northernbook Chapter 281 Air Raid on the Port
Chapter 281 Air Raid on the Port
In the port of Cienfuegos, the originally tranquil sea breeze blew across the dock, and busy coalition soldiers shuttled between various strongholds, completely unaware that a catastrophe was approaching.
Ye Daofu stood in the command room, staring at the satellite screen with cold eyes. The scenes of the rice empire in his previous life repeatedly trampling on the dignity of other countries and provoking their national prestige flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope, and the flame of revenge burned in his chest.
"The enemy radar target has been destroyed!" The messenger's shout interrupted his thoughts. "Next, bombers will bomb the enemy's military targets." Ye Daofu ordered firmly: "First, bomb the enemy in Cienfuegos Port!"
After careful intelligence gathering, he knew that there were tens of thousands of people gathered here. If they could capture the port and land, victory would be in sight.
In an instant, dozens of H-7 bombers, like black steel eagles, cut through the sky and rushed towards the port of Cienfuegos.
The deafening roar of the plane was like rolling thunder, instantly breaking the tranquility of the port and startling countless seabirds to flee in all directions.
The Rice Empire and the Guba coalition forces were stunned at first, then shouted in fear: "Enemy attack!"
Immediately afterwards, the shrill sound of air defense sirens wailed throughout the harbor, and the entire base fell into panic in an instant. Soldiers fled in all directions like headless flies, and were then ordered by officers at the top of their lungs to return to their positions and enter emergency combat status.
Anti-aircraft guns and anti-aircraft guns were spewing flames crazily, and dense bullets intertwined into a barrage, drawing dazzling ballistic trajectories in the air, trying to stop the god of death from the sky.
However, these counterattacks were futile in the face of the Qin Empire's advanced bombers.
When the first heavy bomb left the cabin and fell with a scream of death, the fear in the eyes of the coalition soldiers was instantly magnified infinitely.
Bombs rained down like raindrops, and the port instantly became a living hell.
Flames shot up into the sky, and the air waves caused by the explosion were like a raging tsunami, ruthlessly engulfing everything in its path.
Simple fortifications were uprooted and turned into flying wood chips and broken bricks; mountains of supplies instantly caught fire, ammunition exploded with a series of dull roars, and mushroom clouds rolled into the sky.
The soldiers' screams were drowned out by the sound of the explosion, broken limbs and arms were scattered everywhere along with dirt and rocks, blood flowed, dyeing the ground dark red.
The coalition commander looked at the bombs falling from the sky, his eyes full of despair.
Their proud anti-aircraft weapons, crushed by this overwhelming technological crush, were as fragile as paper. The shells collapsed before they could even reach the bombers' altitude. The radar screens were ablaze with snow, and the communication channels were filled with only a chaotic hum of electricity and desperate cries.
Each explosion was like a heavy hammer, hitting their hearts hard and destroying the last will to resist.
They knew that facing the wrath from the sky, they were helpless and would be ruthlessly drowned by the torrent of history. This once prosperous port was about to become ruins and become their eternal nightmare.
The commander of the coalition forces grabbed the communicator with trembling hands and reported to his superiors at the top of his lungs, "Headquarters, this is Cienfuegos Port! We are under air attack from the Great Qin Empire. The situation is extremely critical! Their planes are too powerful, and the overwhelming bombs are like the scythe of death. We can't withstand it at all!
The anti-aircraft guns opened fire at full force, but the shells were like stones sinking into the sea, with no effect at all! Requesting air support, if this continues, the base will be completely destroyed!
On the other end of the communicator, the superior's voice was filled with deep helplessness and anxiety. "I'm deeply sorry, but we're also in a precarious position right now. The enemy is too cunning and has completely destroyed our radar system. Our missiles are completely blind and can't lock onto enemy aircraft. Launching rashly would only be a waste of ammunition."
After a brief pause, the superior raised his voice, as if trying to give the desperate coalition forces a glimmer of hope, "But we can't just watch you get beaten! We have no choice but to send fighter jets to support you. The pilots are taking off at top speed. In three minutes, two hundred fighter planes will rush to support you. You must hold on!"
The coalition commander listened to the busy tone on the microphone and looked at the smoke filling the sky, his heart filled with bitterness and despair.
Three minutes. In this battlefield shrouded in death, every second feels incredibly long. Can they really hold on until reinforcements arrive?
The soldiers around them were still firing in vain at the sky, but the bombs continued to fall, and every explosion shattered their faint hope.
"Damn it!" the coalition commander roared, veins popping out of his forehead. "Hurry, get everyone into the air-raid shelters and avoid this bombing!"
At the command, the crowd immediately rushed towards the air-raid shelter in panic like a swarm of ants.
In the small and dim air-raid shelter, fear and helplessness were like a thick haze, shrouding everyone.
Overhead, the roar of the bombers shook the cave ceiling to the ground. Every explosion was like a sledgehammer hitting everyone's heart, making them tremble involuntarily.
The lights flickered as they shook violently, illuminating faces filled with fear and despair.
"Fuck you!" A young soldier named Sam roared at the cave ceiling, his eyes red and his fists clenched. "Those bastards of the Great Qin Empire are so despicable. They're showing off their might right over our heads. If you're brave enough, come down and fight me one-on-one!"
An old soldier nearby smiled bitterly, his face full of fatigue and resentment. "How hateful! They just rely on their more advanced aircraft to act recklessly here and slaughter our brothers. I can't stand this!"
In the corner, a bearded soldier was smoking a cigarette. Upon hearing this, a hint of sarcasm appeared on his lips: "Come on, Sam, how can you take revenge? Just relying on your passion? You won't even see the shadow of the enemy, and you'll be dead."
Sam's neck veins popped out when he heard this, and he stiffened his neck and yelled, "That's better than hiding here like a turtle! I'd rather die in the battlefield than hide like a coward."
For a moment, quarrels, sighs, and low sobs were intertwined, and the atmosphere on the scene became increasingly gloomy and depressing, while the sound of explosions above their heads continued to be heard.
Someone murmured worriedly, "If the bombing continues like this, our port will be reduced to a sea of ruins and flames. How can we defend it?"
After hearing this, everyone felt even more heavy-hearted, and their eyes were filled with confusion and hesitation.
Seeing how low morale had fallen, the commander suddenly stood up, pretending to be calm, and shouted, "Don't panic, everyone! Listen to me, we will definitely win!
As soon as their plane leaves, we can still fight them vigorously!
Think about it, behind us is our motherland, the rice empire. We shoulder the responsibility of protecting our families. We must never retreat, and we must not be defeated by fear!
Now, we have to hold steady and conserve our strength!"
Although the commander's voice was trembling, his words still gave everyone a glimmer of hope, preventing them from completely sinking into darkness.
Just then they heard the familiar sound of an airplane above them.
Everyone was excited: "Great, it's the sound of our plane!"
"Our air force has arrived!"