Just two minutes after the publication of this open letter, Yang Feng, the extremely angry head of the Ming Empire, ordered troops to be sent to protect overseas Chinese, and less than five minutes later, eighty York-style transport planes loaded with the First Airborne Brigade had already taken off from the air base in Yingtianfu and headed straight for Assam.

These eighty transport planes did not go on their own, and there were two whole groups of Mustang escorting them, but the destination of these Mustang was Imphal airfield, and there was a battalion of airborne troops who would land in Imphal and then take control of the airfield there, which was an important Allied base in the war, and there was a large airfield to use, and then a large group of bombers would also transfer there.

As for the remaining transport planes, the vanguard will be airlifted into Gohati.

At the same time as the air force sorted, the High Seas Fleet, which was on a training mission in the waters north of Aceh, turned around and headed north, targeting Chittagong in East Pakistan, with a brigade of marines, including an armored battalion.

They will go straight from Chittagong to Imphal by road, taking over the airborne troops there to protect the airport, and the Pakistani army will guarantee the transport line from Chittagong to Imphal, which has been tested by war, and the vast majority of the materials of the expeditionary force of the counteroffensive are through this transport line, and it is enough to support the men sent by Yang Feng to fight, and then transport them from Imphal to Dimapur by road, and then enter the railway network of Assam, and all kinds of war materials will continue to pour into Gohati.

And Imphal will be the base camp of the Ming Air Force, anyway, taking off from here is under the escort of the Mustang, and those Lincoln-style direct bombardment of New Delhi is enough.

Under the command of the Prussian generals of the General Staff who participated in the blitzkrieg attack on Western Europe that year, the whole sortie process was like a lightning speed, and the commander of the Tianzhu Northern Military Region, Lieutenant General Timaiya, had not had time to load the 7th Armored Brigade onto the train, and even the governor of Manipur Province of Assam had not yet understood what was going on.

At the same time, another fifty York-style transport planes flew directly to Gohati, and by the time Moran had already come to his senses, he hurriedly cleared the airport for them with shock, and the transport planes full of soldiers landed on the runway one by one.

"Hello, I'm Colonel Han Xu, commander of the First Airborne Brigade of the Ming Army."

Han Xu, who was famous for killing in Surabaya, walked out of a transport plane in full armor, walked up to Mo Lan and saluted.

"My Assam Prime Minister Moran, Colonel, thank you very much for coming."

Moran grabbed their hands and said excitedly.

He did this from the heart, just after he broadcast the open letter, those Tianzhu people who had been dragging their feet and marching towards Gohati while looting suddenly went crazy and began to attack, at this time the forward was already less than fifty kilometers away, if it were not for a group of urgently armed militia and the remnants of the regular army to block it, then the shells would have fallen on Gohati.

Well, those bandits actually have cannons.

After a cursory introduction to the situation on the front line, Moran said expectantly: "Colonel, can you reinforce the front line, the situation there is very tense. ”

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, I have been ordered to help your country protect Gohati, as for the situation at the front, you don't have to worry, soon those bandits will fall apart."

Han Xu smiled and said, then pointed to the sky with his finger, more than thirty Mustang that had completed refueling in Imphal had already appeared above their heads.

Ten minutes later, on the banks of the Brahmaputra River.

Tens of thousands of Tianzhu tribesmen, like a tidal wave rushing into the Assamese position, look like crazy African carnivorous ant colonies, they are actually like carnivorous ant colonies everywhere they pass through the ground, the former Assam rifle regiment commander who participated in the Honsawwady operation, Kassin, is holding a submachine gun desperately strafing, but unfortunately can not stop the enemy's advance.

He has too many enemies.

And his people are too few, he only has less than half a regiment left, and a part of the improvised militia, the total strength is only fifteen hundred, and his enemies are almost all over the mountains and fields, but this is already the best effort that the Assam government can do, there is no army here, because the supplies that should be distributed to them are not given by the Tianzhu people at all, and Kasin and these people actually ran back with weapons from the original British and Indian army.

"Battalion commander, what's that?"

Suddenly, an officer shouted.

Kasin looked back in amazement, and fighter jets were whizzing and diving down in the blue sky and white clouds.

"Mustang?"

He stared blankly at the fighters he had seen so often from years ago, and it was clear that he still didn't understand why they were there.

At this moment, the fighters overhead began to shoot flames, and the 12.7mm machine gun bullets swept over their heads, sending a flying mist of blood in the middle of the enemy troops on the opposite side, and then the Mustang group reached the top of the enemy troops, and before the tribal warriors could wake up, bombs fell from the sky with a sharp whistling sound.

But the sound of the explosion was strange.

"What's going on?"

Cassin and the officer looked at each other, both of whom had experienced World War II and understood that the explosive power of the bombs did not match the sound of their fall.

But at this moment, as if stones were thrown on the calm water, centered on the landing points of those bombs, the militants of the Tianzhu tribe who were attacking, like dominoes that had been pushed down, kept shaking and falling one by one, and then foamed at the mouth and convulsed on the ground, and they couldn't do it.

"Poison, duke bomb."

Cassin shuddered and squeezed out a word.

Of course, Yang Yuan will not be so mother-in-law, there is no shalin, he will not do such a brainless thing with a machine gun, and the Ming Empire has not signed any Geneva Convention, The Hague Convention or anything, he dares to use this thing against civilians in Java, and of course he will not be polite to deal with bandits here.

More than thirty wild horses were hung under bombs full of shalin, almost all of them were thrown down at once, and the terrifying poisonous mist moved slowly on the empty wilderness like a life-devouring demon by the direction of the wind, and corpses were everywhere in its pass.

Those Tianzhu tribe warriors were crazy, like countless dogs whipped by whips, crowding and trampling each other in horror, escaping from this hell as fast as they could, and even collided with the reinforcements that came later, scattering the latter in an instant.

The initiative of the war changed hands in this way.

(Thanks to book friends hundred, non-good guy zzzz, Xiaoxian Aritian, dark night maple, windy man 001, handsome tip)