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

The seawater temperature was still not high at the end of April.

The moment he fell into the water, Private Tanaka felt as if all the blood in his body had frozen.

The biting cold seeped into my bone marrow through my pores, and my heart clenched so hard it almost stopped beating.

It's so cold!

Moreover, he's a landlubber and can't swim at all.

The heavy suede shoes and woolen military uniform, soaked with water, became a fatal burden, dragging him down.

Tanaka frantically waved his arms and kicked his legs, trying to get his head out of the water.

He took a big gulp of the salty and bitter seawater, and his throat burned.

Finally, Tanaka managed to grab onto a large piece of wood and forcibly lift his head out of the water.

He took deep breaths of air, then turned to look around.

Countless struggling heads float on the sea surface.

The sky was filled with flying Xia Dynasty planes and stray bullets and shells.

At this moment, the bow of the troop transport ship had already sunk into the sea, with only a few lifeboats floating in the distance.

Of the more than two thousand Japanese recruits on the troop transport ship "Azuma Maru," those who were killed in the bombing or drowned in the hold were left to struggle desperately in the sea.

The instinct for survival drove these people to completely lose their minds.

A soldier who couldn't swim grabbed at the ground haphazardly and then grabbed Tanaka by the neck.

The man possessed astonishing strength, gripping the field and attempting to use the force to surface.

Tanaka gripped the wooden plank tightly with both hands, but his head was submerged in water, and the air in his lungs was rapidly being consumed.

He opened his eyes and saw murky seawater and countless kicking legs.

I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm really going to die!

He drew his bayonet from his waist and stabbed wildly at the man who was holding him.

Warm blood spread in the cold seawater.

The man released his grip, and Tanaka finally surfaced again, panting heavily.

All around were screams, curses, and desperate cries.

Some people were fighting over a broken piece of wood, tearing it apart with their teeth.

Some people were so cold that they cramped up and sank straight down.

The rear section of the Azuma Maru also began to sink, and another huge whirlpool formed on the sea surface.

Dozens of soldiers who were nearby were swept into the whirlpool and disappeared without even making a splash.

Tanaka felt his hands and feet becoming increasingly stiff, and his body temperature was rapidly decreasing.

The ordeal he just went through had almost completely exhausted him.

He looked at the gray sky, and despair completely overwhelmed him.

Just as the tragedy unfolded on the sea, a fierce battle also broke out in the sky.

Nine Type 97 fighter planes that the Japanese scrambled from Jinzhou Airport arrived at the battlefield.

The Japanese company commander leading the team turned red with rage when he saw the carnage on the sea.

"Attack enemy bombers!"

Although only the lead plane had a radio, the nine Japanese fighter planes displayed an astonishing level of coordination at that moment.

These Japanese Army Type 97 fighters immediately attempted to rush towards the HE-115 seaplane that was pulling up.

But they completely overlooked the BF-110 heavy fighters circling at high altitude.

The squadron leader of the second fighter squadron sneered and pushed down the control stick.

"Attention all aircraft: strike and disengage immediately; do not engage them in prolonged combat."

Several BF-110s swooped down from high altitude.

The speed advantage of twin-engine heavy fighters was on full display at this moment.

The two 30mm cannons and four 7.92mm machine guns in the nose opened fire simultaneously.

A dense hail of bullets instantly enveloped the Japanese fighter formation.

The Type 97 fighter's thin armor was simply no match for this level of firepower.

The two Type 97 fighters at the forefront were instantly riddled with holes.

The fuel tank caught fire and exploded in mid-air.

Two enormous fireballs, trailing billowing black smoke, plunged headlong into the icy Bohai Sea.

The remaining Japanese fighter planes scattered hastily, attempting to use their horizontal maneuverability to launch a counterattack.

But the BF-110 gave them no chance at all.

After completing one round, it immediately pulled up its nose and used its powerful engine to climb back to high altitude, preparing for the next dive.

The pace of the aerial combat was entirely in the hands of the Great Xia pilots.

The first wave of torpedo attacks has ended.

Of the original six Japanese transport ships, only two remain, barely clinging to life on the sea.

The ships "Goshu Maru", "Kano Maru", "Kirishima Maru", and "Azuma Maru" carrying more than two thousand new recruits were all torn apart by the violent explosions, and slowly sank into the cold Bohai Sea, carrying with them a full load of munitions and desperate screams.

Although the troop transport ship "Keio Maru" narrowly escaped a fatal blow, its stern rudder was completely destroyed by the shockwave.

The massive ship lost control and could only spin helplessly on the sea like a headless fly.

Of the entire fleet, only the "Hokuriku Maru" and the escorting destroyer "Akikaze" miraculously escaped unscathed.

After dropping torpedoes, the HE-115 seaplane formation began to pull up, and after forming up in the air, it returned towards Qingcheng Port to replenish ammunition and launch a second wave of attacks.

Meanwhile, the BF-110 heavy fighter group in the high sky engaged in a fierce battle with the Japanese Type 97 fighters that came to provide support in the clouds.

"Baka! Fire! What are you all standing there for?!"

On the deck of the "Keiyo Maru", a Japanese captain drew his command sword and slashed down a terrified recruit who was running around in panic with his head in his hands.

Blood splattered on the wooden deck was a horrifying sight.

The Japanese captain roared menacingly, spittle flying everywhere:

"Everyone, raise your guns! Fire into the air!"

Shoot down the enemy planes!

For His Majesty the Emperor, let us fight to the death!

Under pressure from the officers, some new recruits scrambled up from behind their bunkers.

Their hands trembled as they raised their long Type 38 rifles, desperately aiming at the enemy planes that flew as fast as lightning in the sky.

Some new recruits, in their panic, didn't even disengage the safety on their rifles, and just pulled the trigger in vain.

Shooting down an airplane with a bolt-action rifle from a constantly rocking boat?

That's utterly delusional.

In the sky, several BF-110 heavy fighters that had just dealt with their opponents noticed the troop transport ship spinning in circles on the sea.

"Target of resistance spotted, prepare to fire."

Several BF-110s roared down from high altitude at a steep angle.

The two 30mm cannons and four 7.92mm aircraft machine guns on the nose simultaneously spewed out dazzling tongues of fire.

"Thump thump thump—da da da—"

A dense hail of bullets instantly covered the broad deck of the "Keio Maru".

Large-caliber machine gun shells slammed into the wooden deck, instantly blasting open large holes and unleashing a bloody storm.

Those Japanese recruits who were holding rifles and trying to defend against the air raids were torn to pieces by flying shrapnel and bullets before they even had a chance to scream.

Limbs and torn pieces, mixed with wood chips and tattered military uniforms, flew wildly through the air.

The Japanese soldiers' blood, like spilled red paint, was sprayed all over the deck.

Thick blood gushed into the sea through the gaps in the deck and drain holes, turning the surrounding water a dark red.

The entire deck instantly transformed into a bloody slaughterhouse.

Everywhere were mutilated corpses and wounded soldiers groaning in agony.

Only a few Type 92 heavy machine guns were still firing in vain at the air, but they were quickly targeted by the diving fighters and blown to pieces along with their guns.

That Japanese captain who just brandished his sword and shouted that he would die for his country.

He was hit directly in the torso by a 30mm cannon shell.

The entire Japanese soldier exploded instantly, turning into unrecyclable biological waste that was scattered all over the deck.