At the same time, in the city of New Delhi, the grizzled Bradley and Ridgway looked at the red-hot sky to the west, and their hearts were constantly dripping blood.

"The Air Force is finished, even the bombers are finished. How so! Bradley muttered to himself, his eyes looking at the firelit sky, his heart full of unwillingness.

I was still discussing with Li Qiwei before launching a bombing campaign against Jask, but I didn't expect that China would come first. Now, looking at the large flames emerging in the distance, he couldn't be clearer. The airfield of the Air Force is finished, and so is the bomber unit inside.

If it weren't for the fact that the two of them hadn't stayed in the Governor's Mansion just now, I'm afraid that the two of them would have been bombed into the sky by missiles like those people in the Governor's Palace, along with the Governor's Palace. They should be glad that if the attack had come a little earlier, they wouldn't have been so lucky.

At this moment, a military chief of the communications department, who hurried over, said to Bradley and Ridgway: "Report, I have just received a telegram from the garrisons in other places that all our airfields in India have been suddenly attacked. All losses were heavy, all the air force units, a large number of pilots were killed in the attack and basically lost their combat effectiveness. ”

"Bastard, Falk Squid..." Bradley only kept cursing, and the people around him were even more silent, and no one dared to say a word. The complete loss of air power would have been fatal to the Allies.

When the radar unit failed just now, he somewhat foresaw that this was a prelude to China's air raids. But he did not expect that the air raids on China would come so quickly. It's going to come so violently. From this air raid, Bradley also saw the strength of the Chinese Air Force for the first time. Although he did not see what the Chinese planes were like, the intensity of such air strikes was enough to explain a lot. The tip of the iceberg of the strength of the Chinese Air Force has once again been revealed.

"Generate electricity to the front, at any cost, be sure to take Jask for me in two days. I'll give them forty-eight hours, and if I can't finish it, I'll take them to court-martial. The furious Bradley has not lost his mind, and now he can only recover the decline by opening up the situation. The only way is to capture Jask. That is the only way to save the situation at the moment. Not one of them.

However, the matter was not over, and as soon as Bradley's words were finished, another member of the communications department ran over. The report said: "Report. The defense forces of the Eastern Front called. Five minutes ago, the main forces of the Chinese Southeast Asian Theater launched a fierce artillery bombardment on Dhaka, a key defensive city of our army. A large number of the Chinese Army. Begin to advance towards our defensive lines. There has been no exchange of fire between the two armies so far. ”

"This is China's plan to encircle Wei and save Zhao, and want to force us to give up attacking Jask, and we must do our best to block their attack on the eastern front." Ridgway immediately thought of the now ongoing battle of Jask's offense and defense. This approach of China is not surprising, when they were planning to attack Jask, they had already thought of the move of China coming back. And they already have a plan to deal with it.

"Hmm." Bradley nodded, and China's doing so also proves that Jask is already a little anxious now. He immediately opened his mouth and ordered: "The defense troops of the Eastern Front are ordered to implement the first set of defense plans, and at any cost, they must block the Chinese army in front of the Dhaka defense line." ”

"Yes!"

"The situation here must be reported to Washington immediately, and some of our airfields are deep in the heart of India, in which case they could be bombed. Once again, the Chinese bombers are ahead of us. And about the jet fighters of the Chinese Air Force, the previous report somewhat underestimated the combat effectiveness of the jet fighters. It is also necessary to make a detailed report on China's long-range attack, something similar to missiles. With regard to the intelligence on China's weapons and equipment, it is hoped that Washington will pay sufficient attention to it. ”

The billowing smoke in the sky is irretrievable, so now we can only report this matter as soon as possible. Li Qiwei was slightly apprehensive about the attack power that China had once again exposed.

"I will report this matter to Washington as soon as possible, and as for asking you seriously, I don't think we have to worry about it. Washington has always attached great importance to China's weapons technology. Damn the Chinese, they can always be at the forefront of the world. Does God no longer remember us? The speed of China's development is truly terrifying. "Bradley has a mixed mind and has all kinds of emotions. Resentment, jealousy, unwillingness, anger, anxiety......

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On the land of India, there were fires everywhere, and Jask's artillery fire was continuous. Throughout the night, intermittent high-intensity artillery bombardment, with the support of the United States, which was supported by deep pockets, the artillery shells on the Allied side seemed to be scattered on the Chinese positions without money.

