Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

As the saying goes, a little breakthrough leads to full blossoming.

Since Huanghe delivered the new fire control radar technology and the technical achievements of the VT proximity fuse to the navy, the air defense firepower of the entire Liugong Island and the North Sea Fleet has ushered in an epic enhancement update.

At this point in September 1942, comrades are fully qualified to pat their chests and loudly announce that Mle1933/42 is the strongest medium-caliber anti-aircraft gun in the world.

"Anti-aircraft gun group! Full alert!"

"This is our first battle. Everyone must make a good start and not let any enemy go!"

"Yes!"

Unlike the Eighth Route Army Navy, which was ready for battle, the state of the Japanese Army Aviation at this time can definitely be described as confused.

In their eyes, the current TG is no different from the green skin in Warhammer.

It's really a matter of clapping your hands and getting whatever you want. I think there should be a navy, and then I quietly make a small fleet.

Just as the Japanese looked around, trying to see the specific model of the warship below. Their fighters and bombers had already inadvertently entered the best attack range of the anti-aircraft artillery troops stationed on the island.

"Open fire!"

"Hit them all hard!"

With the order from the air defense command, 25 of the 27 air defense firepower points on the island opened fire at the same time. Tongues of fire shot straight into the sky, and in an instant, a black iron curtain was formed in the blue sky.

The medium and small caliber shells, which were like meteors and volcanoes, achieved considerable results in just the first wave.

The Japanese who survived by chance were not feeling well either. They could not stop shaking and twitching in the dark clouds. These Japanese fighter planes were like a small boat in the raging sea, facing the crisis of capsizing at any time.

But even under such disadvantageous conditions, the first reaction of some elite army aviation was not to temporarily avoid the edge.

The red-eyed devils showed fierceness on their faces, and they were ready to attack at the slightest disagreement.

"Baga, are you crazy? Now is not a good time to attack! Speed ​​up and leave this airspace!"

"The enemy on the island is obviously well prepared. We have fallen into the trap of the Eighth Route Army."

Funaki Akihisa did not mourn the death of his wingman for a moment, because the small fleet below them also entered the battle. If they did not break through, they would die without a complete body.

During the turn, he drove the Fighting Falcon to maneuver and avoid the shells, while his brain was working rapidly, trying to re-plan an attack plan.

Looking at the barrage that was almost dyeing the sky black, the old devil had an idea.

"Gentlemen, the enemy's firepower is extremely fierce. If we forcefully attack that fleet, we may risk collective destruction."

"In order to repay His Majesty Tianhuang's kindness, it is not a pity for everyone to die. But if we fail to bring the latest intelligence of the Eighth Route Army back to Chuncheng, perhaps you and I will become sinners of our brother country."

"What's more, the bombs you carry on this trip are not powerful enough. A mere 250 kilograms of high-explosive bombs cannot cause fatal damage even if they directly hit the deck of the cruiser."

Hearing this, the Army Air Force pilots who had just clamored to die with the enemy ships were suddenly muted.

In 1942, it was still the Kwantung Army, and these devils were really not afraid of death. They only worried about one thing, that is, their death was completely meaningless and would even destroy the layout of their superiors.

Seeing that the situation was under control, Funaki Akihisa quickly struck while the iron was hot and revealed the new plan he had just formulated.

"After careful observation just now, I found a relatively low-risk attack path. Just follow me and you can reach the enemy's oil depot with minimal casualties."

"As far as I know, the Republic of China is an oil-poor country, and the four provinces of Shanxi, Shandong, Henan and Sui do not produce oil."

"As long as we blow up the oil storage area on the opposite side, the Eighth Route Army Navy will have to stay in the port honestly in the coming days. Those five ships may even become the spoils of our Kwantung Army."

In order not to be dragged down by its own navy, the Japanese Army has already had its own shipbuilding plan, and the Shenzhou Maru and Akitsu Maru are the final products of this plan.

Of course, no one would complain that there are too many warships in their own camp. Even if there is not enough fuel to go out to sea normally, it can be used as a bargaining chip at a critical moment.

Sure enough, when Funaki Akihisa told his plan, all the pilots' faces became abnormally flushed.

That excited look seemed to foresee the scene of the navy's idiot beating his chest and stamping his feet.

"Hi!"

"Lieutenant, you are very shrewd and your strategic vision is beyond our reach. Please continue to lead the overall situation for the next action!"

