Thunder Strikes Back

Chapter 789 Amir's Attack Rhythm
Lin Huaisheng was on a camp bed in the bedroom, and when he heard the news of the surrender of the southern enemy, he sat up excitedly.This is the most important thing for him, because it is about how the war will end.He knew what his superiors were worried about, and that was actually what happened. First, he was worried that the war would continue endlessly, and second, he was worried that the positions of his allies would change.

Pakistan has never objected to attacks on the Indian mainland, but New Delhi is not included in their counterattack plan, and it is China's plan to overthrow the Indian regime.According to their thinking, of course, the captured coastal areas should be recovered first, and rebel provinces like Baluchistan are the top priority.The local separatists have become bigger now, and the Pakistani regime has been driven away from the local area for nearly half a year.According to intelligence forecasts, the region will complete the general election next month, and then the United States will be the first to recognize the new regime there.

But now the situation has changed, He Fan has seized so many coalition forces, the United States will inevitably make concessions on this matter, there is no doubt about it.To some extent, this battle in the south of New Delhi has determined that the separatist forces in Baluchistan must not go too far.

Lin Huaisheng immediately got up and called a video conference. A dozen or so major military officers (including the domestic part) separated by thousands of kilometers discussed the situation using the communication system, and each expressed their optimistic views on the New Delhi campaign. Most people believed that if politics did not allow If it is delayed, then a partial battle can be launched tomorrow, and Kahan's rule is on the verge of crumbling and may collapse at any time.

He Fan did not attend the meeting because he was busy with accepting the surrender, but Lin had decided to let his troops take a rest first, take on the simple task of monitoring the enemy outside, and at the same time serve as a reserve team, waiting to enter New Delhi in any direction.

Later, he received a call from Xu Jingzhe. Xu thought more deeply about the surrender of the coalition forces. At present, the domestic film crew is on the way. At the same time, he asked the army to give various conveniences to Western journalists in and out of New Delhi. Let them go to the battlefield to watch one look.In the end, he hopes to use the available facts to spread propaganda against the stubborn enemies in New Delhi.

In the garden of the Prime Minister's Palace in New Delhi, Kahan finally hid here quietly after sunset on this day for a breath of fresh air.

There are not too many bodyguards around him, so as not to be seen by some eyeliner in the sky, which will lead to a "targeted killing".But he still dare not come here to bask in the sun during the day, although the doctor believes that hiding in the dark basement all day will have serious consequences, but the current situation does not allow him to come to the ground during the day.Now the Prime Minister's Office has become his cage, and he can only get a short time to relax after nightfall.

Lieutenant General Muyar stood next to Kahan in a high spirited manner, looking up from time to time to observe. If a bomb really fell, he planned to pick up the Prime Minister and run away.Now in Kahan's mind, Muyar has surpassed the chief of staff of the army who never participated in various meetings of the prime minister's office, and has become his most important general.

Charman, the gloomy intelligence chief, sat in the shadow on one side. Recently, he was not always in the city, and his whereabouts were more erratic, but Kahan still regarded him as his most important eyes and ears.

"Prime Minister, the good news is that we successfully counterattacked the attack of the enemy's 1st Armored Division in the east today and wiped out a large number of tanks. The teenage commando of the Self-Defense Forces went into battle. More than 50 prisoners were captured. In addition, the air defense unit shot down 4 enemy planes and captured 1 pilot. At present, the Minister of Information is holding a press conference at the Kempinski Hotel to demonstrate our achievements.”

Muyar proudly said that it was his idea to recruit fewer recruits, and now he finds that these boy scouts perform well on the battlefield, and are sometimes more valuable than adult soldiers, for example, they can carry explosives through small sewage pipes , to attack the enemy tanks parked in the rear, adults can't do it.

"Very well, the children are so brave, it reminds me of my youth; I think, sometime tomorrow, I can meet these little heroes." Kahan said flatly, as if talking about an ordinary thing.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, if you want to meet these underage soldiers, it is best not to allow foreign journalists to appear near the security zone of the Prime Minister's Office. These people may issue press releases that are not good for us and affect the sympathy of the West for us." Shadow. Charmain in reminded.

"Of course I know that. But the Westerners have abandoned us. They should not continue to make irresponsible remarks about the way the Indians defended India. By the way, that Yelinsky, the one I saw last time Deaf man, has he run away?"

