Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

In a series of violent explosions and flames, none of the thirty-seven Zero fighters that came to support the Qiongya Garrison were spared.

The flying mechanical parts and flaming shrapnel instantly created a dead no-man’s land around the apron.

In addition to the destructive power released by the high-explosive bombs themselves, the remaining aviation fuel in the fighter planes staged a wonderful drama of adding fuel to the fire and burning myself.

As for those Japanese pilots who rushed to their respective vehicles?

They naturally died under the full-fire frontal attack of the Mosquito tactical bomber.

Even if some lucky ones could escape by chance, the flying metal fragments would pierce them into anthropomorphic sieves, with the main feature of a rain and dew, but the output was explosive.

"Damn it! Why did it turn out like this! Where did the enemy come from?"

"If these bombers departed from the southern Henan region of the Republic of China, then they would have to cross at least three provinces to reach Qiongya. How could the army idiots not notice such a long distance? Are they all blind?"

"Damn trash, they didn't even have any warning effect. A bunch of parasites from the brother country who just want to eat and wait for death, no wonder they were defeated so badly in North China!"

Watching his flight team being destroyed, the naval aviation major Shinjo Daisuke's eyes were bloodshot.

If it weren't for his old classmates and personal adjutants trying their best to dissuade him, no one would know what stupid things these devils would do.

There was no way, who made the IJN take the elite route in the early and middle stages of World War II.

More than 30 pilots with rich combat experience were lost in one breath, and they died on the ground in humiliation. With this level of casualties, even if Yamamoto Shichiroba came in person, he would still feel distressed for a while.

Along with the wailing of his colleagues, Masaku Mikio also put on a mask of pain.

As the head of the aviation team of the Qiongya Garrison, now that Dayingshan Airport has been attacked by the enemy, he, as the main person in charge, will definitely be held accountable by his superiors.

When he thought of the sinister expression of his own general, he couldn't stop sweating.

"There is no need to think about where the enemy comes from now, it's too late."

"Alas, I originally thought that the enemy did not have enough firepower to cover the entire apron. Now it seems that we are still too naive. I never expected that the bomb load of this Mosquito would be so terrifying."

"I even have reason to suspect that De Havilland with Ying is a poor imitator."

Facts have proved that Masaku Mikio not only underestimated the single strike capability of the Mosquito tactical bomber, but also overestimated the protection of the Zero fighter.

Zero fighter, whether it is the early twelve tests or the mid-term 21, 32, and 22 types, is undoubtedly a fighter that pursues the ultimate combat performance.

In order to maximize the so-called circling dogfighting combat power, the military industry practitioners of this book basically did not consider the protection of the fighter during the design period.

This kind of cockpit fuselage has many hollows, bulletproof steel plates and closed fuel tanks, and it can't even withstand the aftermath of the bomb explosion, let alone survive the frontal bombardment.

In front of the full-fire Mosquito, even if it is replaced with flying concrete in a magic game, it will most likely die on the spot.

After a sigh, Masaku Mikio forcibly pulled his colleague who was blinded by anger, and then hurriedly took out his backup plan.

"Mr. Shinjo, calm down! Calm down! As long as there is life, there is hope. It is painful to lose dozens of Zero fighters, but at least we still have a chance for revenge."

"The enemy has not discovered the camouflaged spare hangar, where there are two Zeros and three Type 96 carrier-based fighters."

"We can take off when the Eighth Route Army Air Force relaxes its vigilance and catch them off guard. As long as we can shoot down a certain number of enemy planes and collect intelligence on the multi-purpose Mosquito fighter for our country, you and I will be able to make up for our shortcomings."

Masaku Mikio's barrage of advice gradually brought Shinjo Daisuke's IQ back to a high level.

The old devil first stared at the twin-engine fighter over the airport with a vicious look, and then ran towards the spare hangar without looking back, obviously ready for a desperate battle.

"Just follow your plan! Hurry up, I can't wait to fight!"

"Okay! I'll help you!"

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Just as the surviving Japanese pilots were running wildly, ready to fight to the death, eight Mosquito tactical bombers launched an attack on the oil storage area of ​​Dayingshan Airport.

The chilling scream of the Merlin engine made the leader, Masakado, slow down his pace involuntarily.

The rest of the team members also subconsciously looked back, they also wanted to know where the Eighth Route Army's next attack target would be.

Just a glance, the old Japanese showed a mysterious smile, and then continued on his way without looking back.

As if he had noticed his old classmates' confusion, he explained to everyone while running:

"The oil depot at Dayingshan Airport was upgraded as early as March this year. In order to prevent sudden attacks by the ugly people, sufficient concrete is now poured on top of each oil tank."

"With such protection, even if conventional weapons hit directly, they can only scratch the oil tank."

