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

"Hound No. 4, maintain formation and gain altitude advantage."

The lead pilot turned on the Revi reflex sight, and a red glow appeared.

"Prepare for B&Z tactics."

"Follow me and dive down to strangle them!"

Two BF-110 heavy fighters, painted in dark gray camouflage, drew a sharp arc in the air before their noses plunged downwards.

With a piercing whistling sound, like two heavy swords falling from the sky, they slashed fiercely at the Japanese aircraft below.

Soon, the two BF-110 fighters completed an extremely fierce B&Z tactical attack.

The movements were swift and graceful, like an eagle swooping down to seize its prey.

"Da da da da—!"

"Thump thump thump—!"

The two 30mm MK 108 cannons and two 7.92mm machine guns on the nose opened fire simultaneously.

Dense trails of tracer bullets intertwined in the air, forming two deadly fire whips that lashed fiercely at the Japanese Type 96 carrier-based fighter planes attempting to climb and intercept below.

"boom!"

A Type 96 carrier-based fighter jet, unable to dodge in time, was hit directly in the stern by a 30mm high-explosive shell.

The fragile frame and canvas structure disintegrated instantly, and the entire aircraft exploded into a dazzling fireball in mid-air. The pilot didn't even have a chance to parachute and fell into the vast sea along with the wreckage.

Another Japanese fighter plane also had its engine damaged, and the Japanese pilot swiftly climbed out of the window and parachuted before it caught fire.

"Baka! The Chinese planes are too fast and their firepower is too strong!"

The remaining Japanese pilots were stunned.

Upon their first encounter with the BF-110, the Japanese pilots were quickly misled by its size.

The enemy plane looks very big; it doesn't seem to be very maneuverable.

So they tried to use the Type 96 carrier-based fighter's proud horizontal turning ability to dogfight the BF-110.

But the BF-110 pilots didn't give them that chance at all.

After the successful strike, the two BF-110s, powered by the ferocious force of their two DB 605B engines, pulled up their noses and climbed back above the clouds at an extremely high rate, leaving the slow Type 96 aircraft far behind.

"Hound No. 4, well done."

Then they repeated the same tactic, with two BF-110s repeatedly diving and attacking before climbing back up, making life miserable for the Japanese fighter planes.

After shooting down the second Japanese plane, the lead pilot glanced at the fuel gauge and ammunition levels, then pressed the radio button:

"We have swatted away the Japanese flies, and the falcon has safely withdrawn."

My fuel and cannon ammunition are running low; I'm preparing to return to base.

Then the two BF-110s gracefully rolled in the air, turned around, and sped off toward Qingcheng Port.

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Qingcheng Port, Cangkou Airport.

Inside the control tower undergoing emergency repairs, the telegraph machine kept beeping.

"Reporting to Your Excellency."

The communications officer abruptly ripped off his headset, clutching a newly translated telegram in his hand, and ran excitedly to Lin Feng:

"Falcon 3 sent back the exact coordinates."

The main force of the Japanese Third Fleet was spotted about 250 nautical miles southeast of Qingcheng Port.

It includes three 10,000-ton heavy cruisers, as well as more than eight smaller vessels such as destroyers.

The enemy fleet had very few escort aircraft, and most of them had already been dispersed by our fighter jets.

"good!"

Lin Feng strode to the table covered with a huge nautical chart.

He picked up a ruler and measured the distance between Qingcheng Port and the coordinates marked on the telegram.

"The straight-line distance is less than 450 kilometers."

Lin Feng's brain was working at lightning speed, calculating rapidly:

The HE-111, when armed with torpedoes, has a cruising speed of about 300 kilometers per hour, and it would take about an hour and a half to fly there.

The Izumo, that old, dilapidated ship, although it was supposed to have a top speed of 20 knots, had been in service for nearly 40 years. Its boilers must have been severely worn out. Now, it would be lucky if it could run at 18 knots.

In an hour and a half, the Japanese fleet had only managed to travel a maximum of twenty nautical miles, and two HE-111 helicopters were still following the fleet, reporting information at any time.

Even if the Japanese fleet starts to flee, it will still be completely within our search and strike range!

Lin Feng raised his head and slammed the ruler onto the nautical chart:

"Now."

"All forces, attack!"

Lin Feng strode out of the control tower and arrived at the end of the empty airport runway.

He took a deep breath and opened the system exchange interface in his mind.

"Next, please enjoy the amazing transformation!"

Lin Feng frantically clicked the exchange buttons for the [HE-111 H-6 Tactical Bomber] and the [BF-110 G-2 Heavy Fighter].

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

On both sides of the previously empty dirt track, one after another enormous steel birds suddenly appeared out of thin air.

In just a few minutes.

Sixteen HE-111 bombers and twelve BF-110 heavy fighters were neatly lined up on the runway.

Along with them came dozens of crew members and hundreds of ground staff in gray overalls.

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"

The ground crew captain waved his red baton and roared loudly.

Hundreds of ground staff immediately sprang into action, working frantically like wound-up machines.

They pushed heavy ammunition carts, laboriously mounting each five-meter-long, nine-hundred-thousand-kilogram LT F5 aerial torpedo onto the pylons under the fuselage of the HE-111 bomber.

Another group of people carried heavy ammunition boxes and quickly loaded the bright yellow 7.92mm machine gun ammunition belts and 30mm cannon shells into the aircraft's bomb bay.

The entire airport was filled with the roar of engines warming up, the crisp sound of metal clashing, and the heavy breathing of ground staff.

Lin Feng walked up to the twenty-eight captains who were lined up.

He didn't launch into a long speech; he simply swept his cold gaze across each young and resolute face.

"Brothers, enough with the nonsense."

Lin Feng's voice was still clearly audible amidst the roar of the engine:

"Your target is the Japanese heavy cruisers."

That's a steel behemoth weighing tens of thousands of tons; let me tell you the truth.

Even if we trade five planes for one Japanese heavy cruiser, we'd still make a huge profit.

Lin Feng paused for a moment, then began to outline the specific tactics:

"In the first wave of attacks, all HE-111s were armed with torpedoes."

Your mission is not necessarily to sink the enemy in one strike.

Instead, the plan was to use the fan-shaped attack of torpedoes to force the Japanese warships to maneuver evasively and disrupt their air defense formation.

If we can damage them, that would be best; we need to reduce their speed.

This creates an excellent opportunity for the subsequent second wave of dive bombers to attack.

The BF-110 will provide high-altitude cover; swat away all the remaining Japanese escort flies in the sky.

"Understood!" the captains roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

"Boarding! Takeoff!"

With Lin Feng's command.

The captains quickly climbed onto their respective fighter jets.

"Buzz—Buzz—Buzz—"

The 56 high-powered engines of 28 twin-engine fighter jets roared deafeningly at the same time.

The huge propellers whipped up gusts of wind, making the wild grass on both sides of the runway almost stick to the ground.

The first BF-110 released its brakes, accelerated on the dirt track, and then gracefully took off into the blue sky.

Immediately afterwards, one fighter jet after another took off.

Lin Feng stood at the end of the runway, looking up as he watched the massive formation of aircraft circle and form up in the sky above the airport.

Sixteen HE-111 bombers formed four tight diamond formations.

The twelve BF-110s were divided into two six-plane formations, one on the left and one on the right, guarding the bomber group above.

A massive fleet of aircraft blotted out the sky, the roar of their engines merging together as they flew into the distance.