Assam.

"MiG-15!"

With the exclamation of Liang Yingjie, the Ming pilot, the Sabre and the MiG-15, the most famous rivals in military history, began the first battle in their entangled lives on this battlefield that no one expected.

"Remember, don't climb with them!"

The captain who commanded the battle, looking at the dozens of MiG-15s in the distance that had passed through photos and various information of the Jinyi Guard, and the performance was almost familiar to them, and he had done countless tactical deductions, he calmly reminded his subordinates again.

Of course, Yang Fuhrer will not let his subordinates fight unprepared battles, and the technical indicators of the MiG-15 have already been sent to the Air Force by him.

It's just that the outside world doesn't know about it.

The thirty-sixth-level Sabre, which can be called the ultimate version, swooped down on almost the same number of the most junior version of the MiG-15.

And at this time, below them, on both banks of the Brahmaputra River, was already covered in artillery fire.

Half an hour ago, under the cover of the MiG-15, which was put into the battlefield for the first time, hundreds of Tianzhu bombers, including the same latest Il-28, began a frantic bombardment of the Assamese army defense line on the south bank of the Brahmaputra River. He began a forcible crossing operation like Comrade Li's million-strong army crossing the river.

The Assam army, which was caught off guard, immediately rushed everywhere along the entire defense line.

"Nehru is going crazy!"

In the Upper Assam base, Han Xu, commander of the Ming army in Assam. Look at the battle map in front of you. The number of the Tianzhu Army and the attack point that are constantly marked. I couldn't help but say with some astonishment.

Indeed, Nehru was going crazy.

Yang Feng's reckless military force gave him a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and if he wanted to wash away his shame and regain everything he had lost, he had to seize this opportunity.

After hundreds of thousands of soldiers in Sumatra and Java, he didn't believe that Yang Feng was still capable of providing support to Assam!

He doesn't believe that a country of 20 million people is capable of supporting three battlefields at the same time! He now has the best jet fighters. There are the best heavy tanks, there are countless cannons, including Katyusha, and it would be a fool not to take advantage of the opportunity.

"Commander, the defense line of the Fourth Division of the Assam Army in Gelapala has been broken through, and the forward of the Seventeenth Army of the Tianzhu Army has crossed the river!"

A female soldier standing in front of the radio station suddenly shouted.

"Reinforcements from the 3rd Armored Brigade immediately!"

Han Xu said without hesitation.

Ye Wen, the commander of the 3rd Armored Brigade, who was on standby in the rear of the battle line, just like he was used to when he was a tank battalion commander, lay on the special armored command vehicle that had just been reequipped, raised the intercom in his hand and shouted: "Target the defense line of the 4th Division of the Assam Army, advance!" ”

Just after he said this. Centurion tanks and infantry fighting vehicles slowly drove around him.

The armored units of the Ming Army in Assam have all been reequipped with Centurions. Moreover, at this time, these British-made heavy tanks have actually been upgraded to the MK7 standard, that is, they have been replaced with the latest 105mm L7 tank gun, which is enough to penetrate any tank at this time, even if the Prussian Tiger King is pulled out, it will still be killed in one shot.

At this time, the Britons were also upgrading their Centurions with this artillery, and they exchanged two hundred L7s from Yang Feng with a brigade of Centurion MKIII., plus a full set of blueprints and production authorizations, because after testing, they found that this tank gun, which was actually supposed to be developed from their 20-pounder gun, had surpassed the L1 120 gun they were developing.

Three heavy tank battalions, two armored infantry battalions, and hundreds of tank fighting vehicles formed a torrent of steel, which rumbled towards their reinforcement target, and at this time, on the defensive line of the fourth division of the Assam Army in Gelapala, the soldiers of the Assamese Army who still did not retreat were desperately blocking the attack of the Tianzhu people and defending their increasingly prosperous homeland.

Because of the Assam oil field, coupled with the fact that it is a major black tea producing area and an important investment area for Ming enterprises, the Republic of Assam has developed extremely rapidly in recent years, and has completely achieved abundant food and clothing, and even began to enjoy modern life of the Assamese people.

So they have to fight.

On the positions ploughed by the Katyusha rockets, the Assam soldiers, armed with automatic rifles, carrying bazookas, and even lying behind automatic grenade launchers, used all the weapons they could use, desperately shooting at the growing number of Tianzhu people, and opposite them, tanks were slowly driving ashore from the river.

Amphibious tank, that is, PT76, which was born in advance.

