Darkstone Code-Chapter 1032 - 1030: Bombardment

What is... that?

While enjoying the thought that "Federation people are just like this," the small coalition forces of the Mariluo Warlords looked towards the distant sky. The sky was not yet fully bright, which served as the perfect camouflage for the bombers until they arrived in the war zone and were discovered.

The firefight on the battlefield paused for a moment.

Is it an aircraft?

Airplanes are no secret anymore. Besides the fact that some of them unfortunately became the first to be hit by aircraft and recorded in history, it had been widely spread that Federation aircraft could be practically used in combat.

Many countries are researching aircraft, with Gafura being the most proactive.

It’s as if they are unselfishly pushing the world forward by continually publishing parameters for some of their aircraft models.

It’s no exaggeration to say that because they released some data and blueprints, the entire world is now frantically researching airplanes.

There’s no choice; the Federation already has strike capabilities, and the parameters and models released by Gafura are already quite advanced. Who knows if they are hiding something more advanced?

To prevent military power from being criticized by international powers, the best way is to enhance oneself.

This world war gave everyone a basic sense of alliance, understanding that one cannot handle an international war alone, so will the alliances in the next world war be like today, like this?

The military competition and ideological competition between the Federation and Gafura might lead to a world opposition centered around the two nations in the future.

If so, then the strength of either side is the greatest malice towards other countries that are not strong enough.

So, one must become strong!

The roar from the sky disturbed the still-sleeping military observers, who ran out in their underwear with binoculars in hand.

Even a military observer from Gafura exclaimed "unbelievable" because, in their research, they believe the biplane fixed-wing structure is currently the most stable model.

But now, what does he see?

It’s a monoplane fixed-wing aircraft, with a structure that seems indescribably rational, he even feels that an aircraft should be like this.

Moreover... these aircraft are flying too high, surpassing the current extreme data of Gafura’s research.

They appeared about the size of a soybean, but through binocular observation, the Gafura observer knew it was actually bigger than he imagined!

Flying high means ground air defenses cannot effectively intercept these planes. The Gafura people have also started researching air defense forces because they witnessed the power of the Federals, so their first thought was defense, not attack.

Defense!

But if the anti-aircraft autocannon can’t hit that high, what’s the use?

He watches the planes for a while, then lowers his head to sketch their outlines on his removed shirt with a pen.

His action reminded others, and everyone began taking off their clothes or searching for paper to draw.

These people all had excellent drawing skills. They are not masters, not craftsmen, their drawings lack flair, but they can faithfully replicate what they see!

When the planes were directly overhead, some people noticed it wasn’t two planes, but six.

They were split into two formations, two leading planes followed by two flanks, flying straight through the sky like "^^" towards the distance.

The entire battlefield paused because of these suddenly appearing things.

People looked up, watching those airplanes, just watching them...

Until...

The gates of Hell opened!

"We have reached the designated location, proceed with the bombing as planned."

The six planes slowly parted, and then people saw something like dust falling down.

"Are they laying eggs?", a soldier from the warlord’s forces quipped, not believing that the "dust" would cause them any harm.

So it’s said, reading more books never hurts.

Not long after, the moment the shrieking whistle sounded around them, everyone felt an uncontrollable panic in their hearts!

A seven-pound fragmentation bomb, with more gunpowder, more fragments, is not meant to destroy buildings; it can’t achieve that level.

Its only purpose in production and design is to maximize effective killing of all targets!

The first bomb fell on the field artillery position, and at the moment it exploded, with this bomb’s impact point as the core, an invisible wind seemed to sweep around!

It was the wind raised by the scythe of the Death God, and no one could defend against it!

The raised dust, the spark struck off the artillery barrel by the fragments, and the people falling like a wheat field that had been cut by a scythe!

The soldier who thought it was just planes laying eggs still had a stunned look in his eyes, which were split in half right at the bridge of his nose!

Blood and dust mixed together, burying all the world’s beauty; even the air became lethal at that moment!

Two hundred and forty seven-pound fragmentation bombs directly washed the entire artillery position and the warlord coalition’s rear with blood.

At this moment, whether they are inside the building or not actually doesn’t matter much.

