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

At the very front of the convoy, the only escort warship, the destroyer "Akikaze," was cutting through the waves.

Colonel Kitamura, the fleet commander, stood on the bridge with a cup of hot coffee in his hand, looking very relaxed.

The navy of the Great Xia Dynasty had long been wiped out, and not even a single sampan capable of setting sail could be found.

The Bohai Sea is now the empire's inland lake.

Colonel Kitamura viewed this escort mission as nothing more than a publicly funded sea voyage.

At this point, they were only 200 nautical miles from Dagukou in Tianjin. At the fleet's speed of 10 knots, the mission would be successfully completed in less than 24 hours.

As for Lin Feng, who is considered the biggest stumbling block to the empire in Qingcheng Port, will his air force cause trouble?

Sorry, the Japanese navy doesn't have that concept yet. After all, airplanes are weapons for decisive battles. How can they be wasted on patrolling the vast ocean and capturing a few small transport ships?

However, Colonel Kitamura was unaware of this.

High in the distance, a modified HE-111 reconnaissance aircraft on routine patrol had already sent the coordinates of their fleet, which left long white contrails, back to Qingcheng Port.

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The telegraph operator, holding a newly translated telegram, strode to the sand table.

"Sir, urgent telegram from a reconnaissance plane."

Lin Feng took the telegram and quickly scanned the words on the paper.

Six large transport ships were spotted in the eastern waters of the Bohai Sea, with only one small warship suspected of escorting them.

The ship was heading west-northwest, with its target Tianjin Port.

Lin Feng slammed the telegram on the table and let out a cold laugh.

This is a big fish.

The Japanese were too careless; they really thought the Bohai Sea was their own private bathtub!

"Someone, relay my orders!"

Lin Feng decisively issued the combat order.

"The seaplane squadron, armed with aerial torpedoes, was mobilized across the entire army."

The 2nd Fighter Squadron scrambled BF-110 heavy fighters to provide escort throughout the entire mission.

The staff officer quickly wrote down the order in his notebook.

"The entire fighter squadron, equipped with external fuel tanks, is on standby at the airfield."

Lin Feng had his own tactical considerations.

Although the BF-109 fighter jet had excellent performance, its range was limited.

When launching an air attack from the sea, the enemy fleet's position is constantly changing, requiring a long period of searching and loitering.

The ocean is different from land; if the fuel runs out, the BF-109 will have no choice but to make an emergency landing on the vast ocean.

The search and rescue operation will be extremely difficult, and the chances of the pilot surviving will be much lower than if he were to parachute to the ground.

If the problem can be solved with the twin-engine, long-range BF-110, then the single-engine BF-109 should not be used.

It's safest to keep them as reserves.

"Notify the Navy."

Lin Feng continued to assign tasks:

"Light the boilers on the Haifeng destroyer and prepare to depart."

Carrying half a company of army infantry, they rushed to the target sea area at full speed.

"If we can capture the enemy transport ships, we will; if not, we'll just kill them."

Qingcheng Port Military Dock.

Thick black smoke billowed from the smokestack of the Fletcher-class destroyer USS Sea Peak.

Captain He Bin stood on the bridge, watching half a company of army soldiers quickly board the ship via the gangway.

"Boilers at full power, prepare to leave shore!"

He Bin gave the order loudly.

This steel behemoth, with a standard displacement of over two thousand tons, unleashed astonishing power driven by four high-powered steam turbines.

The bow cleaved through the waves, and the speed soared all the way to a terrifying high of thirty-five knots.

The entire warship surged forward across the sea, leaving a broad white wake behind it.

He Bin looked at the nautical chart.

It is estimated that it will take more than three hours to reach the area of ​​conflict.

He looked up at the swarm of planes roaring across the sky and curled his lip.

"Hopefully, those guys in the Air Force will go easy on us and leave some scraps for the Navy."

Over the Bohai Sea.

Zhao Jiugao sat in the cockpit of the HE-115 seaplane and adjusted his flight goggles.

