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"What?!"

The Japanese pilots were completely dumbfounded!

In the sky, ten massive, silver-gray bombers were slowly ascending in an extremely elegant manner.

Their fuselages were several times larger than the Zero, with outstretched wings and engines that emitted a deep, powerful roar, like ten giant eagles soaring in the clouds.

"What...what kind of plane is that?" a pilot exclaimed. "How can it be so big?"

Saburo Sakamoto's smile froze on his face instantly.

He rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing.

This was definitely not any Chinese aircraft he recognized!

It wasn't even any kind of aircraft he recognized!

"No matter what kind of plane it is! Charge up! Open fire!"

Saburo Sakamoto gritted his teeth and roared, "They're bombers, so clumsy! Let's circle around behind them and shoot their tails!"

"receive!"

More than 30 Zero fighters immediately dispersed, formed an attack formation, and rushed towards the H-6 formation.

But the next second, they were dumbfounded.

Instead of slowing down to avoid them, the ten massive bombers suddenly accelerated and continued to climb.

The Zero fighter's maximum level flight speed was only 430 km/h, and its service ceiling was only 5300 meters.

The H-6A has a maximum speed of 1014 km/h and a service ceiling of 13100 meters.

This is not a difference of an era at all.

Saburo Sakamoto pushed the accelerator hard, turning the engine to its maximum power.

The propellers were spinning so fast they were about to fly off, the plane was emitting a piercing shriek, and the fuselage was shaking violently, but it just couldn't increase its speed.

He watched helplessly as the ten bombers flew faster and higher.

"We can't catch up! We can't catch up at all!" a pilot shouted in despair.

"Height! They're too high up! We can't climb up!"

"We've reached our limit! They're still flying upwards!"

Saburo Sakamoto looked up.

The ten giant silver-gray birds had already flown to an altitude of over eight thousand meters.

At that altitude, the air was thin, and the Zero fighter's engine could not function properly. If it had flown just a few dozen meters higher, it would have stalled and crashed.

They could only hover in vain at an altitude of 5,000 meters, like a group of clowns jumping around.

They couldn't be hit by artillery shells, they couldn't reach by machine guns, and they couldn't even inhale the exhaust fumes.

"Baka! Baka yarou!" Sakamoto Saburo slammed his fist on the dial in anger, drawing blood from his knuckles.

He had never felt so frustrated before.

In the past, they were the ones chasing after Chinese planes and shooting them down, but today, they could only watch helplessly as enemy bombers swaggered over their heads, dropped their bombs, and then flew away just as casually.

Not even a hair could be touched.

"Captain! What do we do? Should we continue chasing them?"

"Chase my ass!" Saburo Sakamoto roared. "How are we supposed to chase them? What are we going to use?"

He stared intently at the ten increasingly smaller black dots in the sky, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

"How could such a big plane fly so fast? How could it fly so high?"

"This is something no human could possibly create..."

The other pilots also fell silent.

They watched as the ten bombers gracefully turned west, forming a neat wedge formation, and gradually disappeared into the horizon.

All that remained behind them was a city burning in a sea of ​​fire.

. . .

Our gaze shifts to the sky.

"Report! Japanese warplanes spotted taking off!"

Gao Zilong glanced down. Below the clouds, several tiny black dots were swarming in from the direction of airports around Tokyo, like a swarm of enraged wasps rushing towards the formation.

Gao Zilong placed his hand on the control lever, gently pulled it upwards, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Attention all aircraft, ascend to Jiudongdongdong and maintain altitude."

The ten H-6 bombers quickly ascended to 9,000 meters.

After a while.

"Reporting, Captain, the Japanese planes have stopped chasing us and are just circling around in circles," the pilot of plane number seven said with a smile, his tone full of mockery.

"They think they can catch up with me with their junk?"

The pilot of plane number eight scoffed, "Even if you give them another ten years, they still won't be able to catch up with us."

"I just saw a Japanese soldier firing randomly at us. The bullets only flew halfway before falling down. It was hilarious."

This is not a joke or an exaggeration. In theory, airplanes can see bullets fired from enemy machine guns.

As Gao Zilong watched Tokyo recede into the distance through the porthole, and saw the towering flames, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

He picked up the radio, tuned it to the communication frequency with Zhicheng Airport, took a deep breath, and spoke in the calmest and most powerful voice:

"Zhicheng, Zhicheng, this is 8119 taels."

"Repeat, this is 8119 taels."

"Bombing mission a complete success! All targets hit!"

"My formation of ten aircraft, all crew members intact, not a single one damaged!"

"Requesting to return to base!"

"81192 requests to return to base!"

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Zhicheng Airport, control tower.

When Gao Zilong's clear and powerful voice came through the radio, the entire command tower fell silent instantly.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, held their breath, and stared intently at the radio.

The deputy director suddenly stood up from his chair, placed his hands on the table, and his body trembled violently with excitement.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a single word; tears welled up instantly.

Become!

It really did!

They actually dropped bombs on headquarters! They dropped them right in the Sky Locusts' palace!

It's been ten years!

For ten years, only Japanese planes have bombed our cities, and only Japanese troops have slaughtered our people.

Today, it's finally our turn!

Finally, it's our turn to drop bombs on their homeland, right on the heads of those locusts!

"It's done...it's finally done..." the deputy director murmured to himself, tears streaming down his face, but he was completely unaware of it.

The staff officers in the command tower were also moved to tears, hugging each other and high-fiving in celebration.

Some people were waving their fists forcefully, while others couldn't help but burst into tears.

Shen Wang stood by the window, his back to everyone.

Upon hearing Gao Zilong's report, he slowly turned around.

The sunlight shone on his face, obscuring his expression.

But his slightly trembling fingertips betrayed the excitement in his heart at that moment.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, walked to the radio, and picked up the microphone.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried immense power and clearly reached the ears of every pilot:

"Zhicheng received."

"You did a great job."

"Return approved!"

He paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone filled with unwavering seriousness and concern:

"8119 taels, please ensure a safe return!"