allonlinenovel Chapter 571: Bay North Falls and Cannot Be Recovered
Chapter 571: Bay North Falls and Cannot Be Recovered
The battlefield was filled with smoke and flames of war. The sky was dyed gray by the thick smoke. The sun shone through the thick clouds with difficulty, casting mottled light and shadows, but it could not dispel the pervasive smell of death.
All around, there were ruins and broken walls. The once bustling streets were now in ruins. The collapsed houses, broken bricks and stones, and scattered rubble silently told of the cruelty of the war. The air was filled with the smell of burning and the strong smell of blood, making it almost impossible to breathe.
The wailing of the southern soldiers rose and fell, penetrating the smoke and flames of war and reaching the ears of every soldier of the expeditionary army. They were lying in the ruins or leaning against the broken walls, their bodies covered with wounds, their uniforms stained red with blood. Their faces were filled with pain and despair, and they let out hoarse howls, as if they were accusing the heavens of the injustice of this war.
"Save me, save...save me...I don't want to die." A young soldier from the Southern government had two gunshot wounds on his body that were bleeding continuously. He was already dying and was crawling hard on the ground, leaving a long trail of blood.
But in this chaotic battlefield, medical resources are extremely limited, and many wounded can only lie on the ground, waiting for the judgment of fate.
"Xiao Ren, you go first! I'll be down to accompany you later!" The company commander who was not far from the soldier suppressed his grief, took out his pistol, and shot his soldier to death. On such a battlefield, knowing that the soldier could not be saved, perhaps giving him a bullet would be the best relief.
The company commander covered his face and his shoulders trembled, but the war was not over yet and he could not evacuate.
"Damn! These Southern bastards are really strong!" An expeditionary soldier panted, his face covered with dirt and blood. He stared at a Southern soldier in front of him with wide eyes. Although the soldier was seriously injured, he still tried to get up from the ground, picked up the weapon on the ground, and wanted to fight back.
"Stop struggling! Surrender! You have already lost!" the expeditionary soldier shouted loudly. But the southern soldier seemed not to hear his words and continued to struggle to stand up. In the end, he fell in a pool of blood and there was no movement anymore.
The battles around them continued, the sounds of gunfire, shouts and explosions intertwined to form a tragic symphony. The soldiers of the expeditionary force marched forward bravely, knowing what they were fighting for, for their country and for the expectations of 900 million compatriots.
Before the first rays of sunlight in the morning completely dispelled the chill of the night, the battle horn had already sounded over Wanbei City. As time passed, the sound of gunfire, shouting, and explosions intertwined into one, deafening. The positions of the Southern Government defenders in the city were attacked again and again, and their resistance gradually collapsed under the fierce attack of the expeditionary force.
The battle lasted from early morning until two in the afternoon.
The two division-level troops under Zhong Jiasheng were once the pride of the southern army, but now they were almost completely annihilated in this brutal battle. Their battle flags fell in a pool of blood, and their former bravery and glory turned to ashes on the battlefield. Even the 76th Regiment, which Zhong Jiasheng personally led and commanded, was defeated under the fierce attack of the Second Army, leaving behind cold corpses, and was forced to retreat to the Beixiong District in the north of the bay.
This is the area where the Southern Government Central Government Building is located, and it is also the last line of defense for the Southern Government’s defenders. The once magnificent building now appears dilapidated under the baptism of artillery fire, and the bullet holes and cracks on the walls record the cruelty of the war. The Southern Government’s original defenders in the city numbered more than 60,000, but after a day of bloody fighting, there are now less than 30,000 left, with extremely heavy casualties.
A large number of soldiers, with their wills broken, gave up resistance in despair and began to flee in large numbers. They threw down their weapons and raised their hands to surrender to the expeditionary army. On the streets, surrendered southern soldiers could be seen everywhere, walking slowly under the escort of the expeditionary army, their faces full of fear and helplessness.
In the presidential office on the fifth floor of the South Government Building, Chang Tai stood quietly in front of the window, looking out at the scene calmly. There was no excessive expression on his face, only the occasional frown revealed his inner tension. There was a cigarette in his right hand, but he didn't seem to be in the mood to smoke, just letting it burn quietly at his fingertips.
Outside the window, there was a cruel and real scene on the battlefield. The flames shot up into the sky, the smoke filled the air, and the occasional explosions and gunshots made people's hearts palpitate. But Chang Tai's eyes seemed to penetrate all of this and fell on a farther place. His heart was full of worry and uneasiness. He knew that from the moment the war officially began, the fate of the Southern Government was doomed.
Although Chang Tai appeared calm on the surface at this moment, his slightly trembling arms showed that he was not at peace.
Amid the chaos and smoke of Wanbei City, the expeditionary force's commander Chen Tong stood on a high ground, staring intently at the southern country's government center in the distance.
This building was once a symbol of power and dignity in the South.
There was no trace of emotion on Chen Tong's face, but his eyes flashed with coldness and determination.
He took a deep breath, turned around and ordered the adjutant beside him: "Tell the rocket troops to prepare to launch rockets. I want that building to be completely reduced to ashes." His voice was calm and powerful, as if he was stating a fact that had already been decided.
In an open space in Wanbei City, 120 Katyusha rocket launchers and 80 Hail rocket launchers were lined up in an orderly manner, with the steel gun bodies reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, like a giant steel dragon entrenched on the land. The barrels of the rocket launchers pointed straight to the sky, as if announcing the impending destruction to the entire city.
The commander of the Rocket Brigade stood on the high ground, holding a telescope, his eyes firm and cold. He looked at the Southern Central Government Building in the distance. That was their target and the obstacle they had to destroy. He took a deep breath, picked up the communicator, and conveyed the order in a firm and loud voice: "Everyone of the Rocket Brigade, get ready - fire!"
As the order was issued, the entire rocket position instantly became excited. The artillerymen skillfully operated the rocket launchers, and rockets were quickly loaded into the launch tubes. With a rapid countdown, hundreds of rockets whizzed out like arrows from a bow, instantly piercing the sky and rushing towards the South Country Central Government Building.
At this moment, the sky seemed to be on fire, and thousands of rockets drew magnificent arcs in the air, like meteors streaking across the sky. Their trajectories intertwined, forming a dense network of fire that covered the sky and was suffocating.
The Southern Central Government Building was extremely vulnerable under the fire net. As the first wave of rockets exploded, the area around the building was instantly engulfed in flames. The explosion was deafening, as if it was going to tear the entire city apart. The flames and smoke intertwined to form a chaos.