Love in the Courtyard: Starting with Engineers

The Lingxiao fighter jets moved like ghosts through the clouds above Tokyo, their silver-white stealth coating perfectly absorbing radar waves.

Japan's air defense systems deployed around Tokyo did not react at all.

Inside the cockpit, the holographic display clearly showed a three-dimensional map of the city below. Li Yu's gaze was cold as he maneuvered the fighter jet in a steady circle.

Bai Ling sat to the side, her hands slightly clenched, looking out the window with a mixture of tension and shock. This once arrogant and domineering city was now right beneath their feet, completely unprepared.

Inside the Japanese Prime Minister's official residence, Shinzo Abe is standing in the operations command center, intently watching real-time footage of the East China Sea.

On the screen, the Chinese fleet and the US fleet were still facing each other from a distance, their cannons pointing at each other, and the atmosphere was tense.

He clasped his hands together and kept chanting, "Fire! America, fire! If you make a move, the Chinese fleet will surely be defeated!"

He remained immersed in unrealistic fantasies, firmly believing that the US Congress would intervene in the war for its own benefit and save Japan from imminent destruction.

The staff officers around him echoed his sentiments, describing the scene of the Chinese fleet being defeated one after another after the M-country fleet launched its attack, as if victory was already in their grasp.

On the streets of Tokyo, unlike the blind optimism inside the Prime Minister's official residence, the public's emotions had long since twisted from initial despair into frenzied hatred.

Countless people gathered in the streets, holding signs that read "Down with China" and "Revenge and wipe away the shame".

Some extremists even wielded sticks, smashed Chinese shops on the street, burned Chinese flags, and shouted fanatical slogans.

They were brainwashed by long-term militaristic propaganda and firmly believed that Japan's defeat was only temporary and that as long as the United States intervened, it could immediately turn the tide of the war and completely defeat China.

"You Chinese bastards, just you wait! We will make you pay the price!"

A young man waved his fist, his eyes bloodshot with madness, and the surrounding crowd immediately erupted in cheers, the flames of hatred burning fiercely in the street.

Amidst the frenzied shouts, Li Yu lightly touched the onboard control panel with his finger.

"First target, the Prime Minister's official residence," he said in a deep voice.

Bai Ling turned her head and saw a Purgatory-9A heavy cluster bomb slowly detach from the pylon under the wing and fall toward the Prime Minister's residence below.

Because the bomb used a non-powered gliding design, it made almost no sound during its descent, and the people on the streets of Tokyo were completely unaware of it, still frantically chanting slogans of revenge.

Just seconds later, a blinding white light suddenly erupted from the area where the Prime Minister's official residence was located, followed by a deafening roar that echoed throughout Tokyo.

A massive shockwave swept out like a tsunami, instantly leveling the main building of the Prime Minister's residence. The reinforced concrete structure collapsed like paper, and countless fragments were thrown hundreds of meters into the air.

A giant fuel cloud with a diameter of 4 kilometers formed instantly, and the temperature of 3800 degrees Celsius turned the ground into a sea of ​​fire. Buildings near the explosion center were instantly ignited, and flames shot into the sky, forming a pillar of fire hundreds of meters high.

The crowd on the street was terrified by the sudden explosion. The frenzied shouts stopped abruptly and were replaced by screams and cries.

"What's going on? What happened?" Someone looked around in panic, but could only see a sea of ​​fire and thick smoke in the distance.

The shockwave, accompanied by scorching heat, swept over cars parked on the roadside, knocked over crowds, and hit countless people with debris from collapsed buildings, instantly staining the streets red with blood.

The former fervor and hatred instantly transformed into extreme fear in the face of absolute destruction. People fled in all directions like headless flies, stampedes occurred one after another, and the streets of Tokyo were plunged into chaos.

Without pausing, Li Yu maneuvered the fighter jet to turn and lock onto the next target—the sacred toilet that bore countless sinful memories.

"Second target, the Divine Toilet." As soon as the words were spoken, the second Purgatory-9A missile detached from the fighter jet and crashed toward the target.

Another deafening roar followed, and the area where the toilet was located was instantly engulfed in flames.

This building, which symbolized the restoration of militarism, was reduced to scorched earth in the face of the destructive power of the Purgatory-9A. The former monuments and building remains were melted by the high temperature and merged with the ground, leaving no trace.

Following this, military bases around Tokyo also suffered devastating attacks.

One after another, Inferno-9A missiles rained down, each explosion accompanied by a massive pillar of fire and a mushroom cloud. Fighter jets, tanks, and missile launchers within the military base were instantly destroyed, and the ammunition depots triggered a chain reaction of explosions, the sounds echoing throughout Tokyo, causing the entire city to tremble slightly.

The soldiers inside the base were powerless to fight back. Under the double blow of the high temperature and the shock wave, they instantly lost their fighting ability, and their desperate cries echoed through the sky.

Japanese officials were in complete panic.

Of the high-ranking officials who were attending the meeting at the Prime Minister's official residence, very few survived. The rest fled in all directions. Some hid in the basement, trembling with fear, while others frantically dialed for help, only to find that the communication system had been destroyed by the powerful electromagnetic pulse generated by the explosion and could not be reached at all.

The mayor of Tokyo stood on the terrace of City Hall, watching the columns of fire and thick smoke rising in the distance. His face was ashen, his body trembling violently, and he kept muttering, "It's over, it's completely over."

The people on the streets were on the verge of collapse.

As they watched targets being destroyed and their former homes turned into infernos, they finally realized that China's retaliation had arrived, and it was swift and deadly.

The hatred and fanaticism of the past have completely dissipated, leaving only a deep-seated fear.

Some people knelt on the ground, crying and begging for mercy to the sky; others held the corpses of their family members and wept bitterly.

Others ran frantically in the chaos, trying to escape the destroying city.

Tokyo, once a bustling metropolis, has now become a living hell.

In the Pacific Ocean, Mark Wilson, commander of the US fleet, was stunned when he received news that Tokyo had been bombed.

He watched the satellite images of the giant pillar of fire rising over Tokyo, the vast stretches of destroyed buildings, and the chaotic fleeing crowds, his eyes filled with disbelief, shock, and dread.

"China actually possesses such terrifying weapons!" he muttered to himself, his hopes and ambitions instantly extinguished.

Just then, an urgent order came from the Ministry of Defense of Country M: "Return to base immediately! Do not engage in any conflict with China!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Mark Wilson immediately ordered: "Attention all personnel! Change course and return at full speed!"

The ships of the M country fleet turned around and sped away from the East China Sea without daring to stop for a moment.

They originally intended to reap the benefits without lifting a finger, but they did not expect that China was so powerful that it could easily bomb Tokyo. If they were to go to war with China, the consequences would be unimaginable.

In the Pacific Ocean, the tense standoff ended with the hasty withdrawal of the US fleet.

Inside the cabin, Bai Ling looked out the window at the devastation in Tokyo, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

There is the exhilaration of revenge, as well as the poignant reflection on the cruelty of war.

Li Yu maneuvered his fighter jet to slowly ascend, his gaze calmly fixed on the burning city below.

"What they owe us will eventually be repaid. This trial has only just begun."

Like a proud eagle, the Lingxiao fighter jet circled once over Tokyo before speeding towards China.

Below, the inferno in Tokyo continues to burn, the chaos persists, and the fate of Japan was already sealed with the explosion of the Inferno-9A.