Chapter 388: Target Tokyo

William and Nick were discussing the final attack details.

The weather team has already obtained data: the next two days will be sunny, but starting on June 7 it may rain.

In other words, the attack must be carried out on June 6.

And now it is the early hours of June 5; they have less than 48 hours to complete this bombing mission.

"Yan Xing, you said suspicious personnel were found near Changde Airport?" Jiang Anguo hadn't expected the Little Devil (Japanese soldier)'s speed to be so fast.

Yan Xing nodded, "Yes, Commander. In the past few days, suspicious personnel have continuously appeared."

Jiang Anguo asked, "Then did you conduct any checks on these people?"

"Yes, but unfortunately they're all Huaxia civilians; when asked they say they don't know, so we have no way to proceed," Yan Xing said.

Jiang Anguo understood; it seemed the Little Devil (Japanese soldier) was already suspicious of the suddenly appearing fighter jets and bombers, and managed to lock onto Changde within such a short time.

Fortunately, Jiang Anguo had already transferred all personnel to Dangyang.

Aside from a single runway, Changde now only has some Ammo Boxes left on the ground; everything else is gone.

Jiang Anguo looked into the distance, his eyes bloodshot; he no longer knew how long he had been without rest, his mind racing at high speed.

"It's fine; after we complete this mission, we may return to Lashu," Jiang Anguo said softly.

William and Nick's side also quickly reached a result.

William stepped forward and said, "Commander, Nick and I have discussed; Nick's Ghost Battalion will take off at 3 a. m. on June 6, expected to reach Nanjing's airspace in an hour and a half. It's summer, so dawn comes early—around 4:30, enough to see any ground target, and around 5 we can reach Shanghai and Hangzhou, bombing the airports of all three locations."

Jiang Anguo nodded, "Then what about your bomber formation!"

"Commander, Dangyang is 2,600 kilometers from Tokyo; because I need the cover of night, I have decided to launch the bombers in the early hours of June 6," William said gravely.

Jiang Anguo frowned, "Isn't this too dangerous!"

Seeing Jiang Anguo's concern, William continued, "No, Commander, on the contrary this is the safest method. We can stay at altitude so the Huaxia Japanese Army won't detect us, but I must use night cover to fly over the Kyushu Island, so the bombers must take off before the fighters."

William's words made Jiang Anguo understand: regardless, once the bombers enter Japanese territory, they must descend to locate targets.

Once daylight arrives and the bombers lower altitude, the Japanese Army will inevitably take action.

It should be noted that on April 18, Du Litte's bomber formation had just bombed the area; now less than two months have passed since the last bombing.

Even if the Japanese Army is careless, it would not repeat the same mistake, so this mission to bomb Tokyo is extremely arduous and difficult.

If William's B‑29 bombers also take off at three, there will be a timing issue; they would reach Japanese airspace around seven, giving Tokyo a window to react.

"If safety is ensured, William, your bombing this time only needs to carry four tons of bombs; the remaining space, I will have ground crew install additional fuel tanks," Jiang Anguo said, still a bit worried.

But this time he unveiled a trump card; ordinary general‑purpose bombs are too weak for bombing Tokyo, so he decided to use special bombs.

It must be said that the B‑29 truly is an airborne fortress; if operating normally within Huaxia, stashing nine tons of general bombs would pose no problem at all.

Nine tons, deployed in twelve aircraft at a time, equals 108 tons.

Even reduced to four tons now, that's still 48 tons, enough for the Little Devil (Japanese soldier) to drink a pot.

Let them taste the crimes they committed in Huaxia, which will ultimately fall back on their own heads.

"Alright, Commander."

"Understood, we'll do as you said, William, Nick; you both have worked hard, conserve your strength, tomorrow will be a fierce battle!" Jiang Anguo said.

"Yes, Commander." William and Nick stood up together and said.

Dangyang Airport.

June 6, 1942, 00:01.

The night was as black as ink, only the temporary lanterns flanking the runway emitted a faint amber glow.

Twelve B‑29 "Superfortress"s, like steel giant birds, lay in wait on the freshly poured concrete runway.

Their silver‑gray fuselages glowed coldly in the night, four Wright R‑3350 engines rumbled low, spitting scorching gusts that whirled the ground dust into vortices.

Jiang Anguo stood at the edge of the Tatai, his military coat flapping noisily in the airflow.

He looked up at the four‑ton special bombs hanging beneath the fuselage and whispered, "Little Devil (Japanese soldier), you will truly taste the flavor of fire."

"Tatai, 'Divine Bird One' requesting takeoff," William's voice came over the radio, steady as usual.

"Takeoff authorized," Jiang Anguo inhaled deeply, "May the heavens protect Huaxia."

"I'll be at Dangyang waiting for you to return."

William saluted the command post, "Commander, I will bring back the news of victory."

Boom—!

The first B‑29 rolled slowly, its engine sound shifting from a low growl to a roar.

Then the second, third… all twelve steel giants rose in succession, the formation climbing, piercing the eastern sky.

Their flight paths would cross the East Sea, straight toward the once‑imperial heart.

Even Jiang Anguo was somewhat stunned by the sight; these were true strategic bombers, with massive payloads and extreme range, enough to destroy a nation's core.

Jiang Anguo remained still for a long time, his gaze following the last tail light as it vanished into the clouds.

He knew this was not just a bombing but a declaration: you Little Devil (Japanese soldier) dare attack civilians, well then Huaxia will bomb Japanese civilians as well.

Huaxia is no longer merely defensive; it can also brandish its sword a thousand miles away!

At that moment, a sharp scream of a P‑38 engine came from the southern apron.

Dangyang's runway had already been extended to 2,200 meters, its width slightly increased, but time was insufficient.

Nick led the Ghost Battalion's ninety‑six "Lightning" fighters into action, their silver wings flashing like blades under the searchlights.

Their mission was even riskier: to raid the three major Japanese Army airfields at Nanjing, Shanghai, and Hangzhou, drawing Japanese attention while making the Japanese headquarters believe Huaxia forces were only attacking their South China bases.

Unaware, they did not know the real trump card was William's B‑29 bomber squadron.

"Ghost Battalion, attention all!" Nick put on his oxygen mask, his voice broadcasting through the radio to the formation, "Remember, our wings are the B‑29's shield!"

"Understood!"

"Received!"

One P‑38 after another roared into the sky; on a Runway, two P‑38 Lightning fighters took off simultaneously, forming a formation in the air without waiting. The first wave consisted of twelve aircraft, the formation like an arrow released from a bow, speeding toward the northeast.

In total, eight formations were assembled.

On the ground, Jiang Anguo turned and walked toward the command vehicle, and said to Xiao Si beside him: "Notify the Quzhou Engineer Battalion to repair Quzhou Airport; all fuel, ammunition, and Medical Pack must be on site within six hours. Not a single one may be missing."

In fact, Jiang Anguo had already, on the daytime of June 5, used a C‑47 transport aircraft to deliver part of the fuel to Quzhou Airport, as a contingency in case a diversion to Quzhou was needed.

Xiao Si solemnly nodded: "Yes! Young Master!"