vstars Chapter 495: Kamikaze Air Force officially launches air strike
Chapter 495: Kamikaze Air Force officially launches air strike
Mitsubishi Corporation is a long-established heavy machinery manufacturing group in Japan. Three years ago, it began to design and manufacture aircraft engines and aircraft under the guidance of British experts. Since then, it has gradually formed independent design and manufacturing capabilities and developed into a major supplier of Japanese naval combat aircraft and air force aircraft.
Night has quietly fallen on the wide runway of the Fuso Military Airport in the south of the bay. The sky is glittering with sparse stars, and the ground is filled with a solemn atmosphere. Wearing a dark green air force uniform, Fujiwara Mitsuyama stands in front of a row of neatly arranged fighter planes, his figure standing tall under the lights of the airport.
Fujiwara Mitsuyama's eyes swept across the faces of each soldier, as if he was using his eyes to infuse them with courage and strength. He took a deep breath and then began his final pre-war speech.
"This air raid will affect the war situation of the entire Liuwan Island!" His voice was sonorous and powerful, echoing above the airport. "As long as we can successfully bomb China's logistics base, we can turn the tide of the war and create an opportunity for the army to counterattack. This is an air raid that can only win, not fail!"
As he finished speaking, the air was filled with the iron-blooded aura that belonged only to soldiers.
The soldiers straightened their chests, their eyes flashing with a burning light.
They knew that this was a battle concerning the honor and destiny of the country, and they had to go all out and not retreat in the slightest.
"For the glory of the empire!" Fujiwara Mitsuyama raised his right hand and shouted loudly.
"For Fuso militarism!" The soldiers responded in unison, their voices deafening and full of passion.
"Fight for the emperor we revere!" Fujiwara Mitsuyama's voice became even louder, and his eyes flashed with fanaticism.
The Fuso soldiers of the air force shouted in unison, the sound was like thunder.
The cheers echoed over the airport. They seemed to be infected by Fujiwara Mitsuyama's emotions, and everyone's heart was filled with the desire for victory and loyalty to the country.
Fujiwara Mitsuyama nodded, a satisfied smile on his face.
As a top graduate of the Fuso Imperial Air Force Academy, he knew the importance of this air raid. Since the day he entered the Air Force, he had been given high hopes, and he had been using his actions to prove his worth.
He looked at the enthusiastic soldiers in front of him and was full of confidence in this air raid.
In the middle of the night at the Fuso Military Airport in southern Taiwan, the fighter planes of the Kamikaze Air Wing were like fierce steel eagles, ready to take off. The moonlight shone on the fuselage, reflecting a cold and hard luster, as if it was armor bestowed by the god of war.
Following Fujiwara Mitsuyama's order, the entire airport instantly became lively.
The roar of the bombers and fighter planes' engines was deafening, breaking the tranquility of the night. Eighty bombers rose into the sky like a giant dragon, carrying the power of destruction, and soared into the sky. Each bomber was carrying a heavy bomb on its belly, and they drew silver tracks in the air, like shooting stars across the night sky.
Thirty fighter planes followed closely behind, and like a group of nimble falcons, they quickly took off in formation. The wings of the fighter planes flashed with cold light, and they shuttled at high speed in the night sky, providing escort and cover for the bomber group.
The entire sky above the airport was filled with war spirits. They formed a huge formation in the air and flew towards the target. The roar and the sound of air currents intertwined to form an exciting battle symphony.
The lights of the airport gradually faded away, and the fighter planes of the Kamikaze Air Wing disappeared into the dark night sky. They were like sharp arrows, piercing through the silent night and pointing directly at the enemy in the distance.
The night was as dark as ink, and the lights of the Fuso military airport in the south of the bay cast mottled shadows on Fujiwara Mitsuyama's face. He sat in the aviation command post himself, staring at the huge tactical board in front of him with a sharp gaze.
As an experienced air force commander, he was fully aware of the importance of this air raid and that no detail could be neglected.