As the captain of the seaplane squadron, he personally led the team this time.

A total of twenty-four HE-115s were organized into three attack waves.

Above, a dozen BF-110 heavy fighter jets were circling and providing cover.

"Target spotted!" the navigator announced loudly.

Through the cockpit window, Zhao Jiugao saw several slow-moving transport ships on the sea.

"Attention all aircraft, descend and prepare to enter the attack route."

Twenty-four massive seaplanes began their dive.

When the plane was less than fifty meters from the sea surface, it leveled off.

One after another, HE-115s in a triangular formation began to fly at extremely low altitudes, skimming the sea surface.

The air raid sirens on the Japanese transport ship soon sounded.

The Japanese soldiers on the deck frantically operated a few Type 92 heavy machine guns and a few scattered cannons, firing blindly into the air.

This level of anti-aircraft firepower was simply not enough in Zhao Jiugao's eyes.

The seaplane formation steadily approached its target, braving a sparse hail of bullets.

"Distance of one kilometer... eight hundred meters... drop the bomb!"

Zhao Jiugao pressed the bomb release button.

Beneath the fuselage, a heavy aerial torpedo detached from its pylon and crashed into the sea, splashing up a cloud of white water.

The first wave of eight torpedoes started their propulsion underwater.

Trailing a white contrail, it drew deadly straight lines across the azure sea, heading straight for the Japanese fleet.

Then came the second wave of eight torpedoes.

Then came eight more torpedoes.

"Starboard! Torpedo launched!"

On the bridge of the destroyer "Akikaze".

Colonel Kitamura, the fleet captain, gaped, and his coffee cup fell to the deck and shattered.

He stared at the dense torpedo trails on the sea, his mind blank.

"Hard to port! Evade!"

The destroyer's helmsman frantically turned the rudder.

However, the "Autumn Wind" was just an old destroyer, and it was powerless to deal with such a comprehensive saturation attack.

It sadly discovered that it could not protect anything.

On the transport ship behind, Army Commander Colonel Kuroda was completely dumbfounded.

"Turn the rudder! Turn the rudder quickly!"

Colonel Kuroda drew his sword, unsure of what to do as an army colonel in this situation, and could only shout and yell on the upper deck without any decorum.

The cumbersome transport ship struggled to turn on the sea, trying to avoid the deadly torpedoes.

On the deck of the troop transport ship "Azuma Maru", Private Tanaka slumped down next to vomit.

When the air raid siren sounded, he had no idea what was happening.

Until he saw those white streaks of water on the sea rushing straight toward his ship.

"boom!"

A deafening roar erupted from the midship section of the ship.

A massive column of water shot into the sky, carrying with it broken steel plates and severed limbs.

The aerial torpedo was loaded with hundreds of kilograms of high explosives, making it terrifyingly powerful.

In the instant of the explosion, the poor Azuma Maru's keel was broken.

After all, she was just a transport ship, designed to run along the Japanese coastal routes. Who would have thought she would be hit by a torpedo?

The ship emitted a sickening metallic tearing sound and quickly broke in two.

The icy seawater rushed into the lower deck through the huge hole.

The bow of the ship began to list rapidly to starboard.

The rear of the ship was barely able to float.

The screams and cries of hundreds and thousands of people came from the lower deck.

Those recruits, stuffed into tin cans, didn't even have a chance to escape before being completely swallowed by the surging sea.

The deck was in complete chaos.

The angle of inclination increased, and Tanaka lost his grip on the railing, his body sliding down the slippery deck.

He saw a sergeant pull out a Nambu pistol and fire wildly into the sky.

He then slipped, tumbled over the gunwale, and crashed into the sea.

"Help! I don't want to die!"

Several new recruits around Tanaka cried out and scrambled uphill on all fours.

But gravity relentlessly pulled them toward the abyss.

The ship was capsizing at an accelerated rate.

Tanaka felt a sudden dizziness, then his body was lifted into the air and crashed heavily into the Bohai Sea.