Traveling through 1937, I came to fight against the Kwantung Army

When Paul's formation approached the edge of Cairo's airspace, several bright spots suddenly appeared on the onboard radar screen. "Enemy planes are detected approaching at high speed, direction 3-0-0, more than forty!"

The warning sounded rapidly on the radio. Paul's heart suddenly tightened, and he quickly glanced around. After a few minutes, he saw dozens of black shadows emerging from the clouds in the distance like ghosts. They were the Qinglong-2 fighters of Haizhou State, and they were rushing towards the British aircraft formation at a very fast speed.

Although there was still a distance of several thousand meters, one could still see hundreds of dazzling flames suddenly exploding from under the wings of the Qinglong fighter.

Paul's eyes suddenly widened, and at the same time, a lot of noisy voices came from his earphones.

"Oh my God, did the other side launch a missile?"

"Damn it! Didn't the Americans say that we were the only ones with missiles?"

"Oh my God, I'm sure it's a missile!"

Those sky-burning air-to-air missiles dragged long tails of flames, like burning fire snakes, drawing blazing trails in the blue sky.

The tail flame flickered orange-red in the air, forming a sharp and dazzling contrast with the blue sky.

Paul stared at the scene in the sky in amazement. The dense firepower network composed of hundreds of missiles was like a huge and deadly spider web, spreading rapidly in all directions. Each missile seemed to carry the power of destruction, flying rapidly towards the British fleet!

"Missiles incoming! Avoid with all your might!" The captain's voice also sounded anxiously on the radio.

Paul's heart suddenly sank, and he quickly gripped the joystick with both hands, instinctively pulling the fighter to one side.

The comrades around also took action. The fighter planes performed various difficult evasive maneuvers in the air. Some pulled up their noses and rushed into the sky, while others dived rapidly, trying to get rid of the missile's tracking.

However, this wave of missile attacks from Haizhou came too suddenly and too fiercely. There were too many missiles, and they rained down densely, and we simply couldn't dodge them all.

Less than ten seconds later, a series of loud noises exploded in his ears. Paul turned his head and saw that many fighters in the formation had been hit by missiles. Some fighters instantly turned into huge fireballs, and fragments flew like meteors; others dragged long black smoke and staggered to the ground.

Almost in an instant, 22 British planes were shot down, the once neat formation became scattered, and the sky was filled with pungent smoke and the smell of despair.

Paul's fighter plane was bumping in the violent air currents. He held the joystick tightly, trying to keep his balance.

After launching the missiles, the supersonic fighters of Haizhou quickly dispersed and approached us in an encircling manner. Their fighters had excellent performance and were agile, and they were obviously well-trained.

When the distance was shortened to within the range of the machine guns, a more intense and closer contest began. The fighter planes of both sides were like ferocious beasts, engaging in a thrilling fight in the sky.

The sound of machine guns firing was like thunder, and flames were ejected from the noses of the fighter planes of both sides. Shells flew through the sky like raindrops. Each shell carried a deadly threat, trying to penetrate the metal shell of the other fighter plane.

Paul piloted his fighter plane through the hail of bullets with difficulty, his ears filled with the roar of machine guns and the panicked shouts of his teammates.

Through the foggy cockpit glass, he watched in horror as his comrades around him met with misfortune.

Shells hit their fighter planes accurately, like deadly arrows piercing their prey. Some fighter planes were blown apart instantly, fragments flying in the sky like snowflakes, followed by a huge fireball rising up, which was a cruel proof of the disappearance of life;

Although some fighter planes did not explode immediately, their fuselages were riddled with holes. After losing control, they staggered toward the ground like a kite with a broken string.

The pilots' desperate cries for help were ruthlessly drowned out by the clamor of the battlefield!

The battlefield was filled with black smoke, the wreckage of fighter planes drifted aimlessly in the sky, and the British military's radio communication channels were filled with painful wails and desperate curses.

The British fleet, which was once so majestic, was now like a lamb to be slaughtered, and had no power to fight back under the attack of the Haizhou fleet. One after another, the fighter planes were shot down, and the sky was filled with burning flames and thick smoke, as if the gates of hell were opened in the sky.

"Retreat, retreat!" The commander's voice came from the radio!

On the way back, Paul looked at the few fighter planes around him, and his heart was filled with sadness and powerlessness.

This time, the British flying squadron suffered heavy losses, and their former confidence and pride were completely shattered in this brutal air battle.

Dragging the tattered fighter plane, Paul finally stumbled back to the Suez Air Force Base.

The moment the plane's wheels touched the ground, the sense of solidity made his extremely tense nerves relax a little. He slowly slid off the runway, looking at the familiar buildings and busy ground crews in the base, and felt a sense of relief for surviving the disaster.

However, before this relief could settle in his heart, Paul, who had just stepped off the plane, heard a shrill and terrified scream, and everyone pointed their hands to the sky.

Paul then looked up at the sky, but was so shocked by the scene before him that his blood froze - at the end of the sky, dozens of Haizhou Kingdom's Poyue cruise missiles were like a group of released black demons, swooping towards the Suez Air Force Base with an unstoppable force.

At first, they were just small black dots in the distant sky, like a group of crows with malicious intentions, flashing strange glimmers under the sunlight. As time went by, the black dots gradually grew larger and turned into steel behemoths with long tails of flames.

The flames, like fire snakes, twisted wantonly in the azure sky. The red and orange flames intertwined with each other, as if it was a raging fire spewing out of the gate of hell, dyeing the surrounding air a fiery color.

Paul's heart sank to the bottom in an instant, and an unprecedented fear of the unknown surged in his heart.

The air force base was in chaos, with ground crews running around in panic like headless flies. The shrill alarms, people's shouts, and the roar of fighter engines intertwined to form a symphony of despair.

"Hide!" someone shouted at the top of his lungs. Paul didn't have time to think and ran towards the nearest shelter.

Just as he hid in the bunker, a huge explosion was heard and the ground beneath his feet began to shake violently, as if the whole world was collapsing.

A dense swarm of missiles fell, but the accuracy was too poor, and most of them exploded outside the base!