allonlinenovel Chapter 863 Long-range Fire Coverage
Chapter 863 Long-range Fire Coverage
Liu Chengxu took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and gently placed the battle plan in his hand on the table, as if he had put aside all his hesitations and concerns. He took a step forward, clenched his hands into fists, and gave a loud order: "Everyone, pay attention, I order the four battleships to immediately start the V2 rocket launch program, target the enemy's airfield, and open fire!"
As Liu Chengxu's order was issued, the entire command room instantly became lively, with various instructions and reports coming one after another.
On the deck, the soldiers in the rocket launch area quickly entered the final stage of launch preparation. They pulled the operating levers in their hands and pressed the launch button. Twelve V2 rockets were like awakened dragons. With a huge roar and dazzling tail flames, they soared into the sky, cut through the night sky, and headed straight for the enemy's airport.
As the engines of the twelve V2 rockets were ignited at the same time, a deafening roar broke out instantly, as if the heaven and earth were trembling at this moment. The tail of the rocket spewed out blazing flames, like the breath of a fire dragon, tearing the night sky into dazzling rays of light. These rays of light intertwined together to form a spectacular and shocking picture, which made people feel awe.
The rockets slowly rose, gradually separated from the battleship's deck, and rushed towards the predetermined target - the Fuso military airport. In the night sky, they drew perfect arcs, like meteors across the sky, and like arrows of judgment sent down by the gods. Each rocket carried the anger and determination of the Chinese Navy, and they would cross a distance of hundreds of kilometers and hit the heart of the enemy.
As the rockets' flight altitude continued to increase, their speed also increased, and they eventually became the brightest stars in the night sky. When approaching the Fuso military airport, the rockets' navigation systems began to function, making fine adjustments based on preset coordinates and parameters to ensure they could hit the target accurately.
At this moment, twelve V2 rockets reached the target almost simultaneously. Without any hesitation, they dived down and crashed into the runway, hangar and apron of the airport with destructive force.
As deafening explosions sounded, flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire night sky. The buildings in the airport were blown to pieces, the planes were blown into pieces and scattered, and the entire airport instantly turned into a sea of fire and ruins.
In the deep room of the Fuso Air Force Command, the lights were dim and tense. General Tsukagawa Yoshiyasu sat at his desk, holding a heavy combat report in his hand, his brows furrowed, and his eyes revealed deep worries about the upcoming battle. Suddenly, a sudden tremor broke the silence in the room, as if the whole building was shaking, followed by low and dull explosions from a distance, one wave after another, shaking everyone's heart.
Tsukawa Yoshiyasu's face turned pale instantly. He raised his head suddenly and looked at the faint fire outside the window. He had an ominous premonition in his heart. At this moment, the door was hastily pushed open. A signalman, sweating profusely, almost rushed into the office, with an undisguised panic in his voice: "Report to the general! Airport No. 1 suffered a long-range fire attack from the enemy. The initial assessment shows that the losses are heavy. Many fighter planes were damaged and the runway was seriously damaged!"
Upon hearing this, Tsukawa Yoshiyasu dropped the report in his hand. He widened his eyes and looked at the signalman in disbelief, his voice trembling with anger: "How is this possible? This place is at least 40 kilometers away from the Chinese landing force. How can they have such a long-range artillery strike capability?"
The signalman lowered his head: "The specific situation is still unclear, but according to the on-site report, the attack came from the sea, and it may be some new type of rocket weapon."
Tsukagawa Yoshiyasu took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner turmoil. He quickly stood up and began to pace in front of the map, thinking about countermeasures.
At the same time, on the Chinese battleship, the commander of the rocket force was standing in front of the launch console, facing the flashing instrument panel and the constantly updated data on the screen. His eyes were calm and decisive, as if he had already foreseen the shock and confusion of the Fuso army.
"Attention all teams, the first round of strikes has been successful, and the target has been confirmed destroyed. Now, immediately lock on to Airport No. 2 as the target for the next round of strikes." The commander's voice spread throughout the launch area through the communicator. Every soldier responded quickly and began the intense and orderly calibration preparations.
"The navigation system has been recalibrated to ensure accuracy."
“The fuel supply is stable and ready at all times.”
"Missile warhead is in good condition and ready to launch."
As all preparations were completed one by one, the commander gave another order: "The countdown begins. Five, four, three, two, one... launch!"
A new round of rockets took off again. Like messengers of death, they cut through the night sky and roared towards Fuso's No. 2 Airport.
Twelve V2 rockets once again streaked across the sky, roaring towards Fuso's No. Airport with destructive fury.
Their tracks left dazzling streaks in the sky, like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly swinging towards this land that should have been peaceful.
Inside Airport No. 2, the lights were dim. Some Fuso pilots and ground crew members, while busy as they were, took advantage of their brief free time to gather near the maintenance factory, enjoying a rare moment of tranquility.
They were squatting or standing, holding cigarettes in their hands, chatting and laughing in the smoke, talking about the war and their longing for a peaceful life after the war. However, this tranquility was about to be completely broken.
"Hey, when do you think this war will end?" A young pilot looked up at the starry sky, his eyes full of confusion.
"Who knows? I hope we can live to see that day." An old ground crew member nearby patted him on the shoulder and sighed.
At this moment, a sharp and piercing whistle suddenly came from the sky, breaking this brief silence.
Everyone looked up at the sky involuntarily, and saw several rays of light approaching at an alarming speed in the distance. They were not meteors, nor airplanes, but messengers of death - V2 rockets.
"What is that?!" someone exclaimed, with incredible fear in his voice.
However, the only answer they got was an even more deafening explosion. The first rocket hit first, and instantly, flames shot up into the sky, heat waves rolled, and the entire maintenance factory area collapsed instantly as if it had been hit by a huge bomb. Then, subsequent rockets followed one after another, completely engulfing Airport No. 2 in a sea of fire and smoke.
The shock wave from the explosion made it impossible for people on the ground to stand firmly. They were thrown into the air by the air wave and fell heavily to the ground. The wreckage of the plane was scattered everywhere, the fuel leak intensified the spread of the fire, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning and blood.
Dozens of planes were reduced to ashes in the explosion. Hundreds of pilots and thousands of ground crew members flashed in the flames before being swallowed up by the endless darkness. Airport No. 2, a once busy military base, was now left with only a scorched earth and endless wailing.