Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

Japanese Ground Self-Defense Force on the northern coast of Qiongya.

"Mizushima-kun, it's time to hand over the post. The cooks have prepared today's lunch, and the next guard duty will be left to me."

"Alas, I don't know when the mainland will be able to develop and manufacture monitoring radars."

"Relying solely on vision, even a cat-eye lookout that can operate 24 hours a day is far less efficient than technology."

If we were to use a few sentences to briefly summarize the general performance of the book during World War II, it would be:
Lack of strength, but a lot of ideas. Overcoming the strong with the weak, moving myself. Building common prosperity, aggression and violence. The final nine-stage decisive battle, the fantasy is not bad.

As a large force that barely squeezed into the club of great powers by paying indemnities and ceding territory, Japan is, to put it bluntly, a poor bastard.

This country lacks fundamental resources, and its industrial level is far behind that of the old powers in Europe and the United States.

On the way to climbing the technology tree, they couldn't even see the taillights of the former.

The above-mentioned inherent defects have caused the Japanese Navy's warning system to always lag behind the mainstream by one generation, and it is still using primitive visual observation to monitor the coastline.

Hearing his colleagues' complaints, Mizushima Eitaro silently put down the vitamins and cod liver oil in his hands.

The widespread application of radar technology is definitely not good news for this special force that has been trained since joining the army.

However, we have to admit that if we only consider the monitoring effect per unit time, the visual acuity does not even have a chance to hit the radar.

After all, something that can be done by just one radar station requires the garrison to dispatch hundreds of soldiers and many surface ships.

With such a straightforward comparison, it is clear who is stronger and who is weaker.

"Alas, our country is still not rich enough. If our allies are willing to share some of their scientific research results for free, the next war will surely be much easier."

"Forget it, let's just live in the present. Politics and military affairs, these complicated things don't need the little people to care about."

"Tashiro-kun, I'll go back and rest first. If there are any special circumstances, remember..."

Before the Japanese lookout could finish his words, there was a sudden roar of a piston engine from the distant horizon, and it was obvious that a group of machines was about to appear.

Faced with the emergency, the two of them handled it decisively.

They first sounded the air defense alarm without hesitation, and then ran to the top of the observation post without stopping, trying to accurately identify the specific identity of the other party as soon as the unknown aircraft group appeared.

It turns out that the cat's eye lookout has quite a good vision.

As Captain Wang Hai and his team gradually lowered their altitude and emerged from the sea of ​​clouds, the two Japanese soldiers immediately analyzed a lot of useful information.

"The strange aircraft group is coming from the northwest! Double-engine! It's not any of the Army's Type 99 Light Bomb, Type 97 Heavy Bomb, or Type 2 Dragon Slayer, nor is it our Navy's Type 96 Land Attack!"

"Baga! That's the emblem of the Eighth Route Army Air Force! It's the Mosquito that bombed the mainland before!"

"Quick! Quickly pass the information to Dayingshan Airport and let the naval pilots and the nearest anti-aircraft artillery group prepare for battle!"

"Hi!"

The military situation is extremely urgent.

Although the Qiongya Garrison had been away from major wars for more than three years, the well-trained and tense Japanese guard troops still promptly passed the news of the enemy attack to Dayingshan Airport.

After receiving the information, Mikio Makado and Daisuke Shinjo, who were originally sarcastic to each other, immediately put aside their conflict.

We must unite to face the enemy. If we continue to bicker, it will be tantamount to suicide.

"Hurry! Everyone, get moving. All combat teams, board the plane immediately! Even if the fuel is not full, we must take off to meet the enemy. An air battle doesn't use up much fuel!"

"Anti-aircraft artillery team, you must buy enough time for the two flight squadrons." "Even if you use up all the ammunition in stock, you must stop the Eighth Route Army's bomber formation outside the airport."

······
To be honest, the reaction speed of the two naval aviation officers was not slow at all. Their execution ability could be ranked among the fastest even in the Pacific or Western Front in Europe.

The local anti-aircraft artillery teams were also quite powerful. The Japanese rushed to the artillery positions the moment the alarm sounded, and it only took them a dozen seconds to enter combat status.

It’s a pity that the Eighth Route Army Air Force will not give the enemy a chance to prepare.

There is no way, since Dayingshan Airport is so close to the coastline.

The distance was less than ten kilometers, which was almost a blink of an eye for the comrades flying the Mosquito tactical bomber.

When the combat formation entered the enemy's airspace, Captain Wang Hai decisively ordered in the communication channel:

"We have arrived at Haikou Dayingshan Airport. Everyone, lower your altitude and immediately get into combat positions! Everyone is free to attack and we must destroy all enemies!"

"Don't be afraid of damaging the airport facilities. The Qiongya Independence Team has a strong local mass base, and after the war there will naturally be someone responsible for maintenance and renovation."

"The action begins!"

After saying this, Captain Wang took the lead and drove his fighter plane in a shallow dive towards the enemy's apron.

Just before reaching the best bombing point, he pulled the trigger with a cold face and fired his Western cannon at the running Japanese pilots.

In an instant, two impermanence soul-catching ropes composed of 20mm machine guns were lashed towards the ground.

Countless pieces of meat, mixed with dirt and cement chips, danced together.

Several pilots with records of shooting down aircraft died on the road in great frustration without even touching their own vehicles, just like the pilots at Pearl Harbor at the end of last year.

This moment is just like that moment.

This bloody scene made Fang Ziyi's blood boil. His eyes jumped back and forth between the ground and the dashboard, waiting for the best time to drop the bomb.

3, 2, 1!

After counting to three in his mind, Fang Ziyi quickly pressed the bomb button and dropped seven 113 kg and four 227 kg high-explosive bombs onto the enemy's apron.

Real men never look back to see the explosion.

"Bombing complete!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As soon as the explosion sounded, Captain Wang Hai began to climb in altitude in his Mosquito tactical bomber, giving the enemy no chance to counterattack.

As for a low-altitude dogfight with the fish that escaped the net?
Sorry, we, the Eighth Route Army, would never do such a stupid thing. It's a different era now, who still wants to engage in low-altitude dogfights?

Twin-engine fighters do not have advantages in terms of power-to-weight ratio and flexibility. The Mosquito, a late model of World War II, combined with rich combat experience, can bully the Type 97 fighter and the Type 96 carrier-based fighter.

Fight against the Zero Fighter 21?

That's just making yourself uncomfortable.

Of course, there were almost no fish that slipped through the net. After all, there were still six Mosquito tactical bombers waiting in the wings to attack the Zero fighters on the tarmac.

There were more than sixty high-explosive bombs in total. How could a small, crispy lighter withstand them? (End of this chapter)