"Huck, come back!"

Cindy, a Jain boy from Tianzhu, shouted with some fear to his dog, who was barking incessantly and rushing into the mist of dawn.

And beneath his feet was a white wasteland.

Here is the famous Kutch Marsh, an area of tens of thousands of square kilometers, composed of three parts: the Great Kutch Marsh, the Kutch Heights, and the Little Kutch Marsh, just at the southern end of the Thar Desert, on the edge of the land border between Tianzhu and Pakistan, but until now, the two sides have not made a specific division of this barren land that floods in the rainy season and turns into salt flats in the dry season.

The only value here is that you can collect table salt.

At this time, it has entered December, and it is the season of drought demons.

There was a slight tremor in the ground with a thick crust of salt beneath Cindy's feet, and a strange sound, which was becoming clearer as the trembling intensified, and less than a minute later, his dog reappeared in his field of vision, but with its back to him, it continued to bark at the mist.

Cindy watched in horror.

Suddenly, a huge black shadow appeared, followed by a thigh-thick, glowing with a cold metallic cold barrel, sticking out of the mist, and the next moment, the huge black shadow with that strange sound, like a legendary monster, suddenly became clear in front of him.

This is a tank.

Although he did not know that it was a tank.

And on the turret of this tank, a soldier wearing a coiled dragon badge on his chest, holding a large-caliber machine gun in his hand, looked at him with a hint of a smile on his face, and then took out a piece of chocolate and threw it at his feet.

Cindy subconsciously bent down to pick it up, but when he looked up again. Soldier with a tank traveling at high speed. It had disappeared into the mist behind him.

At the same time. A shadow like a city wall appeared in the mist in front of him.

Under his horrified gaze, countless tanks, one after another, drove out of the fog as if endlessly, passing on either side of him, and with their steel tracks, they kept running over the white wasteland. Leaving a messy trail.

This is the Fifth Army of the Ming Army.

However, the group army is not a permanent establishment of the Ming Army, but an operational establishment formed in wartime according to different needs, and the subordinate strength is not fixed, the first group army in the Assam theater is subordinate to a full ten brigades, but the Fifth Group Army, which has just been organized, actually has only three brigades, and there are also some directly subordinate troops in the group army headquarters, with a total strength of only more than 20,000 people, but the attack power of more than 20,000 people. It's scary in this era.

Because this is the iron fist that Yang Feng prepared for the Battle of Mumbai.

An armored brigade equipped entirely with the latest Leopard tanks, and two mechanized infantry brigades entirely based on infantry fighting vehicles. Together, they form this huge torrent of steel.

"The order is to speed up, and in an hour it must reach Pujie."

Inside an armored command car, Major General Yang Yan, commander of the Fifth Army, looked at Cindy, who was already scared stupidly, and said.

An hour later, Pujie, the most important city on the Kachi Heights, suddenly became chaotic, the soldiers of an infantry division of the Tianzhu Army stationed here, like crazy, jumped on military vehicles one after another, and then fled along the road to the east, they only had one division in total, what to do to block the armored cluster of the Ming army?

But unfortunately, the speed of the Leopard tank was too fast, this division had just driven out of Pujie, a tank battalion of the Ming army, directly appeared on their flank, and the fifty-one tanks driving side by side with them were like fifty-one ancient knights with flat-ended spears, stretching out the barrels of fifty-one 105-mm tank guns to the right, and then almost simultaneously sprayed flames, and in an instant fifty-one trucks full of soldiers disappeared into the flames of the explosion of 105-mm anti-explosive shells.

The remaining Tianzhu soldiers, as if they were fleeing from their own station, did not hesitate to stop and jump down......

Of course, they are not defense.

Instead, he raised his hands and knelt directly on the side of the road.

In fact, as soon as they saw the dragon symbol on these strange tanks, they had lost the will to resist, and the Tianzhu people had been frightened by the Ming army, and this giant dragon had been hovering above their heads all these years, making them tremble like the legendary demon god. In addition to those elite main forces, such second-line and even third-line local garrisons have long been crushed by the myth of the invincibility of the Ming army, they dare to fight with the Pakistanis, but they definitely dare not fight with the Ming army, not to mention the current situation It is useless to fight.

"Throw away your weapons and get out of the way, I don't have the time to accept your surrender."

Chen Kai, commander of the 1st Tank Battalion of the 7th Armored Brigade of the Ming Army, was lying on the turret of a Leopard tank and shouted in English to the Tianzhu soldiers who were kneeling next to him, he really didn't have time, because at this time, behind him, a huge armored cluster had appeared, and as a forward, he had no time to delay.

