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[Host, there are two options available.]

[Firstly, use contribution points to exchange for fighter jets and independently establish an air force organization—]

"Ten years for an army, a hundred years for a navy; building an air force at the last minute is a complete waste," Zhao Yunwen interrupted directly, "Go on with the second one!"

The second option is a rental model, which has time limitations and consumes a higher number of contribution points.

With the Luodian defense line in dire need of attention, Zhao Yunwen tapped his fingertips on the table and said in a deep voice, "Rent the Lightning Fighter Regiment for two hours. How many contribution points will that cost?"

The P-38 Lightning fighter is currently the best aircraft available, with 72 aircraft per regiment, including fuel, ammunition, and personnel.

"Give me a price right away!" Zhao Yunwen's voice was urgent, allowing no room for hesitation.

[All-inclusive price: 1000 contribution points/unit/hour, charged per half hour; every minute exceeding half an hour will be counted as half an hour.]

"Damn it, system, are you robbing me?"

[The host can reduce the rent; this fighter squadron's performance crushes all other aircraft on the battlefield, unstoppable in its path.]

The 87 contribution points were the culmination of thirteen years of consistent effort. Zhao Yunwen felt a pang of pain, but he could only carefully calculate and grit his teeth, shouting, "Rent a fighter jet battalion first!"

[The host is a VIP; payment can be made after use, with a final settlement upon completion of the battle.]

With his mind filled with the spectacular sight of Japanese warplanes being torn apart in mid-air, Zhao Yunwen immediately made the decision: "Execute! Rent a battalion and see how those little devils' planes fall like dumplings!"

Southeast of Luodian, a massive formation of Japanese aircraft swept in, their engines roaring and shaking the heavens. In their eyes, the skies over Shanghai were their backyard. To destroy Luodian and avenge the humiliating defeat of the 12th Infantry Regiment, the naval air force mobilized its entire force—48 Type 96 attack aircraft carrying ammunition, escorted by 36 carrier-based aircraft, heading straight for Luodian.

Colonel Yokoyama Kaede, the wing commander, sat in the cockpit, his face full of disdain: "Where are there any Chinese fighter jets left in Shanghai? Even if there are, they're all junk. Escorting them with 36 fighter jets is a complete waste of fuel!" The Type 96 carrier-based aircraft, with a speed of 440 kilometers per hour, crushed the Hawk-3 like ants with its two 7.7 mm machine guns; the attack aircraft, with a speed of 370 kilometers per hour and a payload of 800 kilograms, took off from Okinawa and sailed unimpeded, determined to flatten Luodian.

The Japanese aircraft group was only a dozen kilometers away from Luodian. Yokoyama closed his eyes and waited for the good news. Suddenly, several black dots appeared in the clouds ahead. They were as fast as arrows and transformed into twin-tailed fighters in an instant, rushing straight towards him with a shriek!

"Yoshi, Chinese fighter jets!" Yokoyama suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of excitement—in his mind, Chinese pilots were all rookies, just asking to be killed.

"Thrust! Shoot them down!" he roared as he pushed the control stick, a sneer on his lips. But the next second, a series of tongues of fire shot in from 600 meters away, precisely locking down the group of aircraft!

Yokoyama instinctively performed a barrel roll at the limit, the airflow scraping wildly against the cockpit. A shell grazed his wing and exploded, leaving him terrified. His back was instantly soaked with cold sweat. The other Japanese pilots weren't so lucky. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" A series of explosions shook the sky. Seven Type 7 fighters were blown up in mid-air, falling to the ground amidst flames and debris. In a single encounter, more than half of them were destroyed. The hit rate was unbelievably high!

"Baka yarou! What kind of fighter jet is this?!" Yokoyama stared intently at the twin-tailed fighter jet, his heart pounding—this was the firepower of a rapid-fire cannon, definitely not a machine gun!

He was acutely aware of his own weaknesses: the Type 96 machine gun was only effective within 400 meters, while these mysterious fighter planes could accurately harvest enemy aircraft from 600 meters away, shattering them with just one or two shells! What terrified him even more was that the enemy also had four 12.7mm machine guns mounted on the turret, whose firepower could completely overwhelm the two light machine guns of the Japanese army!

Thirty-six Japanese warplanes were pinned down in the air by 24 P-38s, not even given a chance to lift their heads. With the escort fighters struggling to survive, the attack aircraft behind them were like fish on a chopping block. "They're like dumplings being dropped into a pot!" Zhao Yunwen clenched his fists, his eyes burning with fury as he watched bombers being torn apart, pilots not even given a chance to bail out. Only one word filled his mind: "Awesome!"

