I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

Luo Fei withdrew his hand.

The metal debris falling from the clouds was nothing more than fleeting shooting stars to him, not even stirring a ripple of emotion within him.

He turned and passed through the thick clouds, finally stopping at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

With a thought, he took out the Eternal Falcon from the ring.

The spaceship hovered silently above the clouds.

He teleported into the spaceship's cockpit, took a deep breath, and issued the command in a deep voice: "Xiao Wan, put the spaceship into stealth mode and simultaneously scan the coordinates of all Japanese warships and airports."

"Roger that, Captain."

Xiao Wan's voice rang in Luo Fei's ear, his tone steady: "The Eternal Falcon has activated its stealth capabilities, completely shielding both optical and radar signals. It is currently conducting a three-dimensional scan of Shanghai and the surrounding area, focusing on searching for Japanese military targets. Multiple signal sources have been detected, and coordinates are being marked."

As soon as Xiao Wan finished speaking, a semi-transparent holographic map appeared in the air in front of Luo Fei, with light weaving into a fine grid in the air.

Dense red dots quickly lit up on the map, distributed in a chain-like pattern along the coastline, and also scattered along the inland riverbanks.

Next to each dot of light was a miniature label: cruiser, carrier battle group, transport ship, military airfield, underground oil depot, ammunition storage center, mechanized barracks... Some of them were anchored on the turbid river, their cannons pointing towards the city.

Some of them have plowed white wakes in the East China Sea and are speeding towards us.

Others are arranged in neat square formations on land.

Luo Fei looked at the points of light and counted them silently in his mind.

There are a total of 38 warships and aircraft carriers, including three heavy aircraft carriers. Twelve military airfields are distributed around Shanghai and on nearby islands. Even several hidden temporary runways have been accurately captured.

Xiao Wan's voice came through the earpiece again: "Captain, some warships and aircraft carriers are moving towards Shanghai and are expected to arrive at Jiangkou within a few hours to reinforce ground troops."

"Aircraft at some airports have already begun loading weapons, ground crew are conducting final takeoff checks, and some fighter jets have already taxied onto the runway and could take off at any time."

Luo Fei shifted his gaze from the holographic map and looked down at the city through the spaceship's porthole.

Flames soared into the sky, and the streets were ablaze with the light of intense gunfire, with charging figures appearing and disappearing amidst the ruins.

His eyes were as cold as ice, but his voice was unusually calm: "Xiao Wan, charge the laser cannon array and lock onto all warships, aircraft carriers, and airfields. Execute a saturation attack, sink all ships, and destroy all airfield facilities. Leave no one alive, not a single aircraft."

Xiao Wan's voice came through the earpiece, concise and efficient: "Roger. Laser cannon locked onto all targets. Charging. Fire."

On the river, the main gun of a Japanese cruiser had just completed a 180-degree turn, and the gun barrel had not yet been raised to its full position. The observer on the bridge was looking out over the city through binoculars.

Suddenly, a blinding beam of light tore through the sky from the top of the clouds and struck the bridge command tower with pinpoint accuracy.

In the silent, blazing white light, dozens of layers of composite alloy deck melted instantly, like butter scalded by a hot iron. The entire bridge turned into plasma in a fraction of a second, leaving only a smooth, mirror-like circular hole on the hull.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled, thunderous explosion came from the middle of the ship. The orange-red pillar of fire from the ammunition magazine's secondary explosion shot into the sky, splitting the giant ship in two. The steel plates at the break point twisted into a pretzel shape in the thousands of degrees of heat, and sank into the turbid river water with the cries of thousands of crew members. The huge waves it stirred up crashed against the defensive fortifications on both banks.

On the sea, the aircraft carrier is sailing against the wind, and the fighter jets lined up neatly on the deck are about to take off by ski-jump.

The beam of light shot vertically down from an altitude of 10,000 meters, passing through the flight deck, hangar, ammunition compartment and all the way to the keel, leaving a fleeting bright line on the sea surface.

The aircraft carrier's massive body was as if it had been cleaved in two by an invisible giant axe. The hull flipped to the sides, seawater rushed into the compartments, and the carrier-based aircraft fell into the sea like kites with broken strings, stirring up a series of waves.

The airport on shore, including its runway, hangar, fuel depot, and ammunition depot, was hit: the runway was struck by three beams of light simultaneously, and the concrete pavement instantly melted into dark red magma, creating a chasm several meters deep in the middle.

The top of the hangar was ripped open by an energy beam, and the parked fighter jets twisted and deformed under the extreme heat. Fireballs from exploding fuel tanks rose one after another, engulfing half of the airport in flames.

The explosion at the oil depot was particularly devastating, with an orange-red mushroom cloud shooting straight into the sky. The scorching blast wave knocked down surrounding buildings, and thick smoke obscured half the sky.

A train on the edge of the airport was piled with bombs and oil drums. The shockwave from the explosion spread outwards, overturning everything within a few hundred meters.

The naval gun emplacements on the dock were hit by beams of light. The gun barrels bent and melted like noodles, and the ammunition piles were ignited. The flames from the explosions reflected on the river, turning the water a dark red.

Luo Fei stared at the sunken warships, the burning airport, and the billowing black smoke, his expression unchanged.

He spoke, his voice low but steady: "Xiao Wan, expand the scan area to see if there are any more ships and aircraft en route from the Japanese reinforcements. If so, deal with them as well."

Xiao Wan's voice came through: "Scanning. There are three reinforcement formations currently en route, approximately two hours, six hours, and twelve hours' flight away from Shanghai respectively. Should we intercept them in advance?"

Luo Fei said, "Intercept them. Deal with them all."

Xiao Wan replied, "Understood. Target locked, laser cannon charging."

Meanwhile, on the ground battlefield, the overwhelming artillery fire that had been suffocating suddenly disappeared.

The charging soldiers suddenly stopped in their tracks, the whistling of shells still ringing in their ears, but the deadly trajectories of the bullets vanished from their sight.

The deafening roar of naval gunfire on the river fell silent. After a brief burst of explosions from the direction of the airport, only sporadic aftershocks and the rumble of collapsing buildings remained.

Private Wang Erzhu struggled to his feet, leaning against the blasted trench wall.

His rifle barrel was so hot from firing that he could barely hold it, and half a piece of the enemy's uniform was still hanging on his bayonet, stained with dark red blood.

He shook his head violently, his ears ringing, and shouted hoarsely to his squad leader beside him, "Squad...squad leader, their artillery seems to have stopped!"

Soldiers in the trenches peeked out from behind their bunkers. Some rubbed their eyes, which were stung by dust, while others brushed the mud off their bodies. All their eyes turned to the suddenly quiet position.

The position, which had just been covered by artillery shells, was now deathly silent, with only the smell of gunpowder lingering in the air.

No one spoke, and no one dared to let their guard down.

The sudden silence on the battlefield is often more unsettling than the intense barrage of artillery fire.

The soldiers' bodies reacted honestly: their hands gripping their guns tightened involuntarily, and their feet were firmly planted on the loose soil at the edge of the trench, ready to deal with any possible surprise attack.

Some even quietly pulled out the safety pins of their grenades, looped the pins around their fingers, and scanned the open ground ahead warily.