On the ocean far away from Shangjiang City, a fleet of more than 20 ships was breaking through the wind and waves and moving forward quickly.

Yamamoto Ichimoku was a short but sturdy old man who looked very majestic. He stood on the tower of the battleship Shogun with a cane, and his eyes seemed to see the city of Kamie in front of him through a distance of hundreds of kilometers.

At this time, a one-eyed young man walked up to Yamamoto Ichime with a low voice, lowered his head and said: "Father, we will arrive in Shangjiang City tomorrow. Do you have any other instructions?"

Yamamoto Ichimashi held the crutch with both hands and said in a deep voice: "Yamamoto Wuwei, as a descendant of the Yamato nation, you must always remember that perseverance and courage are the spirit of our Yamato nation. You cannot be at a loss when encountering anything. Understand

?"

"Hi." Tian Wuwei quickly lowered his head and agreed: "The child must strictly demand himself according to the wishes of his father."

"Well," Yamamoto nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand and said, "You go down first, I will stay here alone for a while."

"Hi." Tian Wuwei bowed respectfully, then slowly withdrew.

Seeing Tian Wuwei walking away, the adjutant standing aside couldn't help but said: "General, why are you so nice to this Chinese man?"

Yamamoto, who had kept a straight face just now, suddenly grinned, facing the man next to him who had served as his adjutant in the civilized period. He was much more tolerant and kind than others: "Koizumi-kun, our goal is

Rule the whole of China, but the hatred of the Chinese people towards us will make this very difficult. Our precious lives of the Imperial Army of the Sun Empire cannot be wasted on this meaningless thing, we will still rule the world in the future. So, there is a Chinese

Wouldn't it be nice to manage that place for us? Yamamoto Wuwei is a bitch. If you give him a little favor, he will be your dog. As long as the dog can manage the sheep well, I don't mind giving the dog a little more kindness."

Adjutant Koizumi gave Yamamoto a thumbs up and said with a sly smile: "Sure, the general's wisdom is really not something I can just guess. I admire you."

"Haha." As they spoke, the two looked at each other and smiled, and began to discuss how to better distribute and manage matters after taking over China.

Yamamoto Ichimaki is full of confidence and believes that his invincible fleet will be able to take down the upper river in one fell swoop. However, people on Vincent's side also believe that their defenses are watertight and that anyone who comes will just die. Who is really capable and who is a braggart?

In war there is a way of knowing.

Late at night, Vincent slowly climbed out of bed, and the silky thin quilt suddenly slipped to the ground, revealing Ai Mengmeng's pink and white skin on the bed. It seemed that something had happened just now on this bed.

During the battle, Ai Mengmeng was seen sleeping deeply, with a faint pink color on her face, which added to her beauty.

Vincent simply put on a coat, stood up, walked to the balcony, and lit a cigarette. In the dark night, only the sparks on the cigarette tip flickered in the dark room as Vincent inhaled.

Ai Mengmeng brought a piece of information when she came over just now. The drone found traces of the Japanese fleet 220 nautical miles away from Shangjiang in the east. According to their sailing speed, they can arrive as soon as tomorrow morning. The decisive battle is finally over

It was about to begin, and Vincent couldn't sleep at all. The intense preparations for so many months would come to an end tomorrow. His nervous mood at this time could not be relieved at all even after his indulgence with Ai Mengmeng.

Finally, he picked up the phone on the coffee table and dialed the Air Force headquarters. After the phone rang twice, Scorpion's voice came from inside: "Hey, boss, why aren't you sleeping so late? Ai Mengmeng

It’s not at your place, hehe.”

Vincent ignored Scorpion's teasing and said in a deep voice: "I can't sleep. You're not asleep either. There's a decisive battle tomorrow."

Scorpion's voice also became rare and serious: "Yeah, from now on, whether I will continue to enjoy the glory and wealth I have now, or continue wandering with you, it all depends on tomorrow's battle. To be honest, I'm really a little nervous."

Vincent chuckled, changed to a comfortable position, and asked softly: "When does your air force plan to block it?"

Scorpion did not hesitate and immediately answered: "The scheduled time is in the early morning. At that time, the opponent is the most tired and the most suitable for sneak attacks. Moreover, during the day, it is easier for us to find their landing ships, supply ships, flagships and other targets."

Vincent nodded and breathed a sigh of relief: "Well, I just want to confirm it again. I feel uneasy at all."

Scorpion on the phone laughed: "Boss, just go to sleep peacefully. Don't worry. We have everything under our control. If you have to worry about everything, then why do you need us?"

"Haha, okay, then I'll hang up and you can go to bed early." Vincent chuckled and then hung up the phone.

"Are you nervous?" At this time, two delicate and thin arms wrapped around Vincent's neck from behind like an octopus. Vincent leaned his head back slightly, and it was Ai Mengmeng's chest.

They were so soft. He turned around and rubbed his face gently on the two soft breasts, then hugged Ai Mengmeng with his backhand and pressed her directly onto the coffee table in front of her.

Both of them were not wearing any clothes at this time. Looking at Ai Mengmeng's perky buttocks and the water-stained canyon in the middle, which was lying on the coffee table, Vincent held her waist and pushed it forward.

Filled the whole room again.

While Vincenzo was fighting a rather unusual battle with Ai Mengmeng, Shangjiang Air Force Base was also preparing intensely for the battle. Fighter after fighter jet drove out of the hangar in the night, on the long runway.

There were 4 long lines at the top.

The ground crews are busy loading all the fighter planes with various missiles, torpedoes and other weapons for attacking ships. The pilots have already sat in the cockpits and are on standby. It will be dawn in two hours.

Time passed minute by second, and suddenly, all the guidance lights on the runway were turned on, clearly outlining the location of the runway. Scorpion's voice could be heard clearly on all the pilots' headsets: "It is 4.40 now, and

It will be dawn in 10 minutes. Now you are going to carry out a glorious and arduous task. Whether our country of China can rise in this world depends on your battle today. Brothers, spread your wings and fly. Use your

Our actions will tell the world that we Chinese people are invincible."

One after another, the fighter planes began to ignite. Under the command of the signalman, all the fighter planes slowly began to slide forward and stopped after reaching the take-off position. I saw a young signalman trotting to the middle of the runway.

, facing the fleet, there were two J-11B heavy fighter jets on each side of him, and further ahead was a dense group of fighter jets. He took a deep breath, and opened the green signal baton in his hand slightly nervously.

, the two signal rods emitted a green light, which looked deep and beautiful in the dark night.

He excitedly looked at the fleet of aircraft in front of him, raised the signal baton high with both hands, exhaled heavily, and pressed down with both hands at the same time. A loud "buzz" sound seemed to pierce his eardrums, one after another.
Chapter completed!