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"But Mr. Shen, you are different. You understand these things. Only with your command can we achieve the greatest victory with the least cost."

The brigade commander's words were sincere and heartfelt, without the slightest hint of hypocrisy.

This is the fundamental reason why headquarters entrusted Shen Wang with command of all new weapons.

No one in the entire Eighth Route Army, or even in the entire nation of China, understood these weapons from the future better than Shen Wang.

No one understands modern warfare better than him.

"The brigade commander is right!"

Commander Lu nodded quickly and said with a serious expression, "I have to admit that I almost made a big mistake. If I had agreed to attack the aircraft carrier, it might have led to irreparable serious consequences."

"From today onwards, all troops in eastern Shandong, including myself, must obey Mr. Shen!"

To be honest, Commander Lu still can't figure out how 24 planes managed to shoot down more than 70 enemy planes in ten minutes with zero casualties.

This is simply a miracle!

Shen Wang couldn't help but laugh: "Please don't flatter me, you two. I only know a little bit about this."

"But no matter what, after this battle, the Japanese navy should be quiet for a long time."

Commander Lu and the brigade commander nodded at the same time.

Seventy-two carrier-based aircraft, that's enough to give the Japanese a run for their money!

. . .

Meanwhile, in the Yellow Sea, the aircraft carrier Kaga...

On the bridge, Teruhisa Komatsu leaned back leisurely in the command chair, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand.

The naval officers around them were also gathered in twos and threes, chatting and laughing.

Everyone held binoculars and looked towards Jiaodong City, their faces full of confident smiles.

"Judging by the time, the aircraft should have reached the target area by now, right?"

The chief of staff said with a smile, "I reckon the dock is already a sea of ​​fire."

"That goes without saying."

Komatsu Teruhisa took a sip of coffee and said arrogantly, "Seventy-two carrier-based aircraft are a piece of cake to deal with a bunch of guerrillas who don't even have gunboats."

"I think they'll be able to return in less than half an hour."

"Haha, Your Excellency is right."

A colonel chimed in, "Once they return, we'll head straight for Jiaodong Port. Then I'll see what those army idiots have to say!"

"That's right!"

A group of Japanese naval officers laughed.

Just then, a loud roar suddenly came from the distant sky.

"An Eighth Route Army plane?"

"They actually dared to send planes to intercept us!"

"How ridiculous!"

"Let them see the might of the Imperial Navy!"

All the Japanese soldiers perked up and raised their binoculars to look at the sky.

With good visibility at sea, even from 20 or 30 kilometers away, one could still vaguely see the dogfight between aircraft through binoculars.

Suddenly, a dazzling flash of fire streaked across the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled explosion could be faintly heard from across the sea, dozens of kilometers away.

"Well done! The first one has been shot down!"

"Looks like the Eighth Route Army's planes aren't all that great after all!"

"That bunch of useless soldiers in the army actually got completely wiped out by this kind of trash, it's a disgrace!"

A cheer erupted from the bridge.

Everyone naturally assumed that the plane that was shot down must have been an Eighth Route Army plane.

After all, in their minds, the air force of the Imperial Japanese Navy was the best in the world and could not possibly lose to a bunch of peasants.

Explosions rang out continuously, and fireballs burst into the sky.

The cheers on the bridge grew louder and louder.

"Five have been shot down!"

"Too easy! It was a one-sided massacre!"

"I think it won't take ten minutes to wipe out all the Eighth Route Army's planes!"

The smile on Teruhisa Komatsu's face grew brighter and brighter.

He put down his coffee cup, picked up his binoculars, and prepared to admire the triumphant return of his air force pilots.

But as he watched, the smile on his face slowly froze.

Not right.

Something's really wrong.

There were far too many explosions.

Moreover, those burning and crashing planes looked exactly like our own Type 96 carrier-based fighters and dive bombers.

Also, why are so many planes turning around and running away?

And judging from the direction it's coming from, it's heading this way?

Even more terrifying, behind those escaping planes, there were several small silver dots, relentlessly pursuing them at an alarming speed!

"Baka! What's going on?" Komatsu Teruhisa's voice trembled slightly.

The cheers around them gradually subsided.

All the Japanese soldiers realized something was wrong, and their smiles slowly disappeared, replaced by doubt and unease.

"It seems...it seems like our planes are being chased and attacked?" an advisor said uncertainly.

"impossible!"

The chief of staff immediately retorted, "How could our air force be chased and attacked by the Eighth Route Army? You must be mistaken!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a Type 96 carrier attack aircraft get hit in its fuel tank and explode into a huge fireball in mid-air.

The familiar wing shape and the clearly visible Rising Sun flag on the wing were obvious to everyone.

"boom!"

Another plane has been shot down.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Explosions continued one after another. Each explosion was like a heavy hammer blow, striking everyone's hearts hard.

There was a deathly silence on the bridge.

Everyone stared blankly through their binoculars at the one-sided massacre in the sky, their faces filled with disbelief.

The noble Imperial Japanese Navy Air Force was being chased and beaten by a bunch of peasants they looked down upon.

How is that possible?

"Baka! This is impossible!"

Teruhisa Komatsu abruptly threw down his binoculars, shouting hysterically, "Something must be wrong! How could our planes possibly lose!"

No one answered him.

Because the battle in the sky has ended.

The last Type 96 carrier-based fighter jet, trailing a long plume of black smoke, plunged headlong into the sea.

The sky returned to calm.

Not a single Imperial Navy aircraft can be seen anymore.

Only the silver fighter jets remained, circling in the air.

Seventy-two carrier-based aircraft.

completely annihilated.

None of them came back.

Komatsu Teruhisa looked at the empty sky, and suddenly everything went black.

"puff--"

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then his body swayed and he fell straight backward.

"Commander!"

"Commander!"

Chaos erupted on the bridge instantly.

The officers rushed over in a panic, frantically trying to save Komatsu Teruhisa.

Some people were pinching the philtrum, others were looking for military doctors; chaos reigned.

"Chief of Staff! What do we do now?"

A colonel, his face deathly pale, looked at the chief of staff, his voice trembling: "All our carrier-based aircraft are gone! If the Eighth Route Army's planes catch up, we're finished!"

The chief of staff was terrified.

He knew, of course, that an aircraft carrier without carrier-based aircraft was just a sitting duck floating on the sea.

"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"

The chief of staff shouted hoarsely, "Full speed back! Back to Qingcheng! Now!"