Those high-speed rotating fragments with terrifying kinetic energy can easily penetrate ordinary wooden structures and adobe houses. Inside the house, they might die a bit more decently—

Because the fragments of the dead bodies won’t fly everywhere, and there’s no worry about accidentally packing someone else’s parts with them!

There’s not even a scream!

The dense bombing and shrapnel take people away so quickly they don’t even have time to scream!

The buildings are collapsing rapidly, not because of some overwhelming force, but as if time has put a terrible curse on them, naturally decaying!

The dust rising in the distance permeates the entire rear, and six aircraft in the sky begin to return home. Ryan looks at those aircraft, seemingly realizing something.

"Are they... done for?"

He clenches his fist tightly, "We can still fight, there’s no need to retreat!"

Then, the communications squad’s operator starts shouting loudly, "Our bombers destroyed the enemy artillery positions, we don’t need to retreat, attack, continue to attack!"

"Long live the Federation!"

The soldiers’ previously dampened spirits are ignited in an instant, a power generated from the void enters their bodies, filling them with strength!

Fatigue, frustration, at this moment, are overwhelmed by fervor, gunfire erupts again, but this time, it’s noticeably louder on the Federation’s side.

The battlefront, which hasn’t moved much, begins to slowly advance, and everyone can feel a sensation they’ve never experienced before.

It might be a sense of security, perhaps the pride of being a member of the Federation, or maybe... in any case, it’s complex. That feeling makes them proud, some even shed tears while fighting.

They are not afraid, but rather shedding tears of excitement for their nation’s strength.

Meanwhile, the frontline command announces its disbandment, with Darkstone Security’s officer and Mr. Lynch taking direct command.

At this time, Lynch stands in a brightly lit room, before him the plan of the city where the war is happening, and some simple toy soldiers on the table...

In urgency, people couldn’t find so many real models, so they had to buy some toys as substitutes.

Lynch thinks for a while, shakes his head, and there are some Ministry of Defense officials in the room.

"If we want to clear out the entire city, it would be very difficult for us, and it would also cause us enormous extra casualties."

"So this time, we have to follow my plan..."

Ten minutes later, instructions from Mr. Lynch reach the frontline.

The telegraph operator faithfully records the message received, translating it onto special paper.

"The head office requires us to quickly rescue our external personnel trapped in the city, and then inform all civilians to leave the area through broadcasting after the combat ends, and finally... use the special shell."

Expressions change, the special shell isn’t visually impressive. Instead, it’s silent and lacks flashes, hitting the ground without exploding, merely cracking open to reveal the broken chemical agents inside.

These chemical agents, when mixed together, become a deadly concoction!

Facts prove, the Ministry of Defense’s moves are akin to a prostitute wanting to be praised for purity, not only failing to bring victory but also dragging the Federation’s war efforts into a mire.

Now, what’s needed is to let people witness the Federation’s resolve for victory, not a Federation suffering severe losses over face!

History is always written by the victors.

Even if it’s a massacre, as long as those carrying out the massacre are the ultimate victors, it could become a turning point in history, establishing the tone of justice triumphing over evil, an indelible historical mark.

People won’t see it as a massacre, but rather as the determination of justice!

The frontline, losing artillery support, plus the intimidation brought by aircraft bombardment, sees the Warlord’s army in steady retreat, particularly when some retreat to the end, terrified by scenes akin to Hell.

They’ve seen many terrifying things, but here, at this moment, they suddenly feel as naïve as children in the past.

Everywhere is blood and flesh, the cannon barrels stained with various mottled marks, the surrounding collapsed houses seemingly narrate the experiences here.

With every step, there’s a chance of something rugged underfoot, the dense shrapnel mercilessly killing everything standing within its range, regardless of what it is!

With low morale, combined with the fervent advance of the Federals, the resistance ends by half-past eleven in the morning.

Other than a few Warlord militants unable to retreat in time, most have evacuated the city.

Ryan also finds the wounded.

A large portion has already died from blood loss and other causes, the remaining ones are in poor condition.

Battlefield emergency medical care can only resolve some simple wounds, such as abdominal ruptures or limb tears, are beyond treatment!

Even if the bleeding stops, it only appears so, especially for internal injuries.

In another battle, hundreds more have died. In less than a month since arriving in Mariluo, the Federals have paid a heavy price for their arrogance and contempt!

Yet, all of it, was very much worth it.