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

Chapter 1061 Asanogawa remains calm in times of crisis

The battle became extremely fierce in an instant.

The firepower configuration of the men in black was extremely reasonable. The heavy machine gunners occupied the commanding heights, suppressing the main movement route of the 24th Regiment. The light machine gunners and riflemen were scattered in various positions, forming a crossfire network.

"Boom!" A mortar shell exploded in front of the regiment's position, blowing three soldiers away.

"Damn it!" the regiment commander cursed, "Even their mortar artillery is so accurate!"

Although the 24th Regiment had a numerical advantage, it was at a disadvantage in this street-like terrain. The soldiers were forced to disperse and hide in various bunkers, unable to launch an effective counterattack.

"Bang! Boom! Boom!"

The firing points in the houses kept firing, accurately killing the exposed soldiers. These shooters were very skilled, and every bullet could cause casualties.

"Mr. Asano!" The corps commander crawled to Asanogawa's side, "The situation is not good!"

Asanogawa was hiding behind an overturned military truck, observing the situation on the battlefield with a gloomy face.

"According to the reports from the frontline soldiers," the captain wiped the sweat off his forehead, "there are at least 800 people hiding in the houses around! These people have extremely high combat qualities and are definitely professionally trained!"

"Eight hundred people?" Asanogawa narrowed his eyes, "Including the black-clad men in front, that's more than 1,300 people..."

"Boom! Boom!" Two more mortar shells fell, shaking the ground.

"The most troublesome thing is," the wing commander continued to report, "they obviously know this terrain very well. The location of each firing point has been carefully designed to form a perfect firepower network. We simply cannot break through in a short period of time!"

One soldier tried to rush to another bunker but was immediately hit by fire from three directions and killed instantly.

"Not only that," the commander pointed at the surrounding buildings, "they chose to ambush in residential areas. Even if we wanted to bombard them, we would be afraid to do so."

Asanogawa clenched his fists. These people were clearly well prepared, not only in terms of troop deployment, but also in terms of psychological warfare.

The fighting on the streets became increasingly fierce. Although the soldiers of the 24th Regiment fought back vigorously, they were restricted everywhere. The firepower of the men in black was tightly deployed, almost blocking all the escape routes.

"Da da da!" The heavy machine gun fire knocked down a row of soldiers who were preparing to charge.

"Bang! Bang!" The shooters in the residential areas continued to take lives, and their shooting skills were so accurate that it was frightening.

The roar of mortars continued, and the shells always landed precisely on the regiment's assembly point. These gunners were obviously experienced and knew how to cause the greatest damage with the least amount of ammunition.

"Report!" A messenger crawled over, "More than half of the people on the west side have been killed or wounded! The bunkers on the east side have been destroyed, and the brothers can only hold on to their positions!"

The captain's face became uglier and uglier: "Lord Asano, if this continues, we will be exhausted to death here!"

Asanogawa stared at the battlefield ahead. In the smoke, he saw Fujita Ying still standing at the window, watching everything coldly. But he knew that the planner of this ambush was definitely not just Fujita Ying.

Who on earth has such powerful strength that can mobilize so many elite forces?

Asanogawa stared at the battlefield, thinking rapidly in his mind.

"Captain," he said in a deep voice, "there are 30,000 reserve troops responsible for suppressing the riots. In addition to the two regiments we brought, there are seven regiments guarding the Emperor's Palace, the Prime Minister's Office and other important government agencies."

The wing commander nodded, knowing the deployment of these troops.

“However,” Asanogawa continued, “the Sanhe Regiment is currently idle. They are stationed not far from here.”

"You mean..." A glimmer of hope flashed in the captain's eyes.

"Contact the Sanhe Regiment immediately," Asanogawa ordered decisively, "and have them come to reinforce us. Once the reinforcements arrive, we will be able to turn the tide and capture all these more than a thousand people."

The wing commander immediately took out his communication equipment and began to contact the Sanhe wing.

"Yes, Lord Asano, I'll do it right away!" He quickly crawled to the back, looking for a safe communication position.

Asanogawa watched the commander leave, feeling a little relieved. As long as the Sanhe Regiment could arrive in time, the ambush could be resolved.

He knew that the fighting power of the Sanhe League should not be underestimated. As long as they joined the battle, with the advantages of numbers and equipment, they could completely turn the situation around.

"Hold on," Asanogawa encouraged the soldiers around him, "Reinforcements will arrive soon. We will definitely be able to break this siege."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers' morale was slightly boosted and they continued to resist stubbornly behind their shelters.

The battle was still fierce, with gunshots and explosions ringing in the ears. But Asanogawa was confident. He believed that as soon as the reinforcements arrived, these men in black and the enemies hiding in the houses would be completely defeated.

The situation in the city was completely out of control, with chaotic crowds and fierce fighting sounds everywhere on the streets. Various forces were intertwined in this ancient city, like an endless storm.

Outside the city, the situation was equally tense.

The two rocket regiments were neatly arranged on the open ground. 280 Katyusha self-propelled rocket launchers were lined up with their muzzles raised high, like sleeping beasts, ready to spit out flames of destruction at any time.

Stein personally went to the front line, standing next to the command vehicle, holding a detailed map in his hand. He scanned the map back and forth, thinking about the best attack plan.

"Captain Klinge," Stein turned to look at the commander of the Imperial Division beside him, "We need to determine the target of our firepower coverage."

Klinghe nodded and pointed to an area on the map: "According to the information provided by the Mitsui family, there are now five reserve regiments stationed in the area near the Imperial Palace."

Stein frowned. "Five squadrons? It seems they attach great importance to the defense of the Emperor's Palace."

"That's right," Klinghe continued, running his finger across the map, "but this also gives us an opportunity. As long as we lock on here and provide carpet fire coverage, we can completely destroy their defense line."

Stein pondered for a moment and nodded: "Once these squadrons are destroyed, the defense of the Imperial Palace will be vulnerable."

"By then," Klinghe said with a hint of coldness in his voice, "the angry people will directly overturn the Emperor's Palace. The Imperial Division's troops can take the opportunity to advance."

Stein's eyes became firm: "Okay, let's execute this plan."

He turned to the commander of the rocket regiment and gave an order: "Prepare fire coverage, target the reserve corps station near the Emperor's Palace."

The commander immediately began to dispatch, and the muzzle of the rocket launcher was slowly adjusted to lock onto the target area.

"All units, attention," Stein ordered over the radio, "prepare to fire."

The rocket launchers nervously adjusted the launch parameters, waiting for the final order.

"Fire!" Stein gave the order.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

All of a sudden, 280 Katyusha self-propelled rocket launchers roared in unison, and thousands of rockets cut through the sky, dragging long tails of flames as they headed straight for the target area.

Rockets poured down like a meteor shower, and the ground was instantly covered with fire and explosions. The huge explosions were deafening, and the whole earth was shaking.

The area near the Imperial Palace was completely engulfed in flames, and the buildings were reduced to ruins in the violent explosion. The garrison was caught off guard and fell into chaos in an instant.

Stein stood beside the command vehicle, staring coldly at the fire in the distance. He knew that this fire coverage would completely change the situation of the war.

"Commander Klinge," Stein turned and said, "tell the Imperial Division to prepare for the attack."

Klinghe nodded and immediately began to mobilize the troops of the Imperial Division via the radio, preparing to take advantage of the situation and advance.

The chaos in the city and the firepower outside the city were intertwined. The whole situation was like a pot of boiling porridge that could overflow at any time and swallow everything.