Mukden City, Front-line Combat Command, Gaoyang Office.

Gao Yang, who looked solemn, sat quietly on the chair, his eyes slightly red, but surprisingly not a trace of sleepiness. On the table in front of him was a calligraphy. "The edge of the sword comes from the sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."

This was sent to him by Duan Zhizhi from the northern capital, and the font was full and straight, vigorous and powerful. Full of joy for the writer. It's hard to imagine that this is a notebook written by an old man.

Since the end of the war against Japan, plus the recovery of Macao, the capture of Borneo, the defeat of the Netherlands, and the retreat of the British. All of this has changed this old man who was originally cautious and cautious. I became more confident!

"yes, so many years have passed. Lost so much, went through so much suffering. It's time to recoup your principal and recoup your profits. Even good people are so confident, what am I still worried about? Gao Yang, who was sitting quietly, suddenly raised his chin, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and an inexplicable smile appeared.

Sit up straight and read the notebook again. He smiled, reached for the phone, and whispered, "Let's start." ”

The long-prepared Polaris battle plan has officially begun!

Putting down the phone, he let out a long sigh of relief. Gao Yang got up and walked to the window, looking through the clear glass at the dark night outside. He whispered, "Sure enough, only war can make a man's blood boil." ”

At five o'clock in the morning, the vast northern land was still shrouded in darkness. It was the darkest hour before the wee hours of the morning. The first line of assault troops on the fronts of the battlefield has already entered the starting positions.

The commanders of the front-line units also began to enter the field command posts. Now everything is ready, just waiting for the moment to decide the fate of the country.

On the long front from Manchuria to Dongning, the noise of pre-war preparations suddenly fell silent. The entire front became silent in an instant.

Even the animals and insects in the jungle felt the suffocating killing intent, and this strange scene of the entire battle line falling silent made everyone feel extremely terrifying!

The officers and men of the Far Eastern Special Army on the opposite side clearly felt this suffocating pre-war atmosphere. Many of them were veterans of the brutal civil war. I know very well the breath of the battlefield, this is the breath before the start of the big war!

Numerous telegrams snowflakes flew towards Boley's headquarters. General Brucher, who had already fallen asleep, was called. The staff officer on duty took a thick telegram and handed it to his commander.

It was all warning telegrams from the front, and almost all the front-line troops from Manchuria to Dongning sent urgent telegrams. It was also interspersed with an urgent telegram from Moscow. "Petrovich sent an urgent telegram from the Northern Capital. It is confirmed that Gao Yang will launch an attack on your department in the early hours of this morning!! ”

"Huh~~~" General Bryukhel tore off the buttons of his clothes, and his face was covered with cold sweat. His face was pale, as if he was naked and shivering lightly in the cold wind.

He miscalculated. He was put on a stand by Gao Yang! The front line was completely unprepared, many troops had not yet entered their positions, and supplies were not sufficient. The reserves are still training in cities far from the front line, the artillery has not taken off its jackets, the planes are still parked in the hangars, the tanks are still being overhauled in the factories, and the soldiers are still sleeping!

General Bruhel had always thought that Gao Yang would not attack until two months later, and he had no idea that he would deal a fatal blow to himself at this unexpected moment!

"A telegram was sent from the Vladivostok garrison fleet that night patrol boats had spotted an unidentified large fleet approaching off Vladivostok. Contact with the patrol boat has now been lost! The roar of the staff officer on duty made General Bryucher's figure tremble slightly.

That's when it happened. The door to the war room was kicked open, and Ubolevich, dressed in military uniform, rushed in with anxiety on his face. "How's it going?" I don't care about saying hello anymore, the most important thing now is how the front line is!

"The enemy will attack within an hour at the latest." General Brucher, who had barely regained his composure, said in a deep voice. There was a faint hint of trills in his voice.

Ubolevich could no longer bother to say anything to him, rushed to the table, picked up the phone and gave the order to the various units to enter the position.

General Bryuhel slowly walked to the front of the map, looked at the map painted with red, red, green, and green arrows, his eyes glazed over, and muttered to himself, "It's late, it's over." ”

When the clock hand pointed to 5:20, on a long front. A long line of bright red flares soared into the air! The long front, which had been silent and silent, suddenly became noisy.

Large expanses of gray dust rose from the artillery positions at the rear of the battle line, and countless shells of various calibers soared into the sky like scorching fireshooting stars! With a brilliant light, it pierced the slightly dark sky and smashed heavily on the enemy position.

The earth shakes and the mountains shake! The sheer power of a large number of high-energy explosives turns the target area into a living hell. The dust flew into the sky, and before it could fall, it was sent into the sky again by the dense and huge explosion impact!

The grass and trees are flying, and the sky is full of red light! The heat of the dense explosion ignited everything that could burn. The flaming flames lit up the terrified, screaming faces of the soldiers who had survived.