After eliminating the risk of going it alone, all the Japanese soldiers began to lower their altitude in their fighter planes. These moths flying into the fire were adjusting the angle of dive throughout the whole process.

In theory, low-altitude penetration is the most dangerous, and there will be more interception fire.

Once hit by a large-caliber anti-aircraft gun, even a double-shot Type 97 heavy explosion will kill on the spot.

But high risk means high return.

After paying nearly 60% of casualties, the Japanese soldiers relied on the terrain of Liugong Island, which is high in the north and low in the south, and really avoided some anti-aircraft fire.

Seeing that his formation was getting closer and closer to the oil storage area, Akihisa Funaki could no longer suppress the joy in his heart. He shouted directly in the communication channel:

"Victory and merit are waving to us, freely choose the target to attack! Free attack!"

"After the bombing operation, we will return the same way!"

"Good luck to you all!"

After saying that, the old Japanese drove his Type 1 Fighting Falcon straight to the nearest oil tank. Facing a stationary target, a 32m x 9m behemoth, he would certainly not miss.

"Boom! Boom!"

Accompanied by two explosions, bursts of black smoke rose from the oil storage area. The subsequent Type 1 Fighting Falcon and Type 97 Lightweight Falcon followed suit and threw bombs at their selected oil tanks.

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As for the original Type 97 Heavy Explosion in the attacking formation?

Sorry, that thing is too slow and can't successfully complete the breakthrough.

Excited heart, trembling hands.

After completing a tense and exciting bombing, Akihisa Funaki directly pulled up the joystick and made a bounce pull, changing his fighter from diving to climbing upwards.

Through the layers of black clouds, the old Japanese gradually moved away from the battlefield, and there were only 4 teammates left around him.

The excitement faded, and a feeling of grief for the dead was born. Fortunately, they paralyzed a fleet in disguise, and they could also send the latest intelligence back to Chuncheng.

"Alas, this is a necessary price."

"Hurry up and retreat. We are now suffering heavy casualties, and our combat effectiveness is only one tenth of what it was. We cannot be bitten by the support forces of the Eighth Route Army Air Force."

At this moment, a trembling voice suddenly sounded in the communication channel. This voice was full of reluctance and regret, and anyone could hear the despair of this person.

"Lieutenant. Lieutenant."

"My attack is completely useless!"

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At the same time, in the sky above Weihai.

At the critical moment when the Japanese Army Air Force completed the bombing and was about to leave the battlefield, ten low-wing fighters that looked like the last Spitfire were rushing to the battlefield at full speed.

Looking at the billowing black smoke rushing into the sky from the direction of Liugong Island, Captain Wang Hai's wingman pilot could no longer remain calm.

He pushed the throttle valve hard and pushed the accelerator to the bottom, making his Resentment fighter burst out at a speed infinitely close to the limit of 800 kilometers per hour.

"Calm down, do you want to fight the enemy in an air battle at the current speed?"

"Resentment is indeed a piston fighter that pursues extreme speed, but its performance beyond the times also means that it is more difficult to use. I don't want to see you die due to your own mistakes."

"Besides, there shouldn't be any big things on Liugong Island. I don't think the bombs carried by the devils have the power to sink warships or destroy oil storage areas."

As a military facility that integrates the strengths of hundreds of schools, the protection measures of the Liugong Island Navy Oil Depot can be described as crazy.

In order to prevent possible bombings in the future, Director Xiao poured an astonishingly thick concrete on top of each oil tank. During the test phase, ordinary 250-kilogram bombs could only scratch it.

In addition, independent fireproof rafts are built between oil tanks. Even if heavy oil leaks, they can also play a good isolation role.

Considering that the Japanese might be desperate, Director Xiao also preset pipeline equipment under each oil tank, so that all the oil stored in the threatened oil tank can be pumped out in an emergency.

It is precisely because of the above series of protective measures that Captain Wang Hai has the confidence to enlighten his comrades.

"Don't worry, I won't attack without a purpose. According to the report from Liugong Island, the Japanese Army Aviation that attacked them was mainly Type 1 Fighting Falcon, supplemented by a small number of light and heavy bombers."

"With the air defense force on the island, it is difficult for bombers to get close to the core area even if they launch a suicide attack."

"The Type 1 Fighting Falcon needs escort, at best it can only carry a few small sweet potatoes. The thick smoke you just saw should be caused by the explosion of ordinary high-explosive bombs." (End of this chapter)