Thunder Strikes Back

Chapter 719 Punish the Evil
This group of soldiers did not have a national flag or a military flag to guide them, but they wore U.S. military uniforms and all rode in Humvees, some of which had bullet holes and various scratches.

The average age of this unit is 35 years old, and 90.00% of the personnel came to India to sign and participated in at least one war. Last night, as the iron fist of Frings, they first contacted the enemy and wiped out 6 vehicles of the 50th Armored Division in one fell swoop. Various types of tanks, the cost is 2 killed, 20 injured, plus 75 Javelin missiles.The war is so cruel. These mercenaries just rely on the advantages of night vision goggles and Javelin missiles to achieve such an astonishing exchange ratio. After this battle, the 6th Armored Division fell into a slump. Destroyed, currently in retreat.

Defense Minister Singh stood behind a huge glass and watched the exhausted soldiers pass by. Yelinsky's foreign legion was reluctant to send too many people, and finally came 2 companies and a major officer. , Most of the troops had to stand ready to deal with the Chinese tank troops coming back from the south.

At present, the major officer is not in the queue. He has been ordered to go to the basement of the Prime Minister's Office to briefly explain the battle process and next plan to Kahan and other senior government officials who are eager for victory.Singer could see that although these soldiers couldn't hide their fatigue, their energy was different from all the Indian soldiers who had just passed by.He saw the panic and uneasiness on the faces of the soldiers of the Indian Army who had been defeated for a long time; The above two expressions could not be found on the dirty faces of the mercenaries. What was written on their faces was a restrained murderous look and a fearless calmness.Yes, this group of people wiped out a tank regiment of the enemy with almost zero casualties, without air supremacy, which is a height that all Indian troops cannot reach.

The last one to appear was the helicopter unit. Pasade was not willing to use his precious equipment on such occasions, so only 10 helicopters of various types flew over the viewing platform.Officers near the stands stood up and saluted. Singh pressed his right hand to his chest and silently saluted. He realized that India's armed forces had been exhausted. He could count five different helicopters out of ten helicopters. Model comes.

The most difficult thing in a war is not how to start it, but how to end it. He kept repeating this sentence when he was young, but he regretted that he had never considered this problem carefully. Of course, having said that, have the Chinese really considered this problem seriously?Who will win the deer, I don't know yet.

The air defense warning sounded sadly near the square, the crowd watching the ceremony fled in all directions, and some frightened officers also began to look for a way out.Singer was unmoved and stood straight, waiting for the Chinese air strikes to come. There are media from dozens of countries here. If the Chinese dare to drop bombs in the crowd, let them try it. He did Well ready for everything.Most of the shots around the square are aimed at Singh who is standing still, and there are also some shots of officers in uniforms who are embarrassed and hidden.The air raid alert was lifted immediately, and Chinese cruise missiles flew over the eastern suburbs and headed for the Agra base.Singer knew that as long as he stayed close to the crowd, he was always safe.

In the underground conference room of the Prime Minister's Office, Prime Minister Kahan is anxiously waiting for the American military officer who saved New Delhi to come.

If it was a few months ago, he would certainly disdain to meet with such a low-ranking officer, but now it is different, he is almost hopelessly looking forward to an American officer who can tell him how he beat the enemy last night. He needs such encouragement so much, he has been surrounded by too much bad news, and he feels that he can hardly breathe. .

A member of the attendant came over quietly and whispered something in the prime minister's ear.Kahan immediately rose to his feet, straightening his clothes deliberately, hoping that the American soldiers would also see that he was still fighting, not sluggish.

A short figure in camouflage uniform appeared from behind the gate.The smile on Kahan's face froze.It was suddenly a bit of a trance, because the scene in front of him seemed to coincide with the scene in his nightmare-a Chinese man with a beard appeared at the door, walked over with a smile, and shot him in the head.Yes, what he saw was a capable Chinese face, walking over with a smile.Kahan even tried to back away at one point, until the soldier stopped and saluted him.

"Prime Minister, this is the deputy commander of the First Reconnaissance Battalion of the Foreign Legion, Major Wu." Someone said.

"I'm James Wu, it's an honor to meet you, Your Excellency the Prime Minister."

Kahan froze for a moment, then held out his hand.

Obviously, the other party has seen something from the strange look of the Indian Prime Minister.

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, do you not like my surname? Yes, it is a Chinese surname, but I am not Chinese."

As soon as Major Wu spoke, everyone around him smirked to ease the embarrassment.

"I am very glad that you can come here. As the frontier bastion of the free world, we in India are too tired. We need more saviors to come."

