mtlumby2d Chapter 871 Death Eagle Stuka
Chapter 871 Death Eagle Stuka
On the ground of Fuso, chaos and panic spread rapidly like a plague.
The originally orderly evacuation team instantly collapsed in the deafening explosion. The soldiers looked terrified and fled in all directions like a group of wild beasts being chased by hunters.
"Hurry, find cover!" A commander shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice seemed extremely weak amid the roar of the explosion, but he still tried to penetrate the chaos and reach the ears of every soldier.
As he ran, he looked around, looking for a shelter where he could temporarily avoid the explosion.
"Don't run around, gather together!" Another officer tried hard to maintain order. He waved the pistol in his hand and tried to gather the scattered soldiers together.
But the panic surged like a tide, making his efforts seem ineffective.
"Sir, we need fire support!" A signalman found the commander in the chaos and reported anxiously. The radio equipment beside him was damaged, but he still tried to contact the outside world through other means and request reinforcements.
Upon hearing this, the commander's eyes flashed with determination.
He knew very well that in such a situation, he could not escape the pursuit of death by just running away. He had to fight back to have a chance of survival.
"Everyone, listen to my command!" The commander's voice seemed to be endowed with infinite power at this moment, penetrating the chaos and fear. He quickly analyzed the battlefield situation, commanded the remaining troops to hide, and tried to set up a temporary firepower point.
"There is an abandoned factory over there. We can use it as a shelter." The commander pointed to a dilapidated building not far away and ordered loudly. Upon hearing this, the soldiers ran in that direction, trying to find a glimmer of hope for survival in the ruins.
However, at this moment, another round of bombing hit. Explosions sounded again, dust and flames rose into the sky, completely engulfing the ruins. But the commanders and soldiers did not give up. They took advantage of the gaps between each explosion to quickly adjust their positions and look for opportunities to counterattack.
Amid the roar of engines, Li Zhongzheng, the leader of the Storm Formation, kept his eyes on the battlefield ahead. The accuracy and efficiency of each bombing was directly related to the direction of the entire battle.
"Storm Formation, pay attention to changing tactics!" Li Zhongzheng's voice was clearly transmitted to every Stuka bomber through the communication equipment.
He spoke quickly but not chaotically, and every instruction was like a precise command knife, hitting the vital points directly.
"Team One, carry out dive bombing missions and go straight to the densely populated area of the enemy!" Li Zhongzheng issued the first order. Immediately, the Stuka bombers of Team One quickly adjusted their flight attitude and dived toward the ground at a nearly vertical angle.
Under their bellies, high-explosive bombs flashed coldly, like the scythe of the god of death, about to reap lives.
"Team Two, perform a death circle to disrupt the enemy's line of sight and create opportunities for Team One!" Li Zhongzheng immediately issued a second order. The bombers of Team Two responded immediately, drawing complex tracks in the air, hovering over the battlefield like ghosts, continuously releasing jamming bombs and tracer bombs, making it difficult for the enemy on the ground to determine the true direction of attack.
"Teams 3 and 4, be responsible for flank support. Once you find any enemy forces trying to counterattack or gather, immediately carry out precision strikes!" Li Zhongzheng continued to deploy tactics. The bombers of the third and fourth teams quickly adjusted their positions. They flew over the battlefield like falcons, ready to strike a fatal blow to the enemy at any time.
"All teams, please keep communication open and report any changes in the battle situation at any time!" Li Zhongzheng once again emphasized the importance of communication. He knew that in such a complex battlefield environment, the timely transmission and sharing of information was crucial.
"Roger that, Team One has entered a dive, ready to drop bombs!"
"The second team is in a death circle and has successfully attracted enemy fire!"
"Team Three has discovered the enemy's assembly point and is adjusting the direction of attack!"
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In the communication channel, reports from various teams came one after another. The entire Storm Formation was like a precision machine, operating efficiently under the command of Li Zhongzheng. They constantly changed tactics and formations, using flexible and varied attack methods to make the enemy on the ground exhausted and unable to cope with it.
Despair and chaos intertwined into a heart-wrenching picture.
The aftermath of the explosion continued to hit the ground, and dust and flames intertwined to form a terrifying death barrier. The soldiers of the Fuso ground force were completely thrown into disarray by this sudden attack, and fear and despair spread rapidly like a plague.
"Mom! Save me!" A young soldier cried helplessly in the chaos, his eyes filled with fear of death.
However, everything around him told him that death was imminent. His comrades beside him also wailed, some rolled on the ground, trying to relieve the pain caused by the explosion; others supported each other, staggered forward, looking for a possible way to survive.
"Don't run around! Keep in formation!" A lieutenant colonel tried to maintain order, but his voice was soon drowned out by the chaos around him. He looked around and saw panicked soldiers everywhere. Their eyes no longer had the determination and courage of the past, only fear and helplessness of death.
"Sir! What should we do?" A soldier shouted in despair, clutching the corner of the lieutenant colonel's clothes tightly, as if this was his only life-saving straw.
However, the lieutenant colonel was also at a loss. He knew very well that in such a situation, any command would be pale and powerless.
At this moment, the figure of Colonel Mutokura appeared in everyone's sight.
He was wearing a heavy military uniform and holding a telescope, trying to observe the situation on the battlefield. However, just as he issued an order to try to stabilize the morale of the troops, a high-explosive bomb fell from the sky like a messenger of death and hit him hard.
"Be careful!" This was the last command Mutokura issued, but it was too late.
The huge impact of the explosion instantly engulfed him, and his body was blown into pieces in an instant, and blood rained down, dyeing the surrounding land red. This scene stunned all the soldiers, and they watched their commander disappear before their eyes, and the fear and despair in their hearts reached a peak.
"Captain! No!" A soldier let out a heart-wrenching cry, fell to his knees, covered his face with his hands, tears pouring out like a spring.
However, his shouting did not wake anyone up, nor did it change anything. The soldiers around him were still in chaos and despair, they cried or shouted, fled or hid, but they could not escape this feast of death.
The sharp whistles of the Stukas sounded again, echoing in the soldiers' ears like the whispers of death. In this horrifying sound, the soldiers seemed to see their own fate - being blown to pieces, engulfed by flames, buried in dust... Some of them began to give up resistance and let fate take its course; while others tried to make a final struggle, but their efforts seemed so small and powerless.
The entire battlefield seemed to have turned into a huge slaughterhouse, where countless lives were lost.
The instigators of all this, the pilots of the Stuka bombers, hovered in the air like cold executioners, continuing to carry out their mission. There was no sympathy or mercy in their eyes, only the desire for victory and endless indifference.