"Resolutely knock it out?!"

Although Jiang Baili asked his subordinates to issue orders, his heart couldn't help but tremble because of Tang Yunyang's ruthlessness. Now there are two Japanese army divisions floating on the sea. If the crew on the Shanghai Army ships are added, the number of people is at least 60,000 to 70,000. If all the troops transport ships are sunk...

Jiang Baili didn't dare to think further. It was obvious that he wanted these 60,000 to 70,000 people to die. As for letting them back to Japan, with Tang Yunyang's cruelty, there was absolutely no possibility.

So, the only doubtful thing now is, will the Japanese surrender?

Yamamoto Iroku sat in his cabin, drinking sake one cup after another. However, no matter how much wine he drank, it could not relieve the sourness in his heart.

"... More than 400 pilots, more than 400 aircraft are gone? These Chinese people... all of these planes have been tested by me. How do I treat the imperial values ​​of me!"

When I thought of the hateful Chinese man, I was slanderingly tampering with the plane sold to the Japanese Navy. What's hateful is that after multiple people's inspections, I didn't expect that there were such vicious facilities in the pilot's seat.

Looking back now, the figures of the pilots who were thrown into fireworks in his telescope made Yamamoto Iroku couldn't help it, and he felt like he wanted to shout loudly. Even if he could face the culprit, the Chinese man named Tang, he would definitely chop him with a knife.

While there was a sense of sinister resentment, his heart was also full of self-blame. If at that time, the order that Navy General Tosaburo Kato ordered the naval aviation troops to be dispatched in full force, he could at least leave some pilots on the ship, but now...

Thinking of this, he subconsciously raised his head and looked at the samurai sword he was holding on the knife holder on the wall. He felt like he wanted to die. At least he didn't know how to face the families of 400 pilots. He didn't know how to face the general who placed great hopes on their Navy Aviation Forces.

He stood up, shaking his body slightly due to drinking too much, and grabbed his sword from the knife holder. He pointed to his handguard, and after a "click" sound, a sharp blade like Qiuhong was displayed in his hand.

Then, with his arms spread out, the slender and sharp blade of the samurai sword appeared in front of him. He threw it casually, and the scabbard fell on the deck of his footsteps, making a slight sound. Then he picked up a piece of silk and began to wipe the knife's body carefully.

His fingers stroked the cold and smooth spine of the knife, as gentle as when he was touching his wife's body, and he felt as cold as spiritually. Then he put down the silk, freed up one hand to start unbuttoning his military uniform.

But at this moment, the roar of the plane engine was faintly heard, and then there was a nervous shout.

"Air raid...Enemy air raid..."

Yamamoto Iroku sighed, stopped his movements, and then used the scabbard to re-use the knife. Although serving the Imperial Kingdom was a very sacred and important thing, the naval officers and soldiers under him were even more of a matter that he could not help but worry about.

The sword lies on the knife holder again, then straightened his military cap, stepped out of his cabin and rushed to the bridge.

When he saw the other party's group of aircraft, he couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

In the sky, there were groups of aircraft moving towards the landing fleet like dark clouds with a buzzing sound. They lined up in formations like geese, and were arranged in attack waves at different heights and distances.

"Order the fleet to arrange its air defense formations and prepare for air weapons to shoot!"

Of course, Yamamoto Izuru spoke indifferently when he issued the order, but in fact, in his heart, how could he not worry about the attacks of hundreds of planes!

He knew very well that with the strength of the landing fleet, he could not resist this saturated attack at all. He might be able to resist the greatest possible time, but it would last for two hours, and the entire fleet would sink into the sea together.

"Yuzai is finally a glorious way to die!"

"Order, send a broken telegram to the headquarters!"

Yamamoto Iroku gave an order to his adjutant, and he knew that he and the soldiers in the fleet were completely inseparable. Just as he issued a decisive tone to give all the orders to his subordinates, a staff officer hurriedly sent him the telegram he had just received.

"Sir, we just received a telegram from each other, and they asked us to surrender unconditionally, otherwise we would sink all of us!"

Yamamoto Iroku glanced at the young officers arranged on the "simple aircraft carrier" and thought he saw a soldier's choice in their eyes. He nodded slightly and gritted his teeth, then said in a deep voice.

"Ignore it!"

With the order of Yamamoto Isori, the hearts of the officers and soldiers who had just raised a glimmer of hope kept falling down when facing fear again.

