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

The bomber group ignored the air battle on the outside and flew straight through the clouds.

Ahead, the outline of Qizhou, the capital of Shandong Province, has appeared on the horizon.

"Target spotted, Qizhou Railway Station!"

The navigator reported loudly.

Han Zhenhai pressed down on the control stick, and the aircraft began to descend, entering the bombing route.

Looking down from a height of three thousand meters.

Qizhou Railway Station, as an important logistical hub for the Japanese army south of the Yellow River, was extremely busy at this moment.

Inside the vast station, long freight trains were parked on the tracks.

Some train locomotives were still spewing white steam out of the engine.

The platform was densely packed with Japanese soldiers dressed in khaki uniforms.

It was a battalion of new recruits who had just arrived at the front lines from the country, and they were assembling under the command of their officers.

In the distance, in the cargo yard, there were small mountains of wooden crates filled with ammunition, clothing, and canned goods.

Dozens of trucks and artillery pieces pulled by mules were parked next to the storage yard, and a large number of Japanese logistics soldiers and conscripted laborers were sweating profusely as they moved supplies.

"Open the magazine door."

Han Zhenhai issued the order.

Below the fuselage, two narrow bomb bay doors slowly slid open to the sides.

The bombardier lay prone on the floor of the nose glass canopy, his eyes pressed tightly against the eyepiece of the Lotfernrohr 7 bombardment sight.

The bombardier's fingers rested on the bomb release button, constantly turning the knob to precisely correct the aircraft's yaw angle.

The crosshairs of the scope moved little by little toward the center of the train station.

"The altitude is 2,800 meters."

"The speedometer reads 320 kilometers per hour."

"Wind direction corrected."

The navigator read aloud the various data displayed on the instrument panel.

The bombardier held his breath, and the crosshairs finally locked onto the platform filled with parked trains.

"We've arrived! Drop the bombs!"

The bombardier roared and pressed the red bomb release button hard.

A series of rapid mechanical unlocking sounds came from inside the cabin.

The hooks holding the bomb in place instantly came undone.

A deadly rain of steel suddenly poured down from the sky.

A series of 50-kilogram SC50 high-explosive bombs detached from the fuselage, tracing dense parabolic arcs in the air under the influence of gravity, before crashing to the ground with a sharp whistling sound.

Eighteen bombers and hundreds of bombs created a vast barrage of death.

On the ground, air raid sirens blared, their shrill cries even more pitiful than those of the female Japanese soldiers in videotapes decades later.

The Japanese soldiers in the train station finally heard the terrifying howling sound coming from the sky.

The Japanese officer on the platform looked up and saw the dense black dots falling from the sky, and his face turned pale with fright.

"Enemy air attack! Take cover immediately!"

The officer's stern shouts were instantly drowned out by the deafening roar of the bomb hitting the ground.

The time-delay fuse worked.

The first wave of bombs did not explode the moment they hit the platform roof.

Instead, it used the kinetic energy of its fall to smash directly through the thin asbestos roof.

It smashed through the brick roof of the warehouse.

It smashed through the metal shell of the boxcar parked on the tracks.

The 0.5-second delay ends once the bomb penetrates the building and the train carriage.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Dull explosions echoed in various corners of the train station.

A freight wagon loaded with 75mm mountain gun shells was hit inside by three bombs at the same time.

The violent explosion instantly detonated the ammunition inside the carriage.

A chain reaction of explosions occurred.

The entire train transformed into a rolling fire dragon, and the massive shockwave tore the heavy steel carriages into pieces, scattering them wildly in all directions.

The Japanese recruits who were lining up on the platform were caught in the crossfire.

The shockwave from the explosion, carrying hot shrapnel and twisted steel, swept across the entire platform.

Hundreds of Japanese recruits were thrown into the air before they could even scream.

Limbs, severed limbs, broken internal organs, and blood-stained khaki military uniforms flew around in the air.

The Japanese battalion commander, who was brandishing his command sword and trying to organize his soldiers to fire at the air, was hit directly in the chest by a flying train wheel hub.

His entire body instantly turned into a pile of mangled flesh, and even the command sword bestowed upon him by the Emperor was smashed into two pieces.

The freight yard was just as hellish.

The bomb fell into a mountain of wooden crates, igniting the clothing and food inside.

The Japanese logistics soldiers who were carrying ammunition were blown to pieces and fell beside the railway tracks.

The frightened mules and horses dragged the burning artillery carts wildly through the sea of ​​fire, trampling wounded Japanese soldiers into mincemeat along the way.

Han Zhenhai sat in the cockpit, coldly looking down through the plane window.

The entire Qizhou Railway Station had been turned into a boiling inferno.

The once straight railway tracks were blown up and twisted into a pretzel shape, sticking up high.

The platform completely collapsed, and several large warehouses were reduced to burning frames.

Thick smoke billowed up hundreds of meters into the air, completely obscuring the horrific scene below.

Even the bombardier's scope was filled with nothing but a cloud of blackish-gray smoke.

"Report to the captain: all targets have been covered, bombs have been dropped, mission accomplished."

The navigator reported loudly, his tone relaxed as if he had completed the task.

Han Zhenhai took one last look at the ruins.

"Close the magazine door."

Attention all crews, regroup and return to base.

The bomber formation drew a huge arc in the sky, and under the cover of BF-109 fighters, it swaggered towards Qingcheng Port.

All that remained were the mournful air raid sirens blaring in Qizhou City and the raging flames shooting straight into the sky from the train station.

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A few hours later.

The Pingshan defense line, the command post of the Japanese 114th Division.

The command post was located in an extremely secluded natural cave, with moisture-proof canvas hanging on the cave walls.

A communications staff officer, clutching a telegram, stumbled into the command post.

I tripped over a cable and almost fell to the ground.

"Your Excellency Division Commander, an urgent telegram has arrived from Qizhou!"

The communications officer's voice trembled as he handed the telegram to Shigeharu Suematsu with both hands.

Suematsu Shigeharu was standing in front of the map, strategizing the troop deployment along the defensive line.

He turned around, took the telegram, and quickly scanned the paper with his eyes.

After only a few glances, his face suddenly turned deathly pale.

The telegram's contents were piercingly incisive.

Lin Feng's bomber squadron launched a surprise attack on Qizhou Railway Station.

The railway marshalling yard was devastated, and all the supplies and ammunition in the more than 20 wagons parked there were destroyed.

A newly recruited battalion undergoing unloading suffered more than half its casualties and was completely rendered ineffective.

A violent explosion occurred at the ammunition depot on the platform, reducing several nearby warehouses to ashes.

Most fatally, the railway hub was destroyed, and Qizhou Railway Station will not be able to resume operation in the short term.

Suematsu Shigeharu silently tightened his grip on the telegram, then let it loosen weakly.

Then, he slowly put down the telegram and fell into a long silence.

Several senior staff officers in the command post held their breath and dared not utter a sound when they saw the division commander's expression.