Under the night sky, tracer bullets, burning armored vehicles and tanks, barrages from light and heavy machine guns, the smell of charred corpses, the smell of blood, the smell of gunsmoke. The sound of the charge, the wailing of the wounded, the sound of cannons, the sound of gunfire.

These things didn't stop all night. It was a very fierce battle, and the intensity of the engagement was in no way comparable to that of a large corps. The allied forces are going to attack to the death, and the Chinese army is going to defend to the death. The two sides are stuck together, and no one will budge.

Having lost air superiority, the Allies had no other option, and the only place where they now had an advantage was the ground forces. For one night, several layers of corpses were already covered in front of the Chinese position, and many Allied soldiers were lying in the pile of corpses, firing at the Chinese soldiers in the defensive line.

They had constructed a trench of human flesh out of the corpses, but luckily it wasn't summer and the corpses hadn't started to stink. However, the smell of the corpse was enough to make an ordinary person vomit. People who don't have strong adaptability can't lie on this.

Once again, the sun rose from the eastern sky, which also meant that a full twenty-four hours had passed since the battle. The morning sun swayed on the battlefield, losing the peace and warmth of the past. On the battlefield, there is only thick blood, showing the wildest killing of human beings.

Here, there is only war and death, on the battlefield either you die or I die, there is no third way, there is no fluke. Only the brave can survive, and the coward is just another death tombstone on the battlefield.

After 24 hours of high-intensity fighting, both the defending Chinese soldiers and the attacking Allied soldiers were very tired.

The morning sun rose, the sound of artillery fire, the sound of gunfire, and the moment stopped. Whether it was the Chinese soldiers in the defensive line or the Allied soldiers in the offensive position, at this moment, they all sat on the ground at the same time. Panting for breath, enduring the fatigue of sleepiness.

In the underground bunker behind the Chinese position, those staff members and Chinese people had already prepared breakfast. More than a dozen Chinese carried buckets of rice with food to the passage to the front line.

In the underground field hospital in the rear, which was already occupied by wounded soldiers. There was no sound of pain, only heavy gasps, no frightened eyes, only firm killing intent. A soldier with blood-stained gauze wrapped around his feet took his breakfast and swallowed it. Picking up the assault rifle and helmet beside him, he limped and walked to the front line despite the dissuasion of the nurse.

A few hours earlier, he had been hit in the leg by an enemy bullet and was taken back to a field hospital. After taking out the bullets, he rested for two or three hours, listening to the sound of gunfire that had stopped in front of him, and he could no longer stay here.

He was not the first wounded soldier to walk back to the battlefield from a field hospital, but he was definitely not the last. As long as they can move, as long as they can pick up arms, then they can continue to kill.

The other wounded soldiers in the hospital who were still able to move also took up their weapons and followed him, regardless of the persuasion of those nurses, and walked resolutely to the battlefield.

For them, the battlefield is their home, their belonging. When war breaks out, life is no longer one's own. When they put on their uniforms, only the honor and spiritual will of the military accompany them.

Everyone's suicide note has been prepared and handed over to the logistics department, and in the event of death, perhaps only the identification plate and suicide note can prove them.

Dai Anlan, who was standing from a distance watching all this, immediately saluted these wounded soldiers. He didn't try to persuade them, he didn't try to stop them. The blood does not stop, and the battle does not stop.

This Chinese general, dressed in a general star, has two blood marks on his face, and he has been to the front line more than once. If it weren't for the fact that he had his own mission, he would have been at the forefront.

In one day of fighting, 2,000 people were killed and wounded, which was the most serious casualty in the history of China. Although the casualties of the allies were more than ten times that of theirs, Dai Anlan did not have the slightest joy in his heart. These soldiers are comrades-in-arms who have been with him in this base for several years, and Dai Anlan can remember each of them, the battlefield brotherhood, and every soldier as brothers and sisters. Even if this battle is won, Dai Anlan will not have the slightest joy.

Before, he longed for war, all the soldiers longed for war, and when war came, his comrades-in-arms who were still alive in the past were now cold corpses, and some of them could not even find their bodies. Although they gained the value of being soldiers on the battlefield, death also brought them bursts of grief.

However, none of them regretted it at the moment, there was no war, no pay, where was peace. The war has carved scars on them, but the scars of war have made their will to fight stronger.

Watching the limping wounded soldier turn a corner of the passage, the tears in Dai Anlan's eyes couldn't help but fall. The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but it's not yet time. He would love to keep up with them and be with them. But he also understands that he has his own responsibilities.

PS: In the speechlessness, the network has not been done well. You can only upload it at an internet café! (To be continued.) )