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

"Commander You, although the enemy has not yet been able to break through our strong defensive positions and blockades, our casualties are still very heavy. The beds in the field hospital are already filled with wounded soldiers, and each of them is doing their best to win this war. And you are here leisurely tasting fine wine, doesn't this seem a bit inappropriate?"

Han Chengwei, the commander of the 113th Division, walked into You Anqing's luxurious room with a heavy expression. His eyes fell on the exquisite furniture, precious carpets and the high-foot glass in You Anqing's hand, and he couldn't help but frown. Although he knew that such behavior might offend his immediate superior, he couldn't help but remind him.

You Anqing leaned on the sofa, holding a goblet in his hand, with deep red wine swaying in it. He glanced at Han Chengwei, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

He put down the wine glass in his hand and said in an angry tone: "How dare you! Han Chengwei, you need to figure out who your superior is! What qualifications do you have to speak nonsense to me here? Your duty is to deploy logistics and command the battle on the front line, not to point fingers at my lifestyle here. Our defensive position has been carefully prepared for more than three months. It is as solid as a natural moat. Even if the troops in the northern border have wings, they cannot cross it. What's wrong with me relaxing occasionally? You keep nagging about things that are not your business. Be careful or I will peel off your skin!"

You Anqing's words were full of arrogance and threats. His eyes flashed with the disdain and arrogance that is unique to a dandy boy, as if in his eyes, Han Chengwei was just an insignificant little character. Han Chengwei stood there, clenching his fists, with a flash of anger in his eyes.

"Commander, the enemy suddenly stopped their offensive two hours ago, which is unusual. I think they may use other means to launch a deeper attack on our defensive positions. We must be prepared in advance to deal with all possible changes." Han Chengwei's voice was full of urgency and worry, breaking the silence in the room.

You Anqing remained unmoved. He glanced at Han Chengwei lightly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

He put down the wine glass in his hand and said impatiently: "The enemy has stopped the offensive, isn't this a good thing? This shows that the fortifications we spent several months building have achieved remarkable results. You don't need to worry about it here. I order you to get out of my room now, immediately, and don't let me see you, this eyesore, again!"

Han Chengwei's face darkened as he listened to You Anqing's words. He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and then said in a deep voice: "I really don't understand why the higher-ups let you, a loser, be the commander of the front line. If anything unexpected happens in this war, I believe you will be brought to court-martial!"

Han Chengwei's words were full of dissatisfaction and disappointment. He turned and walked towards the door, each step looking firm and powerful. You Anqing behind him stood up angrily, his face flushed, and shouted loudly: "Han Chengwei, how dare you be so rude! When the war is over, I will make the General Staff Department deal with you seriously!"

Han Chengwei did not look back. He seemed to have heard the sound of an ashtray falling to the ground and breaking into pieces. He knew that this dispute was inevitable, but he also knew his duty and mission. He had to be responsible for the lives of the soldiers on the battlefield, even if it meant a conflict with his superiors.

Just when the soldiers of the Southern Government Army were confused and puzzled by the enemy's series of abnormal actions, two bomber squadrons of the A Wing of the 120st Air Division suddenly appeared at the end of the distant horizon. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, 131 Stuka bombers were like eagles soaring in the sky, their wings covering the sky and blocking the light of the setting sun. These bombers roared towards the defensive positions of the 137st and th Divisions at an astonishing speed, like a storm.

"Look! What is that? It looks like a plane! It's an enemy plane!" A dusty soldier from the 131st Division in the trench suddenly exclaimed. His voice was filled with fear and tension, like a dead branch shivering in the cold wind.

Han Chengwei also saw the huge group of bombers through the telescope at this time. They looked even more ferocious and terrifying in the afterglow of the setting sun. He knew that the enemy had launched an air strike on their defensive positions.

Han Chengwei made a prompt decision and quickly issued an order to enter the air-raid shelter to avoid air raids. After hearing the order, the soldiers took action and quickly evacuated to the end of the trench position. There was a temporary air-raid shelter dug at the end of each trench.

The air-raid shelter is six meters deep, enough to accommodate hundreds of soldiers.

Soldiers rushed into the air raid shelter, their faces full of fear and tension. They knew that this was the only place where they could escape the air raid. They huddled together tightly, hoping to find a little comfort from each other's body temperature.

Inside the fortress, the machine gunners could not help but look through the observation holes at the huge monster in the sky, their expressions tense and solemn.

In a Stuka bomber in the air, Li Haman picked up the radio and gave orders to other bomber pilots. "Pay attention to the enemy's movements, determine where they are densely populated and where the heavy firepower points are, and then take appropriate measures!"

"OVER! First Squadron, received the order!"

"The second squadron has received the order!" The two bomber squadrons began to lower their altitude and observe the movements of all enemy soldiers on the enemy positions, as well as the locations of their heavy firepower points and artillery positions. A large number of bombers shuttled back and forth in the air, circling, and bursts of sharp sounds of breaking through the air were heard.

"Sir! The enemy's soldiers are constantly evacuating to the rear end of the trench position. According to analysis, there must be their anti-aircraft fortifications there. Should we immediately carry out large-scale coverage bombing? I believe we can inflict huge casualties on them before they all retreat into the air-raid shelters!" Below, because the two bomber squadrons were moving too fast, a large number of soldiers had no time to squeeze into the underground air-raid shelters. They rushed towards the location of the air-raid shelters like ants moving, fearing that they would be smashed to pieces under the bombing of the aircraft.

Li Haman's mouth curled up into a cruel smile, as if he had seen the soldiers of the Southern Government struggling in pain under the attack of the bomber group. His eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said directly: "No need, first focus on those concrete fortresses on the ground. Prepare heavy armor-piercing shells and accurately blast their heavy firepower fortresses!"

Following Lee Hamman's order, the bomber groups of the first and second squadrons began to form neat formations.

Like a well-trained army, these bombers quickly adjusted their formation and dived towards the concrete fortress on the enemy's defensive position. Their wings shone with metallic luster in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if a group of ferocious falcons were swooping down on their prey.

The roar of the bombers echoed in the air, deafening.