EBE Chapter 1217 Half of Khabarovsk City is Gone
Chapter 1217 Half of Khabarovsk City is Gone
On the way back, the commander of the air strike formation reported the results of the battle to the ground command center through an encrypted channel.
"Reporting to headquarters, this is the air strike formation. All three mother of bombs hit the target, and the effect exceeded expectations. The enemy's command center was completely destroyed, the air defense system was paralyzed, and the logistics supply area turned into a sea of fire."
The commander's voice was filled with excitement that could not be concealed: "According to the feedback from the reconnaissance aircraft, the damage caused by the explosion is extremely extensive. The enemy's defense system cannot be restored in a short time."
Li Haman was in the command center of Heijiang Airport, listening carefully to every detail. After confirming that the air raid had achieved an overwhelming victory, he immediately ordered the communicator: "Connect to the communication channel of Colonel Keningan."
Soon, communication was established. Keningan's voice came from the communicator: "Commander Li Haman, we have seen the explosion. The scene... is shocking."
"Keningan," Lee Hamman's voice was full of passion, "our air strikes have achieved a decisive victory. The Mother of Three Bombs has completely destroyed the enemy's command system. Kulikov and his staff were all killed, and the enemy is now leaderless."
He continued: "Not only that, their air defense system has been paralyzed. I just received a reconnaissance report that the enemy's air defense positions have suffered heavy losses, and the remaining sporadic resistance is not a concern. The logistics supply area was bombed into a sea of fire, and the enemy's ammunition and fuel reserves were basically scrapped."
Keningan clenched his fists in the snow. He knew that this was the best chance for the 98th Mountain Infantry Regiment.
"Now is the best time to launch a strong attack on Khabarovsk," Li Haman said firmly, "The enemy's morale has collapsed and the defense system is useless. Your assault troops can act immediately."
"Understood," Cunningham responded, "We are ready to attack at any time."
Li Haman added: "I will let the fighter formation continue to cruise in the air to provide you with air support. If we find any signs that the enemy is organizing a large-scale counterattack, we will immediately suppress it with firepower."
"Thank you for your support," Keningan said, "I believe that with the cooperation of the Air Force, we will be able to capture Khabarovsk."
"Remember," Li Haman reminded, "speed is the key. While the enemy has not yet recovered from the blow, you must advance quickly and control the key positions. Once we occupy the commanding heights, the entire city of Khabarovsk will fall into our hands."
Keningan began to issue attack orders to each company via radio: "Everyone, pay attention, prepare to attack. Target: Khabarovsk. The enemy's command system has been destroyed and the defense system has been paralyzed. This is our chance, we must seize it!"
"Everyone," Keningan's voice rang out over the radio, "Target Khabarovsk, launch the attack!"
In the snow, soldiers of the 98th Mountain Infantry Regiment stood up from their hiding places and began to advance towards Khabarovsk. They were dressed in white camouflage uniforms and moved like ghosts in the snow.
"First Company, occupy the high ground on the east side!" Keningan gave the order, "Second Company, Third Company, outflanking from both wings to cut off the enemy's possible retreat route!"
The company commanders quickly passed the order to the platoon leaders, who then passed it to the squad leaders. The entire team was like a precision machine, with every part running efficiently.
"Pay attention to concealment," the deputy commander reminded in the communication, "We don't have heavy firepower support, speed is our biggest advantage!"
The soldiers bent over and used the terrain to cover their advance. They carried light weapons: assault rifles, grenades, and light machine guns. Everyone tried to reduce the weight as much as possible to ensure maximum mobility.
"Report," a scout's voice came, "We have found some scattered enemy positions ahead, please give us instructions."
"Go around," Keningan ordered decisively, "Don't fight too long, go straight to the vital point!"
In the snow, the soldiers' footsteps were absorbed by the thick snow. They approached their prey silently like wolves, and every step was filled with determination to win.
"Fourth Company, pay attention," Kningan continued to command, "prepare to storm the front line. Remember, the enemy's command system has been paralyzed, seize the opportunity of their confusion!"
As the distance shortened, the outline of Khabarovsk became clearer in the snow. The smoke from the air raid was still hovering over the city, and the flames of explosions flashed from time to time.
"Attention everyone," Keningham's voice was firm and powerful. "We are the elite of the mountain troops. Nothing can stop us. Charge! For victory!"
When the 98th Mountain Infantry Regiment advanced to less than one kilometer away from the city of Khabarovsk, everyone was shocked by the scene before them.
"Oh my God..." a company commander exclaimed in a low voice.
Half the city seemed to have experienced a doomsday catastrophe. The power of the mother of three bombs was far beyond anyone's imagination. The once solid concrete bunkers were blown to pieces, and the steel bars were twisted and deformed, exposed like the skeleton of a giant beast. The fortifications were almost completely razed to the ground, and the trenches and barbed wire that should have stopped them were now buried deep under the rubble.
"Reporting to the regiment commander," a scout reported via radio, "The eastern defense line... has been basically destroyed, and there are almost no defenders to be seen."
Cunningham raised his telescope and observed the city carefully. Thick smoke was still rising, covering most of the sky. The air was filled with smoke and the smell of burning. Occasionally, some sporadic explosions could be seen, which were the ignited ammunition depots continuing to explode.
"There should have been a heavy machine gun position here," the deputy regiment commander said, pointing to the ruins ahead, "but now... there is nothing left."
The soldiers moved forward cautiously, stepping on the rubble and twisted steel. Occasionally, they could see the remains of some enemy soldiers, most of which were torn to pieces by the shock wave of the explosion. The scene was unbearable to watch.
"Attention," Keningan reminded the troops, "although the main force of the enemy has been destroyed, we must still remain vigilant."
An old soldier squatted down and picked up a piece of concrete debris on the ground: "General, these fortifications... were built to the standard of being able to withstand heavy artillery bombardment. But now..."
He didn't finish his words, but everyone understood. The power of the mother of bombs was beyond the scope of conventional warfare. Those defense facilities that were supposed to be indestructible were as fragile as paper in front of this destructive weapon.
"We found some fleeing soldiers ahead," another scout reported, "and they seem to have completely lost their will to fight and are fleeing in all directions."
Keningan nodded: "Orders should be passed down to treat the surrendered enemy prisoners well. Our goal is to occupy the city, not to massacre."
The troops continued to advance into the city. With each step forward, they could see more signs of destruction. Buildings collapsed one after another, and defenses were destroyed one after another. The once impregnable city of Khabarovsk was now a ruin.
"This is not a war," a young soldier muttered. "This is... this is a natural disaster."
Keningan looked at the scene in front of him with mixed feelings. They thought they would encounter stubborn resistance, but they found that the enemy had lost its combat capability in the air raid. The city's defense system was useless under the attack of the mother of bombs.
"Keep going," he ordered, "occupy the commanding heights and control the key positions. Khabarovsk is ours now."