lcionline Chapter 477: Dimensional strike, firepower coverage that covers the sky and the sun
Chapter 477: Dimensional strike, firepower coverage that covers the sky and the sun
The BM-21 Grad multiple rocket launcher, a 122mm 40-tube self-propelled rocket launcher, is designed to release a large amount of firepower quickly and in a concentrated manner on the battlefield. When 60 such rocket launchers conduct a salvo, it means that 2400 rockets are launched into the air in a very short period of time. This scene is undoubtedly shocking, with the rockets dragging long tails and cutting through the sky, as if the sky is torn apart, and the momentum is enough to scare people.
When 120 Katyusha rocket launchers were added, the number of 132mm rockets fired exceeded . In this way, a total of more than rockets were launched into the sky, and the scene was like the end of the world. The tail flames of the rockets intertwined in the night sky, covering the sky and the sun, bringing a great psychological impact to the enemy troops on the ground.
Such firepower coverage is a fatal blow to any enemy. The trajectories of countless rockets in the air are like the wrath of the gods, pouring down mercilessly on the enemy's positions. When these rockets land, the explosions and flames are like the roar of hell, engulfing all enemies.
Although the Katyusha and Grad rockets lacked modern guidance systems and had unsatisfactory accuracy, they were extremely powerful in the dense enemy groups on the plains. When more than 3,000 rockets rained down like a rainstorm and instantly landed in the area where the 7th and 9th Armies were evacuating, the scene was as spectacular and terrifying as a comet hitting the earth.
The explosions were deafening, as if the whole world was shaking. The flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire night sky, reflecting the faces of people in fear and despair. The ground shook violently under the continuous bombardment of rockets, and the soil was blown up layer by layer, forming countless huge shell craters, each of which was about 30 meters in diameter, like scars on the earth.
Hundreds of military trucks were shattered in the explosion, and steel and flames intertwined to form a tragic picture. Countless soldiers struggled in this sea of fire, and their shouts, screams and explosions intertwined to form a tragic symphony. But in this sea of fire and gunpowder, their figures were quickly swallowed up and could no longer be distinguished.
The entire plain was repeatedly ravaged by the power of the rockets, and the ground was full of broken buildings and broken equipment. The impact caused by the explosion even caused a large area of land to sink, and the originally flat ground became bumpy and uneven, as if it had experienced a world-destroying disaster.
In this round of volleys, at least 20,000 enemy soldiers were killed. Their bodies were scattered in all corners of the plain, some were blown to pieces, and some were buried under the soil and rubble. The blood dyed the earth red, mixed with the fire, smoke and soil, forming a tragic and terrifying picture.
The tragic plight of the enemy soldiers under the heavy bombardment of rockets cannot be fully described in words.
Amid the roar of the explosion, they screamed in fear and tried to find shelter, but there was nowhere to hide. The shrapnel from the rockets was like the sharp blade of death, ruthlessly cutting their flesh, and the blood instantly dyed the land red.
There were cries of despair and pain. Some soldiers lost their balance in the violent shaking and fell to the ground, then were hit by the shrapnel and screamed. Their limbs were blown to pieces, and the pale bones and broken clothes were intertwined.
The bodies scattered all over the ground were horrible. Some people could still move, but they were already dying. They lay on the ground in pain, waiting for death to come. The wreckage of vehicles and equipment was scattered everywhere, and the steel and plastic were deformed and melted in the explosion, emitting a pungent burnt smell.
The air was filled with a thick smell of gunpowder and blood, which was nauseating. The surviving soldiers witnessed all this and were greatly shocked. Many of them were so scared that they trembled all over and could not control themselves.
The rocket bombing was not only a physical torture, but also a great torture to the soul. Under the threat of death and terror, their will gradually collapsed, and fear enveloped everyone's heart.
In such a tragic situation, time seemed to freeze. Every second seemed like a long torture, and every scream was like a sharp knife piercing the heart.
On the mountainside of Cangyun Mountain, the wind whistled past, as if wailing for the upcoming new round of massacre. Chen Tong stood on a high place, his eyes as cold as ice, looking at the plain in the distance that had become a purgatory on earth without any ripples. There was no expression on his face, as if all this had nothing to do with him, and he issued a cold order.
"Keep firing rockets! Until the enemy's will to evacuate is completely crushed! The casualties reach more than 30%!" Chen Tong's voice was calm and firm, and every word seemed to jump out of an ice cellar, without a trace of warmth.
As his order was issued, the soldiers of the Rocket Brigade became busy again. Like cold reapers, they operated the rocket launchers and sent rockets into the sky. The rockets streaked across the sky with a piercing sound, like a symphony of death, playing in the night sky.
Nearly 3,000 more rockets were launched into the air, and they were like the eyes of the god of death, staring closely at the target below. Then, these rockets fell with astonishing power, hitting the enemy's densely populated area that was already devastated.
The explosion was deafening, and flames shot up into the sky, lighting up the entire night sky. The ground was blown up again, and dirt, gravel and shrapnel flew everywhere. The screams and cries of the enemy soldiers rose one after another, like a tragic elegy.
At this moment, most of the Southern Army soldiers had completely collapsed. They had witnessed the tragic deaths of their companions and felt the relentless approach of death. The tragic scenes on the battlefield were beyond their imagination, and they could no longer bear this fear and despair.
A large number of surviving soldiers fled in all directions like headless flies. They desperately tried to escape from this land of death, hoping to escape the clutches of death. However, fate did not seem to favor them. Before they could escape from this area, a new round of firepower coverage came again.
Rockets rained down again, engulfing the entire battlefield in flames. The survivors' escape route was cut off, and they were once again in a desperate situation. Cries and screams rang out again, but this time, the sounds were filled with more despair and helplessness.
In this sea of fire and smoke, Chen Tong still stood on the high ground with a calm face. He seemed to have been accustomed to this kind of scene, and was not moved by the tragic situation below. He just quietly waited for the order to be completed, waiting for the enemy's will to evacuate the troops to be completely defeated.
After three rounds of fire, the main forces of the Seventh and Ninth Armies were in ruins. A large number of vehicles and armored units were shattered by the rocket bombardment, leaving only broken limbs and burning equipment debris on the ground.
The commander of the Ninth Army, Fang Zhou, the once majestic commander, was now reduced to a pile of wreckage. His command vehicle was blown beyond recognition, with metal fragments flying everywhere. Fang Zhou's body was no longer recognizable, not even a trace of intact flesh and bones remained. Under the continuous firepower coverage, he was eventually reduced to dust and dissipated in the smoke-filled land.
The casualties of the Seventh and Ninth Armies were shocking, reaching about 50,000. A large number of soldiers who had left their homes were now lying in a pool of blood, unable to stand up again.
The faces of the surviving soldiers were filled with emptiness and numbness. The cruelty of the war was beyond their imagination, and they could not understand why they suffered such a huge blow. Some of them collapsed on the ground, discarded their weapons, and sobbed softly, their hearts filled with endless grief and despair.
The other group knelt on the ground, shouting hysterically: "Surrender! We surrender!" Their voices echoed on the battlefield, filled with endless pain and helplessness. They knew that it was meaningless to continue resisting, and they could only hope that surrender would bring them a glimmer of hope.