Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

As night deepened, the smoke of battle in Heilongjiang Province had not yet dissipated when the howl of death echoed over Jilin Province once again.

Lin Tian's command post was brightly lit.

On the huge military map, the important Kwantung Army military base in Heilongjiang Province has been crossed out in red, and Jilin Province has been circled in red.

Brigade Commander Chen stood in front of the map, pointing to the location of Jilin Province with his finger, with several staff officers sitting behind him.

"Commander, according to intelligence, the Kwantung Army in Kyrgyzstan Province has entered a state of combat readiness."

They deployed anti-aircraft firepower at the airport, fighter jets were already patrolling the skies, and soldiers in the barracks were lying down fully clothed, ready to fight at any moment.

Lin Tian glanced at the clock on the wall; it was 9:30 PM.

"Take off for patrol? How long can their planes stay airborne? Half an hour? An hour? They'll have to come down when they run out of fuel."

"Notify the flight squadron to take off at 10:00 sharp. Same old routine: attack the airport first, then the train station, and finally the barracks."

"Let them bomb all the Japanese planes to the ground; not a single one will escape."

"yes!"

At 10 p.m., one hundred J-20 fighter jets took off again.

The silver-gray fuselage blended into the night, and the flames from the exhaust nozzles stood out conspicuously in the darkness.

They climbed to an altitude of 15,000 meters and flew towards Kyrgyzstan province.

Ground-based radar still cannot detect them, not to mention their stealth capabilities.

The Kwantung Army airfield in Kyrgyzstan province was brightly lit.

Dozens of old-fashioned fighter jets were parked on the runway, and maintenance personnel were working overtime to inspect and repair them.

The pilots dozed off in the standby room, awaiting the order to launch.

On the anti-aircraft gun emplacement, the soldiers stared wide-eyed at the sky, dozing off.

After news of the bombing of Heilongjiang Province came last night, the highest commander of the local authorities issued a level-one combat readiness order.

The airports, train stations, and barracks of the puppet state of Manchukuo were under heightened security. No one was allowed to leave the premises, soldiers were not allowed to take off their clothes to sleep, and the fighter jets were fully fueled and loaded with ammunition.

But what they didn't know was that the enemy came from a height they couldn't see.

After the J-20 fighter jet regiment rendezvoused over Heilongjiang Province, it flew towards Jilin Province.

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

The pilots checked the weapon systems and confirmed that the precision-guided bombs in the bomb bay were in good condition.

"Red Star One received."

"Red Star 2 received."

"Red Star No. 3 received."

One hundred "Received" messages rang out sequentially in the channel.

The navigator checked the time.

"Arrived over the target at 10:45, dropped the bomb precisely at 10:46. Good luck to everyone."

J-20 fighter jets flew over the airspace of the former Manchukuo regime in Jilin Province.

The anti-aircraft guns on the ground remained silent, unable to detect any targets.

The airport lights were still on, and the fighter jets were still parked on the runway.

A train dispatcher is directing a train into the station.

At 10:46, the bomb fell precisely on time.

The precision-guided bomb detached from its rack and hurtled toward the target on the ground.

The first wave of bombs landed on the airport runway, creating large craters.

The old-fashioned fighter jets parked on the tarmac were blown to pieces, and the hangars were razed to the ground.

The second wave of bombs landed at the train station, severing the tracks, destroying the trains, and setting supplies ablaze.

The third wave of bombs landed on the barracks, and entire buildings collapsed in the explosions.

The anti-aircraft guns finally fired.

A dense barrage of bullets swept across the sky, but couldn't reach anything; not even the shadow of the plane could be seen.

Life is getting hectic.

Commander Yamamoto, barefoot, got out of bed and ran to the telephone without even putting on his clothes.

The phone lines were down, the telegrams couldn't be sent, and the communications hub had been destroyed. He opened the window and looked at the towering flames in the distance, his face turning ashen.

"Baka yarou!"

He slammed his fist on the window frame, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Who is it? Who is it?"

No one could answer him.

The bombing lasted for half an hour.

One hundred J-20 fighter jets took turns dropping bombs, turning the military facilities in Jilin Province upside down.

