Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 492 The Disappeared Devil Division

At this moment, the whole world seemed to be shaking. The earth sank under the bombardment of rockets, and the trenches were flattened in an instant. Those once strong fortifications seemed so fragile in the face of this force.

The high explosive in the rocket warhead released terrifying energy in an instant. Each explosion was like a small nuclear explosion, and everything within a radius of 500 meters was blown to pieces.

The ground was dug three feet deep, and smoke and flames intertwined in the air, shrouding the entire position in a doomsday scene.

Countless Fuso soldiers were annihilated by this force, their bodies were blown to pieces, blood and limbs flew in the air. Those once vibrant lives became so fragile and helpless under this devastating blow.

All kinds of fortifications, weapons, and even the newly built field hospital were razed to the ground under the impact of this force. The doctors and a large number of logistics soldiers who were once busy disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The entire Fuso Devil Division fell into unprecedented panic and chaos.

The soldiers fled in terror, but their escape seemed futile in the face of this destructive force. They tried to find a safe shelter, but there was fire and smoke everywhere, and there was nowhere to escape.

The air was filled with thick smoke and the smell of burning, which was suffocating. The surviving soldiers were pale, and their eyes were full of fear and despair. They couldn't believe that the once indestructible position had turned into a hell on earth in such a short time.

The entire battlefield seemed to have become a huge slaughterhouse, filled with the breath of death and destruction. Under the blow of this force, the soldiers of the Fuso Devil Division completely lost their former prestige and pride, becoming so embarrassed and helpless.

At this moment, they truly experienced what divine punishment meant.

The attack of these twelve V2 rockets not only destroyed their positions, but also dealt a complete blow to their morale. The military force and defense that they once prided themselves on seemed so vulnerable in the face of this force.

The scene, which looked like a doomsday punishment from heaven, made every Fuso soldier feel terrified. They began to doubt their own beliefs and convictions, and began to doubt the meaning of this war.

They began to understand that in this war, they might never be able to defeat the power coming from the East.

As the rocket bombardment gradually stopped, the smoke and dust on the battlefield began to dissipate slowly.

But what was left behind was a dead silence and ruins. The position of the Fuso Devil Division was no longer a place that could be called a "position", it was just a purgatory full of death and destruction. And those soldiers who survived would also bear the eternal shadow and fear in this blow.

Twelve V2 rockets were like a judgment from hell, accurately covering about % of the area where the Fuso Devil Division was stationed. This land, once bustling with people and filled with the noise of war, now turned into a purgatory on earth.

The ground was covered with countless shell holes, which were of different sizes and bottomless, as if the earth had been torn apart. Everything around was destroyed beyond recognition by this terrifying force, and buildings, trees, and roads were all destroyed by this impact.

Even more tragic were the piles of charred bodies. They were once living beings, but in this disaster, they became nameless victims.

Their bodies were charred, twisted and deformed by the high temperature, beyond recognition, making it unbearable to look at.

The armored brigade that the Fuso Devil Division was so proud of also suffered a devastating blow at this moment. The armored vehicles and tanks that were once so majestic and galloping on the battlefield became so fragile under the terrifying impact of the V2 rockets. They were blown to pieces, the wreckage was scattered, and some were even directly blown into ashes and disappeared into the air.

This long-range V2 missile strike caused more than 2 casualties to the Fuso Devil Division, and countless lives were lost under this force. Fortunately, due to the huge power of the V rocket, almost no one was left alive in the blast range, which also prevented those who were lucky enough to escape from struggling in despair and suffering from serious injuries.

The entire Devil Division's base was now dead silent, with only the occasional sound of wind and the smell of gunpowder reminding people of what kind of disaster had just occurred here.

In the underground air-raid shelter, Abe Mitsui struggled to stand up, his head dizzy from the shock of the rocket, and his body was still shaking unconsciously.

The commander was in an air-raid shelter while inspecting the air-raid fortifications on the Fuso position. Although he was nearly buried alive, he managed to save his life.

He touched his right leg which was crushed by the air-raid shelter pillar, and felt a piercing pain.

But he didn't care about that, he just wanted to figure out what happened. He staggered to his feet and limped towards the exit of the air-raid shelter.

Finally, he climbed out of the air-raid shelter, and the scene in front of him made him stunned for a moment. The familiar position had become unrecognizable at this moment, with broken walls and smoke everywhere. The flames shot up into the sky, dyeing the sky blood red. The air was filled with a strong smell of burning, which made people suffocate.

His eyes wandered around, trying to find a trace of familiarity. However, everything in front of him was so strange and terrifying. Those comrades who had fought side by side with him had now turned into charred corpses, lying quietly in the ruins. Their faces still retained the last traces of fear and despair, which made people shudder.

A strong sense of powerlessness surged in Abe Mitsui's heart. He had clearly dispersed a large number of reconnaissance troops, with a reconnaissance range of more than 60 kilometers, but the Chinese rocket troops were still able to inflict such a devastating blow on them. What on earth was going on? He felt his mind was in a mess and couldn't understand it all.

He stood there, unable to move for a long time. The scene before him seemed like a nightmare, making it hard for him to believe his eyes. His heart was filled with anger, fear and despair.

At the rocket base, the second round of rocket launches was being carried out in an orderly manner. On the huge launch pad, the rocket stood quietly, like a sharp sword about to be unsheathed. The technicians were busy shuttling between various posts, their faces full of seriousness and concentration.

With Wang Jinlin's order, the launch procedure was officially initiated. The tail of the rocket spewed out hot flames, and with a deafening roar, it slowly rose into the sky. The whole process was short and shocking, as if the power of nature was being controlled by humans at this moment.

The rocket flew higher and higher until it disappeared into the distant sky. Its goal was clear and firm, and it was speeding towards the distant Devil Division's base with the mission of destroying the enemy.

At the Devil's Division headquarters, the terrifying doomsday scene still loomed over the minds of every survivor. Before the soldiers who had just escaped the devastating blow of the first round of rockets had a chance to catch their breath, a new round of precision firepower coverage quietly arrived.

The earth shook again, flames shot up into the sky, and the explosions were deafening. This time the attack was more violent than before, as if it would completely raze the land to the ground. After half an hour, the three consecutive rounds of V2 rockets finally ended, but what was left was a devastated battlefield and the wailing of countless soldiers.

The Fuso Bay Island Corps, the once invincible 18th Division known as the sharpest sword in Matsui Iwane's hand, has now been completely reduced to dust. More than soldiers, their lives were instantly wiped out by the devastating power of the rockets, and countless equipment, supplies, and armored units were all turned into dust.

Less than 20% of the soldiers survived, and they sat helplessly in the positions ravaged by rockets, their eyes dull and numb. The aftermath of the explosion and thick smoke still filled the air around them, and the smell of burning and death was in the air.

Many soldiers knelt on the ground and cried, their hearts filled with despair and fear. The division they were once proud of no longer existed, and their comrades, brothers, and relatives all left them in this disaster.

At the original site of the headquarters, only a huge shell crater about four meters deep remained. This shell crater was like an open mouth of hell, swallowing up all life and hope. All the officers of the division, including Abe Mitsui, had been killed, and their bodies might have been blown to pieces and unrecognizable.