Surrender is certainly a shameful choice for soldiers, especially the Japanese who are full of Bushido spirit and have always looked down on the Chinese.

But here we have to say that the Japanese soldiers at this time were no longer the same soldiers as they had just been dispatched. They floated on the stormy sea for two days and three nights, and finally survived the war, but their planes were like magic, and in an instant they all turned into fireworks in the air.

This series of blows was self-evident to their mental strikes. At present, facing the fleet of aircraft that was pressing against Mount Tai, the navy and army soldiers who had never been attacked in the air felt extremely stressed, let alone the crew on the merchant ship carrying infantry.

I originally thought that after arriving in Shandong, they would get into the city and make a small fortune during the military attack. But now, not only does not have any money, but they can lose their lives at any time, so how can they not be afraid?

At this time, what came from the sky was the first wave of attack aircraft groups of the 1st and 2nd Air Forces stationed in Qingdao and Yantai. The total number was about 300, and to the pilots' dissatisfaction, their mission was not to sink dozens of Japanese warships below in one fell swoop.

The main thing is to conduct force deterrence. Unless the orders of the "Hawkeye" air guide who arrived with them, the attack cannot be easily launched. Among the entire fleet, the only one who is more satisfied is the squadron leader of the former Lafitte Squadron - Ruiwu Lubery.

Because the Red Baron Richthofen was injured, he was able to lead the hunting team led by the Red Baron, composed of outstanding pilots, to provide escort for attack aircraft and to clean air defense forces on warships for attack aircraft.

Since he was tricked into taking the airship by Tang Yunyang in Nancy, France, he has been unable to fly the plane to participate in battle for a long time. He either acts as a flight instructor or a commander of "Hawkeye". Therefore, the injury of the Red Baron Richterhoven is a pretty good thing for him.

When the aircraft group approaches the attack position, the large-caliber anti-aircraft guns on the Japanese warships have already opened fire. However, in this era when there is no radio near-explosion fuze, the observer's judgment must still be made. If the observer's judgment of the altitude and speed of the opponent's aircraft is not very accurate, the large-caliber shells are like anti-aircraft guns to hit mosquitoes, which are basically useless.

Especially on the warships that are gently swaying in Hailang, similar aiming equipment on the ten "simple aircraft carriers" are more or less likely to be noticed and accurate. The strength of air defense firepower is reduced one step closer.

Therefore, in the late World War II, the naval warships of various countries were generally equipped with more large-caliber machine guns or small-caliber rapid-fire guns. Although the range would have a considerable impact, the accuracy was better than the large-caliber anti-aircraft guns that were first equipped on warships. Moreover, for the attack of the aircraft group, the shooting seemed to be scattered, but the density was extremely high, and it could be used with radio near-explosive fuses.

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With the fire of Japanese ships, balls of black smoke appeared around the fleet, and shrapnel flying everywhere in the sky. The fierce airflow made the "saber-a" on the head shaking. Some small shrapnel hit the fuselage, making sounds and tremors that worried the pilots.

"The first joint attack team attacks the Izumo Maru troop ship...position... air defense weapons..."

The air guide on "Hawkeye" told the pilots to know the situation of the target via radio. Andrew Lubery led the first joint attack team.

A joint attack team, including a team of six fighter jets that perform suppression missions, and 12 "Penleii" attack aircraft.

"Follow me, follow me...the first team attacks..."

Ruiwu Lubery shook the wings of his "Saber-A" fighter plane, notified the crew members through the radio on his plane, and acted together.

The 18 aircraft, except for a three-plane formation diving down from high altitude, the remaining aircraft were divided into two groups and entered the torpedo launching channel from low altitude.

On the way, there were the cold light on the troop transport ship. Ruiwu Lubery tried his best to eliminate the storm-like threats formed by those light weapons. Holding the joystick, he pressed the button to fire machine guns and shells. The 12.7mm machine gun bullets and 25mm machine gun shells shot towards the dense infantry on the transport ship.

The dense rain of bullets from the six fighter jets only suppressed the transport ship for a short moment. Especially those anti-aircraft gunners, who were already weak in protection, suffered heavy casualties and suffered heavy casualties under the killing of armor-piercing bombs.

At this time, 12 torpedoes dragged up the terrifying white trails on the sea and rushed straight towards the transport ship Izumimaru.

Faced with this imminent catastrophe, whether it is the air defense weapons on the warships or infantry weapons, some officers even grabbed pistols and shot at the rushing torpedoes.
Chapter completed!