As the last fighter plane took off, Fujiwara Mitsuyama took a deep breath, picked up the microphone, and gave an order in a firm voice: "Everyone pay attention, fly in formation, keep the formation stable, and head towards the target area!" His words revealed unquestionable majesty, which was the temperament given to him by long-term military training and actual combat experience.
In the sky, the planes of the Fuso Kamikaze Air Wing were like twinkling stars in the night sky, forming a magnificent picture. Fujiwara Mitsuyama's fingers slid gently on the tactical board, analyzing various tactical parameters and intelligence information.
He knew very well that only by fully understanding the enemy situation could he formulate the most effective tactical plan.
"Signalman, keep in touch with the ground command center and report the battlefield situation at any time." Fujiwara Mitsuyama issued another order. In war, the timely transmission and accurate analysis of information often determine the outcome of victory or defeat.
As the fighter formation moved deeper, the air currents in the night began to become more complicated. Fujiwara Mitsuyama kept a close eye on the data changes provided by the ground crew, and constantly directed the formation to adjust its flight altitude and speed to avoid possible enemy anti-aircraft fire.
"Pay attention to the enemy's anti-aircraft firepower and be prepared to take evasive action!" There was a hint of nervousness in Fujiwara Mitsuyama's tone, but he knew that at this moment, he had to remain calm and decisive.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the fighter formation finally approached the enemy's logistics base. Fujiwara Mitsuyama took a deep breath and issued the final attack order: "Bomber group, prepare to drop bombs! Fighter group, provide fire support!"
At the Chinese logistics supply base in Jiuhua Town, the tranquility was suddenly broken. The sharp sound of the air defense alarm pierced the night sky, like a sharp sword piercing a deep sleep.
The soldiers were awakened from their sleep, quickly put on their uniforms, picked up their weapons, and evacuated in an orderly manner into the pre-prepared air defense fortifications.
The head of the base, General Yang Yi of the General Staff of the Southern Military Region of China, was standing in the command post at this moment, his eyes fixed on the large screen on the wall, which displayed the position and trajectory of the enemy fighter group monitored in real time by the Beidouxing radar system. There was no panic on his face, but instead he showed an unusual calmness.
"Attention all units, the enemy fighter jets are approaching within 120 kilometers of our base. Everyone must immediately enter combat readiness. Air defense forces must enter the air defense tower and prepare to meet the enemy!" General Yang Yi's voice spread throughout the base through the communication system. His orders were like a magic needle that stabilized the emotions of the soldiers.
Inside the air defense tower, the soldiers quickly took their respective combat positions. They skillfully operated the anti-aircraft artillery system and prepared to fight the upcoming air raid in a tense and orderly manner. Everyone's face was full of perseverance and determination. They knew that this was an important moment to defend the motherland and the people.
"Radar soldiers, continue to track the movements of the enemy fighter aircraft and report in time!" General Yang Yi gave the order again.
"Yes, General! The enemy aircraft group is approaching our base at a speed of 300 kilometers per hour and is expected to enter the coverage of our air defense firepower in fifteen minutes." The radar soldier responded quickly.
General Yang Yi nodded. He knew that time was running out and he had to be fully prepared. He picked up the microphone and issued another order to the entire base: "All air defense forces should be ready for battle. Once the enemy aircraft enters the range, open fire immediately! At the same time, the logistics support department must ensure sufficient supply of ammunition and fuel to prepare for a protracted battle!"
As General Yang Yi's order was issued, the entire base seemed to have turned into a sophisticated war machine, with every component operating in a tense and orderly manner. The anti-aircraft artillery system began to warm up, ammunition was quickly loaded into the gun barrel, and the soldiers stared closely at the target on the radar screen, waiting for the order to fire.
Outside the base, the stars in the night sky were drowned out by the roar of fighter planes, and a solemn atmosphere enveloped the sky over Jiuhua Town.
However, with the careful preparation of General Yang Yi and all the soldiers, the Chinese logistics supply base was like a solid fortress, ready for the upcoming air raid.