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

Before the attack, Prince Hiroyasu Fushimi, the Chief of the Naval General Staff, and General Nobumasa Suetsugu, gave him a death order.

"If we can't hold it, we'll use the 203mm main guns to bombard Qingcheng Port indiscriminately and turn it into ruins."

Given the strict hierarchical system of the Imperial Navy, if he dared to disobey orders at this critical juncture, he would have to lead his fleet back in disgrace.

Without Lin Feng lifting a finger, those lunatics in the Military Command could immediately strip him of his uniform and force him to retire.

"keep going."

Koshiro Oikawa took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, pointed to a circle on the nautical chart, and coldly issued the order:

"Send the order to the entire fleet."

During the day, crossing this red line is strictly prohibited.

The fleet was cruising at low speed in international waters, 250 nautical miles off the coast of Qingcheng Port.

Captain Takeda paused for a moment, then realized what he meant, his eyes lighting up: "Sir, you mean...?"

"They are active at night and rest during the day."

Oikawa Koshiro's lips curled into a sly, old fox-like smile:

"No matter how powerful Lin Feng's plane is, it's blind at night."

Calculate the timing accurately.

As soon as the sun set in the evening, the fleet immediately accelerated.

Ashigara and Nachi pushed their boilers to the limit and raced toward Aoshima Port at a top speed of thirty knots.

They arrived at the artillery position around midnight.

Using the 203mm twin-mounted main guns on the heavy cruiser, they unleashed a rapid-fire barrage on the urban area and docks of Qingcheng Port for an hour.

After the fight is over, never linger.

Turn around immediately and evacuate at maximum speed.

"We must escape their strike range before dawn the next day, before the Chinese bombers take off!"

As for blindly firing at night, would it accidentally injure a large number of Daxia civilians and Japanese expatriates in the city?

These beastly high-ranking Japanese officers never even considered this.

Even Captain Takeda immediately offered a resounding compliment:

"Brilliant! Commander-in-Chief's hit-and-run tactic is a stroke of genius!"

"In this way, the order to carry out the scorched earth bombardment of headquarters was fulfilled, and the threat of Chinese air force was perfectly avoided."

Oikawa Koshiro snorted, turned to look at the sky outside the window, a shadow of gloom flashing in his eyes.

In his view, the land-based escort aircraft coordinated by headquarters were simply a joke.

He made no attempt to hide his contempt:

"Those idiots who took off from the Daxia coastal airport by the army have no interest in the life or death of our navy; they're just going through the motions."

The naval aircraft that took off from Lushun had too short a range.

This relay-style cover not only involves too few escorting aircraft each time, but also inevitably creates a gap of ten to twenty minutes in air defense.

The order was given to all ships' air defense positions: they must not let their guard down during the day, and all anti-aircraft guns must be loaded and ready for combat.

"Hi!"

Time passed by, second by second.

13:24 p.m.

In a corner of the Izumo's bridge, the recorder glanced at his pocket watch, picked up a pen, and scribbled a line on the thick nautical logbook:

"At 1324, the escorting Lushun Airport air force arrived over the fleet. A total of 12 Type 96 carrier-based fighters were present."

Koshiro Oikawa raised his binoculars and looked at the Type 96 fighters with fixed landing gear hovering like small flies below the clouds. He felt a little more at ease.

If he can just get through the day, then night will be his time to shine.

However, he had no idea.

It was right above him, at the edge of a thick layer of rain clouds more than 4,000 meters above his head.

A pair of eyes were already fixed on the massive fleet.

Four thousand meters above the ground.

There was no pressurization equipment in the cabin, the temperature was extremely low, and the air was filled with a strong smell of engine oil.

Four twin-engine aircraft were flying steadily, taking advantage of the cover of clouds.

Inside the iconic all-glass greenhouse cockpit of the HE-111, Captain Li Lin, wearing a thick leather jacket with a lapel, a leather flight cap, and windproof goggles, firmly gripped the control wheel.

The two Junkers Jumo 211F-1 liquid-cooled V12 engines emitted a deep roar, causing the entire cabin to tremble slightly.

"Captain, there is a flight path on the sea at 11 o'clock."

The bombardier and observer, who was lying at the very front of the aircraft, suddenly shouted.

He pressed his eye against the Zeiss high-powered telescope, his voice trembling with excitement:

"one two three……"

Judging from the outline of the main gun turrets, the two large warships are definitely Japanese heavy cruisers with a capacity of 10,000 tons.

There was also a 10,000-ton ship, which is probably the Izumo.

There were also a dozen or so small boats.

"Found them! We've found the main force of the Japanese army!"

"Well done."

Li Lin's spirits lifted, and he immediately turned around and shouted at the telegraph operator behind him:

"Quickly, send a message to the base immediately."

Report the precise location, course, speed, and number of enemy ships.

"yes!"

The telegraph operator immediately put on his headset and began frantically tapping on the keys.

The ticking of the telegram sounded particularly crisp in the noisy cabin.

Countless Morse codes pierced the air and flew into the distance.

Just then, Li Lin's expression suddenly changed.

"Attention, there are escort aircraft over the Japanese fleet."

Li Lin pushed the throttle valve to its maximum and loudly warned the crew:

"It's the Japanese Type 96 carrier-based fighter jet. They've spotted us and are climbing up to approach us."

Hold on tight, everyone, I'm about to climb into the clouds.

The other reconnaissance teams immediately responded over the radio channel.

"This is Falcon One. Coordinates received. We are approaching your waters."

"Falcon 5 received. Expected to arrive at the battlefield in fifteen minutes."

Li Lin pressed the throat microphone to call his wingman and the two BF-110 heavy fighters that had been escorting them from above.

"This is Falcon 3. Falcon 4, follow me as I ascend."

Hound No. 3, Hound No. 4, the Japanese flies are coming, they're yours to handle.

We'll hide in the clouds. Good luck to you.

The BF-110 lead pilot's cold laughter immediately came through the headset:

"Hound No. 3 received."

You can just relax and watch the show from the shadows.

Watch us brothers tear these thin-skinned, generously filled wooden boards into pieces.

The voice just fell.

Li Lin abruptly pulled up the control wheel, and the two massive HE-111 bombers jerked their bodies back and plunged headfirst into the thick, grayish-white cumulonimbus clouds above, disappearing without a trace.

Two BF-110 G-2 heavy fighters, painted in dark gray camouflage, resembled two raptors eyeing their prey.

"Dump the auxiliary fuel tank!"

The lead pilot shouted.

Two huge cylindrical auxiliary fuel tanks detached from under the wings and plummeted toward the sea.

"Push the throttle valve all the way to activate the boost!"

The two Daimler-Benz DB 605B engines instantly unleashed an extremely ferocious roar.

The BF-110's long and powerful fuselage suddenly lurched forward, its speed increasing instantly.

The pilot stared intently at the twelve Japanese Type 96 fighter planes below, which were desperately tilting their noses up and trying to climb up to intercept them.

Looking at those outdated biplane/monoplane transitional models with open cockpits and landing gear that can't even be retracted.

The pilot of the Bf-110 smirked, revealing a disdainful smile.

The Type 96 carrier-based fighter jet has excellent maneuverability and is extremely strong in dogfighting.

But so what?

Faced with absolute speed, energy, and firepower, all fancy maneuvers are futile.

The nose of the BF-110 G-2 was fitted with two 30mm MK 108 cannons, and the tail had two additional 7.92mm MG 81 self-defense machine guns.

This terrifying firepower configuration, even a slight glancing blow could turn the Japanese Type 96 rifles, which only had two 7.7mm water pipes and no bulletproof armor, into a fireball.