Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

Just as Smirnov was sighing, a row of black spots suddenly appeared on the skyline.

At first, he thought it was just another flock of "mechanical birds", but soon, the black spots quickly enlarged and the outlines became clear.

Helicopters - not one or two, but dozens of armed helicopters, approached them in a strict formation.

"What's that?" A young officer raised his binoculars, his voice trembling with fear. "Isn't this the attack helicopter we just developed?"

"We have just started research and development, why does Dragon Country have so many!"

"How can this be?!"

Smirnov snatched the telescope away.

Through the lens, he saw the black helicopters hovering in the air like hunting hawks.

In the sunlight, the rockets mounted on both sides of the helicopter emitted a cold metallic luster.

“Where’s the air defense system? Where’s the air defense system?”

He shouted at the top of his lungs, but no one could give him an answer.

Their air defense radars were completely disabled by electronic interference, and their short-range air defense missiles could not be launched because their fire control systems were paralyzed.

The sound of helicopter rotors cutting through the air came from the sky, like the whisper of the god of death before reaping souls.

Then, a column of white smoke spewed out from under the helicopter, and hundreds of rockets streaked across the sky, heading straight for the armored forces that the Russian bear was proud of.

"Get down!" Smirnov instinctively threw himself to the ground.

Deafening explosions rang out one after another, and the earth seemed to be shaking.

When he raised his head again, the scene before him almost made his heart stop beating - their proud T-65 main battle tanks and armored vehicles exploded and burned one after another like tin soldiers thrown into a furnace.

Those rockets were no ordinary rockets.

They seemed to be able to pinpoint every armored vehicle, even hitting the weakest parts of the armor.

The iconic tank T-65 in the armored forces, the proud "King of Iron Fists", is as fragile as paper in front of these weapons.

“This is impossible… This is impossible…”

Smirnov muttered to himself, unable to take his eyes off the carnage.

He witnessed with his own eyes that the elite armored forces built by the Russian military over decades were completely destroyed in just a few minutes.

After completing the first round of attacks, the helicopter group quickly moved up to make way for ground forces.

On the distant horizon, a black line was approaching rapidly - that was the Dragon Country's most advanced 99A main battle tank group.

They did not appear scattered, but advanced forward in organized units and battle formations, like an unstoppable steel torrent.

"Comrade Marshal!" a panicked staff officer rushed to Smirnov's side. "What should we do? They have at least two hundred tanks!"

"We have lost almost all our heavy weapons, and the remaining infantry only have light weapons!"

Smirnov did not answer immediately.

His eyes were still fixed on the rapidly approaching 99A tanks.

The design of these tanks is completely different from the main battle tanks of the Bear Country - they are more streamlined, with more compact turrets, and seem to take into account the stealth requirements on the modern battlefield.

Moreover, they are incredibly fast, maintaining a speed of at least 50 kilometers per hour over rough terrain.

"This is not the Type 59 tank in our intelligence..."

He whispered, barely concealed fear in his voice.

"This is a completely new model, more advanced than the intelligence we had received."

Several dull explosions were heard from a distance.

The 99A tank group began long-range artillery bombardment, and the 12.7mm caliber tank guns accurately hit the command vehicle and remaining armored vehicles of the Soviet army.

Even an experienced commander like Smirnov had never seen such precise long-range strike capabilities.

"Comrade Marshal! Give the order!"

The staff officer asked again urgently, with despair in his voice.

Smirnov was silent for a moment, which seemed longer than a century.

His mind raced, trying to find a way out.

Head-on attack?

No, that's suicide.

Dispersed retreat? Under electronic jamming, the troops will be even more confused.

"Retreat," he finally made up his mind, his voice hoarse and low, "Retreat towards the city. Tell everyone to abandon heavy equipment and move lightly. We must rely on the city buildings to hold on."

"But Marshal, according to our military doctrine, fighting in cities is very disadvantageous to armored forces..."

The staff officer said hesitantly.

"Do we still have armor?"

