The Mysterious Soldier of the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 312 Raid Preparation: Lei Tao's Arms Deal and Fighter Planes

In the evening, the setting sun shone upon the Japanese airfield, a scene of bustling activity. Suddenly, a hurried whistle blew, signaling a muster. The Japanese pilots, fresh from aerial combat, flew bullet-riddled Zero fighters, their faces weary. But the whistle sent them scurrying to the meeting room.

The atmosphere in the conference room was oppressive. Captain Ichiro Yamamoto, the squadron leader, stood at the front with a sullen expression, his gaze coldly fixed on each pilot. "Listen up!" he said in a deep, menacing voice. "Today our bomber was shot down, and someone spotted a mysterious, advanced fighter jet capable of firing darting, tracking shells. What's going on?" He slammed the table, shaking the papers.

Pilot Suzuki swallowed nervously, stood up, and said in a trembling voice, "Captain, that mysterious fighter is too fast. We Zeros can't catch up at all. Its shells seem to have eyes. No matter how we try to hide, it will catch up."

Another pilot, Sato, continued, "Yes, I've never seen such a strange weapon. Our anti-aircraft firepower is useless against it. It flies however it wants in our formation." His face was full of confusion and fear.

Yamamoto Ichiro frowned and paced around the conference room, wondering, "Could it be that the Allies have developed a new weapon? Why doesn't the intelligence department have any information about it?"

At this time, a young pilot hesitated and whispered, "Captain, could it be other forces that we have never encountered before?" As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the conference room became more solemn.

Ichiro Yamamoto stopped and looked at him sharply: "No matter what force it is, we can't just sit and wait. From now on, strengthen the airport defense, increase the number of patrols, and all fighter jets are on standby at all times. If that mysterious fighter jet appears again, we must not let it get away!" There was a ruthlessness in his eyes.

Just then, the conference room door flung open, and a man dressed in the uniform of a major from the Japanese Air Force Intelligence Department hurried in. His name was Murakami Nowa, his face filled with anxiety and solemnity. "Your Excellency!" He saluted hurriedly. "I just learned about the situation here. What a coincidence."

Yamamoto Ichiro frowned at him and asked, "What do you mean?"

Murakami Nowa lowered his head slightly, his expression tense, his back slightly hunched, his hands unconsciously clenching and unclenching in front of him. He cleared his throat and tried to keep his tone steady: "Your Excellency, this happened more than two months ago. At first, the news was too outrageous, we couldn't believe it, so we have been investigating and verifying it. We sent many intelligence personnel to collect clues, but the investigation is too difficult. We are still compiling the information. I didn't expect the same thing to happen here." He raised his eyes and carefully checked Yamamoto Ichiro's expression, his voice filled with helplessness and annoyance.

Ichiro Yamamoto took a step forward, his eyes filled with anxiety: "What did you say? It has happened in other jurisdictions as well? Why do I only know about it now?" His tone was questioning, his brows furrowed into the shape of a "川" character.

Murakami Nowa hurriedly explained, "I wasn't sure the intelligence was true, so I didn't report it. After the mysterious fighter plane disappeared, many leads were lost, and progress has been very slow."

Yamamoto Ichiro took a deep breath and tried to suppress his anger. "Send me all relevant information and investigation progress immediately. This mysterious weapon poses a huge threat."

Murakami Nowa nodded quickly. "Hey! Let's do it right away. We now know that the mysterious fighter has advanced weapons and is faster and more maneuverable than any of our existing aircraft. In the last firefight, we lost five improved fighters, and all the pilots were killed."

The conference room suddenly exploded, and the pilots whispered to each other, their faces filled with fear and anxiety.

Yamamoto Ichiro glanced at everyone with a stern look and shouted, "Quiet! Now is not the time to panic. Knowing that our opponent is powerful, we must remain calm. From now on, everyone, be alert and pay attention to any movement in the air."

He looked at Murakami Nowa again and said in a serious tone, "Hurry and gather the intelligence. I need to know more details about this mysterious weapon and where the fighter plane might have come from. We have to find a way to deal with it. We can't let this situation continue!"

Murakami Nowa saluted again: "Hi! I promise to complete the task." After that, he turned around hurriedly and walked out of the meeting room quickly to carry out the order.

In the conference room, Ichiro Yamamoto and the pilots continued to discuss defense and response strategies. The atmosphere was solemn and depressing. Everyone knew that an unprecedented crisis was looming over them.