Fortunately, there are still a lot of people in Tianzhu who know English, and after hearing his intentions, they honestly threw their SKS rifles and other weapons to the ground, and then Chen Kai patted the turret. The forty-ton tank, the tracks immediately turned, and seven sets of load-bearing wheels quickly ran over the weapons and continued to the east, while behind it, the remaining tanks also ran over in turn, and flew away under the lost eyes of those Tianzhu soldiers.

Almost at the same time, on the long-dormant Pakistani front, the Pakistani army suddenly launched an offensive on all fronts, from Kashmir in the north to the Thar Desert in the south, on a long front of more than 1,000 kilometers, 70 divisions of the Pakistani army fiercely attacked the Tianzhu army's defense line under the cover of heavy artillery and tanks. Immediately after the Bengal Theater and the Assam Theater on the Eastern Front, the Mingba-Afghanistan Coalition Army, which had also been silent for a long time, also launched a large-scale offensive.

The whole world was excited.

Obviously, the final decisive battle on the battlefield of the subcontinent has begun, and Yang Yuan, who has been absent-minded since the Battle of Aceh, has finally begun to exert his power again.

But what is his goal?

In the Tianzhu Army General Staff in New Delhi, the chief of the General Staff, General Timaiya, and the head of the Soviet Advisory Corps, Katukov, were equally confused.

Obviously, Yang Feng and Jinnah are playing big, but they can't see the point at all, the east and west lines are all fighting, and they are all playing with great momentum, which is very abnormal, they don't play like this, unless they are covering up something.

"What do they want to do? Don't you think that with just a group army of only 20,000 people and more than 100 new tanks, you can play flank outflanking and disrupt the entire battle, right? ”

Katukov said blankly at the map.

He is really experienced in a hundred battles, a master of playing tanks, and the number one thug under Zhukov, although he has a bad relationship with Zhukov, otherwise he would not have been squeezed to Tianzhu to be the head of the advisory group, but his talent is definitely in the forefront of the Soviet army. Obviously, the position of the Fifth Army of the Ming Army at this time was very abnormal, even if he had played armored breakthrough all his life, he knew that this was very wrong, because armored breakthrough must have logistics supply.

And there was no logistics behind the Fifth Army of the Ming Army.

Although he was indeed shocked by the appearance of new tanks, a lone army without logistics could not sustain a few days of combat even if they carried more ammunition and fuel, and no matter where they went next, they had to face Tianzhu's heavy army group.

To the north is most likely, to respond to the Pakistani army's attack from the flank and rear, but it is also the main line of defense of the Tianzhu army, with a million troops in Rajasthan and Punjab, Kashmir.

There is only one group army in Tianzhu in the south, and after suffering the loss of the Ming army's flank landing in the last war, it is impossible for the Tianzhu people not to learn a lesson, in fact, they have a group army in Bombay, Trivandhapuram, and Madras, and they are ready to guard against this kind of thing.

If the Fifth Army of the Ming Army moves south, it will first have to face the Tianzhu Army of Amodaba, which has three divisions, an infantry division of Pujie, an armored division and military headquarters of Amodaba, and an infantry division of Rajkode.

Further south there is an infantry division in Surat, another division and army headquarters in Dammam, another division and a group army headquarters in Mumbai, nearly 70,000 troops, just 20,000 lone troops without logistics supplies, it can be said that it is no different from suicide.

"Report to Your Excellency General, the 41st Infantry Division stationed in Rajkod reports that they have recaptured Puje, but there are no enemy troops, only the rout of the 42nd Infantry Division, and they are currently pursuing to the east."

At this time, a staff officer reported to Timaiya.

Now Timaiya and Katukov were even more confused.

It's really not logistical.

Rajkode is south of the Kutch Heights where Pujie is located, with a small Kachi swamp of more than 100 kilometers in the middle, and only a narrow passage to the north, since they went north to recover Pujie and did not encounter the Ming army, then the Ming army really has no logistics, what do you want to play? Suicide offense?

"Order the Seventh Panzer Division to attack at once!"

Timaiya thought for a while, and then ordered, Katukov next to him didn't say much, it was obvious that this was the best choice at the moment, the 7th Armored Division stationed in Amudaba went out to attack, the 41st Infantry Division followed and pursued, and to the north was hundreds of thousands of troops in the Rajasthan theater of operations, which was like a net of encirclement, no matter what the Fifth Army of the Ming Army wanted to do, the final result would fall in this net.

Timaiya and Katukov looked at each other, and it was obvious that the arrogant actions of the Ming army had brought them a big gift, a big gift for the annihilation of a group army of the Ming army in one fell swoop.

"Order Surat's 57th Division, Daman's 55th Division to immediately go north for reinforcements, and Balmer's Sixth Army to draw a corps to the south, I don't believe that three times the strength of the force can not trap a lone army!"

Then Timaia said viciously.

And yet he was wrong, he was deeply wrong. (To be continued.) )