Love in the Courtyard: Starting with Engineers

The smoke of battle had not yet cleared in the East China Sea, and all that remained in the command channel of the remnant Japanese fleet was hysterical madness.

After Matsumoto Taro's suicide bombing, Sato Kenichi, who took over as commander, slumped on the bridge of the destroyer "Kirishima," watching the ship's markings decrease on the screen, his eyes bloodshot and foam at the corners of his mouth.

"Fire! All missiles, launch them all! Aim at the Chinese fleet, even if we perish together, we'll take them down with us!"

His command, a desperate roar, pierced the chaos within the bridge.

Despite being bombarded, the remaining eight Japanese destroyers and frigates activated their long-range missile launch systems, sending dozens of anti-ship missiles hurtling toward the Chinese East China Sea Fleet with long trails of flame.

Kenichi Sato stared intently at the missile's trajectory, his hands clasped together, muttering incantations as if praying for a miracle.

But he knew better than anyone that this was a futile struggle. Without radar guidance and tactical coordination, these missiles were like headless flies and could not pose any real threat to the Chinese fleet that was on high alert.

Inside the joint command base of the Chinese Navy, Lieutenant General Zhou Zhenghong looked at the missile array on the radar screen with a calm and unwavering gaze: "Activate the area air defense system and intercept all incoming missiles."

As soon as he finished speaking, the destroyers of the Chinese fleet launched anti-aircraft missiles one after another, forming a dense interception network in the air. The missiles launched by the Japanese were detonated one after another, blooming into black fireworks in the sky.

"Reporting to the general, all incoming missiles have been intercepted, and our side suffered no losses!" The staff officer's report came clearly.

"Counterattack and destroy the remaining Japanese ships."

Meanwhile, at several air force bases in Japan, rows of old bombers, fully loaded with bombs, flew toward the border with China.

Most of these bombers were old relics from World War II, poorly maintained, and the pilots were mostly novices with no combat experience.

"For the great nation of Japan, charge!" the pilots roared over the radio, but they couldn't hide their fear.

But as soon as they entered the airspace over the East China Sea, they were firmly locked onto by Chinese reconnaissance satellites.

At the joint command base, the air defense forces responded immediately, and anti-aircraft missiles roared into the sky and accurately hit the target.

One bomber after another, like kites with broken strings, plummeted into the sea amidst thick smoke, none managing to approach the Chinese border. Explosions echoed across the sea, like a death knell tolling for the madness of Japan.

This naval battle was broadcast live to the world by China via satellite.

When audiences around the world witnessed Chinese drone swarms reaping Japanese ships like a harvest, saw anti-aircraft missiles precisely intercepting all incoming targets, and saw the Japanese fleet utterly powerless in the face of overwhelming strength, the entire world was stunned.

"My God! Is this really that newly established Eastern superpower?"

"This is incredible! The technological gap is like a generational difference!"

"Japan is utterly vulnerable, and China's military strength has reached the world's top level!" Media outlets from various countries exclaimed, marveling at the speed of China's rise and its military power.

Deep in the Pacific Ocean, another tense standoff is unfolding.

The fleet of the northern superpower originally intended to rush to the aid of China, but was intercepted by the fleet of the United States midway.

The aircraft carrier group of Country M and the ships of the northern superpower faced each other across the sea, their guns pointing at each other, and carrier-based aircraft circling overhead, creating an extremely tense atmosphere.

Both sides' radars locked onto each other, and warnings were constantly coming from the radio, but neither side dared to fire first.

Country M does not want to be enemies with two major powers at the same time, and the northern power is also unwilling to be easily drawn into a larger-scale conflict. This standoff is like a taut string that may break at any moment.

On the East China Sea battlefield, the Japanese navy was in an increasingly difficult situation. Ships were destroyed one by one, and the remaining soldiers were plunged into utter despair.

Kenichi Sato frantically shouted into the radio, "Air Force! We need air support! Send fighter jets immediately!"

Upon receiving the distress signal, the Japanese military made the insane decision to launch a suicide attack.

Countless long-range fighter jets took off fully loaded with ammunition. Without carrier support, these aircraft could only fly one way. The pilots were all prepared to die, wanting to launch a final assault on the Chinese fleet.

"For the glory of the nation, I will die on the battlefield!" Pilot Ichiro Honda looked out at the sea, his eyes burning with fury.

He hated China's strength and his own powerlessness, but he never reflected on the root causes of this war.

Within the joint command base of China, satellites quickly detected the movements of the Japanese fighter jet group.

Lieutenant General Zhou Zhenghong ordered: "Dispatch the 'Lingyun' supersonic fighter jet formation to intercept the incoming enemy!" Five silver-white "Lingyun" fighter jets took off from the coastal air force base and sped towards the Japanese fighter jet formation at several times the speed of sound.

The performance of the "Lingyun" fighter jet far surpasses that of Japan's old fighter jets; the two are simply not in the same league.

Before the Japanese pilots could detect the Chinese fighter jets on their radar, they heard the screams of their comrades being shot down over the radio.

"Where are they? Where are the Chinese fighter jets?" Honda Ichiro frantically maneuvered his fighter jet, searching everywhere, but all he saw were fighter jets around him being shot down one after another, turning into fireballs in the air.

Chinese pilots, equipped with advanced radar and air-to-air missiles, launched an attack on Japanese fighter groups from beyond visual range.

Without any suspense, the duel turned into a one-sided massacre.

In just over ten minutes, dozens of Japanese warplanes were shot down, and a large number of warplane wreckage floated on the sea.

Honda Ichiro watched the approaching Chinese fighter jet, his eyes filled with resentment and despair. He pulled the control stick sharply, trying to ram the Chinese fighter jet, but was hit precisely by an air-to-air missile. The fighter jet exploded instantly and turned to ashes.

After dealing with the Japanese fighter group, the five "Lingyun" fighters still had spare capacity, so they turned around and launched an attack on the remaining two Japanese warships on the sea.

Airborne missiles roared down and accurately hit the warships' ammunition magazines. A violent explosion rang out, and both warships quickly sank to the bottom of the sea.

Inside the Longxing Factory command center, Li Yu watched the live battle report on the screen, his face remaining calm.

He received news of the arrival of the transport convoy, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. Outside the window, special containers were being carefully unloaded and transported to the warehouse next to the runway at the back gate of Longxing Factory.

The ultimate weapon hidden inside is about to be unveiled.