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

Chapter 1168 Ready to go



Chapter 1168 Ready to go

On the border of Mozhou, the camp of the Northern Division stood tall in the snow and wind.

Hundreds of military tents were neatly arranged, and each camp was surrounded by armored vehicles and military trucks to form a defensive circle. The warm lights in the tents formed a sharp contrast with the wind and snow outside. Soldiers walked through the camp in groups of three or four, and a thin layer of frost had formed on their uniforms.

"Report to the division commander," the chief of staff walked into the command tent, "The first armored regiment and the heavy artillery battalion have completed their deployment. The scouts reported that the Tsarist Russian army on the opposite side is also stepping up its deployment."

Otto stood in front of the battle map, his eyes wandering over it. On the map, red dots indicated the various strongholds of the Russian Far East Military District.

"Very good," he nodded, "Have the scouts continue to monitor the enemy's movements. Also, notify all troops to maintain combat readiness."

"Yes!" The chief of staff saluted and left the tent.

Outside the camp, the engines of the armored vehicles were still roaring, and the tracks were leaving deep marks on the snow. The artillerymen of the heavy artillery battalion were debugging the artillery to ensure that each artillery piece could be put into battle in the shortest possible time.

The tanks of the First Armored Regiment were lined up in a long line, with their turrets slowly turning, always alert to the movement on the other side of the border. The tank soldiers checked the equipment beside the vehicles to ensure that each tank was in the best condition.

"Division Commander," the signalman ran into the tent, "There's a call from Beilong City, the president has left Gangcheng and is returning to Beilong City."

Otto nodded: "I understand. Tell the troops to proceed according to the plan."

In the canteen of the camp, smoke rose up. The chefs were preparing hot meals so that the soldiers could replenish their energy in the cold.

In the medical team's tent, military doctors were also making preparations for the war. Although no one wanted to use these medical equipment, in the face of war, no preparation was too much.

As night fell, the searchlights in the camp were turned on, casting long beams of light on the snow. The alert soldiers patrolled around the camp, everyone was on edge, ready to respond to possible emergencies at any time.

In the command tent, Otto was still studying the battle map. He knew that this time the opponent was different from the past. Although the Russian Empire was no longer as powerful as before in the Far East, it was still an opponent that could not be underestimated.

"Let's see," he muttered, "how long this polar bear can keep struggling."

In the snow, the steel torrent of the Northern Division waited quietly. They were like a tiger ready to strike, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time. On the other side of the border, the soldiers of the Russian Far East Military District were also on high alert, and the two armies were facing each other, ready to fight at any moment.

Amid the heavy snow and wind, the Northland Division's command tent was brightly lit.

Otto stood in front of the huge battle sand table, his eyes were sharp. On the sand table, dense military symbols showed the deployment of both sides. Around him stood the core leaders of the Northland Division - Chief of Staff Himmler, Deputy Division Commander Delan, and the commanders of the regiments and battalions.

"Gentlemen," Otto said, "We now have two choices: one is to launch an attack immediately and catch these Russian bears off guard; the other is to show our strength and let them know that we are not to be trifled with."

Hiram stepped forward and pointed at the sand table and said, "According to the scouts' report, although the Russian Far East Military District has 34 troops, the main force is fighting against the Bird Empire. The troops on the border are equipped with old equipment and low morale. If we launch a surprise attack, we have a great chance of winning."

"But," Delan interrupted, "going to war directly may lead to a larger conflict. Although Tsarist Russia is weak, it is still a big country after all. We have to consider the overall strategy."

The commander of the Fifth Armored Regiment, Hans, nodded in agreement: "Indeed, we have to consider the subsequent impact. It is better to show our strength first and let them know our determination."

"Show your strength?" Klaus, the commander of the 34th Panzergrenadiers, sneered, "I'm afraid these bears have too thick skins and can't feel the pain."

Otto listened to the discussion, his eyes wandering across the sand table. Suddenly, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"That's it," he said solemnly, "Let's put some pressure on these bears first."

"How exactly should we do this, commander?" asked Hilem.

"From now on," Otto pointed at the sand table, "the 34th and 34th Armored Regiments will take turns conducting exercises on the border. The Armored Artillery Regiment will cooperate and conduct a firepower demonstration every four hours."

"Understood!" The armored regiment commanders responded by standing at attention.

"The 34th, 34th, and 34th Panzergrenadier Regiments," Otto continued, "will take turns conducting tactical drills. Let them see our assault capabilities."

&34;Yes!&34;

"Armored reconnaissance battalion," Otto turned to the commander of the reconnaissance battalion, "strengthen surveillance of the enemy. I want to know their every reaction."

&34;Guaranteed to complete the task!&34;

"Anti-aircraft battalion, assault gun battalion, rocket artillery battalion," Otto's voice became more and more severe, "on standby 34 hours a day, ready to display firepower at any time."

&34;Yes!&34;

"Remember," Otto looked around at everyone, "this is not a drill, this is a deterrent. Let those bears see the strength of our Northern Division!"

The officers responded in unison, and the tent was filled with a murderous atmosphere.

Soon, the various units of the Northern Division began to move. The roar of armored vehicles rose and fell, and the roar of heavy artillery cut through the sky. More than a thousand armored vehicles shuttled back and forth in the snow, demonstrating amazing mobility.

The roar of rocket launchers cut through the sky, and "Thor's Hammer" roared from time to time, shaking every inch of land on the border.

On the other side of the border, the soldiers of the Tsarist Russian army looked at this shocking scene, and many of them turned pale. They finally understood that this elite Chinese army was far more terrifying than they had imagined.

In a military camp outside Blagoveshchensk, at the headquarters of the 31th Infantry Regiment of the 127st Army, the atmosphere was solemn and depressing.

"Damn it!" Colonel Ivanov, the regiment commander, slammed the telescope on the table, "These yellow monkeys are really going too far!"

Through the window, they could clearly see the exercise on the other side of the Lisu River. The armored forces of the Northern Division were moving back and forth in the snow, and the roar of heavy artillery could be heard from time to time, shaking the windows.

"Colonel," said the chief of staff, Major Sergei, through gritted teeth, "They are provoking us! Those damn tanks and artillery have not stopped for twenty-four hours!"

"Not only that," intelligence officer Captain Petrov added, "according to observation, the other side has at least more than a thousand armored vehicles. And we..." His voice dropped.

Everyone understood what he meant. Their equipment was already outdated, and many tanks were even from the last century. Even fuel supply was a problem, and the monthly training time had to be strictly controlled.

"Assholes!" Ivanov slammed his fist on the table, "Twenty years ago, they didn't dare to do this to our Tsarist Empire!"

"But it's different now," said the artillery battalion commander Kuznetsov with a wry smile, "Listen to the sound of the artillery. It's not any artillery we are familiar with. Their equipment is too advanced."

"Are we just going to give in like this?" a young officer said excitedly, "Let these yellow monkeys show off their power in front of us?"

&34;闭嘴!&34;伊万诺夫怒吼道,&34;你以为我不想还击吗?但你看看我们的装备!连88毫米防空炮都只有四门,还都是十年前的老古董!&34;

The room fell into silence, with only the sound of cannons and the roar of engines coming from the other side.

"Damn the Byrd Empire," Sergei cursed. "If we hadn't had to deal with the Western Front, we wouldn't have been reduced to this state."


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