Because Yang Feng's infantry fighting vehicles have shone in previous wars, especially the raid on Calcutta, which has stunned the whole world, the development of such equipment in various countries has been greatly advanced, and the Soviets, mainly the army, attach great importance to this kind of thing. But without solving some technical problems, the first infantry fighting vehicle they copied was only in the test, and the PT76 as an emergency equipment had been mass-produced two years ago, and Nehru, whose main goal was to cross the Brahmaputra River, immediately purchased a large number of them from the Soviet Union, and he invested a full 400 vehicles in this forced crossing operation.

This amphibious tank, at this time, was playing the role of an assault iron fist, and it was with them that the 17th Army of Tianzhu broke through the defense line of the 4th Division of Assam in one fell swoop.

In the back, a large number of Tianzhu troops who crossed the river with various boats were pouring up to the south bank, these wooden boats were built on the Manas River, a tributary of the north bank, and then loaded with soldiers went straight down the river, and then the river flowed to the south bank, and the same is true for other major attack points, and the tributaries gushing out of the Himalayas are playing the role of the Tianzhu people's water highway.

Mechanized bridge-erecting vehicles have also begun to erect pontoons on the north bank, and countless heavy tanks, including Stalin 2, are assembling in hidden places on the north bank, once the pontoons are erected, they will continue to run over the land on the south bank and drive towards the Assam oil field of their dreams, although the production capacity of this oil field has just reached five million tons per year, but for the poor Tianzhu, who has no oil, it is still worth dozens or even millions of lives to capture.

The roaring bomber group suddenly came, and when they saw the Lincoln-like appearance overhead, the Assamese who were insisting on fighting immediately let out cheers, and then the overwhelming bombs fell among the Tianzhu people who crossed the river, and the water columns that rose into the sky one after another swallowed up those fragile assault boats in an instant, but outside the explosion range, the soldiers of the Tianzhu Army were still silently rowing desperately.

Almost simultaneously in the sky their bombers also appeared.

Il-4, Il-28, Il-3, large and small, or propeller or jet bombers, attack aircraft gave up their original duties and went straight to the Ming bombers, but then the Vampires, Meteors and even Mustang escorted by the Ming Army also joined the battlefield, and the Tianzhu people's La 9 and even La 11 were not to be outdone.

In this largest air battle after World War II, the two sides invested more than 1,200 combat aircraft of various types, and even developed to the point that the bombers began to shoot at each other with self-defense machine guns, and the whole sky was completely disrupted, and all the survivors, no matter which side, were proud of their ability to participate in this unprecedented war countless times in their lives, and this was also the last time in the history of human warfare that so many combat planes were invested in a battle.

Even later, on many battlefields, the soldiers on both sides forgot to fight and invariably looked at the battlefield above their heads.

With the advent of the missile age, the emergence of large jet fighters, air combat has moved to another mode, the ancient era of large aircraft group machine cannon fighting, like a sunset with a magnificent afterglow gradually sinking to the horizon.

Ye Wen stood on an armored command vehicle and looked up at the sky, a Sabre was chasing a smoking MiG-15, which was desperately shaking left and right at low altitude, but its struggle was meaningless in front of the Sabre equipped with a radar ranging sight, and then a series of shells crossed the sky, and the right wing of this MiG-15 was separated from the body in an instant, and then it hit Ye Wen not far away, turning into a ball of flames and exploding.

Ye Wen shrugged, raised his binoculars and looked ahead, and the more than 100 centurions lined up in front of him, like ancient knights waiting for a charge, raised the muzzles of 105mm tank guns one by one.

"Fire!"

The brigade commander shouted into the intercom very depressedly, it was obvious that as a commander, he could only watch others fight in an armored car without artillery, and he had to be under the protection of a tank, which was undoubtedly very painful for him, who was used to charging into battle.

More than 100 L7 tank guns spewed flames at the opposite side almost simultaneously, and on the opposite side of them, in the middle of the PT76 that was galloping on the Assamese position, countless screams of panic and despair were sounding.

"Ming army tank!"

"Centurion!"

……

However, it was too late at this time, and when the 105mm tungsten core armor-piercing shells pierced the air with several times the speed of sound, the sharp and piercing whistling sound came in an instant, like an awl piercing a piece of paper, and penetrated the thin armor of the PT76 without hindrance, and then most of the shells flew directly out from the other side, and one of them even drilled into the PT76 behind after flying out.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the PT76 that landed on the south bank turned into a burning fire. (To be continued.) )