"It's still not clear. The Chinese broadcasts we heard indicated that the coalition forces were besieged in the southern mountainous area and might surrender soon. There is still a response from the United States. From my experience, if the Americans do not refute the Chinese propaganda, probably It’s almost the same.”

"If the coalition forces are killed. In other words, starting tomorrow, New Delhi will face a real test?" Kahan worried.

"I think so. In the morning, their radio station published Jamilan's open letter. My people transcribed it. If you don't mind, I have it with me?"

Charmain said as if reaching out, trying to take something out of his pocket.

"No, I never want to see any political performances from this traitor," Kahan paused, "but it's okay if you just say it."

"Jemiron wants to stop the pointless waste of life. He wants us to try to negotiate with the Chinese. He can be a middleman. I think it is very likely that the Chinese ordered it. They may want to negotiate with us."

Charman said cautiously that he brought this letter today because he wanted to listen to Kahan for the last time, because he felt that when the Chinese army had an overwhelming military advantage, it might be an opportunity to hint that peace talks could be possible.He was well aware of the consequences of the continuation of the siege, that within a few days there would be famine in New Delhi.Of course, it's not that he doesn't know Kahan's temperament, but even if there is a thousandth hope, he wants to give it a try.

"Jemiron is a poisonous snake." Lieutenant General Muyar grabbed the pistol on his belt and said, "He has been completely reduced to a lackey of the Chinese. I should have shot him if I knew he was this kind of guy... We are fighting for the future of India and he is doing everything he can to destroy India."

"Perhaps we could try to talk?" Charmain said.

"No, in fact, on the contrary, they took the initiative to hint at negotiations, indicating that they must not be able to hold on any longer. Pakistan's rear is unstable, and the Baluchistan is rebelling. They will not hold out for long according to the Chinese will, and the Chinese have not Sufficient troops, if we continue to insist, we will definitely see the light. But now, we have agreed to peace talks, and we have fallen into their tricks."

Kahan said straightforwardly, Charmain knew that he had come here for nothing today, and Kahan had completely lost his mind, like a gambler who couldn't escape from the poker table.

After nightfall, the gunfire around New Delhi gradually subsided, but a new storm was quietly brewing, waiting for the opportunity to erupt.

In the early morning, behind the rubble near the Nyaman Railway Station in eastern New Delhi, the disgraced Private First Class Harish poked his head out from behind the rubble holding a rocket launcher to welcome a new day of fighting.

The Pakistanis had moved into the east of the town, less than 200 meters from them.There came the sound of Pakistanis in their morning prayers, a signal that the fighting was about to begin.

One month ago, Harish, who was less than 1 years old, was an orphan, beggar and pickpocket on the streets of New Delhi. When the Self-Defense Forces entered, an officer took him and many other poor children and took them to a place with a bed for a day. The place for three meals made him feel warm for the first time in his life.Then they began to receive training, learning to handle weapons and the creed of killing for good.Now, Harish firmly believes that he must defend his benefactor and never allow someone to take this life away.

Lieutenant Rajeev walked past about 400 young soldiers without fear of enemy snipers, looking calm and calm.He has a long scar on his face and is known for his bravery and sternness.

"Boys, think about the fight at Hardway Station these days, we beat the shit out of those idiots across the way, here today, we're going to continue to give them a little bit of pain. Well, now who's going to say Look, the characteristics of the enemy's attack? I want to see what you have grown."

"Sir, they launch shelling every morning after prayers. After 20 minutes of shelling, the tanks will go into battle." Harish replied quickly.

"Very good. You have completely seen through the enemy's way, so today your task is to lurk here. If you hold your breath and pretend that you are a rock, then their tank soldiers will mistake you for a rock. Wait Those tanks get close and hit hard. Whoever destroys one tank gets a bicycle; whoever destroys two gets a watch; and whoever destroys three tanks gets the chance to meet the Prime Minister in person at the Chancellery."

The officer continued to encourage, and the speech was generally very effective, but the second half confused these children who had never seen the world. They couldn't figure out why the person who destroyed a tank could get more. Go to the Prime Minister's Office to meet someone Old man, no one seems to make any sense.

"Okay, let's all get into the trenches. From now on, protect your weapons. If you lose command, you will fight on your own and never retreat."

