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

The commander of the Angry Dragon Squadron, wearing a special flight suit, sat in the cockpit, his eyes piercing through the thick clouds, staring at the once indestructible Kumamoto Fortress below, which was now like a purgatory on earth. The blazing flames, rising black smoke and broken walls intertwined into a tragic picture.

He quickly pressed the communicator and calmly reported to the ground command: "This is the Angry Dragon Wing. We have successfully completed the air strike mission on the Kumamoto Fortress. The target area has suffered heavy damage. It has been confirmed. Request to arrange evacuation according to the original plan."

The atmosphere in the ground command post of the Second Aviation Division was tense but orderly. The big screen kept switching real-time images from the front line. Division Commander Roll stared at the screen. After hearing the report from the commander of the Nu Jiao Wing, he nodded quickly, picked up the microphone, and spoke clearly and powerfully: "Nu Jiao Wing, Goshawk Wing, you have performed your mission very well, and the ground command has received confirmation. You are now approved to return to your respective airports immediately according to the original plan. Please remain highly vigilant on the way to ensure safety."

Afterwards, Division Commander Roll put down the microphone, stood up, straightened his uniform, and decided to go to the Northwest Army Headquarters to report the situation in person. He knew very well that the success of this air raid was not only a blow to the enemy's important targets, but also an important boost to the entire war situation.

Arriving at the headquarters, Division Commander Luo Er walked into the conference room and saw Commander Zheng Zeyu standing in front of a huge strategic map, frowning, as if thinking about something. Seeing Division Commander Luo Er, Zheng Zeyu turned around, his eyes revealing some expectation: "Division Commander Luo Er, how is the situation?"

Division Commander Luo Er gave a standard military salute and then reported in detail: "Commander, I just received a report that the Angry Dragon Wing and the Goshawk Wing have successfully completed the air strike mission. The Kumamoto Fortress has suffered heavy damage and the enemy's defense system has been basically paralyzed. Our air force has demonstrated extremely high combat quality and coordinated combat capabilities, creating extremely favorable conditions for the subsequent ground force's attack."

After hearing this, Zheng Zeyu showed a satisfied smile on his face. He patted Luo Er on the shoulder and praised: "Well done, Commander Luo Er. The success of this air raid not only reflects the strength of our air force, but also lays a solid foundation for the victory of the entire campaign. Next, we must pay close attention to the enemy's reaction and be prepared for any changes."

The two then had an in-depth discussion on the next tactical deployment and command coordination. Every detail was carefully considered to ensure that the entire battle situation could proceed smoothly in the predetermined direction.

It started with the cannon bombardment of the fortress to open a gap. This was an interlocking plan. First, the cannon was used to open the gap, then poison gas bombs were used to completely paralyze parts of the interior of the Kumamoto Fortress, and finally an air strike was launched to directly destroy the entire Kumamoto Fortress with high-powered bombs. It took half a month, and the Kumamoto Fortress, which had been a natural barrier blocking the Northwest Army, was completely broken.

Going deep into the interior of the Kumamoto Fortress, which was torn apart by artillery fire and smoke, it was like stepping into another world - a world full of despair and death.

The sunlight can no longer penetrate the thick ruins and dust to illuminate the darkness.

Faint flames flickered among the ruins, they were the unextinguished embers, still telling of the horror of the explosion and burning.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of burning, the smell of steel, wood, and even human bodies twisting and deforming under high temperatures, mixed with blood and dust, making people feel suffocated. Every breath they took was like swallowing the breath of death, making people feel terrified.

All around, traces of burning can be seen everywhere, including charred trees, twisted metal, broken concrete blocks, and objects of unrecognizable shapes, lying there quietly, silently telling of the tragic battle that once took place.

Although the flames have been extinguished, the traces left behind are like a brand, deep and shocking.

In this ruin, you can occasionally see some survivors. They are either staggering forward or lying on the ground groaning in pain, their bodies covered with scars and blood. Their eyes are full of despair and helplessness.

But even so, they are still struggling hard, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this land of death.

The command post of the underground city, the former center of power, has now become a ruin. The heavy stone door was blown to pieces, revealing the dark space inside. The air was filled with a stronger smell of lack of oxygen, which was the witness of the final struggle of Watanabe Huiyuan and his subordinates.

Their bodies were either sitting or lying, with distorted faces and wide-open eyes, as if silently accusing the cruelty of war.

In this dead and silent hell, time seems to have frozen. Only the wind, the only unrestrained element, is still shuttling between the ruins, with a piercing whistle, as if telling this forgotten story.

And the Kumamoto Fortress, this once indestructible fortress, can only remain in the long river of history in this way forever.

In the combat command room, the lights were bright, and a tense and orderly atmosphere permeated every corner. On the huge display screen, the real-time battle situation from the front line was constantly switching, and each flashing light spot represented the ever-changing situation on the battlefield.

Zheng Zeyu, the battle-hardened commander, stood tall in front of the command desk, his eyes sharp as he stared at every detail on the screen.

He held the receiver in his hand, and his voice was firm and powerful. He reported the latest battle situation to the commander-in-chief Su Zhengyang who was far away in Nagasaki over the phone: "Commander-in-chief, this is the Northwest Army's front-line combat command room. I'm reporting important battle situation to you. Our 'world destruction plan' is progressing very smoothly. After continuous air strikes, the once invincible military fortress of Kumamoto has now basically become a ruin. The enemy's defense system has been completely destroyed. According to preliminary estimates, the enemy's casualties are at least more than 80,000. This is of great significance to our subsequent operations."

"In view of the current situation, on behalf of the Northwest Army Front Command, I would like to request you to immediately dispatch ground troops to carry out the final finishing work. We will cross the Kumamoto Fortress with a thunderous force and head straight to the Fukuoka area to completely crush the enemy's will to resist and lay a solid foundation for the final victory of the war."

On the other end of the receiver, Su Zhengyang's voice was steady and powerful, revealing his full trust and expectations for Zheng Zeyu and the frontline soldiers: "Zheng Zeyu, you have done a great job! The success of the 'World Destruction Plan' and the capture of the Kumamoto Fortress are undoubtedly an important turning point in this war. It will be the last straw that breaks the camel's back and completely destroy the enemy's psychological defenses. I approve your request and allow your troops to immediately advance to the Kumamoto Fortress to carry out the finishing work. At the same time, I ask you to continue to maintain high morale and strict combat discipline to ensure the successful completion of the mission."

Hearing Su Zhengyang's order, Zheng Zeyu showed a resolute smile on his face. He saluted the receiver with a standard military salute, and his voice became louder and more powerful: "Yes, commander-in-chief! We will ensure that the mission is completed! We will live up to your trust and give you a satisfactory answer with practical actions!"

As the call ended, the sounds of intense and orderly work were heard again in the combat command room.

Zheng Zeyu quickly turned around and issued a series of detailed and thorough combat orders to the combat staff beside him. The entire command room was like a sophisticated machine, running at high speed under his command, fully preparing for the upcoming ground combat.