Kahan said excitedly, tears streaming down his four clenched hands.

James Wu was immediately infected by the prime minister's genuine enthusiasm, and couldn't help but have a sore nose.

"Yes, we know your difficulties, we are late."

"No, no, it's never too late for any selfless assistance. The Indian people are eagerly looking forward to our allies at any time, to come and punish the evil and destroy our common enemy."

Surrounded by a group of people, Kahan tightly held the hand of this Chinese officer with an insignificant official position, and did not let go until he walked to his seat.

"Your Excellency, the enemy of India is our common enemy," Major Wu said with emotion. "Actually, I lived in that country before I was 12 years old, before I really breathed the air of freedom. Therefore, I am more important than you. I deeply know what a terrible and powerful opponent that is. But I ask you not to hate ordinary Chinese, we are here not only to save India, but also to save India, and finally liberate China.”

"Yes, we can have a good talk about such a great project."

Kahan's underground meeting rooms are 90 km away.

He Fan's Z-9 slowly landed on the ground. Since he found signs of the deployment of the enemy's AMRAAM surface-to-air missiles ahead, he had to change to a command vehicle to go to the theater.He anxiously got into the command vehicle below and learned the latest situation captured by the drone through the data link. Due to the serious enemy situation and the chaotic situation, a staff officer sat aside and gave the necessary explanation.

"In the past 6 hours, the enemy has torn open another 7 kilometers of the breach. The 11th Brigade of Pakistan filled it in, and soon lost more than half of it." The staff officer said sadly, and pressed a few buttons, and you can see As for the ground defeat, as many of the Pakistani troops have lost their organizational and communication capabilities, the actual situation of these troops cannot be summarized and can only be collected by drones. It is really a sad thing.

"How big is the loss?"

"Preliminary statistics show the loss of 270 tanks, another 150 combat vehicles and 900 military vehicles."

He Fan felt his temples throbbing. He had never heard of such a big loss since joining the war.It can be said that an entire armored division was eaten by the enemy within 8 hours, and his own speed of destroying the enemy had never reached such a height.

"How is the situation in person?"

"The Indians put all their last tanks here, more than 450. The coalition forces are still unknown, and it is difficult to collect intelligence. In short, there are M1A2s, and there may be some other main battle tanks."

Obviously, the precise number of Indian tanks is not counted by drones. It seems that intelligence infiltration is still effective for the Indian army, but it has little effect on the foreign legion. Of course, He Fan knows that he is here to do this. In the complete situation, he must make a relatively accurate judgment.

"Let's put aside the situation of the Indian army. The 6th Armored Division is fully staffed and has high morale. How did it become like this in such a short period of time?"

"...Well, there are many factors, but there are two main ones. One is that the enemy's weak night combat ability took advantage of the loopholes. The other is that the enemy's Javelin missiles. Judging from the wreckage left on the battlefield, more than half of the tanks and armored vehicles were taken advantage of by the enemy. Javelin missiles. In fact, tank warfare took place in a limited number of places."

"Is that so?" He Fan raised his legs and seemed to relax a bit.

"Preliminary analysis shows that the enemy's tactical use is relatively successful. They used the method of luring the enemy to lure the low-level armored division into the preset position. More tanks were destroyed by mines than by their tanks."

"Pakistan's armored forces don't have any bright spots?" He Fan shook his head impatiently.

"The only bright spot is in the east. There is a tank detachment that appeared there unexpectedly and attacked the enemy's rear baggage and artillery. However, it has no combat value. At best, it only harassed it. It has retreated to the north and is in the process of replenishment. The commander is Yahini, acting battalion commander of the tank battalion of the 1st Armored Division."

"It's him again. It seems that this kid still has two brushes." He Fanpili Yangqiu admired, his tone sounded strange, "Then what defensive measures does the enemy in front of us have?"

"After emergency reconnaissance, it can be confirmed that the enemy has stopped advancing northward and southward, and instead used the terrain to set up several lines of defense, respectively controlled by the Indian Army and a lightly armed force. The end of the line of defense is the armored force."

"What kind of night vision goggles do their light infantry use?"

"I didn't catch any prisoners. I don't know yet. It is estimated that a large number of them are equipped with AN/PVS-14 and the like. Monocular night vision devices are conducive to launching Javelin missiles."

While talking, the sound of cannons sounded in the distance, and the landing point was far away, but it seemed to be gradually approaching.

"The 155mm howitzer is theirs. Command the headquarters and the attached troops to immediately change the established route. Maybe there will be a long-range rocket launcher soon."

