengcheng Campaign.