"The 5,000-kilometer long-range attack, these Japanese are too imaginative, but this is not a sneak attack on Pearl Harbor, how do they use to keep it secret?" In his own estate in New York, Boss Yang looked at the map and sighed at the courage of the Japanese Navy.

It is indeed difficult to keep secrets, and it is easy to say in other places, that is, how to hide from the US military in the Philippines makes Yang Feng worry about them very much, and he is not the only one who has the Liberator long-range high-altitude reconnaissance plane, and the US military has also deployed this kind of aircraft in the Philippines, and their farthest reconnaissance range can even reach the coastal waters of Japan, and it will be difficult for the combined fleet to hide from them as long as it comes out.

But he soon learned why the Japanese dared to do so.

Typhoon.

It is now summer, two typhoons have ravaged the Philippines in succession, the US military airfield in Manila has been seriously damaged, all long-range reconnaissance planes have not been able to take off, and even two have been seriously damaged; according to the weather forecast, at least one typhoon will pass through the South China Sea in the next week, and even if they can take off in such weather, these planes will not dare to take off, and even a small number of US warships stationed in the Philippines will have to stay in the harbor to take shelter.

But the combined fleet dared to take this risk.

"Wealth is in danger, and sometimes I have to admire the crazy spirit of these dwarves." Boss Yang sighed with emotion.

"For the sake of the Empire, we must take this risk!" In the Bass Strait, on the aircraft carrier Akagi, which shook violently in the wind, Vice Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto, the newly appointed commander of the Combined Fleet, said.

"Your Excellency, Commander, as long as you can destroy the enemy, Nagumo can guarantee to take the fleet wherever you want." Major General Nagumo Zhongichi next to him said reservedly.

However, I also have to admire this guy's navigation skills, although commanding operations is not his strong point, but in terms of sailing is indeed a master, the huge fleet under his leadership unscathed through the Bass Strait into the South China Sea, in the dark sea in the storm and waves. At this time, the British army in Singapore did not know that the end was near.

Hachiro Arita's activities in London were very effective, and the foreign secretary, who was on a special mission, had already convinced the vast majority of the British people with a series of successful performances that the Japanese side really had great sincerity this time, and even the British troops captured in Hong Kong had been released and sent to Singapore by ship when the typhoon had passed.

"The friendship between the British Empire and the Japanese Empire lasted half a century. Although a series of recent misunderstandings have caused us to crack, neither His Majesty nor the Cabinet of our country do not want this situation to continue, and we are willing to continue this precious friendship with the greatest sincerity..."

By the time Hachiro Arita was giving this speech in the British House of Lords, the Combined Fleet had reached the sea less than 300 kilometers from Singapore under the cover of a typhoon. In the dark of night, the huge fleet turned off all the lights in the rain, and everyone waited quietly. Waiting for the dawn. Waiting for the weather to clear.

Early morning August 7, 1938.

The week-long torrential rain has finally stopped, and the warships quietly moored at Changi Military Port look like they are gilded with a layer of gold in the rising sun, and busy workers at the military airfield on land are clearing the runway from the windblown branches and leaves. There were even scratched and damaged facilities that needed to be repaired, but the vast majority of the work were done by local hired Chinese and monkeys, and the noble white officers were now sleeping.

It's the weekend. And there is no training task in the heavy rain for days, and more importantly, in order to cooperate with the Anglo-Japanese peace talks, tens of thousands of young jinv were shipped from Japan during this time, many of them are still chunv, and in order to reflect the friendship between Britain and Japan, these people are free to pick up customers within a week, the British naval soldiers stationed in Singapore are crazy, and the emotions of being held by the heavy rain for a week have been released enough, and many people have even fought repeatedly, how can they get up on such a Sunday, Even Admiral Phillips, the commander of the fleet, only smiled indifferently at this, and it seemed to him that the dawn of peace had dawned, and there was no need to be too harsh on these lads.

What he didn't know was that at this moment, three hundred kilometers away from him, Commander Yamamoto, who was standing on the deck of the Akagi, was raising his glass to the pilots who were about to take off, and in a crazy howl on board, three hundred combat planes took off from the decks of five aircraft carriers in turn, among which there were twenty new fighters that had never appeared before, Yang Feng's long-awaited Xiao Ling finally appeared, and the first batch of twenty aircraft were all equipped with the Kaga aircraft carrier.

"The empire rises and falls! In one fell swoop!" Looking at the fighters in formation in the sky, Commander Yamamoto waved his arms and let out a hoarse roar.