"The Eighth Route Army's bombers attacking the oil storage area is actually a good thing for us. If we stick to concrete, we will inevitably waste a lot of high-explosive bombs, and the airport will suffer less losses."

During World War II, the Japanese fought with tactics but no strategy. Compared with other major belligerents, they neither cared about their own logistics nor specifically targeted the enemy's supply lines.

However, the above concept has changed in this timeline.

Ever since Nanyun led the team to successfully attack Pearl Harbor and destroyed the docks and oil depots on the island in one fell swoop, the writers have deeply realized the importance of logistics.

Take the Qiongya Guard House as an example.

As soon as Kanetsu Sunagawa received instructions from his superiors, he asked Dayingshan Airport to strengthen the existing oil storage system and even ordered the construction of an underground oil depot.

However, the underground oil depot is too large, so as of today, the engineering team has not reached the target progress.

Such good news made Shinjo Daisuke very happy. After all, no one would not want to see a strong enemy suffer.

"Yoshi!"

"Zhenjiaojun, lead the way quickly. I will launch an attack when the Eighth Route Army Air Force doubts itself! Since they dare to attack over a long distance, they must pay a corresponding price!"

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On the other hand, at the same time when the Japanese rushed to the spare hangar, the bomber formation led by the combat hero Wang Tianbao had already arrived at the combat entry point.

Looking at the six 11m x 9m aviation fuel tanks below, he decisively ordered:

"Comrades! Attack!"

"As long as we blow up those oil tanks, we can completely paralyze the endurance of the Japanese aviation forces. Without fuel, it will be useless even if the enemy transfers troops from Guangdong Province."

"After the bombing, if you encounter the enemy's surviving Zero fighters, don't fight with them! Action begins!"

As soon as these words came out, the eight Mosquitoes changed their flight posture almost at the same time.

Everyone controlled their own fighters and dived towards the oil storage area of ​​Dayingshan Airport at a small angle of about 30 degrees.

The reason why the comrades launched the attack at the same time was that aviation fuel was highly volatile and would produce black smoke once hit by a high-explosive bomb.

Under the influence of wind direction and wind speed, the black smoke produced by the combustion would inevitably interfere with the hit rate of the subsequent attack, especially when facing smaller oil tanks.

When the fighter planes arrived at the best bombing point, eight Mosquito tactical bombers with slightly different appearances opened the bomb bay doors one after another and threw their special bombs at the Japanese oil storage area at an altitude of 1,800 meters.

Real men still don't look back at the explosion.

Without waiting to observe the results of the battle, the comrades directly drove the fighter planes to climb and formed a formation in the air to fly to the predetermined assembly point.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

After eight thunderous noises, a miniature mushroom cloud appeared in the southwest corner of Haikou Dayingshan Airport.

At this moment, this smoke cloud was undoubtedly the protagonist of the entire operation. Whether it was the dying Japanese soldiers or the Marine Brigade waiting several kilometers away, they were all attracted by it.

Seeing their own oil storage area being "hit with one shot", Masakado Kan'o and Shinjo Daisuke, who were about to attack, were both shocked.

The mushroom cloud in front of them even reminded them of the battleship Nagato that was sunk a few months ago.

"What happened?"

"Masakado, didn't you say that the concrete above the oil tanks was enough to withstand the frontal attack of conventional bombs? Why did the enemy only attack once and completely detonate six oil tanks?"

Each of the oil tanks at Dayingshan Airport has an independent embankment, which can play a good isolation role.

Coupled with the protection of concrete, theoretically, 250 kg bombs cannot threaten the safety of oil.

Under normal circumstances, if you want to completely destroy the oil storage area, the best solution is to use a high-explosive bomb with a trigger fuse to destroy the oil tank first.

After the fuel leaks, use the delayed fuse bomb dropped together to ignite the fuel.

However, the combat hero Wang Tianbao chose a completely different path, that is, great power to create miracles.

Faced with six oil tanks with full protection, he directly led his comrades to drop eight 4,000-pound (1.8-ton) special bombs, the Block Destroyer.

This big treasure has a diameter of 76 cm and a total length of 2.92 meters.

As an aerial bomb, the Block Destroyer has no risk of exploding, so its charge is directly 1.4 tons. With this charge, the Conqueror and Thor would have to cry silently.

This is the charm of a twin-engine high-horsepower fighter. Before the bomb is officially dropped, no one knows what big treasure it has brought.

Faced with the soul-searching questioning of his colleagues, Masaku Mikio did not respond immediately. He first rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and then shouted hoarsely:

"Take off! Everyone take off!"

"The enemy is running! Our fuel is limited, and we must keep the Eighth Route Army Air Force in Qiongya!" (End of this chapter)