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The first thermobaric bomb drew a perfect arc in the air, landed precisely at the entrance of the air-raid shelter, and exploded directly!

In an instant, it was as if the sun had descended to the earth.

High temperatures exceeding three thousand degrees were generated in an instant, forming a huge fireball.

The scorching air waves swept through the air-raid shelter, instantly vaporizing the soldiers at the entrance.

“Ah! It’s so hot! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!”

Screams came from deep within the tunnel.

Those soldiers who managed to escape the first wave of high temperatures met an even more terrible fate.

The overpressure wave generated by the thermobaric bomb traveled straight into the air-raid shelter, shattering the human internal organs into pieces.

But that's not the scariest thing.

The second-stage effect of the thermobaric bomb began to appear.

The violent explosion instantly drained the surrounding oxygen, forming a huge negative pressure area.

The air in the air-raid shelter was being sucked out frantically, and the soldiers hiding in the deepest part felt suffocated.

“Cough… cough cough…”

Someone fell down, clutching his throat.

“Why…I can’t…breathe…”

They desperately tried to breathe, but there was no air around them.

The lungs begin to shrink under the influence of negative pressure, and blood vessels rupture due to extreme lack of oxygen.

“Help…Help…”

Faint cries for help echoed in the tunnel, but were quickly drowned out by more explosions.

One thermobaric bomb after another fell, turning the entire mountain into a death zone.

On the ground, the thick rock layers were blown to pieces.

The originally sturdy air-raid shelter became their burial place.

Those soldiers hiding in the deepest areas are experiencing the most painful death process - first they are burned by the high temperature, then their internal organs are shattered by the shock wave, and finally they suffocate to death in the vacuum.

"What kind of devilish weapon is this?"

An officer posed his final question before dying.

But he would never know the answer.

The third wave of thermobaric bombs has begun, and more fireballs are blooming on the mountain.

Inside the ground command post, the surviving staff officers listened to the screams from the front line with pale faces.

The communication channel was filled with painful groans and desperate calls for help, but no one could help them.

The vacuum environment created by thermobaric bombs turned air-raid shelters into huge tombs.

The "Backfire" bomber group circled at high altitude and continuously dropped thermobaric bombs on the target area.

Each explosion would create an orange-red fireball on the mountain, followed by dead silence.

Those air-raid shelters that once prided themselves on being impregnable have now become the perfect death traps.

"Retreat! Retreat across the board!"

The final order came over the radio.

But for the soldiers trapped in the air-raid shelter, it was too late.

The vacuum environment and high-temperature fire waves created by the thermobaric bombs turned these air-raid shelters into their final burial places...

……

After completing the bombing, the "Backfire" bomber group slowly turned.

The pilots could see the flattened area on the ground through the observation windows.

The power of the thermobaric bomb made the mountain look like it had been hit by a meteorite.

All the entrances to the air-raid shelters were sealed, and the people inside had long since been reduced to ash by the triple blow of heat, shockwaves, and vacuum. This was the cruelty of modern warfare, the crushing defeat brought about by technological disparity.

In the Commander's Mansion, when the bad news came, Kong Yige's face turned paler than paper.

He finally understood how vulnerable his proud fortifications were to modern weapons...

In an instant, the Presidential Palace was filled with gloom and sorrow.

“Report to the Chairman!”

The chief of staff rushed into the office with a grim face.

"Emergency battle reports from the front line, our army has suffered heavy losses!"

"In this round of bombing alone, more than half of the troops were killed or wounded!"

Kong Yige slumped in his chair, his face as pale as paper.

His fingers tapped unconsciously on the armrest, and he seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

"Commissioner," the Chief of Staff's voice trembled, "what should we do now?"

"The enemy's bombers are too powerful. Our anti-aircraft firepower can't stop them. If this continues..."

"I think, why don't we just..."

"No! I can't leave now! If I leave, the situation will really get out of control!"

"As I said before, hold on firmly, there will be a way!"

"But, Chairman, things have come to this point, what else can we do..."

Hearing this, Kong Yige suddenly sat up straight, with a gleam in his eyes.

"Wait! I figured it out!"

"Since we can't stop them from landing, then let's just not stop them!"

“Not blocking it?” The generals looked at each other.

"Right!" Kong Yige stood up and quickly walked to the map. "Do you remember the Battle of Volgograd?"

"That's what the Russians did back then. They released the Han Chinese into the cities and then consumed them bit by bit in the streets!"

His finger moved quickly across the map: "Every city can become Volgograd! Let the Dragon people bleed to the last drop of blood in street fighting!"

"Order the troops to withdraw into the city immediately!"

Kong Yige's voice suddenly became full of fighting spirit.

"Every street must be barricaded, every building turned into a fortress! Let them know what a real meat grinder is!"

The chief of staff hesitated and said, "But Chairman, the Battle of Volgograd was fought on Russian soil, with a constant supply of supplies and reinforcements. And we..."

"Shut up!" Kong Yige interrupted him. "Are our soldiers worse than the Mao Bears?"

"Tell the brothers, everyone must fight like the Russians did back then! Not even an inch of land can be easily given up!"

He walked to the sand table and began to plan the defense deployment in detail.

"The Jilong Port fortress complex has become the first line of defense, and snipers will be deployed on every street."

"High-rise buildings were converted into machine gun firing points, and basements and sewer systems were used as maneuvering passages..."

The generals gathered around the sand table, listening to Kong Yige talking incessantly about his "Vollingrad Plan".

But several old officers exchanged worried glances - they all knew that modern warfare was no longer the street fighting of the Volodymyr-Vtalingrad era.

"Committee leader," an old general could not help but persuade, "the situation now is quite different from that in Stalingrad."

"The Dragon State has precision-guided weapons, large bombers, and..."

"So what?" Kong Yige waved his arms. "Didn't the Germans have Tiger tanks and Stuka dive bombers back then? Didn't the Russians win anyway?"

He walked to the window and looked at the city skyline in the distance.

"We have sturdy buildings, complex terrain, and warriors who are ready to die!"

"As long as we learn the tactics of the Mao Bears, we will definitely be able to drag the Dragons into a quagmire of attrition!"

The chief of staff wanted to say something, but seeing Kong Yige's excitement, he didn't open his mouth in the end.

He knew his "commander" too well. Once he made up his mind, no one could change it.

"Pass my orders!"

There was a morbid excitement in Kong Yige's voice.

"All troops must retreat into the city immediately! Every block must be fortified and every building reinforced!"

"Let the people of Longguo know what a real urban battle is!"

The order was quickly passed on.

But those experienced officers all understood that the so-called "Vollingrad Plan" was simply a pipe dream.

How can the power of modern weapons be compared to that of Hans’ army seventy years ago?