Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 516: Airborne Forces End the Destruction of the Bay Island Corps

At this time, Li Haman was sitting in the cockpit, watching all this with cold eyes.

There was no trace of pity or sympathy on his face. He knew very well that war was cruel and ruthless, and compared to the crimes that Fusang had committed on Chinese soil, this was already very merciful.

"Air Force units prepare to return!" Li Haman gave orders into the communicator.

Following his instructions, the air force planes began to return one after another. They completed the bombing mission and cleared the way for the subsequent airborne operations.

Soon after, fifty Yunxiao transport planes formed a neat team in the air, like a huge silver arrow, cutting through the skyline and rapidly approaching the target area. These transport planes carried the final finishing force - an airborne regiment of 2,000 people, who would land on the ruins of Wannan and completely eliminate the remaining Fuso soldiers.

"The airborne regiment prepares to parachute!" Li Haman issued the order again.

As the order was issued, the paratroopers quickly prepared for parachuting. They put on their parachutes, fastened their safety belts, and waited for the right time to jump out of the cabin. Amid the roar of the transport plane, they stared at the devastated Bay Island Corps base below with cold eyes.

When the transport plane reached the predetermined altitude, the cabin door burst open and a strong wind howled in.

The paratroopers jumped out of the cabin one by one, and their parachutes unfolded gorgeously in the air, like blooming flowers. At the moment of parachuting, they felt the speed of the wind and the weightlessness brought by the rapid descent, and their hearts were filled with anticipation for the upcoming battle.

The soldiers of the airborne regiment landed on the ruins of the Wandao Corps like aliens. The smoke had not yet dissipated, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder. Under their feet was the land full of shell craters and building debris, and they took every step carefully.

The soldiers quickly gathered, divided into small teams, and began to search the ruins carefully.

At this time, a Fuso soldier whose legs were blown off hid behind a collapsed building wall. His face was pale, his clothes were tattered, and the wounds on his legs were bloody and shocking. His eyes were full of despair and collapse, and the originally proud samurai spirit completely collapsed at this moment.

When one of the squadrons of soldiers appeared in front of him, he was terrified. With trembling hands, he began to beg for mercy in Japanese: "Please, don't kill me! I have lost both legs and can no longer fight! Please let me live!"

The team leader was an experienced veteran. He understood the Fuso soldiers' pleas for mercy, but there was no mercy in his eyes.

He stared at the other party indifferently and said in a firm tone: "War is cruel. The moment you set foot on Chinese soil, you are destined to pay the price for your actions. Your begging for mercy cannot change your fate. We must complete our mission."

Other soldiers also gathered around, holding their weapons tightly and staring at the Fuso soldier with vigilance. In their eyes, this injured enemy was still a potential threat.

The Fuso soldier was even more devastated when he saw this. He shouted at the top of his lungs: "No! I don't want to die! I have a family waiting for me to return! Please give me a chance!"

However, the team leader was not swayed by his plea for mercy. He ordered coldly: "Don't waste time, execute the order!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers gave him a bullet without hesitation.

They knew that in war, kindness and mercy would only put themselves in danger. They must always remain calm and decisive.

On the battlefield, sporadic gunshots rose and fell, like the last roar of a dying beast. It was the last counterattack of the surviving Fuso soldiers in a desperate situation where they had no way to retreat or escape. They hid in the corners of ruins, behind collapsed buildings, or in broken bunkers, and the guns in their hands became their only support.

However, their resistance seemed so weak and helpless under the tight offensive of the airborne regiment soldiers. The airborne regiment soldiers wore camouflage uniforms and helmets, their eyes were firm and cold, and they were ordered to ensure that no enemy would be left alive.

"Pay attention to tactical coordination and don't give the enemy any chance!" the squad leader ordered in a low voice. He held a rifle and was always alert to the movements around him. His voice was calm and decisive, revealing an unquestionable majesty.

The soldiers quickly dispersed and formed an encirclement. They took advantage of the terrain and adopted a roundabout tactic to gradually narrow the encirclement. Every move seemed orderly, and every shot was accurate and decisive.

Under the fierce attack of the airborne regiment, the resistance of the Fuso soldiers became weaker and weaker. Their gunshots gradually became sparse, and finally fell completely silent. The soldiers of the airborne regiment did not stop, they continued to search every possible hiding place to ensure that no Fuso soldier could survive.

"There's movement over there!" a soldier suddenly shouted, pointing to a corner of the ruins, where there seemed to be a faint gasp.

The squad leader immediately led several soldiers towards that direction. They carefully bypassed a pile of collapsed rubble and finally found a dying Fuso soldier. He was lying in a pool of blood, staring at the sky with his eyes blankly, and seemed to have given up resistance.

"Kill him!" the team leader ordered.

The soldiers quickly stepped forward and stabbed the Fuso soldier's vital points with their bayonets.

He did not offer any resistance, but just looked at these cruel enemies with empty eyes.

"Mission accomplished, there are no survivors in this area." The team leader reported to the headquarters.

As time passed, the sun gradually filled the ruins. After more than a day of intense searching and fierce fighting, the soldiers of the airborne regiment finally completed their arduous mission.

Except for the Fuso soldiers who were buried alive in the air-raid shelters and destined to die silently in the dark, all the enemies on the ground, no matter how secretly they hid, were searched out one by one by the airborne regiment without exception. Their cries and pleas for mercy echoed in the empty battlefield, but all of this seemed so insignificant in the ears of the airborne regiment soldiers.

The soldiers of the airborne regiment had no soft hearts, but they knew the cruelty and ruthlessness of war. Every enemy could be a potential threat, and they also understood that invaders like Fuso were not worthy of sympathy at all.

Therefore, they could only carry out orders ruthlessly to ensure that every enemy was completely eliminated.

During this process, the airborne regiment suffered no more than double-digit casualties. Some of them were hit by enemy stray bullets, and some died heroically in fierce fighting.

The soldiers of the airborne regiment did not retreat or hesitate at all. They completed their mission resolutely and made their efforts and sacrifices for the victory of the war.

With the fall of the last Fuso soldier, the Wandao Army was completely destroyed. This army that once swaggered in Wandao was now only a ruin and dead silence. The Fuso troops in Wandao were also completely wiped out by the airborne regiment and could no longer pose a threat to this land.

"Report to the Air Command, the airborne regiment has completed the finishing work and requests assistance in evacuation!" The voice of the commander of the airborne regiment came from the communicator, his tone revealed fatigue but determination.

The response from the Air Command came quickly: "Received. The airborne regiment has performed excellently. We are now ordering the transport squadron to immediately respond. Please prepare for evacuation."

As the order was issued, the soldiers of the airborne regiment began to pack up their equipment and prepare to evacuate. Although they were physically and mentally exhausted, they couldn't help but feel relieved when they heard the news of the upcoming evacuation.

Soon after, the transport squadron's planes arrived over the battlefield. They looked like a group of huge silver birds, standing out against the blue sky. When the soldiers of the airborne regiment saw the planes, they smiled with joy.

"Everyone, get on the plane, we're going home!" the team leader shouted.

The soldiers ran towards the plane, climbed up the plane's gangway and entered the cabin. Inside the cabin, they found their seats, fastened their seat belts, and waited for takeoff.

The plane began to take off slowly, carrying the soldiers of the airborne regiment away from this land filled with smoke and death.