novelden Chapter 729: No Way to Escape from the Overwhelming Rockets
Chapter 729: No Way to Escape from the Overwhelming Rockets
"All artillery companies, listen up and execute the 'Night Storm' tactic!" Liu Ershun's voice was clearly transmitted to every rocket launcher through the communication system. He continued: "Arrange 24 'Hail' multiple rocket launchers and 48 'Katyusha' rocket launchers to form a dense firepower network. Use the 'synchronous shooting' tactic to ensure that each rocket can accurately cover the enemy's evacuation route and deliver a devastating blow!"
"Adjust the gun position, calibrate the azimuth and elevation angle, use the laser rangefinder to verify the distance, and ensure that all shooting parameters are correct!" The commander of the rocket regiment responded quickly, blurting out a series of orders, directing the gunners to carry out intensive pre-war preparations.
"The fuse is set to delay detonation to enhance the blasting effect and cover a wider area!" He added that this is to maximize the explosive power of the rocket and cause effective damage even when the enemy is moving at high speed.
As the last report of "ready" came, Liu Ershun took a deep breath and ordered in a deep voice: "Three, two, one, fire!"
Instantly, the night sky was lit up by fire, and more than 600 rockets rose into the sky like angry fire, breaking through the silence of the night sky, and with a deafening roar, they rushed straight to the enemy's retreat route. Each rocket was like a messenger of death, carrying the power of destruction and justice, whistling towards the enemy.
Following Liu Ershun's order, more than 150 MM high-explosive rockets were released suddenly as if from the gates of hell, piercing the night sky with the force of thunder and lightning, and directly hitting the place where the main force of the Mingzhao Division had to evacuate. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the entire battlefield was dominated by an irresistible force.
The sound of rockets piercing the air was completely drowned out by the huge explosions that followed. Each roar was like a roar between heaven and earth, shaking everyone's heart. The shells fell at an extremely fast speed, like a giant hammer wielded by the god of death, ruthlessly smashing into the area where the enemy troops were densely packed. In an instant, the sky turned upside down, smoke rose up, and the entire area was shrouded in chaos.
The air waves generated by the explosion rolled, throwing the surrounding dust, gravel and even human body parts into the sky, and were quickly pulled back to the ground by the strong airflow, forming a raging storm. Shell craters emerged like mushrooms after rain, some were bottomless, and some were connected by continuous explosions, tearing the originally flat land into pieces. The fire and smoke intertwined, dyeing the night sky a strange orange-red, illuminating every corner of this brutal battle.
Under such fierce artillery fire, the main force of the Mingzhao Division suffered a devastating blow. The soldiers' wails and cries for help were completely drowned out by the sound of the artillery fire, and their figures became blurred in the smoke and fire. Blood gathered like streams, eventually forming shocking rivers of blood, winding across the battlefield. Broken guns, scattered equipment, shattered chariot wreckage, and countless corpses were scattered across the battlefield, forming a horrific picture.
This sudden attack plunged the soldiers of the Mingzhao Division into unprecedented panic and despair. They tried to find shelter, but in this land ravaged by artillery fire, any shelter seemed so pale and powerless. The shouts of escape, the cries of despair, and the roar of explosions intertwined to form a tragic symphony of death.
The Mingzhao Division, a force once known for its iron wall, was now like a broken boat hit by strong winds and huge waves. It was tottering in the dense rain of rockets and eventually fell into irreparable chaos and despair.
The aftermath of the explosion continued to reverberate, shaking the air. On the battlefield, thick smoke billowed and flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the night sky as bright as day. In this land of death, the bravery and tenacity of the soldiers of the Ming Zhao Division seemed so fragile and vulnerable under the ruthless artillery fire.
The wailing and screaming came one after another, interweaving into a heart-pounding death movement. Some of these voices came from seriously injured soldiers, whose bodies were torn apart by shrapnel or whose limbs were broken by the shock wave of the explosion, and they were lying in a pool of blood and struggling in pain; some came from soldiers who had mental breakdowns, who witnessed the tragic situation of their comrades, but were powerless to change it, and could only wail in despair.
Broken limbs were scattered all over the ground, and blood flowed like a stream, dyeing the land a shocking red. These limbs once belonged to living soldiers, but now they can only lie quietly on the cold ground as a cruel witness of this war.
The surviving soldiers had distorted faces and eyes full of fear and despair. Some of them were missing arms and legs, and they crawled hard in the ruins, trying to find a glimmer of hope for life; others lay on the ground, shouting the names of their comrades with all their strength, but only received silent responses. The whole battlefield seemed to have turned into a hell on earth with grief everywhere.
In this chaos and despair, the will of the Ming Zhao Division was completely defeated. The discipline and unity they once prided themselves on seemed so small and powerless under such dense rocket coverage. At this moment, they could only let fate take its course and wait for an unknown outcome.
Tokugawa Mitsuka sat in his command vehicle, surrounded by a mixture of silence and chaos.
Outside the car window, the charred shell holes were like hideous wounds scattered all over the battlefield, each telling of the tragic devastation that had just occurred. Although the fire had gradually dimmed, the air was still filled with thick smoke and the smell of blood, making it suffocating.
His eyes were empty and lifeless, as if they had lost focus, and he just mechanically scanned the scene outside. Although those wailing and screaming were separated by thick armor plates, they still penetrated his heart and made him feel palpitations and pain.
He knew very well that behind these voices were lives that were disappearing. They were brave warriors of the Fuso Empire who could only helplessly wait for the judgment of fate.
Tokugawa Mitsuka's heart was filled with unprecedented despair and powerlessness. He had commanded and planned in countless battles, but at this moment, facing the suffocating firepower and tactical advantages of the Chinese army, he felt unprecedented frustration and confusion.
He realized that they were lagging behind their opponents in terms of combat power, equipment and tactics, and the outcome of the war seemed doomed.
However, as a commander, he knew that he could not fall. He had to stabilize the morale of the troops, lead the remaining soldiers to continue evacuating, and preserve their strength for the next day. So, he took a deep breath, forced down the despair and powerlessness in his heart, and made his voice sound as firm and powerful as possible.
"Attention, all troops! Stay calm and continue to implement the evacuation plan!" He gave orders via the radio, his voice revealing unquestionable majesty. At the same time, he ordered the staff and messengers around him to ensure that every order could be accurately conveyed to each unit.
Although Tokugawa Mitsuka was filled with sympathy and pity for the seriously injured soldiers, he had to make a cruel decision - to ignore them. He knew that on such a battlefield, every minute and every second was crucial, and they could not afford the risk and cost of evacuating with the wounded. This decision made him feel heartbroken, but he also understood that it was for the survival of more soldiers and the future of the empire.