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

Chapter 502: Hell on Earth 120 Goblet Bombs

In the underground fortress, the originally dim lights were swallowed up by the strong light at the moment of the explosion. The Fuso soldiers who were in the center of the explosion were swallowed up by the terrifying explosion force before they even had time to scream.

The moment the bomb hit the ground, a wave of hot air gushed out from the ground, burning like hellfire. The soldiers' bodies were instantly scorched by the high temperature, their skin turned into black charcoal, and their bones and flesh quickly shrank and carbonized under the high temperature. Some soldiers close to the center of the explosion were directly turned into bloody and fleshy pieces, and were even directly vaporized by the high temperature, leaving no trace.

The soldiers who were slightly away from the center of the explosion, although they were lucky enough to escape, their fate was equally tragic. The strong shock wave generated by the explosion threw them fiercely against the wall, and the huge force generated by the impact instantly deformed their bodies. Their internal organs were shattered under the pressure of the shock wave, and blood gushed out from the wounds, dyeing the entire underground fortress red.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of burnt flesh and concrete, suffocating. The surviving soldiers screamed in terror, their eyes filled with despair and fear. They tried to find a way to escape, but the surrounding passages were blocked by collapsed earth and rocks, trapping them in this place of death.

At this time, the Stuka squadron in the sky had already started its second bombing. 60 goblet bombs once again streaked across the sky, diving towards the Fuso position with destructive force. When these bombs landed again, the entire position was once again plunged into a sea of ​​fire and chaos.

The shock wave from the explosion was even stronger than the first one, and the underground bunker completely collapsed under the continuous explosions. The soldiers who had not yet escaped were buried under thick soil and rocks, and their shouts and cries for help were soon drowned out by the loud noise of the collapse.

The scene on the ground was equally horrific. The enormous power of the goblet bombs created huge craters on the ground, and the surrounding buildings and facilities were blown to pieces. The air was filled with thick smoke and dust, making it difficult to breathe.

The pilots of the Stuka squadron circled in the sky, watching the tragic scene below with indifference, as if it had nothing to do with them. They were like the Grim Reaper wielding a sickle, constantly reaping the lives of the Fuso soldiers.

In this brutal bombing, the Fuso soldiers paid a heavy price.

Their flesh, blood and lives vanished in the bombing of the Stuka squadron, leaving behind only bottomless craters and the smell of death in the air.

After the bombing, the Fuso position seemed to have experienced a world-destroying disaster.

The once solid fortifications and towering fortresses were now riddled with holes and in ruins. Deep pits were everywhere, as if the earth had been ruthlessly torn apart, revealing hideous wounds. Dust was flying, covering the sky and the sun, and dyeing the whole world gray.

The mushroom cloud rose in the sky, like the smoke of death, slowly spreading. It was no longer a simple cloud, but a symbol of death and destruction. They circled and rolled in the sky, as if mocking the tragic fate of the two major groups.

The soldiers of the two Fuso divisions thought they were smart and retreated to the underground bunker, thinking they could avoid the attack of Chinese bombers.

However, they had never imagined that these forts were as fragile as paper under the power of the goblet bombs. Dozens of forts were blown through, and the soldiers inside the forts were killed at the moment of the explosion.

The tragic scene was too horrible to watch. The flesh and blood of the soldiers mixed with the dirt and gravel, forming patches of bloody mud. The air was filled with the smell of burning and the strong smell of blood, making it almost impossible to breathe.

The soldiers who had managed to escape the disaster were terrified and looked ashen. They looked at the tragic scene around them, their hearts filled with despair and fear. Some shouted frantically, trying to find their companions or a chance to survive; while others stood there stupidly, as if they had lost their souls in fear of the disaster.

In the distance at the Chinese Expeditionary Force position, Commander Chen Tong and his generals witnessed all this through binoculars.

There was an expression of extreme shock on their faces, as if they had seen a scene from hell.

"This... This is simply too tragic!" A general could not help but exclaimed, his voice trembling. He had never seen such a tragic scene, even though he had experienced countless life-and-death tests on the battlefield.

"No matter how miserable these Japanese devils are, they don't deserve our sympathy. They launched invasions all over Asia, burning, killing, looting and doing everything they could," another general gritted his teeth and said. He felt an unprecedented sense of relief in his heart. "Looking at the fate of these little devils, I can eat two more bowls of rice tonight."

Yu Hang, commander of the 29th Army, held the telescope tightly, his fingers turning white from overexertion. He looked at the Fuso position, which was riddled with holes and looked like hell on earth, and said in a hoarse voice: "Damn it, the Stuka squadron of the Air Force is too brutal. This goblet bomb is simply a life-reaper and a grinding wheel of flesh and blood!"

His words were full of shock and awe, as if he was shocked by this unprecedented bombing. His eyes flashed with complex light, both the joy of Fuso's miserable end and some helplessness towards the cruel war.

Chen Tong didn't say anything, he just looked into the distance silently.

"Commander, what should we do next?" asked a staff officer.

Chen Tong retracted his gaze, turned to the generals around him, and said in a loud voice: "Prepare your assault troops to go out and finish off the battlefield!"

After the bombing, the Fuso position seemed to have become a dead cemetery. The originally solid underground fortress was now shattered by the ravages of the goblet bombs, and countless soldiers were buried alive, with their lives and deaths unknown.

In a small space, a Fuso soldier lay on the ground in pain, his calf pinned down by a huge concrete block, unable to move. He tried his best to move the concrete, but every attempt only made him feel more desperate. His calf had lost sensation, and blood oozed from the wound, staining the surrounding soil red.

He kept sobbing, his voice weak and trembling. His eyes were filled with fear and despair, and he knew that he might never be able to escape from this small space. He imagined the outside world, the miserable conditions of his comrades, and his own impending death. He felt extremely lonely and helpless, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

Not far away, another Fuso soldier was roaring hysterically. His face was covered with dirt and sweat, and his eyes were red, as if they were about to spit out fire. He waved his weapon frantically, trying to split the obstacles in front of him, but it was all in vain.

"Why did we come to this damn place! Why did we fight the Chinese army!" He roared loudly, his voice full of anger and unwillingness, "They are invincible! Why should we die in vain!"

His roar echoed in the ruins, but no one responded. His comrades were either dead or trapped in the ruins like him. Their once tenacious fighting spirit had completely collapsed under the threat of death.

The commanders of the two major divisions also almost all died in this disaster. Their bodies were buried deep under the ruins, and they could no longer command their soldiers to resist. Their deaths not only caused the army's command system to fall into chaos, but also made the soldiers lose their backbone and support.

The surviving soldiers, whether they were trapped in the underground bunker or managed to escape, were completely crushed by the disaster. Their eyes had lost their former determination and courage, leaving only fear and despair. The tenacious fighting spirit they once prided themselves on had vanished under the threat of death.

The air on the Fuso battlefield was filled with the smell of death and dust, which made people feel extremely depressed and heavy. Above the ruins, only the wind was blowing gently, as if telling the cruelty and ruthlessness of this disaster.

The Fuso soldiers at this time were no longer the Fuso warriors known for their bravery, ferocity and tenacity.

Their confidence and hope have been completely destroyed by this disaster, leaving only endless fear and despair.

They once firmly believed that they could defeat all enemies, but at this moment they were defeated by the cruel reality and could not escape the clutches of this disaster.