China (country) made a war declaration to the whole world.

To a friend of the world who is okay and peaceful:

Friend, I'm sorry, like you, we don't want to see war,

Especially this kind of miserable

Friends, I'm sorry, we had to fight back,

Because surrender does not stop greed and killing

Friend, I'm sorry if this war hurt you

Please understand that we are forced to do so

To the aggressors and those who attempt to invade:

We've given you a chance

But you are blinded by interests

We have counseled you

What you have rewarded us with missile bayonets

We taught you a lesson

It makes you more cold-blooded and cruel

Looking at the corpses of the Manchurian people, we solemnly swear here:

There will be no more negotiations in the course of this war

Even if you get out of our territory, you can't do it

You must redouble our suffering

Our sorrows will become your cries and tears

That humble, slaughtered nation has died in your fire

And buried by the snow of early winter

It will be an avenger who will stand up in the midst of death and grave

An avenger who only believes in blood debt and blood payment!

Jinan Front!

The enemy on the Shandong Peninsula was dominated by the 1411th and 1412th Armored Divisions of the U.S. Army, and the other three infantry divisions of the Allied Forces advanced to Jinan in a vain attempt to break Jinan and coerce Beijing and Tianjin.

The 51st Army of the Shandong garrison was responsible for blocking the enemy and buying time for the strategic retreat in the Beijing-Tianjin area.

But in just one night, the line of defense of the 51st Army retreated 15 kilometers.

The night before, the sound of tank fire and the sound of airplanes sounded all night. In the early hours of the morning, the snowfields take on a cold, dark blue. In all directions in the distance, black plumes of smoke emanated from the targets that were hit. Almost windless, these columns of smoke rose straight into the air, like slender black veils connecting heaven and earth.

Upwards along these pillars of smoke, the sky that had just appeared in the morning light was filled with a huge white mess, and the chaotic white lines seemed to be a deranged giant madly streaked across the sky. It was the track of a mixed group of fighter planes, left behind by a night of fierce fighting between the Chinese Air Force and the Allied Air Force for air supremacy.

In one night, our two tank regiments were gone, and to be honest, the battle was not fair at all. Because the precision strikes from the air and sea lasted all night, and every blow of the enemy was extremely precise, almost every shelling and bombardment heralded the destruction of an important military target of our army. Almost one regiment of tanks was blown up and crushed before they could engage the enemy. As for our army, let alone keeping abreast of the enemy's movements at any time, even the liaison between the armies cannot be guaranteed, and there is no way to talk about cooperation. There is really no way to win such a battle.

The electronic countermeasures platoon in which Mo Lishou was located was destroyed in the middle of the night. Six laser-guided bombs fell on the position of his platoon at that time. Lin Yunjiao was lucky to escape, the Type 86 armored car he was riding in was still burning, and the other electronic warfare vehicles in this platoon were now scattered in the surrounding snow, piles of black metal, and of course, pieces of blackened and charred minced meat.

Mo Lishou's arm was also cut by shrapnel, fortunately, the blood from the wound had already coagulated in the cold weather, and he had been hiding in a crater, but when the residual heat of the crater dissipated, the morning cold hit, and he felt the cold.

He sat up straight with his hands propped up. His right hand touched a slimy, cold, soft mass that looked like a lump of mud covered in black bullet ash. He suddenly realized that it was a piece of scrap of meat. He didn't know which part of the body it belonged to, and he didn't know which person it belonged to. In that fatal blow last night, one lieutenant, two ensigns and eight fighters were killed.

Mo Lishou vomited, but he didn't vomit anything except sour water, his nausea was partly from the mass of flesh but more from the horror of last night, he was the first time to participate in the battle, he didn't expect death to come so simply, so unprepared, he wouldn't give you the opportunity to speak impassionedly like on TV, and you didn't even know anything before you died.

For the first time, he also felt at a loss, his platoon had actually lost contact with other units before it was wiped out, the enemy was always able to easily crack their communication frequency bands and track and jam them, and the electronic countermeasure target was the enemy's primary target, he could guess that all of the six electronic jamming platoons last night were not spared, which has become a norm since the start of the war.

Mo Lishou profoundly realized that the United States is indeed not an ordinary opponent, and the technological gap alone is enough to crush us to death, and we may always be in the situation of being blind and deaf in future battles.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little desperate, and in the desperate and suffocating dead silence, another half hour passed, which meant that a new round of ground offensive was about to begin. He turned up the volume of the walkie-talkie pinned to his left shoulder, but all that came out was a rustling noise. Suddenly, a few vague words came out, as if they were a few birds flying dimly in the fog.

“…… 06 Observation Post reported that on the front of position 1437, thirty-eight M1A2 vehicles, with an average interval of sixty meters; 60 Bradley personnel carriers, 500 meters from the M1A2 attack front; Twenty-four M1A2 vehicles, eight Leclerc, are making a detour to the flank of position 1633 and have crossed the junction with 1437, positions 1437, 1633, 1752, ready to engage the enemy! ”

Restrained from shivering from the cold and fear, Morrishou's horizon steadied in the telescope's field of view, and he saw a blur of snow and mist appear on the horizon, giving the horizon a fluffy edge.

At the same time, the roar was also remembered behind him, and he turned the barrel of the telescope to see rows of Type 99 and Type 98 tanks very close to him.

Mo Lishou recognized that this was the 515th and 516th tank regiments coming up, and it was estimated that there were still 5115 and 5116 artillery regiments behind them ready to cover artillery fire at any time, this is the second line of defense of our army, and they actually took the initiative to attack!

Mo Lishou's heart tightened all of a sudden, yesterday's fiasco was just around the corner, and his younger brother was in the 515 Tank Regiment. He desperately called for the walkie-talkie and tried to contact the command center, but a new round of electromagnetic interference from the enemy began, and the walkie-talkie would only blindly emit a piercing scream.

But the screams of the walkie-talkie were soon silenced by the sound of the stormy artillery fire, and the white mist instantly turned into a frantically flickering pink light curtain.

Mo Lishou crouched at the bottom of the crater, and he felt the earth beneath him like a vibrating drum skin in a dense loud noise, and the dirt and small stones around him were shaken so high that they all over him and almost buried him. Amid the explosion, the neighing of anti-tank missiles can also be faintly heard. Mo Lishou felt that the entire universe was shattered in this heart-rending loud noise, and fell into the infinite depths...... Just when his nerves almost broke down, the tank battle ended, and it lasted less than ten minutes. (To be continued......)