Chapter 323: Chapter 228: Airport Blitz (Second Update)
“Bastards, you cruel bastards, my great Empire of Japan will never admit defeat.”
An officer cursed angrily, actually drawing his samurai sword and chopping it down on Miao Lun’s forehead.
Clang!
The commander’s sword left a white mark on the battle armor but instead broke a notch in itself.
“Do you think you’re a Superman? Idiot.”
Miao Lun indifferently grabbed the samurai sword, his opponent’s face turned red with strain, but still he couldn’t pull it out.
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“Is this little guy suffering from ‘chuunibyou’? What’s he thinking, trying to chop with a sword.”
“Boss, maybe he thinks he’s a swordsman from One Piece, able to cut through tal with one strike.”
“Can you all stop making laugh? We’re in the middle of a battle.”
The Super Soldiers laughed uproariously, the scene was just too ridiculous.
In this day and age, still playing with cold weapons, against battle armor that a rifle couldn’t penetrate—thinking a samurai sword could cut through it was a joke.
A group of Japanese officers were filled with despair. Their only weapons for self-defense were the pistols and ceremonial swords for show, how could they resist these steel soldiers who were like wolves and tigers?
The major general’s hand trembled as he pointed at Miao Lun and the others, his voice quivering, “You initiate war on your own, offend Japan, offend the entire Western world. Now you may be smug, but once the Empire reacts, you will soon face our retaliation. Then we’ll see who can still smile.”
“Lun Valley, what’s this old guy babbling about, translate it for , will you? Your Japanese is good.”
Miao Lun stared at the man as one of the Super Soldiers behind him translated.
After hearing the translation, Miao Lun sneered, “Heh, whether or not we’ll face retaliation is another matter, but for now, you better behave.”
With that, Miao Lun threw a powerful punch into the major general’s abdon.
The imnse force on the spot made him vomit up his overnight al and curl up on the ground.
Grabbing his neck and lifting him like a dead dog, Miao Lun grabbed the major general, disard him of his sidearm, and led him straight out of the command center.
The other Super Soldiers followed suit, though not as ‘gently’ as Miao Lun; so dragged Japanese officers by the leg across the ground, others slapped them so hard that teeth flew out.
These officers were utterly powerless to resist the violence of the Super Soldiers, and one by one they were dealt with in extrely wretched ways.
Outside the military camp, there were no organized Japanese soldiers left resisting. Those remaining were either fleeing or too scared to co out from behind buildings and cover.
Even as Miao Lun captured their regint leader, these Self Defense Force soldiers had no intention of attempting a rescue.
Upon seeing this, the captured Japanese major general’s eyes filled with anguish as he cursed, “Those wasters in the air force, why is there no support yet, ah ah ah, clumsy idiots, even if they’re slow, they should have arrived by now.”
This was the most incomprehensible thing to him: he had already reported the attack.
The main command must have dispatched fighters by now, and given the speed of aircraft, they should have arrived long ago.
If the fighters could reach Wuhe Military Camp, those helicopters would have been shot down one by one; there’s no way they would have been able to rampage until now.
Without the helicopters, the remaining Super Soldiers would have nowhere to retreat and would be eliminated one by one.
The major general had thought out a perfect response, but the reality was vastly different from what he had imagined.
Even now, he hadn’t seen a single fighter jet appear, and his patience finally broke into curses.
Miao Lun, not understanding what the other was saying but seeing his expression, thought he was being insulted and threw another punch, imdiately quieting the man down.
“All units, begin an orderly retreat from the battlefield, our mission is over.”
After issuing the retreat signal, the Mi-8 helicopters in the sky began to descend, and the blood-stained steel soldiers rapidly climbed aboard the cabin.
Miao Lun, carrying the Japanese major general in one hand and holding onto the cabin door with the other, felt the wind whipping up debris on the ground.
As the helicopter slowly ascended, Miao Lun gazed at the entire Wuhe Military Camp.
The once orderly camp was now a scene of devastation, with smoke and flas rising everywhere, soldiers’ cries heard across the fields, and bodies in pieces strewn about.
He also saw so dazed Japanese soldiers, so still alive but with their skulls blown open, standing in place, lifeless.
So soldiers dragged their shattered legs, crawling hundreds of ters on the ground, leaving behind blood trails that were a sight to behold.
So held their spilled guts in their hands, calling out for doctors and dics, running back and forth in search of soone to save them.
So Japanese soldiers were missing jaws, faces, or arms, sheared off by flying shrapnel.
Miao Lun even saw a soldier shot in the arm, biting down on his artery to avoid bleeding to death….
The stench of blood perated the battlefield, the camp like a giant at grinder consuming the lives of the Japanese soldiers one by one.
The air assault by the ground attack group was undoubtedly a success, their surprise attack had all but crippled the 13th Brigade of the Japan Self Defense Force, forcing the enemies, who had been so arrogant before the battle, to pay a heavy price.
In contrast, Jieke Group had lost four helicopters in the attack, with six first-class Super Soldiers killed and five injured. Compared to crippling a brigade of 3,600 personnel, such a result was exceedingly disproportionate.
