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

Chapter 865: The Son Sells the Father's Field Without Pain

The combat command room was brightly lit, and the huge military map on the wall was illuminated. Every line and every dot marked on it was related to the direction of the battle.

Liu Chengxu stood in front of the map, his eyes sharp as a torch, scanning the deployment of the Fuso army.

"Everyone, after arduous efforts, we finally landed successfully in the Waka area. This is not only a test for our soldiers, but also a heavy blow to the enemy." Liu Chengxu's voice was loud and powerful, echoing in the command room. "Now, we have become a nail stuck in the heart of Fuso. The next task is to maximize our long-range firepower advantage and let the enemy taste what despair is."

Upon hearing this, Chief of Staff Chen Tong nodded in agreement and added: "Our long-range firepower, especially the V2 rocket, will be the key to our victory over the enemy. But we must ensure that these weapons can be put into battle accurately and efficiently."

Liu Chengxu turned to Wang Tianming, the commander of the 714th Missile Division, who was sitting on the side, and asked, "Commander Wang, what is the current status of our V2 rocket reserves?"

Wang Tianming stood up quickly, holding a report in his hand, and answered in a sonorous voice: "Reporting to the commander, there are currently 2 V72 rockets transported to the front line. These weapons have been strictly inspected and can be put into battle at any time. In addition, it is expected that subsequent supply ships will successively transport about 150 rockets to ensure that our firepower continues."

After hearing this, Liu Chengxu nodded with satisfaction and immediately gave an order: "Very good, Commander Wang. I require you to immediately organize the officers and soldiers of the missile division to build three launch bases. These bases must be reasonably distributed to ensure that the V2 rockets can cover the enemy's defense line in all directions and without blind spots. We must make sure that the enemy can feel the threat from the sky no matter where they are."

In the conference room, the atmosphere suddenly became relaxed after a moment of silence, and the faces of the generals all smiled at the same time, with both optimism and confidence about the current war situation, and a bit of teasing and joking that was difficult to conceal. They looked at each other, as if they were communicating the same thought with their eyes - "This damn war is too easy!"

"More than 2 V rockets," a general muttered to himself, his tone filled with both amazement and disbelief. "This is simply like throwing gold at people! The enemy's position will probably be thoroughly plowed by us, and even the mice hiding underground will probably be scared out of their wits."

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately attracted knowing laughter from the people around them. The generals nodded one after another, with even brighter smiles on their faces.

In fact, the V2 rocket had already been put into mass production, but the production cost was extremely high. The cost of each V2 rocket was almost two million oceans. It can be said that after two hundred V2 rockets were launched, the Japanese people were completely killed by the oceans.

Chen Tong shook his head slightly, with a look of helplessness and ridicule in his eyes, and said to Liu Chengxu with a smile: "You kid, you really don't feel sorry for selling your father's land! If the president knew that we used V2 rockets so lavishly, he would probably beat you with a belt!"

Liu Chengxu laughed loudly upon hearing this, his smile full of heroism and uninhibitedness. "I've never fought such a rich war in my life, so what's wrong with being a little extravagant?" He said while slapping the table, his voice steady and powerful, "What we need to do now is to quickly gain a foothold, open up the situation, and let those guys in Fuso know how powerful we are. Let the entire Nagoya and Kyoto area feel threatened! I want to make that dog emperor unable to sleep well, and let him have nightmares every day!"

The generals responded one after another, and laughter and applause mixed together, echoing throughout the conference room.

Inside the Fuso and Waka Defense Forces headquarters, the atmosphere was heavy and depressing. Nagumo Chuichi sat behind a dim desk, looking listless and his eyes bloodshot. It was obvious that this night was one of endless torment and worry for him.

There was no trace of blood on his face and his brows were furrowed, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

At this time, the door was gently pushed open, and Ogasawara walked in with a look of concern. He first silently observed Nanyun Chuichi for a while, and then said softly: "Commander, you must take care of your health. If you continue like this, how can you hold on?"

Nanyun Chuichi forced a bitter smile, waved his hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "Ogasawara, the enemy's long-range firepower is too fierce. How can I feel at ease? What I am most worried about now is how to reduce our losses under such firepower coverage."

Upon hearing this, Ogasawara's expression also became solemn. After thinking for a moment, he replied: "Commander, I have already made arrangements for this issue. More than 6,000 of our engineering troops have been engaged in the expansion of underground fortifications overnight, and have achieved remarkable results. These fortifications can not only provide the necessary cover, but also resist enemy artillery fire to a certain extent."

When Nanyun Chuichi heard this, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by worry. "But, Ogasawara, we have to face a reality. The Kumamoto Fortress was world-famous for its solidity. It was dozens of meters underground, but it was still destroyed by the bombing of the Chinese. This shows that they have a large-yield earth-penetrating bomb that is enough to threaten our underground fortifications."

Ogasawara nodded, with a worried look on his face. "Commander, your concerns are reasonable. However, we cannot give up our efforts. Although our underground fortifications may not be foolproof, they can at least buy us precious time and living space. We can use this time to adjust our tactics and look for opportunities to counterattack."

Nanyun Chuichi sighed and said in a deep voice: "This is the only way. We have to be very careful with every step we take now. But Ogasawara, tell the engineering corps to work overtime and complete the expansion of the underground fortifications as soon as possible. At the same time, we must also strengthen intelligence gathering and find out the bottom line of China, so that we can know ourselves and the enemy and win every battle."

Ogasawara nodded solemnly, indicating that he would definitely pass on the commander's instructions. The two of them had an in-depth discussion on the current war situation until night fell again, and then they went their separate ways.

Nanyun Chuichi sat alone in the dim office. It was so quiet that the only sounds he could hear were his own heavy breathing and the occasional whistling of the night wind outside the window.

Since the war between Fuso Empire and China, the situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse, like a sudden storm, washing away all his optimism and confidence. Fuso, which once claimed to be the overlord of the sea, is now at a disadvantage in all three battlefields of sea, land and air, and is completely crushed by the powerful military strength of China.

This unprecedented sense of frustration was like a sharp knife, constantly cutting into his heart, leaving scars that were difficult to heal.

Chuichi Nagumo closed his eyes, trying to dispel those cruel images from his mind - the sinking of battleships, the crashing of planes, the defeated soldiers on land... Every scene was like a nightmare that he could not escape.

His heart was filled with doubts and puzzlement. Why did the once glorious Fusang Empire fall to such a state? Was it really fate that would lead to its total defeat in this war?

But more than that, there is a deep sense of powerlessness.

Nanyun Chuichi felt like a flying insect trapped in a spider web. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not get rid of the fatal bondage. The strategic deployment and tactical adjustments that he had placed high hopes on seemed so pale and powerless in front of the powerful firepower of China. He seemed to see an endless haze covering the sky above the entire Fuso, making it impossible for him to breathe, let alone see the light of hope ahead.