Trenches, positions, minefields. Barbed wire, traffic canals, fire points. Barracks, headquarters, artillery positions. All worthy targets were subjected to brutal artillery fire. The entire forward front of the Special Army Group in the Far East suffered a catastrophe.

The sky is turning white, and a new day is about to begin.

After thirty minutes of rapid artillery fire, the artillery units began to reduce the frequency of fire, extended their firepower, and advanced the barrage. The attacking troops, who had quietly hid in their starting positions, let go of their hands covering their ears and began to eat a light breakfast.

The dull roar of aircraft engines could be heard in the sky, and hordes of warplanes crossed the border, basking in the glow of the rising sun in the distance, heading for their targets.

"Brother, do you have to go to school to drive those iron birds?" At the starting position of the 14th Mechanized Infantry Division, a young soldier with a green face asked his squad leader about joining the Air Force.

His squad leader leaned on the wheel of the truck, bit the steamed bun in his mouth, turned his head to glance at him, and said vaguely, "Don't think about it." Do you know hundreds of big words, and you still want to be a pilot? ”

"Brother, it's not me." The young soldier with the stainless steel lunch box hurriedly said, "My brother will go to school this year, and when he grows up and joins the army, he will be much stronger than us who run on the ground." ”

The squad leader picked up the lunch box, took a sip of broth, and said with a smile, "This is the truth." The treatment of those flying in the sky is much better than ours, I heard that as long as you graduate and enter the Air Force, you are a second lieutenant! That's just going to be a platoon leader! It's like us, if you want to be promoted to platoon commander, you still need military merit, years of service, and cultural exams, and it is best to go to Anqing to study! If it weren't for the great credit, it would have been at least five years! ”

"Platoon commander~" The young soldier looked at the fighter formation in the sky with envy on his face, and muttered something in a low voice.

The squad leader said with interest and kicked the young soldier. After he turned his head, he smiled and said, "Not only this, but also other aspects of the treatment are different." You see, our platoon commander is still drinking soup and eating steamed buns with us. Do you know what the pilots of the Air Force eat? ”

"What? Big fat? The young soldier hurriedly asked.

The squad leader tilted his head slightly mysteriously and whispered, "They all eat beef!" Drink milk! Eat chocolate when you're in heaven! ”

"Huh?!" The young soldier was shocked by the news. Involuntarily, he reached out and touched the chocolate in the combat backpack. This is a supply that will only be sent during the war, and the young soldiers have no intention of eating it at all. He was also thinking about putting it away and taking it home for his brother to eat after the war.

"Tsk." The squad leader said with envy on his face, "Milk, beef!" Lao Tzu has lived for so many years and has not eaten! Last time, when I was passing by the northern capital, I wanted to grit my teeth and have a meal, but I scared Lao Tzu away when I saw the price. How good it would be to have the money to go home and pull a few new clothes for the baby and put a few catties of fat. ”

The young soldier swallowed with some difficulty, his eyes showed deep anticipation, and said, "They don't eat every day, do they?" How much does that cost? ”

"It's really eaten every day!" The squad leader said with envy: "I have a fellow who joined the Air Force as a pilot. The last time we had dinner together, he said that as long as it was a battle, it would be a meal. Normally, it's at least once every two days! ”

Just when the two of them were envying the treatment of the pilots, their company commander came nearby and shouted at his subordinates, "Hurry up!" After eating, tidy up your equipment, and fertilize all those who should be fertilized! Don't wait to pee your pants on the battlefield! ”

The envied pilots are now flying their favorite planes whizz through the cold sky.

The rising sun in the distance shone golden sunlight, bathing all fighters in a warm golden light.

Their primary goal was the airfield of enemy troops. Although the Far Eastern Special Army has almost no air power, there are only a few dozen old multiplanes in the entire Far East.

However, the Air Force, which strictly adheres to the textbooks, still puts the primary goal on the enemy's air force.

"For the Air Force, the first combat mission is to seize air supremacy. And the most important thing to seize air supremacy is to destroy the enemy's air force! ”

Boli, command of the Special Army Group of the Far East.

General Blyuher, with a grim face and bloodshot eyes, stood by the window, watching the warplanes whizzing in the sky and accurately dropping the dark bombs hanging under the belly of the planes into the city.

A piercing siren sounded in his ears, and a panicked crowd ran through the streets. But as the Supreme Commander of the Far East, he could not do anything!

A dozen or so old planes that had barely lifted into the air before were all shot down in a short air battle just now! Even if he doesn't understand the Air Force, General Bryuhel can see that the difference in strength between the two sides is too great!

Enemy planes are even able to go around in circles next to their own Air Force fighters! It's all teasing. Although the lads fulfilled their duties with the most heroic courage, this loss was meaningless! (To be continued......)