webnovelfull Chapter 759: The Air Battle Ends and the Cannons Roar
Chapter 759: The Air Battle Ends and the Cannons Roar
As the Bachem Ba 349 interceptors pierced the sky like arrows, their roars resounded throughout the battlefield, adding a more urgent atmosphere to the dark red sky. These advanced interceptors quickly became the new focus on the battlefield with their excellent flight performance and powerful weapon systems.
Each Ba 349 is like a swift falcon, locking onto every target of the Sea of Fury bomber squadron. They flexibly shuttle through the air, using their speed advantage to keep approaching, while activating the onboard radar and infrared detection systems to ensure that they can still accurately lock onto the enemy in a complex battlefield environment.
Although the Fury Sea bomber group was well-equipped, it had to readjust its formation in the face of such a swift and precise attack, trying to resist the sudden attack with cluster defense. However, the Bachem Ba 349 interceptor was originally designed to penetrate the enemy's defense line at high speed and perform precise interception missions. They used their high-speed maneuverability and powerful firepower to continuously tear open the Fury Sea bomber group's defense network. One missile and machine gun shell after another was like the scythe of the god of death, accurately harvesting the lives of enemy aircraft.
Over the battlefield, explosions rang out one after another, and the flames and smoke intertwined into a doomsday-like scene. Under the fierce attack of the Bachem Ba 349 interceptors, the Fuso Sea bomber squadron gradually lost its combat effectiveness, and one bomber after another was shot down, forced to parachute urgently, or fled the battlefield in a hurry.
At the same time, Roll of the 2nd Air Division continuously sent instructions through the communication channel, adjusting the tactical layout to ensure that each interceptor could perform at its maximum efficiency.
As the last Sea of Fury bomber was shattered into pieces in the explosion, the Bachem Ba 349 interceptor group successfully completed the mission. They circled in the air for a moment, as if showing their achievements to their comrades, and then returned to the base in an orderly manner under the command of the commander. This aerial duel ended with the victory of the Second Air Division, and the entire battlefield temporarily restored a moment of tranquility.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the simple yet solemn combat command room, and the golden light and the combat map hanging on the wall interweave a series of victorious pictures. The commander of the Goshawk Wing, an officer in a neat flight suit, walks into the room with steady steps, with a barely perceptible fatigue on his face, but more of the pride and satisfaction after completing the mission.
He stood in front of Division Commander Roll, who was looking down at the latest battle report with a frown on his face, as if weighing every detail of the battle. Sensing the arrival of his subordinate, Division Commander Roll slowly raised his head, his eyes that had seen through many vicissitudes of life but were still sharp met the eyes of the wing commander, and the air was filled with a solemn and expectant atmosphere.
"Commander, I have something important to report." The commander's voice was low and powerful, and every word revealed his determination.
Commander Rawl nodded and motioned for him to continue.
"In this round of fierce air combat, all the soldiers of the Goshawk Wing fought bravely without fear of the strong enemy. With our excellent flying skills and tacit cooperation among the team, we destroyed no less than 100 enemy aircraft of various types. This victory not only greatly weakened the enemy's air strike force, but also won us valuable strategic advantages for subsequent ground operations."
Upon hearing this, Division Commander Roll's eyes flashed with approval. He stood up, walked around the desk, slowly came to the wing commander, patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Well done, you not only completed the task brilliantly, but more importantly, you demonstrated the strength and invincible spirit of our Second Air Division. Every drop of sweat, every sacrifice, will become the cornerstone of our victory. I am proud that we have such a team!"
As the division commander finished speaking, the atmosphere in the command room suddenly became heated. The surrounding staff officers cast admiring glances at him, and applause broke out inadvertently, which was the highest praise for the heroic performance of the Goshawk Squadron.
Deep inside the Fuso Kumamoto Fortress, the dim light barely penetrated the thick stone wall, illuminating an extremely angry face - Watanabe Huiyuan, the supreme commander of the fortress. He stood in a combat room with simple and heavy decorations. The walls were covered with combat maps and family emblems, and the air was filled with a repressive and desperate atmosphere.
The news was like an icy arrow that pierced through all of Watanabe Huihara's calmness and rationality. When the signalman reported in a trembling voice that the air raid had failed miserably and that almost none of the four carefully planned squadrons survived, his eyes instantly became like the sea before a storm, turbulent and full of anger.
"Waste! A bunch of worthless waste!" Watanabe Huiyuan roared, his voice echoing in the empty war room, as if even the walls were shaking. He kicked the low table in front of him fiercely. The solid wooden table used to place the war sand table was easily overturned to the ground like paper, making a dull loud noise. The documents and tools scattered on the ground looked even more messy in the dim light.
Watanabe Huiyuan's face was livid, and his chest rose and fell violently, as if he wanted to turn all his anger and unwillingness into this heavy blow. He turned to face the door, his eyes as sharp as torches, as if he wanted to penetrate the thick stone wall and reach the place where the "culprits" were.
Yamamoto Nijishichi, the commander of the 1st Army Aviation Division, was also wearing an officer's uniform, but at this moment he looked extremely depressed. He lowered his head and stood a few steps in front of Watanabe Huiyuan. His hands were clenched into fists, and his nails were almost embedded in his palms. Although there was no obvious change in his expression, the eyes hidden under the shadow of the military cap flashed with a complex light - unwillingness, anger, and a hint of indescribable ridicule.
Yamamoto Twenty-Seven complained in his heart. Although he didn't say it out loud, his emotions were boiling like lava under a volcano. He knew very well that the failure of the air force was not entirely because they were "vulnerable", but because the opponent was too strong, coupled with tactical mistakes and insufficient intelligence. However, in front of this furious commander, these excuses seemed pale and powerless.
"If the Air Force can't beat China, how can your Army be any better?" Although Yamamoto Twenty-Seven didn't say it out loud, he kept chewing on it in his heart, with a hint of bitterness and helplessness. He knew that the current debate would only exacerbate the internal division, and the real challenge was still waiting for them ahead.
The war room was in complete silence, broken only by the heavy breathing of Huiyuan Watanabe. The two commanders were each immersed in their own thoughts, facing a common predicament and future, their hearts filled with uncertainty and anxiety.
In the southern part of Kikuchi Prefecture, the night gradually faded away and the morning light began to appear, covering this frontline position that had been silent all night with a faint golden glow.
In this land, two majestic Gustav cannons and twelve Karl mortars have quietly completed their strategic deployment, as if a sleeping giant is about to wake up.
Following the commander's orders, these steel behemoths slowly started, their heavy tracks rolling over the solid ground, making a steady and rhythmic sound, like the pulse of the earth. In the morning light, the outline of the gun barrel appeared clearer and more majestic, and every scratch recorded their former glory and honor.
The two Gustav cannons, as the absolute overlords on the battlefield, were intimidating with their huge size and powerful firepower. Like two moving mountains, they firmly advanced 15 kilometers eastward, revealing an unstoppable momentum with every step. The muzzles slowly rose, pointing directly at the distant target - the southern part of Kikuchi Prefecture in the Kumamoto region of Fuso, which was an important node of the enemy's defense and the key to this attack.
On the flanks of the Gustav cannon, twelve Carl mortars were arranged in a more compact and flexible manner. Although they were not as spectacular as the Gustav, they also had powerful firepower and accurate shooting capabilities. The gunners were fully focused and made the final calibration and adjustment of the muzzle to ensure that every shell could accurately hit the intended target.