Chapter 5 Section 4

The admiral in flight looks at the calm sea, which in a few moments will be laden with wailing flames. Three minutes after the highest alert was issued, the pilots gathered on the deck, full of energy and tiger-eyed. "Pilot, stand still!" The squadron leader shouted the slogan. boom. "Stand up!" All the team members roared, full of energy. "Pilot, hold your head up!" The squadron leader raised his head. boom. "Hold your head up!" All the team members raised their heads. The badges on the shoulders of the soldiers are shining, so dazzling that even the howling sea wind is in awe.

The lieutenant general stood in front of the fighter pilots trained by him, and saw them wearing straight dark green military uniforms, all of them were extraordinary and heroic.As if it was what he looked like when he was young. And these children are about to bear the vanguard of this war with their lives. They have this ability. "Child." The flight admiral said slowly. "Yes! Sir!" Everyone was proud. "On that day, seventy-five years ago, without a formal declaration of war, hundreds of aircraft from the Thousand Islands launched a disgraceful surprise attack on our warships at Pearl Harbor! We lost eight battleships, three destroyers, and four submarines , 188 fighter planes, more than 3,400 casualties!" The voice of the lieutenant general trembled with anger: "Do you know?"

"I know, we know!" The fighter pilots cheered in unison, the veins on their foreheads exposed. "Seventy-five years later—" said the lieutenant general, "just twenty minutes ago, our president was brutally assassinated by the military while he was giving a speech. In front of the world's media, billions of people, Billions watched as our President was mowed into a hive of bullets, the Secretary of Defense, the Chief of Staff, and 21 other key administration officials, 87 journalists also lost their lives, and the White House was in flames." All the pilots stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

What a shame that the president was killed in pieces in full view... "During the fierce exchange of fire, our brothers have killed the enemy's assassination troops on the spot, but the enemy's malice has not been extinguished. Our anger, the righteous anger, has just been burning fiercely!" The admiral pointed at the silent black Dahai: "The murderer of our president, there is no one else, just on the other side of the sea." "Damn!" Brack yelled. "Captain, what are you talking about?" The admiral stared at Black. "Report sir, fuck it!" Braque clenched his fists and shouted hoarsely.

"Do it!" Lei Li also stepped forward and shouted. "Damn!" All the members of the squadron shouted angrily. Morale is boiling. Lieutenant General Diandu raised his proud hard chin and said, "Good scolding! The captain just received an order, a warm and glorious order. Now we are going to teach those Japanese vampires a lesson about what humiliation is. " "yes!" "The starting point of this battle is the fifth squadron, the best of our Seventh Fleet!" "Yes! Warm and glorious!" All the pilots roared. The captain of the flying squadron took a step forward, turned around and announced: "Fifth Squadron, everyone obeys!"

boom. The Fifth Squadron stood at attention, breathing hot. The squadron leader scanned everyone's eyes, checking their eagle-like courage. Everyone's eyes returned the madness of wanting to immediately engage in hand-to-hand combat. Captain Lang Sheng: "The plane will take off within five minutes. Ten minutes later, the fifth squadron will join the sixth and seventh squadrons on the sea. A total of forty-eight F22 fighter jets will attack the Japanese Self-Defense Force fleet anchored in Tokyo Bay. " "Smash the Self-Defense Forces!" Smoky. Biting his pipe, Captain Peake sat on the leather chair in the command room, watching sixteen F22 fighter jets take off vertically from the deck at one time, rushing towards the east of the sea.

The engine roared in the air, breaking waves one after another on the sea. Since ancient times, no matter how advanced the technology is and how large-scale the destruction of weapons is, the key to victory in war lies in controlling people's hearts. Tragedy is the most inspiring military spirit, and revenge is more inspiring than justice. Captain Peake exhaled thick, cloudy smoke and looked at the received emergency telegram. The source of this telegram ordering a revenge raid will soon be discovered to be suspicious. But now is not normal, but twenty minutes after the president was publicly executed and panicked.

The corners of Captain Peake's mouth rose.Both fear and admiration. "...All of this is actually within Lord Keynes' calculations."