After the officer gave the last order, he hurried into the car and retreated to the rear.

A few minutes later, a sharp whistling sound fell from the sky, and the shells of the 122mm howitzer slammed into the vicinity of the street, quickly razing the main buildings on both sides to the ground.

The preparation of the artillery can roughly expose the main offensive line of the Pakistani army that day, even a teenager can see it.Of course, the artillery fire was not ineffective. Some trenches under the ruins were collapsed, and many underage soldiers were buried alive below before they could see the opponent's tanks; but Harish was once again favored by the gods, and he hid in the narrow gap , listening to the shells falling densely, and then gradually extending to the west.He knew that the enemy's attack was about to start. During the battles for several days, he observed that the enemy's attack routine had never changed.He has yet to destroy an enemy tank, and today he swears, something must be gained.

He didn't need to stick his head out to watch, the rumbling vibrations indicated the approaching enemy tanks, the shouting of Pakistani soldiers far in the rear, and the occasional burst of machine gun fire.

He roughly judged the position of the enemy tank, and quickly dragged the bazooka, crawling from the sewage pipes below the street to the opposite side. These jerry-built cement pipes are only a quarter of the normal size, often causing poor drainage in the town. In fact, only undernourished minors can climb over it.

When Harish was halfway through the crawl, he could feel the appalling vibrations directly above him. Apparently, a tank was passing overhead at ground speed, and then a second one, with much quieter movement.

When he finally climbed to the opposite side, he slowly stretched out his head as the instructor taught him. Sure enough, two tanks passed by, one behind the other, and the infantry behind did not know where they were.He carefully picked up the bazooka. It took him a few minutes to learn how to launch this kind of weapon. Although he still couldn't read the reticle in the scope, the instructor didn't bother to teach them the part of long-distance ranging. He only asked them to Get close to the point where the enemy tank fills the scope, so you won't miss it.

Harish disengaged the safety and pulled the trigger decisively.A burst of flame hit the rear Weasel from behind (Harish couldn't tell the difference between a tank and an IFV), instantly destroying the expensive vehicle.

If Amir knew that the academic tactics of his Butan coordination had been found by some illiterate pickpocket on the streets of New Delhi, he should have slapped himself several times.

Harish quickly dropped the bazooka and rolled down the ruins, taking advantage of the opportunity to extinguish the flames on the clothes lit by the bazooka.Machine gun bullets were flying behind him. He knew that someone from a nearby commanding height had seen him. He ran across the street corner as fast as he could, but the bullets failed to catch up with him.He has spent most of his life playing hide-and-seek with street cops, and if running slowly means getting a baton, this is his advantage now.

At this time, another 13-year-old junior soldier sneaked up close to the tank in front of which was turning the turret around. He wanted to climb up the ruins and commandeer the tank to win his bicycle, but his movements were a little slow. Got shot down by a sniper.

The head-burst body rolled down at Harish's feet.Harish picked up the slow-brained bazooka and hid it again. He has already touched the weakness of tanks these days. They are big and clumsy, have limited vision, and run slowly. They are not difficult to deal with, but be careful of the infantry in the rear .

Amir commanded the battle about one kilometer behind and saw several 1st infantry fighting vehicles destroyed and burned. The staff officer handed over the latest casualty report and was pushed away by him.

"Don't show me this. What did the infantry do? Let them quickly occupy the houses on both sides, but their movements are too slow, and they are too out of touch with the tanks, giving the enemy a loophole."

"The commander of Company A said that the tanks were running too fast, and they followed a lot when they got off the infantry fighting vehicles."

"Remove this company commander and let the deputy company commander take over. I hate the person who is not good at execution and wants to deny it."

"Yes."

"Report, Company C has captured 11 prisoners of war, all of whom are minors. Captain Poulter wants to know, is it..."

"You still come to ask me about this kind of thing, these infantry have no brains. Are these little bastards allowed to grow up to take revenge?"

"Brigade Commander, there are still many infantry hidden in the ruins of the nearby old city, and they are getting more and more adapted to our tactics."

"Notify the artillery, continue to make a base in the old city area, I don't believe that these rats can't be wiped out." Amir looked at his watch anxiously, "Damn it, none of the infantry companies assigned to me are experienced. Slowed down my offensive tempo."

(End of this chapter)