The airport was destroyed, the train station was destroyed, the barracks were destroyed, the armory was blown up, and the headquarters collapsed.

The Kwantung Army in Jilin Province was decimated overnight, just like in Heilongjiang Province.

In the headquarters of the Kwantung Army, Lieutenant General Michitaro Komatsubara sat slumped in his chair, with casualty reports spread out in front of him.

Heilongjiang Province is gone, and so is Jilin Province.

Both divisions were completely wiped out, and the airport, train station, barracks, and armory were all destroyed.

The losses were devastating, so devastating that it was impossible to explain them to Tokyo.

"Your Excellency, currently only Liaoning Province remains in our hands. The troops in Heilongjiang and Jilin Provinces have lost their fighting capacity and are unable to provide support."

Xiao Songyuan raised his head, his voice hoarse: "Liaoning Province cannot be lost again."

"But Your Excellency, the enemy comes from the air; we have no way to fight them."

"Liaoning Province cannot be lost again!"

Komatsubara slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and walked to the window, looking at the gray sky outside.

"Send a telegram to Tokyo requesting support, report the situation here truthfully, and request fighter jet support. We cannot afford to lose Liaoning Province again."

The news reached Tokyo before dawn.

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

"Baka! Baka yarou!"

Hideki Tojo's face turned ashen. He slammed his hand on the table, causing his pipe to fall to the ground.

Heilongjiang Province is gone, and so is Jilin Province.

Nearly 100,000 Kwantung Army soldiers and more than 200,000 Chinese civilians were killed overnight, with more than half of them lost.

Those airports, train stations, barracks, and armories were all built by them at great expense.

Everything was destroyed overnight.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, now is not the time to be angry. We have already lost Heilongjiang and Jilin provinces, and we cannot afford to lose Liaoning province as well. Otherwise, we will have no place to stand on the land of China."

Hideki Tojo was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Send fighter planes, send three hundred fighter planes to Liaoning Province. We must defend Liaoning Province."

"But Your Excellency, the enemy's fighter jets are very advanced; ours are probably no match for them..."

"Even if they're no match, we'll still fight!"

Hideki Tojo interrupted him, "Liaoning Province is our last stronghold in Northeast China. If we lose it, the Kwantung Army is finished."

"Manchukuo is finished, and our decades of efforts in Northeast China are gone."

"Hi!"

Three hundred fighter jets took off urgently from North Korea, North China, and mainland China.

Old-fashioned Zero fighters, Type 97 fighters, and Type 99 bombers, laden with bombs, flew towards Liaoning Province.

The pilots looked grim; they knew the enemy was powerful, but they had no way out.

In a certain place in Northeast China, the command post of the young marshal Zhang was filled with jubilation.

"Young Marshal, the Japanese in Heilongjiang Province have been wiped out, and the puppet troops have surrendered. Our people have already entered Harbin."

The adjutant reported excitedly.

Xiao Zhang put down his teacup, stood up, and walked to the map.

Heilongjiang Province has been recovered. His father, General Zhang, was killed in a bombing at the Heilongjiang Railway Station.

Now, it's time for revenge.

"Anything else?"

"Also, Kyrgyzstan was bombed. Tonight, just like in Heilongjiang, those mysterious warplanes came again. The Japanese in Kyrgyzstan are finished too."

Xiao Zhang burst into laughter, "Great! That's wonderful!"

He turned to his adjutant. "Do you know who did it?"

"I don't know. Those fighter jets come and go without a trace, and nobody knows which unit they belong to, but..."

"But what?"

"Intelligence says that a unit called the Huaxia Independent Brigade recently arrived in Shanghai. They are equipped with very advanced equipment, and this fighter jet is very likely their doing."

"What?"

Zhang Xueliang frowned. "That can't be, can it?"

"I also think it's impossible, but the latest intelligence is that the Chinese Independent Brigade has already recruited soldiers and is preparing to go north."

This army occupied Shanghai, slaughtered all the Japanese soldiers, banned opium, and the foreigners in the British concession were powerless against them.

"They've always been targeting ordinary people."

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