Smirnov asked with a wry smile, pointing to the burning battlefield.

"Look at our tanks! They've become nothing more than a pile of scrap metal! Now we can only hold our ground and wait for reinforcements. Since they have such advanced weapons, let's let them consume these advantages in urban fighting."

The order was quickly transmitted to each unit.

The surviving Russian soldiers began to abandon their heavy equipment and retreat towards the nearby Dexing City.

This originally peaceful Dragon Kingdom city is about to become the battlefield of a brutal war.

Smirnov boarded the last armored vehicle that was still operational and retreated towards the city with his troops.

He felt extremely heavy-hearted. As an experienced military commander, he was well aware of the cruelty of urban warfare and what this retreat actually meant.

They have been completely defeated on the front battlefield. All they can do now is to delay time as much as possible and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

"Comrade Marshal," the communicator in the car suddenly said, "there's an urgent telegram from headquarters."

The messenger handed over a note.

Smirnov quickly read the content and his face turned even darker.

The telegram indicated that the reinforcements they had originally relied on - the 42nd Motorized Infantry Division and the 18th Tank Division - were also ambushed by the Longguo Army on their way to them and were almost wiped out.

"Any other news?" he asked calmly.

"Yes, Comrade Marshal. Other units in the Far East Military Region have also reported similar electronic jamming and air strikes. And..." The communicator hesitated, "According to the latest intelligence, the Dragon Army seems to be using some new type of weapon against ours, capable of remotely paralyzing our electronic equipment, even mechanical equipment."

Smirnov closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The development of this war has completely exceeded his expectations.

Before setting off, Comrade Joseph personally assured him that this would be a quick and victorious battle.

The Dragon Army is just a bunch of poorly equipped peasants who will crush their opponents as easily as cutting butter.

But reality gave him a loud slap in the face.

Not only him, but the entire Russian military high-level officials seriously underestimated the military strength of the Dragon Country.

This was not the crushing victory they had expected, but a brutal massacre - except that they were the ones being massacred.

Armored vehicles drove into the outskirts of Dexing City.

Smirnov saw that his soldiers had begun to occupy key blocks and buildings in preparation for street fighting.

These young faces were filled with fear and confusion, but they were still following orders, which gave Smirnov a little comfort.

"Organize defense immediately," he ordered. "Occupy all tall buildings and set up roadblocks and minefields in the streets."

"I want a firing point at every intersection and a sniper in every alley."

"Since we can't confront them in the open, let them bleed in the urban maze."

The staff officers immediately took action to convey the marshal's orders.

Russian soldiers began to build a defense line in the city, pushing civilian vehicles into the streets as roadblocks, setting up machine gun positions behind windows, and placing mortars on terraces.

In just a few hours, this once peaceful town turned into a war fortress.

Smirnov set up a temporary command post on the top floor of the city hall building.

From here, he could overlook the entire city and see the Dragon Kingdom troops approaching in the distance.

The sky gradually darkened, but the army continued to advance in an orderly manner, without slowing down because of the falling night.

"They don't even need to wait until daybreak..." Smirnov muttered to himself.

Just as he was observing the enemy's movements, a communicator came running over.

"Comrade Marshal! We have detected a large number of air targets approaching!"

Smirnov quickly raised his telescope and looked at the sky.

Sure enough, dozens of drones were flying towards the city, with small bombs and rockets hanging underneath them.

"Notify all troops to prepare for airstrike!"

He shouted the order, but deep down, he knew that the outcome of this war was doomed from the beginning.

The Russian vanguard of more than 100,000 people is now trapped in this strange city. Facing an enemy with overwhelming technological advantages, their situation is almost hopeless.

Smirnov stood in front of the window, looking at the increasing number of drone swarms in the distant sky and the approaching 99A tank array on the ground, feeling an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

He recalled Joseph's bold words before his departure, and the contemptuous comments made by the professors at the Military Academy on the Dragon Nation's army. How ridiculous and pathetic all this seemed now...