EBE Chapter 893: Sparks of Fire, White Phosphorus Bombs Released
Chapter 893: Sparks of Fire, White Phosphorus Bombs Released
Inside the Air Force headquarters, the lights were on. A huge mountain map was spread out on the conference table, covered with dense marks and lines. General Lee Harman stood in front of the map, his hands behind his back, scanning the map.
"All the information sent back by the reconnaissance teams has been summarized," Li Haman said in a deep voice, "Based on this intelligence, we have marked the coordinates of twelve locations where there are suspected enemy activities."
He turned and looked at the combat staff around him, signaling them to adjust the combat plan of the Stuka formation.
"Stuka formation, listen up!" Li Haman picked up the microphone and spoke firmly and forcefully, "According to the latest reconnaissance intelligence, we will carry out precision strikes on twelve suspected enemy activity areas. The formation is now divided into twelve independent teams, each responsible for a coordinate location, using white phosphorus bombs for blanket bombing."
He paused for a moment and scanned every mark on the map again, making sure that every detail had been properly arranged. "Remember, our goal is to completely destroy the enemy's hidden positions and weaken their combat effectiveness. The action must be swift and accurate, without any mistakes!"
Team 1 quietly moved over the dense forest at the southern foot of Yuncong Mountain. As they gradually approached target point 4, the surrounding environment became more mysterious and harsh. In early winter, the forest had quietly changed into winter clothes, showing a different kind of tranquility and grandeur.
Above 600 meters above sea level, the snow line quietly appears, as if it is the invisible boundary of nature dividing the seasons. Snowflakes lightly fall on the branches, covering the originally lush trees with a layer of silver. Occasionally, dark tree trunks not covered by snow are exposed in the forest, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding white snow, adding a bit of winter's unique charm. The cold wind is more violent in this high-altitude area, shuttling through the forest, making bursts of whistling sounds, as if telling the majesty and inviolability of winter.
There are many types of trees, mainly coniferous forests, such as fir and spruce, which resist the cold with their tenacity. The pine needles are covered with crystal clear icicles, shining brightly, and are even more vibrant in the sun. Occasionally, a few deciduous broad-leaved trees can be seen. Although they have removed the prosperity of summer, only a few stubborn dead leaves remain on the branches, which also adds a bit of bleak beauty to this winter painting.
Wang Ke, captain of the No. 1 squad, sat in the cockpit of the Stuka bomber, gripping the joystick tightly and staring at the ground target gradually approaching in front of him.
Through the wireless communication system in the headset, he gave the final order to the team members: "Everyone, pay attention, the No. 1 team is about to enter the attack position and prepare to drop white phosphorus bombs. We must teach the enemy an unforgettable lesson and make this land their nightmare!"
Following Wang Ke's order, the atmosphere in the cabin instantly became tense and solemn.
The pilots quickly adjusted their flight attitude to ensure that their position was accurate.
"Three, two, one, release!" Wang Ke's voice rang out in the headset, like a thunder, instantly breaking the silence in the cabin.
Twenty Stuka bombers pressed the release button almost at the same time. The magazines slowly opened, and one white phosphorus bomb after another flew towards the target area like messengers of death.
White phosphorus bombs drew dazzling arcs in the air, and they rushed to the ground mercilessly with destructive power.
When the first white phosphorus bomb touched the ground, a dazzling white light burst out instantly, followed by a loud "bang". The white phosphorus quickly burned in the air, releasing a large amount of high temperature and smoke.
"Look, that flame!" a pilot exclaimed, his voice filled with shock and excitement. The burning area of white phosphorus expanded rapidly, and the flames devoured everything around them like a greedy beast. Trees and vegetation quickly withered and turned to ashes under the licking of the flames. Thick smoke billowed up, covering half of the sky, turning the area into a living hell.
"Keep the formation and keep dropping bombs!" Wang Ke commanded calmly, his voice transmitted to every team member through the headset. The Stuka bombers continued to dive and drop bombs, and each bomb drop seemed to announce their despair to the enemy.
As time went on, the entire target area was covered by raging fire. The fire continued to spread, and the thick smoke and flames intertwined to form a shocking picture.
As the No. 1 squadron successfully carried out the attack, the remaining eleven Stuka squadrons also arrived over their respective target areas one after another. The sky seemed to be torn apart by the roar of fighter planes, which shuttled between the Yuncong Mountain and the Dafeng Mountain Range with the force of thunder, carrying out the same destructive mission.
"Prepare to drop bombs, everyone pay attention!" The captains of each team gave orders almost at the same time, and the voices echoed in the pilots' ears through the headphones.
Immediately afterwards, one Stuka bomber after another swooped down like a huge iron bird, heading straight for the hidden enemy positions on the ground.
In an instant, the sky seemed to have opened countless gates of hell, and white phosphorus bombs were like huge hailstones pouring down, carrying a scorching breath of death, whistling and hitting every inch of land in the target area.
These deadly warheads ignited the moment they hit the ground, instantly lighting up many corners of the Dafeng Mountains. The flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire night sky.
The cold wind of early winter did not slow down the fire, but helped it. The dry air was like a flammable medium, allowing the flames to spread recklessly. The wind helped the fire, and within a few minutes, half of the Dafeng Mountains were engulfed by the raging fire.
The trees turned to charcoal, the vegetation turned to ashes, and the air was filled with a pungent burnt smell and thick smoke, making people suffocate.
In the light of the fire, the Stuka bomber formation was like the messenger of death, circling and evacuating above the sea of fire, leaving behind a series of horrific scenes.
The tranquility and harmony of the Dafeng Mountains were completely broken, replaced by endless disasters and destruction.
Inside the cave, the dim light barely illuminated the space, and the air was filled with tension and anxiety. Colonel Yamamoto paced anxiously, his eyes full of worry and uneasiness.
Suddenly, a soldier rushed into the cave in a panic, and reported breathlessly: "Colonel Yamamoto, it's bad, the entire southern foot of Yuncong Mountain has been on fire, the fire is extremely fierce, and it is about to spread to the cave!"
Colonel Yamamoto's face changed drastically when he heard this. He quickly calmed down, knowing that he had to respond quickly at this moment.
He decisively ordered: "Quick! Let someone find a way to put out the fire, dig trenches, and prevent the flames from burning to us!" Then, he gritted his teeth and whispered, "Damn Chinese, they actually set fire to the mountain, aren't they afraid of the punishment of the mountain god!"
However, anger and cursing could not change the status quo, and Colonel Yamamoto knew this very well. He quickly organized the soldiers to deal with the emergency and sent people to find possible ways to extinguish the fire.