Miao Lun had long known the cruelty of war and showed little emotion on his face. He rely checked the ti and told the helicopter pilot to speed up.
As the helicopter fleet retreated into the distance, Miao Lun, sitting near the helicopter door, suddenly squinted as a blinding light burst out, and a mushroom cloud reaching six or seven hundred ters skyward arose.
The strategic depot had detonated, setting off a chain of explosions from the countless pieces of military ammunition stored inside.
The powerful blast wave carried a wild wind, and even from a great distance, one could feel its terrifying power.
Many people began to record this heart-stopping scene.
“With this battle, we crush these most arrogant Japanese soldiers and let them understand that they are nothing special. My Jieke Group can completely eradicate them,”
Miao Lun removed his mask, pointing at the giant mushroom cloud with one hand, and gripping a Japanese Major General with the other. Under his wind-blown hair was a face of steely resolve, his eyes bright as torches.
Click! Click! Click!
The accompanying military photographers pressed their shutters, capturing this iconic mont, planning to distribute it to the major dia outlets after the war, so the world could witness Japan’s misery.
Amid the cheers and laughter of the super soldiers, the entire air assault team flew at ultra-low altitudes, skimming the ground to avoid radar detection, carrying a group of victorious ace pilots back ho.
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When the battle at Wuhe Military Camp concluded, there were, in fact, simultaneous battles erupting in other parts of Chan Country, so even predating the fight at Wuhe Military Camp.
Xavier Airport, the sole military airport within Ji State’s territory, was also a newly constructed field airport.
As a forward airport, it was the storage site for Chan Country’s front-line warplanes.
Chan Country’s airplanes were relatively outdated, but in Southeast Asia, if it could fly, drop bombs, and fire missiles, it was considered an upscale aircraft.
Now Chan Country had received quite a few outdated model warplanes as aid from the Eight Nation Group, but to the Chan Country Governnt, they were still treasured assets.
In response to the threat from Jieke Group, one-fourth of Chan Country Governnt’s operational aircraft were parked here, representing one of the governnt army’s few valuable assets.
At dawn, when the sky was just lighting up, the airport was already engulfed in a sea of flas.
Another team of helicopters flying at low altitude arrived, and the Chan Country soldiers, loosely trained at the airport, were thrown into disarray by the sudden helicopter attack.
The ard helicopters’ rocket pods trembled frantically as a barrage of aerial rockets, anti-tank missiles, and large-caliber machine guns plowed through the airport.
The planes parked on the tarmac and in hangars were dood.
Several Sky Do eagles were blasted on the ground before they could even take off, twisted and decomposed into piles of scrap.
There were more than twenty aircraft at the airport, a mix of fighters, attackers, and so ard helicopters.
But no matter how powerful these warplanes were once airborne, dominating and ravaging ground forces, they were sitting ducks on the ground, vulnerable to any rocket that could tear them apart.
With the incessant roars of explosions inside the airport, most of the Chan Country warplanes were destroyed directly inside the hangars.
On the other side, a few struggling fighters attempted to glide and take off from the runway.
But the landing super soldiers did not show them any rcy. Large-caliber anti-aircraft machine guns tore through the alloy outer shells of the fighters, damaging the delicate internal components and electronic equipnt.
The pilots’ cockpit glass was penetrated; they were killed instantly in their seats, condemning these tens of tons of warplanes to imdiate scrap.
More super soldiers charged towards the flight crew barracks, wielding various heavy weapons, and comnced a massacre.
These pilots included not only those trained by the Chan Country Governnt Army but also a portion of pilots who were rcenary hires aided by the Eight Nation Group.
Since the Chan Country Governnt did not have enough pilot talents, supporting only the warplanes would be futile—the governnt couldn’t operate them—hence, pilots were part of the bundled support that ca with the planes.
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“Evelyn, no.”
Pal, a pilot from Beautiful Country, had bloodshot eyes as he watched a female pilot who had co with him get her upper body shredded by a steel soldier wielding a machine gun. His secretly adored goddess vanished in an instant.
Anger led him to lose his sanity, and he picked up a rifle, ready to fight to the death.
However, as he stepped out of the barracks and saw the dead bodies everywhere, with pilots, ground service personnel, and maintenance technicians brutally slaughtered, his courage and blood heated by anger were imdiately doused with a bucket of ice water.
Fearfully swallowing, Pal started to regret and wanted to retreat into the barracks.
Unfortunately, the super soldier’s bullet reached him first. As Pal felt a dizzy spell, seeing a familiar headless corpse, he realized in shock that it was his own body.
In the next mont, endless darkness swallowed his consciousness.
“Kill all these pilots, they are all high-value targets,” the commander shouted loudly. “The more we kill, the less our airspace will suffer from intrusion.”
One by one, the super soldiers kicked open the doors and charged into every hidden place, massacring any concealed pilots and ground technicians, the scent of blood heavy in the air.
It costs a lot to train a pilot, but to kill them, only a single bullet is needed.
Following the near complete obliteration of the pilots at the airport, the super soldiers swiftly returned to the helicopters and departed.
Before this air assault team left, they also attacked the airport’s runway, blasting it full of craters, rendering it unusable for takeoffs and landings for so ti.
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