At three in the morning, before dawn, a few stars hung in the sky, trying to illuminate the world that had fallen into darkness.
Unfortunately, their starlight was surrounded by darkness and could not break through the pitch-black night, so it could only remain huddled in the sky.
But in the pitch-black night, there was a place that was brightly lit.
Countless people held torches aloft, illuminating the tank training grounds of Taiyuan City.
Under the firelight were two hundred elite soldiers carefully selected by Li Yunlong.
They stood ramrod straight on the training ground, wearing worn-out military uniforms, heads held high, watching the leaders who had come to see them off.
These selected soldiers only now know what kind of mission they are to carry out today.
They usually only talked about carrying out long-range bombing, thinking that at most they would only bomb the Japanese devils in China.
They never expected that the target would be to bomb the Japanese headquarters—Tokyo!
The mission was simply described as "bombing Tokyo," but it was enough to get the soldiers' blood pumping.
They all knew in their hearts that this bombing operation would leave a significant mark on history.
The other soldiers who weren't selected looked at their comrades who were about to set off with envy that made their eyes gleam green.
Since the First Opium War, the Chinese nation has been bullied and looked down upon by other countries.
They have struggled for so many years, yet they are still oppressed by a group of Japanese devils.
Today's actions mark the first time in many years that the Chinese nation has brought the flames of war to the invader's country.
The brigade commander looked at this group of fearless soldiers and couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.
It wasn't just the soldiers on the mission who were excited; their commanders were also so excited that they didn't sleep all night.
The brigade commander, along with several senior officers, smoked in the command post all night.
They reviewed the plan to bomb Tokyo over and over again, fearing that the slightest mistake would ruin the counterattack.
After Li Yunlong had gathered his men, he turned around, walked up to the group of leaders, and saluted them.
"Commendations, bombing assembly complete. Li Yunlong, commander of the 8th Army Tank Division, requests your instructions."
The boss and several leaders exchanged glances, then stepped forward.
He looked at the group of young soldiers, took a deep breath, and suppressed his excitement.
"Comrades, the Japanese invaders have been invading us for five years now."
"We lost Northeast China, lost Beiping (Beijing), lost Nanjing (Nanjing), and lost nearly half of China's beautiful land."
"The entire nation was plunged into despair, and many people were doubting whether we could actually defeat these little devils."
The boss paused for a moment after saying this.
"Actually, we don't know how long it will take to win."
"But I know that if we don't win this battle, our descendants will be slaughtered like pigs and dogs by the Japanese devils."
"Therefore, we must fight. If we don't fight, our descendants will have to fight."
"Only by driving the Japanese devils out of China can our descendants live a peaceful and comfortable life."
"Everything we do today is not for ourselves, but for our children and grandchildren, so that they can truly stand up."
"Let them hold their heads high and tell the world that we are Chinese, we are the Chinese nation."
"We must believe that the souls ravaged by war will forever be intertwined with the nation, and everything we do today is of supreme glory!"
"Supreme glory! Supreme glory!"
The soldiers of the Eighth Army shouted and waved their arms, their angry roars echoing throughout the night.
At the command of their superiors, the selected soldiers climbed into the tanks.
They carried no guns or ammunition, only fried noodles and a water bottle, and prepared to head to an island nation thousands of miles away.
As Li Yunlong was preparing to enter the tank, the brigade commander called him back.
"You're going on a long journey, so please be careful!"
Looking at his most respected superior, Li Yunlong smiled nonchalantly.
"Don't worry, Commander. It's just a small island nation. I, Li Yunlong, will be right back!"
After saying that, he climbed into the tank.
The brigade commander looked at these people and slowly saluted them.
Countless soldiers saluted the bombing squad.
As the tank's cannons spun, the bombing squad slowly took off, flying further and further away towards the island nation.
Li Yunlong sat in the driver's seat of the tank, controlling its direction of travel and its flight.
Sitting next to him was Chief of Staff Ding Wei, who was in charge of command and communication with the ground. He was mainly responsible for communication with the ground and commanding the bombing squad's operations.
Wang Chengzhu was in charge of firing the artillery. He was the most accurate gunner in the entire tank division. He was also responsible for finding the bombing sites for Miss Qiu's bombing raids.
Sitting in the last position was Zhao Gang, the political commissar of the tank division.
He had a camera in his hand, and his job was to take some photos during the bombing, which would be published in the newspaper later.
That's why he was on the tank; only he knew how to use a camera.
After all, this is a photo that will be included in history books, so it definitely needs to be taken in a good-looking way before it can be published in newspapers and distributed nationwide.
The bombing of Tokyo was something that definitely needed to be photographed to make the people happy.
Besides taking photos, Zhao Gang was also responsible for operating machine guns and cannons, engaging in aerial combat with Japanese planes.
The flight was rather boring because they were flying so high that no one could see fifty tanks flying in the sky toward the island nation.
Seeing Zhao Gang holding a camera and sweating profusely, Li Yunlong comforted him, "Political Commissar Zhao, relax a little."
"This isn't the first time we've done something like bombing Tokyo."
"We've bombarded the young comrade with this many times before, so don't worry, we're very skilled at this."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Gang breathed a sigh of relief and then asked curiously, "Commander Li, I often hear you talk about Comrade Li Chang'an. I'm very curious about what this incredibly capable young comrade looks like."
Li Yunlong, driving the tank and looking at the ridiculous map navigation on the dashboard, answered.
"What else could it look like? Just a head and two hands. Nothing special about it."
"The only thing that's special about him is his appearance. Just like our Old Li, he's a handsome young man known throughout the surrounding area."
Wang Chengzhu, who was in charge of firing the cannon, rolled his eyes when he heard this, his mouth moving as if he was saying something.
Ding Wei, holding the earpiece and communicating with the ground, didn't tolerate Li Yunlong and directly retorted.
"You're kidding me. With your head that looks like a chamber pot, you dare to compare your looks with Comrade Li Chang'an?"
"Her temperament, her figure, her looks, are like a celestial being descended to earth."
"In what way can you, Old Li, compare to others?"
After being lectured by Ding Wei, Li Yunlong wasn't angry at all; instead, he grinned.
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