Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 1181 Mission Completed



Chapter 1181 Mission Completed

"The second wave!" Li Haman's order came, "Destroyer formation, clear the ground missile positions!"

Ten "Destroyer" heavy fighters swooped down from the clouds. Their 34mm cannons began to fire, destroying the exposed SA-34 missile launchers one by one.

"Bunker! Get into the bunker!" Konovalov screamed into the communicator, "All missile vehicles move immediately!"

But it was too late. The "Hornet" formation had already set its sights on these moving targets. The heavy fighter jets equipped with advanced sights accurately sent rockets into the armor gaps of the missile vehicles.

"Sir! We have lost half of our anti-aircraft firepower!" the staff officer reported in horror.

&34;The eleventh anti-aircraft tower was also hit!&34;

&34;The enemy planes are adjusting their formation and preparing for the second round of attack! &34;

At this moment, six Ta 152H high-altitude fighters suddenly appeared above the air defense tower. They seized a gap in the air defense firepower network and began to carry out precision strikes on the remaining air defense facilities.

&34;飞燕1号呼叫指挥部,&34;陈少校报告,&34;敌人的主要防空火力已被摧毁。请求&39;雷霆&39;编队展开第二阶段轰炸。&34;

"Approved!" Lee Hamman immediately ordered, "Everyone, pay attention, start clearing the anti-tank position!"

Konovalov watched helplessly as his carefully arranged air defense system was gradually disintegrated. The tactical quality and firepower coordination displayed by the Chinese Air Force far exceeded his expectations.

"Retreat!" He finally gave the order, "All anti-aircraft forces, evacuate your positions immediately! Move to underground bunkers!"

The sky over Blagoveshchensk was controlled by the Chinese Air Force. This air-to-ground confrontation ended with the collapse of the Russian air defense system.

Over Blagoveshchensk, the Chinese Air Force's bomber formation began a full-scale bombing of the enemy base.

"Thunderbolt 34 calling everyone," the bomber wing commander's voice sounded on the radio, "The target area has been cleared, and full-scale bombing has begun."

Dozens of He-111 and Ju-87 bombers lined up in the sky, with the bomb bay doors under their bellies slowly opening. Each bomber carried several tons of bombs, ready to launch a devastating attack on the enemy base.

&34;目标锁定,&34;雷霆2号报告,&34;投弹!&34;

Bombs whizzed down from the sky, trailing long flames and landing accurately at key locations in the enemy base.

&34;命中目标!&34;雷霆3号兴奋地喊道,&34;敌人的弹药库被引爆!&34;

A huge explosion echoed in the base, the ammunition depot was blown to pieces, and flames shot up into the sky. Then, the fuel depot was also hit, thick smoke billowed up, and the entire base was shrouded in a sea of ​​fire.

&34;继续投弹!&34;雷霆1号下令,&34;确保每一个目标都被摧毁!&34;

The bomber formation circled in the air, bombing the enemy's command center, communication facilities, hangars, barracks and other important targets in turn. Each bomb was accompanied by a huge explosion, and the ground buildings were blown to pieces.

"Thunder 34, target locked, drop bombs!" Another wave of bombs accurately hit the enemy's air defense command center, and the entire building was razed to the ground in an instant.

"Thunderbolt 34, pay attention to the left wing," the wing commander reminded, "there is still an oil depot that has not been destroyed."

"Understood," Thunderbolt 34 adjusted its course, "Target locked, drop the bomb!"

As the last bomb fell, the oil depot at the enemy base was completely destroyed, with flames and thick smoke rising into the sky.

"Attention everyone," Thunder 34 ordered, "Mission accomplished, prepare to return."

In this fierce bombing, the enemy base in Blagoveshchensk suffered a devastating blow. The precise strikes and powerful firepower of the Chinese Air Force completely destroyed the enemy's military facilities and cleared the way for the ground forces' offensive.

Blagoveshchensk underground command post.

Colonel Konovalov sat slumped in his command chair, his face ashen. Through the ventilation duct, he could still hear the explosions outside. Every roar was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart.

"Comrade Colonel..." A staff officer carefully handed over the latest battle report.

Konovalov took the report, but his hands were shaking slightly. In just two hours, the air defense system he was so proud of was completely destroyed, the carefully deployed anti-tank positions were reduced to ruins, and the military base he was so proud of became a sea of ​​fire.

&34;Loss statistics:

- 12 air defense towers, 11 destroyed, 1 severely damaged

- SA-2 missile launcher, 80% loss

- Anti-aircraft artillery positions, all paralyzed

- Command Center destroyed

- Communication system down

- All fuel depots burned down

- The ammunition depot was detonated

- Logistical supply facilities were severely damaged...&34;

"That's enough!" Konovalov suddenly flew into a rage and threw the report to the ground, "How can we fight this war? How can we fight this war?!"

A communications officer came running over: "Comrade Colonel, urgent news from the front! China's armored forces have begun to gather towards Heilongjiang, and they are likely to prepare to cross the river..."

"What can we use to stop it?" Konovalov roared. "The anti-aircraft firepower is gone! The anti-tank guns have been blown up! The supply is cut off! The communication is cut off! There is not even a damn radio station that is intact!"

There was dead silence in the command post, with only the sound of Konovalov's heavy breathing.

"Ten years..." he muttered to himself, "The defense we spent ten years building was destroyed just like that..."

Another violent explosion was heard from the ground. The ceiling lights of the command post swayed slightly, and scattered dust fell.

Konovalov suddenly laughed, a bitter laugh: "We underestimated the Chinese Air Force. Their tactics, equipment, and training level..." He shook his head, "far exceeded our expectations."

"Comrade Colonel," the chief of staff asked in a low voice, "do you want to ask the military district for support?"

"Support?" Konovalov smiled bitterly. "Even if support arrives, where to put it? The airport is gone, the fuel is gone, the ammunition is gone..."

He stood up and walked to the battle map on the wall. Looking at the "destroyed" targets marked in red, he seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

"Send a message to the military district," his voice was hoarse and tired, "The Blagoveshchensk Line no longer exists..."

Heijiang Military Airport, noon.

In the blue sky, teams of fighter planes were landing one after another. On the runway, ground crews were busy in an orderly and tense manner, repairing and resupplying the fighter planes that had just completed their mission.

&34;All Thunder formations have landed! &34;

&34;The Sword Formation is approaching! &34;

"Flying Swallow Formation requests landing!"

Li Haman stood in front of the control tower, watching the fighter planes return safely, with a gleam of relief in his eyes.

When the last Ta 152H landed safely, Lee Hamman pressed the radio button: "All pilots, assemble in the airport auditorium immediately."


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