"Baka! They're Westerners! A third country has joined the war!" Yokoyama roared hysterically as he recognized the blond pilot in the cockpit. "Send a telegram for help! Bombers, form ranks! Fighters, flank and counter-attack!"

But his commands simply wouldn't get through! The Type 96 shortwave radio required specialized personnel to operate, and communication was as slow as a snail; while the P-38's VHF radio could be easily operated by the pilot, with clear voices flowing through the formation: "Left flank, keep an eye on the bombers, don't let a single bomb land at Luodian!" "Right flank interception, don't let a single one escape!" "Follow me and engage the lead aircraft at the tail!"

The overwhelming technological advantage turned air combat into a one-sided massacre! The P-38 formations coordinated like a wolf pack hunting, and within ten minutes, they had destroyed most of the Japanese aircraft, leaving the rest terrified and fleeing in all directions.

The defenders of Luodian on the ground had long forgotten to take cover. They lay prone on the edge of the trenches, their eyes wide open. From shock to ecstasy, they finally raised their arms and shouted, "Well done!" "Kill the little devils!" The anti-aircraft guns roared in response. The sounds of artillery fire and machine guns intertwined, becoming the most stirring battle song in the sky above Luodian. The soldiers roared with red eyes. This was a long-awaited moment of triumph!

The P-38 gave them no chance to breathe, targeting only bombers—these slow, thinly armored machines were no match for the Blitzkrieg. Forty-eight Type 48 attack aircraft crashed in succession, none surviving! Only a dozen or so fighters managed to escape, including Yokoyama Kaede, a Japanese ace, who was caught in the middle, looking like a defeated dog, too ashamed to look back.

"What a pity, we didn't rent more!" Zhao Yunwen watched the fleeing fighter jets, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, filled with regret—if we had rented an extra battalion, we would have made sure those Japanese devils never returned!

The last Japanese fighter plane disappeared, and 24 P-38s quickly took off and disappeared into the clouds without a trace, leaving only a sky full of wreckage slowly falling, witnessing this exhilarating victory.

[Host, mission accomplished. How was the experience? Would you like to rate this rental service?]

Zhao Yunwen grinned, his eyes still blazing with fighting spirit, and exclaimed with satisfaction, "Well done! Five stars!"

[This rental of 24 P-38s took 67 minutes and 27 seconds, which is counted as 1.5 hours according to the rules. 36000 points were deducted, leaving a current contribution point balance of 834000 points.]

Enjoying the thrill was great, but looking at his bank balance, Zhao Yunwen's heart tightened—the money was being burned like water! He would never use it unless it was a life-or-death situation; his savings couldn't withstand such spending. He pondered, "What's the unit price for leasing bombers?"

【B-17空中堡垒，3000公里内2000点/架次；每增1000公里，+500点。】

Zhao Yunwen quickly calculated—bombing Kyoto was well over 3000 kilometers away, requiring 3000 sorties per flight, making the cost-effectiveness ridiculously low, and simply unaffordable at the moment. Relying on others was not as good as relying on oneself; leasing was a temporary solution, burning through money and leaving one vulnerable to others. Only by building one's own air force, with power in one's own hands, could one truly have confidence!

He suppressed the idea of ​​bombing Kyoto—it wasn't just about venting his anger, but about making the Japanese pay a bloody price and erasing them from this land completely!

This use of the system was not a spur-of-the-moment decision: firstly, to guard Luodian and protect our brothers; secondly, to make an example of them and deter the Japanese devils—the skies over Shanghai are not a place where they can run wild. If they dare to come again, they will be made to return without ever leaving!

With over sixty Japanese warplanes lost in Luodian, the aerial threat was eliminated. Zhao Yunwen looked towards Luodian and whispered, "Hu Boyu, this is all I can do to help. From now on, it's up to you to protect Luodian."

Meanwhile, at the Japanese Naval Air Command Center, Yokoyama Kaede's distress telegram arrived like a thunderclap: "Over sixty fighter planes lost! Intercepted and killed by a mysterious elite air force! Not a single survivor!"

The lines of text stung everyone's eyes, causing them to see stars. The command center fell silent for a moment, then erupted in a deafening barrage of curses and roars. The crushing defeat over Luodian became a profound humiliation for the Japanese army, and an even more frenzied revenge was quietly brewing in the darkness. Heavy clouds once again shrouded the Luodian defense line!

[Add to bookshelf to follow updates] The Japanese army's airborne retaliation is fierce, and the Luodian defense line is once again facing a dead end. See how Zhao Yunwen deploys defenses to meet the enemy and defend against the meat grinder!