"Where are you going?"

"I don't care about this. Don't follow the same path. The monotonous route is easy to be caught by high-altitude synthetic aperture radar."

He dropped a sentence and continued to look at the map.He is not too worried about self-propelled howitzers. The enemy's high-altitude drones have a poor observation angle, and it is impossible to accurately indicate the target for the artillery. However, the rocket launcher can pour dozens of times more firepower than the howitzer in a short period of time. The area was covered airtight, so he had to be on guard.The range of the enemy M270 is not outstanding, so it can only be deployed forward, but the air force or that magical Yahini obviously did not clear it up.

"Are we advancing too fast, are we waiting for the follow-up troops to assemble before..." the staff officer asked?
"Wait until night? The advantage of the enemy's light infantry may be more obvious."

"Tanks directly against their infantry? Afraid to repeat the mistakes of the Pakistanis, the enemy will make full use of the terrain...their javelins..."

"The Javelin has a weakness... trust me, I can handle it."

He Fan simply put his feet on the phosphorous poison alarm equipment in front, looking confident.

"The country has just heard short-wave Chinese broadcasts from hostile forces. They claim that the battle last night wiped out an entire regiment of tanks at a single-digit cost."

"Let them brag, let's make them sober immediately. Report to Mr. Lin, and our department will immediately go into battle."

"Yes!"

The basement of the Prime Minister's Office in New Delhi.

James Wu got up to say goodbye.He has spent 30 minutes explaining his fighting intentions to the Prime Minister of India, and has received a medal for bravery from the House of Peoples.Now is the time to say goodbye and return to the battlefield. The Chinese army has rumbled back and is known to have about the strength of a full tank brigade.

"Your Excellency, in the battle last night, we only scratched the dragon's nails," Major Wu said with a wry smile, "I still have to go to the front line and punch it in the stomach. If the attack works, it will take a few days." Within a few days, the enemy to the south will be reduced to about half of its present size, so that they will never be able to get their hands on New Delhi."

"And then we counterattack Chandigarh?" Kahan asked eagerly.

"Yes, counterattack Chandigarh, and Dharamshala. We will take back every inch of land they have taken by force, as the saying goes, an eye for an eye, an eye for an eye."

James Wu sternly said that he has almost forgotten his military rank, and he has also forgotten that after retiring from the US military in 07, he has been engaged in the timber industry that has nothing to do with war and politics.He could feel it, his heartfelt sense of purpose burning.

To be fair, the major did not come here for money. Many years ago, when he came to the United States with 20 dollars in his pocket, he immediately inherited a large amount of inheritance. The inheritance came from an uncle he had never met. A former government army officer who was defeated and fled in the civil war.In addition to money, this uncle brought him boundless hatred for the new regime.

His army is full of people from different countries and with different goals in mind, the only thing in common is that they all think they are good at fighting.

Air Commander Eichmann received an order to withdraw troops urgently after suffering a lot of losses, so he had to leave the battlefield angrily. His troops had to quickly refuel before waiting for the real decisive battle. Their enemy would be an army from The Chinese tank force, which had successfully turned back in the south, had to frustrate the enemy's attempt to complete the encirclement again no matter what.

The commander-in-chief, Frings, sits in the rear, quietly waiting for all kinds of intelligence to be gathered in front of him. The highly efficient command makes good use of several high-altitude drones that cannot be reached by enemy missiles to track the enemy's ground troops. , Once the timing is right, use artillery to harass.He didn't know if the enemy's leading troops would stop to gather and wait for the follow-up troops. If so, he still had a chance to use long-range firepower to kill.He judged that no matter what, the enemy would not go into battle directly while marching. They have been fighting for 2 days in a row, and they definitely do not have such combat effectiveness.

Yelinsky, an armored warfare expert who is building a defense line, just scolded the Indian military officer on his flank through the radio. The Indian flinched and seemed to be weak when he saw the Chinese, which really made him angry.The billowing smoke and dust in the distance indicated that the enemy's forward troops had arrived.They no longer approach or stay in place, but move laterally outside the main fire range and emit smoke, as if deliberately making the battlefield less clear.Yelinsky had never seen such a formation. It seemed that the Chinese army was much more dexterous than the Pakistanis. He was full of enthusiasm and looked forward to this battle.

Australian Charles Cook, lying quietly on a stretcher, a helicopter is taking him out of the country, the war is over for him, his wing was wiped out, and the crew only survived him One, he saved his life by relying on the safety plate on one side of the cradle, but lost a few fingers.

(End of this chapter)