This killer star of the War of Resistance Against Japan was only 9 years old.

Chapter 491 Hatoyama Qiao Rikimaru Gets a Beating (Part 3)

Meanwhile, on the sea below, the 150mm caliber naval gun, controlled by Xiao Lan, turned its barrel around again.

Then the gun barrel was raised to its maximum elevation angle and aimed at the Japanese formation that was diving diagonally above.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

As the Japanese planes entered a dive, Xiao Lan initiated the artillery barrage.

Meanwhile, large fireworks continuously exploded within the diving Japanese aircraft formation.

However, the elevation angle of the naval guns somewhat limited Xiao Lan's performance.

When the Japanese troops were two kilometers away from the Silly Bear in a straight line.

Xiao Lan only shot down 15 Japanese fighter planes.

Five more were affected by the blast wave from their own planes.

At this moment, there were still 59 Japanese fighter planes remaining in the sky.

The remaining Japanese pilots were further enraged by the constant destruction of their comrades' planes.

Like a pack of rabid dogs, they recklessly swooped down on the Silly Bear.

When the two sides are 1 kilometer apart.

Little Blue shot down another 17.

At this time, the Japanese still had 42 fighter planes remaining.

Hatoyama Kōrikimaru was also among them, but he was at the very back of the formation.

At this moment, Hatoyama Kōrimaru saw that the fighter jets at the forefront of his side had rushed to within a kilometer of the warship below.

He believed that if they advanced another 500 meters, given the accuracy of his pilots' bombing runs, they would definitely make several large holes in the rear deck of the warship below.

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but smile.

At that moment, Hatoyama Kōrimaru seemed to see half of the main gun of the warship below already in his pocket.

Moreover, based on his guess, as long as he could bring the main cannon back, his military rank would definitely be promoted another level, entering the ranks of the Empire's true high-ranking officers.

Thinking of this, Hatoyama Kōrimaru's mouth almost stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

But the next moment, he saw a scene he had never seen before in his life.

Two chains of fire, of unknown composition, extended from the warship below at a rate of fire incomprehensible to the naked eye.

It directly destroyed all 10-plus Imperial fighters that had just entered the 1-kilometer range.

Not only that, the explosion of the plane even triggered the secondary explosion of the bombs located under the fuselage.

Suddenly, more than a dozen fireworks burst open in front of Hatoyama Kōri Maru.

The Japanese fighter planes following closely behind had no time to dodge and could only let out desperate screams as they watched helplessly as they rushed into the center of the explosion.

The next moment, the windows above the heads of the Japanese pilots who rushed into the center of the explosion shattered due to the intense heat.

The next moment, the high temperature mixed with glass shards rushed straight towards the Japanese pilot in the cockpit.

"what!!!!"

"Help me. My eyes..."

"Baka, it's so hot..."

For a moment, the screams of the Japanese pilots in the center of the explosion rose and fell.

It even faintly drowned out the roar of the explosion.

However, they were soon freed from the intense heat of the explosion and the subsequent detonation of the plane beneath them.

The group returned to the embrace of their God, the Earth God.

The two close-in weapon systems on the Japanese pilots were what caused their tragic fate.

"Buzzing..."

The close-in weapon system repeatedly locked onto the target and fired. It locked onto again and fired again.

The remaining 42 Japanese fighter planes were also on the verge of destruction.

It is decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Boom! Boom!..."

The explosions of Japanese fighter planes echoed above the Silly Bear.

At the very back of the formation, Hatoyama Kōrimaru was so close to breaking the control stick he was gripping tightly.

Finally, the aircraft's flight path was forcibly changed at a distance of less than 30 meters above the blast wave.

Then, in a panic, they quickly began to pull up to the fighter jet's altitude.

Even though the sound of metal tearing could be faintly heard coming from the wing of the fighter jet beneath him.

Despite the danger, Hatoyama Kōrimaru continued to maneuver the fighter jet beneath him, rapidly climbing upwards.

It climbed until it reached an altitude of nearly 3000 meters above the sea.

Hatoyama Kōrimaru then slowly leveled the plane.

At this moment, Hatoyama Kōrimaru's eyes were filled with fear, shock, and panic.

His back was now soaked with cold sweat.

At the same time, he had already concluded that it was this seemingly ordinary warship that attacked the empire's homeland.

Although he did not see that the warships below had guns capable of firing 400mm or larger caliber cannons.

But deep down, I'm still certain it was the warships below that did it.

After a short pause of about 10 seconds, Hatoyama Kōkimaru finally calmed himself down.

He hurriedly and with trembling hands, which were somewhat weak, raised the binoculars and looked down.

All that could be seen was a thick cloud of black smoke, and Hatoyama Jokimaru couldn't see if any Imperial planes had escaped the attack.

So Hatoyama immediately raised his binoculars again and began searching for the escaped Imperial fighters and the surrounding sky.

But soon, Hatoyama Kōkimaru discovered with some despair that, apart from himself, there seemed to be no other fighter jet in the sky at that moment.

Upon seeing this scene, a sense of fear welled up in Hatoyama Kōkimaru's heart once again.

He dared not linger there any longer, as the black smoke also obscured the Bear's view.

He was prepared to immediately return to the carrier strike group to seek reinforcements.

Thinking of this, Hatoyama Kōri Maru immediately pulled the control stick and flew back in the direction he had come from.

At this moment, inside the information warfare hall of the Silly Bear.

Bai Luo looked at the only remaining Japanese fighter jet icon on the information warfare screen.

A cold smile crept across his lips.

"Trying to show off and then run away? Little Blue, take him down!"