Meanwhile, in his modern safehouse, Lei Tao formulated a plan for a raid on the Japanese airport and began to inventory the supplies within his Bagua Gyro space. He was pleasantly surprised to discover several humanoid ground-handling robots he'd acquired from the Japanese mercenary base, along with a large supply of specialized aircraft cannon ammunition. He'd been too busy to examine them, but now he felt it was unnecessary to place an order for armor-piercing rounds for Lao Hei. But having more stuff always helps.

As Lei Tao took inventory, he pondered his next steps. He knew the Japanese would undoubtedly strengthen their defenses and reconnaissance, but he possessed advanced equipment and a deep understanding of their deployments. He planned to use these humanoid ground-based intelligent robots to maintain his aircraft and refine his battle plans. Meanwhile, he considered how to rationally allocate his aircraft's artillery ammunition. Based on his previous reconnaissance and analysis of Japanese airfields, he developed a detailed firepower allocation plan, sketching on paper and noting various data and tactical points.

The next morning, Lei Tao brought several humanoid robots to trade with arms dealer Lao Hei. Lao Hei was already waiting there, and when he saw Lei Tao approaching with several humanoid robots, his eyes were full of confusion. Lei Tao walked over and simply said hello, then signaled the robots to begin inspecting the goods.

The robots moved with swift precision. They opened boxes of cluster bombs, thermite incendiary bombs, and specialized aircraft gun shells. One robot opened a cluster bomb box, carefully inspected the bomb bodies and fuses, and reported: "Cluster bombs, quantity 20, no damage, fuses functioning properly." It then examined the thermite incendiary bombs, checking the protective coating and the seals on the incendiary bombs, and reported: "Thermite incendiary bombs, quantity 15, protective coating and seals meet standards."

Two robots worked together to lift a box of aircraft cannon ammunition, removed each shell, and used their built-in high-precision measuring instruments to check their dimensions, weight, and propellant charge. After inspecting the aircraft cannon armor-piercing and high-explosive incendiary rounds, they reported: "100 rounds of aircraft cannon armor-piercing rounds, 100 rounds of aircraft cannon high-explosive incendiary rounds. All parameters meet standards."

Lao Hei looked at the robot's skillful operation with his eyes widened in shock, and couldn't help asking: "Lei Tao, where did you get these things? It's incredible!" Lei Tao smiled and didn't answer directly.

After listening to the robot report the inspection results, Lei Tao nodded with satisfaction, looked at Lao Hei and said, "The goods are good this time. I will come to you for business next time." After that, he took out a tablet from his pocket, tapped the screen quickly with his fingers, skillfully opened the payment interface, entered the amount and password, and directly transferred the balance to Lao Hei's account.

Lao Hei's phone dinged with a deposit notification. He instinctively pulled out his phone to check, and after confirming the amount, a satisfied smile spread across his face. He had been initially puzzled and shocked by Lei Tao's robot inspection, but the smooth arrival of the funds dispelled much of the confusion. "Alright, Brother Lei, you're such a straightforward person! If you need anything in the future, just let me know. I guarantee the quality and quantity of my goods," Lao Hei assured him, patting his chest.

Lei Tao put away his tablet and turned to direct the robots to move the inspected ammunition onto the pre-prepared transport vehicle. Following his instructions, the robots, working in pairs, steadily lifted the heavy ammunition boxes and walked in unison toward the vehicle, placing the cargo in order.

In the interval of the robots' transportation, Lao Hei came up to Lei Tao and asked curiously: "Brother Lei, these robots of yours are amazing. Why haven't I seen you use them before? Where did you get them?" Lei Tao smiled and said perfunctorily: "I got them by chance, and they really helped a lot." He didn't want to reveal too much about the origins of the robots. Seeing this, Lao Hei tactfully didn't ask any further questions.

After all the ammunition was loaded, Lei Tao once again checked the vehicle's condition to ensure it was safe for transport. He said a brief goodbye to Lao Hei before jumping into the driver's seat and starting the vehicle. The robots sat neatly in the vehicle, like well-trained soldiers.

As the car slowly drove away from the transaction site, Lei Tao was thinking about his next plan in his mind. These weapons and robots would become the important force for his raid on the Japanese airport, and he had to make full use of every resource.

After returning to the safe house, Lei Tao drove the truck to his large warehouse. After closing the door, Lei Tao released the F-35B fighter jet and let the robots do maintenance. By the way, he directed the robots to refill the aerial bombs, cannon shells and fuel one by one.