nucmednet Chapter 936 Grand Fireworks Show
Chapter 936 Grand Fireworks Show
In the vast area of Hashimoto Prefecture, close to southern Osaka, twelve temporary missile launch bases are like giant beasts in the dark night, quietly dormant between dense forests and valleys. Their existence seems to be a scar inadvertently carved by nature, but it reveals a sense of power that cannot be underestimated. The afterglow of the setting sun shines obliquely on these reinforced concrete fortresses, coating the impending storm with a layer of tragic golden light.
Inside the command post, the air was filled with a depressing and solemn atmosphere. Liu Chengxu, with his hands behind his back, was staring intently at the huge sand table in front of him, like a painter about to paint.
On the sand table, the model of Osaka city is clearly visible, and every building and every street are accurately reproduced in proportion, as if the fate of the entire city is in his hands.
He slowly raised his hand, lightly touching the position of Osaka on the sand table with his fingertips, and then suddenly thrust it forward. A red flag stood firmly on it, like a time bomb about to explode.
"Our next goal," he said with a sneer on his face, his voice low and powerful, "is to prepare an unprecedented grand fireworks display for Osaka City, causing the entire Fuso to fall into further panic."
The staff officer beside him, a young and capable lieutenant, nodded immediately upon hearing this.
"Reporting to the commander, each missile base is equipped with six V2 rocket launchers. With a total of twelve bases, we can launch seventy-two V2 rockets at Osaka at the same time, divided into three rounds, to ensure that every corner of the target area is covered."
Liu Chengxu nodded with satisfaction, a hint of approval flashed in his eyes, and then he spoke again, with unquestionable authority in his tone: "How is the supply of V2 missiles? Make sure that every missile can play a role at the critical moment."
"Don't worry, sir," the staff officer replied quickly, holding a copy of the latest supplies list tightly in his hand. "A large number of V2 rockets have been sent to major bases through secret channels. All launch devices have been debugged and loaded with ammunition. They can be deployed at any time to add the most brilliant touch to this fireworks display."
The streets of Osaka seemed particularly lonely and heavy in the afterglow of the setting sun. There was an indescribable tension in the air, as if every inch of air was telling of the city’s recent suffering.
From time to time, teams of Fuso army vehicles whizzed past, with police lights on the roofs flashing. The soldiers were on high alert, maintaining the fragile order of the city with their solid figures.
There are few pedestrians on the street, and occasionally one or two people can be seen hurrying by. Their steps are hurried and their expressions are solemn, as if everyone is carrying an unspeakable burden in his heart.
Five days ago, the sudden air raid descended upon this bustling city like a nightmare, completely engulfing half of the city in flames and smoke. Today, broken walls and ruins are everywhere, broken glass reflects dazzling light in the sun, and the once tall buildings are now only left with lonely steel skeletons, as if silently telling the tragic nature of the disaster.
In a narrow alley, a gray-haired old man held his grandson tightly in his hand, and his wife was walking unsteadily beside him. They stood in front of a ruin. That was their once warm home, but now it was only a mess. The old man's eyes were red and tears were rolling in his eyes.
In another building not far away, a young couple stood on the third-floor balcony. Their eyes penetrated the depressed streets and fell on the war-torn land in the distance.
The husband gently put his arm around his wife's shoulders and said softly, "Don't worry, we will get through this. Look, although the streets are full of ruins now, people are still trying to live, aren't they? As long as we are together, this is the best outcome."
The wife gently snuggled in her husband's arms and responded softly: "Yes, we will live well."
In the Fuso garrison camp in the south of the city, 100,000 reserve soldiers had just been urgently mobilized here. They stood straight, but their expressions could not hide their nervousness and anxiety. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on them, coating these young people who were about to step onto the battlefield with a layer of golden light, but it also reflected the uneasiness in their eyes.
On the high platform in the center of the military camp, on the bank of the Sanjing River, the highest military commander of the garrison, dressed in a neat military uniform, his epaulettes shining brightly in the sun.
He looked at the soldiers below the stage with a sharp gaze, and said in a sonorous voice: "Warriors of the Empire, we are gathered here today because the Fusang Empire is facing an unprecedented crisis. The iron hoofs of the Chinese Expeditionary Force are approaching our capital, and every inch of the Empire is at risk of being trampled."
Mitsui's words echoed over the military camp. He paused, his eyes sharper: "But please remember, our Fuso Empire has never surrendered easily. Today, as reserve soldiers of the empire, you will shoulder the responsibility of protecting our homeland. We have only one goal, which is to build an indestructible line of defense, stop the Chinese expeditionary force, and be loyal to the empire!"
Upon hearing this, the soldiers in the audience began to look at each other and started to shout slogans to support Mitsui.
Seeing this, Mitsui Hegan nodded with satisfaction. He knew that these young soldiers had begun to find their own fighting spirit. He announced loudly: "From now on, you will receive the most rigorous training and grow into real warriors in the shortest time. The future of the empire is in your hands!"
In the front-line command post, Liu Chengxu held the phone tightly in his hand. On the other end of the phone was Yuan Chong, the head of the missile force. This general, known as the "Iron-blooded Commander" in the military, was waiting for orders.
"Yuan Chong, I'm Liu Chengxu." Every word Liu Chengxu said seemed to carry a heavy weight. "Now, I'm officially giving the order. At nine o'clock tonight, launch the V2 rocket on time to inflict a devastating blow to the entire Osaka. You must go all out."
Yuan Chong's voice on the other end of the phone was without any hesitation: "Yes, sir! The missile troops are ready to fire at any time. We will live up to our mission and ensure that every missile can accurately hit the target."
After hanging up the phone, Yuan Chong immediately turned around, his voice echoing in the empty command room, full of pre-war tension and excitement: "Soldiers, now is the time when the country needs us! At nine o'clock tonight, we will launch a devastating attack on the entire Osaka. Every minute and every second of our preparation will determine the outcome of the battle."
His words were like a drum of war, inspiring the fighting spirit of the soldiers. The soldiers quickly took action and began to check the launch device in an orderly manner.
Under Yuan Chong's command, the soldiers loaded ammunition and debugged the firing system quickly and orderly.
As the night deepened, the tense atmosphere in the missile base reached its peak. Yuan Chong stood on the command platform, staring at Osaka in the distance with a sharp gaze.
He silently prayed in his heart: "May our missiles be like the sword of justice, cutting through the darkness and bringing final victory to this war."
At exactly nine o'clock, with Yuan Chong's order, the missile unit's launch device began to roar, and the V2 rocket, like an angry fire dragon, cut through the night sky and headed straight for Osaka.