Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"The J-20, a fifth-generation stealth fighter, is undetectable by any radar in this era."

Those old-fashioned Japanese warplanes were just toys in front of them.

With a service ceiling of 20,000 meters, a maximum speed of Mach 2.5, and a combat radius of 2,000 kilometers, it's more than capable of flying from Shanghai to Heilongjiang Province.

One hundred fighter pilots were already in position, wearing flight suits and helmets, standing neatly in formation next to their respective aircraft.

"Reporting to the commander, all pilots of the J-20 aviation regiment have assembled. Please give instructions."

"Set off."

Lin Tian didn't say anything more.

"yes!"

The lead pilot saluted and ran to his fighter jet.

One hundred pilots turned around at the same time and ran towards their respective fighter jets.

The canopy closed, and the engine started.

A sharp roar pierced the night sky, and orange flames spewed from the exhaust nozzles as one hundred J-20 fighter jets began to taxi.

The moon hid behind the clouds.

One hundred J-20 fighter jets flew out of the spatial portal opened by Lin Tian in neat formation and headed northeast.

Brigade Commander Chen stood in Lin Tian's command post, looking at the night sky outside the window, his palms sweating profusely.

He knew the power of the J-20, and knew that no force in this era could stop them.

But he was still nervous.

"Sir, what do you think the Japanese will do?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

"All I know is that starting tonight, the Japanese devils' nightmare begins, and some people are going to be in big trouble."

The J-20 squadron was cruising at Mach 0.9 at an altitude of 15,000 meters.

Ground-based radar cannot detect them.

The night sky over Heilongjiang Province was covered with thick clouds.

The moonlight couldn't penetrate, and it was pitch black everywhere.

The navigator's voice came through the headset: "Target area entered. All aircraft proceed according to the pre-arranged plan."

One hundred J-20 fighter jets dispersed and flew towards their designated targets.

The first wave of attacks targeted the airport.

The J-20's weapons bay opened, and precision-guided bombs detached from their racks, hurtling towards the airfield on the ground.

Bombs landed on the runway, in the hangar, and in the control tower, the explosions illuminating half the sky.

The old Japanese fighter planes parked on the tarmac were bombed into pieces, the runway was blasted into large craters, and the hangars were razed to the ground.

The anti-aircraft artillery finally opened fire; anti-aircraft guns and machine guns unleashed a dense barrage that swept across the sky.

But at an altitude of 15,000 meters, the J-20 couldn't reach those shells at all. The pilots didn't even bother to take cover.

The second wave of attacks targeted the train station.

This was a major transit hub for Japanese supplies, with dozens of trains parked on the tracks, their carriages filled with ammunition, food, and medicine.

A precision-guided bomb landed on the railway tracks, the train exploded, and the shockwave from the munition's secondary explosion overturned the surrounding houses.

The fire turned half the sky red.

The third wave of attacks targeted the barracks.

Two divisions of the Kwantung Army were stationed here. The officers and soldiers were still asleep when the bombs fell. Some were blown away, some were buried under the rubble, and some ran out barefoot.

Running away was useless; machine guns swept in, and the wheat fell one by one like wheat being harvested.

Blood stained the snow.

That was so satisfying, so incredibly satisfying!

Lin Tian watched the video feed from the J-20 fighter jet and was so excited that he wanted to fly the fighter jet himself.

The fourth wave of attacks targeted the armory, the fifth the command post, and the sixth the communications hub.

Overnight, Japanese military facilities in Heilongjiang Province were completely destroyed.

The airport is unusable, the train station is unusable, the barracks are unusable, the armory has exploded, the headquarters has been razed to the ground, and the communications hub is paralyzed.

At the Kwantung Army headquarters, Lieutenant General Yamamoto crawled out of the ruins, his face covered in blood and his uniform torn in several places.

He knelt on the ground, staring at the horrific scene before him, his mind blank.

The airport is gone, the train station is gone, the barracks are gone, the armory is gone.

His troops were decimated overnight.

The communications soldier dug the radio out of the rubble; the antenna was broken and the battery was shattered.

I cried out to heaven but received no response, and cried out to earth but received no help.

"Baka yarou!"

Yamamoto kicked the gravel.

"Who did it? Who did it?"

No one could answer him.

Those fighter jets were too fast; they were so fast that he couldn't even tell what model they were.

Those bombs were so accurate, every single one hit a vital spot.

Those pilots were ruthless; they left no survivors.

He didn't know who the enemy was, where the enemy came from, or how many enemies there were.

All he knew was that his troops were finished.

The Kwantung Army is finished.

The puppet state of Manchukuo in Heilongjiang Province is finished.

The news reached Tokyo before dawn.

The military headquarters' phones rang incessantly, telegrams ticked away, and messengers ran around frantically.

Their faces were all deathly pale.

"Baka! Baka yarou!"

Hideki Tojo slammed his hand on the table. "What on earth happened? Who did this? An American? A Soviet? Or a Chinese?"

No one can answer.

The intelligence agencies are still investigating, but they haven't found anything yet.

"Report from Heilongjiang Province: Two divisions of the Kwantung Army have been completely annihilated. The airport, train station, barracks, and armory have all been destroyed. Commander Lieutenant General Yamamoto is missing and presumed to have perished."

Hideki Tojo's legs went weak, and he had to grab the table to keep from falling.

"Investigate! Find out exactly who did it!"

"No matter who it is, they will pay the price!"

By the time the news reached Nanjing, it was already dawn.

Old Jiang was eating breakfast, porridge and pickled vegetables.

The attendant rushed in, holding a telegram in his hand, his face ashen.

"Chairman, a major incident has occurred in Northeast China!"

Chiang Kai-shek took the telegram and read it from beginning to end. His hands were trembling, and he spilled some porridge, burning his hands, but he didn't even notice.

"Is...is this real?"

"It is absolutely true that the Kwantung Army in Heilongjiang Province was completely wiped out overnight. The airport, train station, barracks, and armory were all blown up. The entire Northeast is now in chaos."

Old Jiang squinted at the distant sky. "Have you found out who did it?"

"Not yet. The intelligence department says the attackers used very advanced fighter jets, but the model, nationality, and origin are unknown."

The radar detected no signal, and the anti-aircraft guns couldn't reach it.

"Could it be the Chinese Independent Brigade?"

Chiang Kai-shek suddenly asked.

The attendant was taken aback.

"This...cannot be confirmed."

When the news reached Yan'an, a meeting was being held in a cave dwelling.

The boss put down his pipe, picked up the telegram, read it once, and then read it again.

"Good! Well done!"

He slammed the telegram on the table and laughed heartily, "Whoever it is, fighting the Japanese is commendable!"

When the news reached Shanghai, Lin Tian was having breakfast.

Brigade Commander Chen walked in and saluted.

"Commander, the mission has been successfully completed. All Japanese military facilities in Heilongjiang Province have been destroyed, two divisions of the Kwantung Army have been annihilated, and all our warplanes have returned safely without any losses."

Lin Tian nodded. "The pilots have worked hard. Let them get some rest."

"Yes."

Brigade Commander Chen turned to leave.

"Oh, right."

Lin Tian stopped him. "Tell the cooks to add more dishes today, and also, give everyone a bottle of beer."

Brigade Commander Chen was taken aback for a moment. "Sir, there are regulations in the army that prohibit drinking alcohol..."

"Rules are made by people."

Lin Tian smiled, "I'll make an exception today."

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