On the battleship Queen Elizabeth in Changi Harbor, Ensign Anderson rubbed his aching head and got up from the bed, he three Japanese jinv last night, and he is still reminiscing about their soft bodies, but unfortunately the consequences of overindulgence are also obvious, even with the physique of the British, he now feels that his waist is almost straight.

"Ma's, these saohuo!" He took a sip with a satisfied smile and staggered out of the cabin, where several soldiers on the deck outside were boredly leaning against the main gun turret, talking about the madness of the previous night while watching the sun.

"Ensign!" Seeing him coming, the guys hurriedly stood up and saluted.

Ensign Anderson returned the salute casually, then stretched his back and raised his head, and froze there before he could finish his yawn.

He looked at the eastern sky, and there seemed to be a few shadows faintly shaking in the sunlight.

"Hey, what's that?" He called a soldier and asked, pointing in the direction of the sun.

The soldier stared at it for a moment and said, "It seems to be an airplane, yes, it's definitely an airplane, there are quite a few of them!"

"Airplanes? Do we have an airbase to the east?" Second Lieutenant Anderson, who was not yet completely sober, said blankly.

"Ensign, are you kidding? It's the sea over there, and our aircraft carrier is right next to you!" The soldier said with a smile.

"And where did they come from?" As soon as Second Lieutenant Anderson finished speaking, he suddenly came to his senses, jumped up like a dog that had been stepped on by JJ, and howled like crazy: "Air raid, sound the alarm, air raid!"

The soldiers next to him were stunned for a moment, but then one by one they let out terrifying screams: "God, raise the alarm!"

The terrible air defense sirens sounded first on the battleship Queen Elizabeth, and then the same sirens sounded on the other ships, but unfortunately it was too late at this time, and the three hundred Japanese warplanes swooped down like vultures that had found carrion, and the neatly arranged battleships in the harbor immediately became lambs to the slaughter, at least half of the crew of these battleships were not on board, and even if they were on board, the vast majority of them were sleeping, and the few who could react could not form effective resistance at all, so they could only watch the torpedoes one by one, bombs fell from the sky, and then smashed the flames of death at his feet.

In the first round of attacks, all the capital ships of the Far East Fleet, including the Queen Elizabeth, the Malaya, the counterattack, and the aircraft carrier Brave, were all shot, and the most pitiful was the aircraft carrier Athletic, which was only a light aircraft carrier launched a few months later than the Fengxiang, and was hit by the carrier-based aircraft that took off from the Fengxiang with three torpedoes at the same time, and the huge explosion completely shredded the aircraft carrier, which was not much larger than the heavy cruiser, and began to sink with an explosion in the raging fire.

The battleship Queen Elizabeth next to it was also hit by four heavy bombs at this time, one of which was a 250-kilogram bomb that smashed straight through the horizontal deck and smashed into the depths of the hull, and the bomb with a time-delay fuse exploded from the inside instantly, and the flames rose into the sky with countless hull fragments, and Ensign Anderson watched his companion beside him have his head cut off by a piece of debris.

He stumbled to the nearest anti-aircraft machine gun, hastily put the aiming ring on a Japanese plane ready to drop a torpedo, just wanted to shoot but didn't want to make too much movement, and his overworked waist was like a pinprick.

“cao!” He gritted his teeth and cursed, and then watched as a torpedo fell from the belly of the plane and crashed into his feet with a clear track, and Ensign Anderson turned around and ran away despite the pain, but unfortunately he didn't run ten meters away, there was an earth-shattering bang behind him, and then he felt like he was flying, and then there was no more, and poor Ensign Anderson fell on the turret like a pinched snot.

With 300 planes turning Changi Harbor into hell, one battleship after another was engulfed in the flames of the explosion, and the USS Brave began to capsize like a dead fish with two torpedoes and three bombs in five minutes.

The Malaya and the Counter Attack were engulfed in fire at the same time, and countless British sailors who had been awakened from their sleep fled from their cabins in panic and plunged into the water, where explosions behind them were tearing apart their proud warships, tearing the last fig leaf of the British Empire, and tearing apart the old world order.

But the Japanese pilots who killed the red eyes will not watch them escape, anyway, there is no place for air combat until now, so what are you doing with machine gun bullets? After dropping the bombs, the planes immediately aimed at the British troops who had fallen into the water on the sea, and beat these unlucky guys to pieces one by one, and the blood stained the sea red, which looked particularly dazzling in the burning flames.

The huge Queen Elizabeth, the main target, was hit by four torpedoes and six bombs in a very short time, and although there was no terrible ammunition explosion, three large holes were blown open at the waterline, and the sea water rushed in under the huge weight of its own weight, and the survivor of the First World War quickly began to sink. (To be continued......)

PS: There's another chapter later