webnovelfull Chapter 737: The Abyss of Despair in Nanjiu City
Chapter 737: The Abyss of Despair in Nanjiu City
After receiving the intelligence that the Second Air Division would arrive in the Kashima area in two days to assist them in the battle, Ze Yu showed a long-lost sense of relief and determination on his face. He knew very well that the arrival of this critical moment not only meant the strengthening of air support, but also a huge blow to the enemy's psychological defense line.
He quickly returned to the operations room, where the lights were bright and the walls were covered with detailed maps and battle plans. Zheng Zeyu stood in front of the map, staring at the location of Nanjiuzhou City, with a cold light flashing in his eyes. He picked up the microphone on the table, his voice was steady and powerful, and he issued the latest combat instructions to the entire army through the communication network.
"Attention all troops, I am Zheng Zeyu. I have just received important intelligence that the Fuso troops that came to rescue Nanjiuzhou Castle have been completely annihilated by our brave soldiers. This victory is the result of the joint efforts of all our soldiers, and it is also a powerful response to the enemy's arrogance!"
After a brief pause, Zheng Zeyu's voice became even colder: "This also means that the remnants of the Changfeng Division who are resisting in Nanjiuzhou City have lost all their support and hope. They are like a group of trapped animals on an isolated island, and only destruction awaits them."
He then issued a specific combat mission to the commander of the Rocket Brigade: "Rocket Brigade, now it's your turn. I order you to prepare immediately, assemble all available rocket launchers and launchers, and provide long-range fire coverage to Nanjiuzhou City. Remember, the goal of this operation is not only to eliminate the enemies in the city, but also to destroy their fighting spirit and turn the entire Nanjiuzhou City into ruins in the sea of fire!"
Zheng Zeyu's words were full of unquestionable authority and determination. Every word he said was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of every soldier. The commanders of the Rocket Brigade acted quickly. They knew the difficulty and glory of the task and expressed their determination to go all out and live up to the mission.
As the combat order was issued, the soldiers of the Rocket Brigade began to get busy. They nervously and orderly checked each rocket to ensure that they were in the best condition. The artillery on the launch position was debugged one by one, and the muzzle was aimed at the distant Nanjiuzhou Castle.
In the southern Kyushu city, an atmosphere of deathly silence and despair enveloped every corner. Asakawa Ichiro, the commander of the Changfeng Division, the once majestic imperial lieutenant general, now seemed like a body that had been drained of all its strength, slumped helplessly on the broken sofa in the command center.
Under the dim light, his face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, forming a sharp contrast with the coldness of the surroundings.
His eyes stared into the distance, as if he could see the unpredictable fate of the outside world through the wall. The wound on his leg had become an unspeakable pain. Due to the lack of proper medical treatment and medication for a long time, it had become seriously infected. The skin around it was swollen and red, and the center was ulcerated. From time to time, yellow pus slowly flowed out, emitting waves of disgusting stench. Asakawa Ichiro tried to wipe it gently with a handkerchief, but it was in vain. The pain was still there, tormenting every inch of his nerves.
On the dining table not far away, a bowl of dark sauce soup and a small mouthful of white rice were particularly eye-catching. This simple food was a rare luxury in the city where supplies were extremely scarce. However, for Ichiro Asakawa, they were like tasteless chewing wax, difficult to swallow. His heart was filled with bitterness and helplessness, and the glory and splendor of the past seemed to have become an unattainable dream.
In the entire command center, there was no other sound except for Ichiro Asakawa's heavy breathing and the occasional sound of pus dripping. The map hanging on the wall had long been scorched black by the flames of war, and the markings on it were blurred and had lost their former guiding function. The surrounding walls were covered with bullet holes and scorched marks, telling of the brutal battles that this city had experienced.
It is conceivable that even the division commander Ichiro Asakawa has fallen into such a miserable situation, and the soldiers under the Changfeng Division are in an even more worrying situation. They may be hiding in some dilapidated corner, enduring the torture of hunger, cold and pain;
Perhaps they are huddled under the ruins, waiting for death that may come at any time. There may still be a desire for life in their eyes, but more of it is endless despair and confusion. In this cruel war, they have become a forgotten corner, waiting for the final judgment of fate.
With the supply line completely cut off, the remaining soldiers of the Changfeng Division fell into an unprecedented desperate situation. In the hospital and the temporary rescue station, the air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant and rotten meat, interweaving into a suffocating despair.
Most of the wounded soldiers' wounds had become festered and rotten due to the lack of effective cleaning and medical treatment for a long time, becoming a breeding ground for bacteria.
The high fever attacked their bodies like a demon, dragging them step by step into the abyss of death. Many soldiers struggled between coma and wakefulness, their eyes full of desire for life and fear of death, but in the end, they closed their eyes powerlessly and left this world forever.
The remaining 5,000 defeated soldiers of the entire division were now huddled in various corners of the city, lacking food and clothing, and their morale was at rock bottom. Their faces were filled with exhaustion and despair, and their eyes had lost their former brilliance.
The wind blew through the dilapidated walls and roofs, ruthlessly corroding their already fragile bodies, while hunger gnawed at their wills like a wild beast. Medicines were scarce, and even the most basic wound treatment became a luxury. They could only watch their companions fall one by one, their hearts filled with powerlessness and grief.
At this moment, the adjutant walked into the headquarters with a worried look on his face. He looked at the pale and haggard Asakawa Ichiro, and an indescribable sadness surged in his heart.
He suppressed his inner grief and reported even more cruel news to Asakawa Ichiro: "Division Commander, our reinforcements have all been destroyed, and Commander-in-Chief Yamamoto is also in trouble and has lost contact with us. The Northwestern Army outside the city has completed the encirclement of us and is ready to launch an attack at any time."
When Asakawa Ichiro heard this, the sword in his hand trembled slightly. He looked down at his sword that had accompanied him on the battlefield. The blade was still shining coldly, but at this moment it seemed to be telling of endless sorrow.
He raised his head, his lips were covered with yellow blisters, dry and cracked, and his voice was extremely hoarse: "Gather all the soldiers who can still move and prepare to break out. We, the warriors of Fuso, must die on the battlefield, even if we have to die, rather than starve to death here! We must fight for the honor of the empire until the last moment!"