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

Chapter 864: Colonel Tsukakawa is gone too

Tsukawa Yoshiyasu stood in front of the battle map, staring blankly at the scorched earth marked in red - the location of Airport No. 1. His heart felt like it was being crushed by a huge rock, making it hard to breathe. Before he could recover from this sudden blow, another suffocating message came from the communicator: "Report to the General, Airport No. 2 has also suffered a fierce attack, and the losses... are heavy."

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, and Tsukawa Yoshiyasu's face instantly turned pale. He turned around abruptly, his eyes widened, his hands clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned white due to excessive force.

Furious, he almost shouted as he gave the order: "Immediately, the Air Force Command enters Level 1 combat readiness! All air defense forces, regardless of day or night, immediately activate the interception system and be sure to intercept any possible long-range attacks!"

As the order was issued, the command center suddenly became busy. Officers shuttled between various posts, operating equipment nervously. Various instructions and reports continued to come from the communication equipment, and a thick atmosphere of tension filled the air.

However, behind this seemingly orderly busyness, Tsukawa Yoshiyasu's heart was in chaos. This continuous attack not only destroyed military facilities, but also questioned his ability as a commander. He had just experienced a great defeat and now he couldn't even keep the military airport. The failure in front of him was like a mountain, pressing him so hard that he could hardly breathe.

"I...how should I explain to His Majesty the Emperor?" Tsukagawa Yoshiyasu murmured to himself, his voice full of helplessness and despair.

He knew that the consequence of this failure was not only a military loss, but more likely the end of his political career, and he might even face a military court trial. Thinking of this, his heart couldn't help but chill to the extreme, and an unprecedented sense of frustration and powerlessness surged in his heart.

As the shrieking sound of the air defense alarm tore through the sky, the entire air force command center was instantly enveloped by an indescribable sense of urgency. Tsukawa Yoshiyasu stood in front of the window of the command room, his eyes wide open, looking at the sky in disbelief. There, the black sky was torn apart, and twelve blazing rays of light were like messengers of doom, rushing towards him with a breath of destruction.

These V2 rockets, as strategic weapons of epoch-making significance, have a speed and power far beyond the limits of Fuso's existing air defenses, as if they were the gods' ruthless judgment on the mortal world.

The air was filled with a strong metallic smell and uneasiness. Tsukawa Yoshiyasu's heart was beating wildly. He knew that at this moment, the fate of the entire base was hanging by a thread. The officers and soldiers around were running around in panic, trying to find the last refuge, but their efforts seemed so small and powerless in the face of the impending disaster.

"Unable to intercept the target! Quick! Take cover!" This urgent command seemed to come from far away, but it struck everyone's heart so clearly. However, it was too late.

At this moment, two V2 rockets streaked across the sky with unstoppable force and directly hit the command center building. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, followed by a deafening explosion, like thunder, instantly drowning everything.

Flames shot up into the sky, dyeing the night sky blood red. The huge shock wave shook the surrounding buildings and sent glass fragments and rubble flying like rain.

Yoshiyasu Tsukagawa only felt an irresistible force pushing him backwards, his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.

Report to the Commander! Our Air Force Command, along with Airports 1-5, are all gone!" The messenger's voice echoed in the quiet operations room, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Nanyun Chuichi's heart hard.

Nanyun Chuichi's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and his pupils shrank suddenly, as if at this moment, the whole world had lost its color.

Nanyun Chuichi's hand trembled unconsciously, and the pen in his hand lost balance, drew an arc, and finally "clicked" and fell heavily on the floor, splashing a circle of barely visible ripples.

This sound was extremely clear at this moment, as if even the air had frozen.

Nanyun Chuichi tried hard to stay calm, but the indescribable shock and despair deep in his heart surged like a tide.

In order to deal with China's terrifying long-range firepower, he had racked his brains and made what he believed to be a foolproof arrangement - moving the base camp deep inland away from the coastline. A distance of forty kilometers, in his opinion, should be a safe haven.

However, reality was like a cold blade, ruthlessly shattering all his fantasies.

"It's all gone..." Nanyun Chuichi muttered to himself. These four words hit his heart repeatedly like a heavy hammer, making him feel suffocated.

Chuichi Nagumo closed his eyes, trying to calm his inner turmoil, but the tragic scene of the destruction of the Air Force Command involuntarily emerged in his mind: the raging flames, the collapsed buildings, and the fighter planes that once soared into the sky but now disappeared.

What made him even more distressed was that those nearly 300 planes were the important force for the survival of the Fuso Air Force and the most important guarantee of air supremacy in this war. Now, all of this was shattered in an instant.

A surge of energy and blood rushed to Nanyun Chuichi's head, and he felt dizzy, as if the whole world was spinning.

He knew very well what this news meant - in the upcoming war, facing the well-equipped and powerful Chinese army, they would completely lose their advantage in air supremacy and could only passively take the beating and be slaughtered.

This feeling of powerlessness is more intense and more unforgettable than any physical pain.

"Commander..." The messenger's voice sounded again, with a hint of concern and uneasiness. But Nanyun Chuichi had no time to care about it. He had to quickly adjust his mentality and face this sudden change. Although his heart was filled with pain and despair, as a commander, he knew that he could not fall down, and he could not let this emotion affect the morale of the entire army.

Nanyun Chuichi took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress his emotions, and said in a voice as calm as possible: "Pass the order down, immediately activate the emergency plan, strengthen ground defense, and adjust the combat plan. We must find a new way to deal with this war."

The messenger turned around and prepared to leave, but Nanyun Chuichi spoke again: "Wait, where is Tsukawa Yoshiyasu! The air base has been destroyed, and he, the commander, is fully responsible!"

When the messenger heard Nanyun Chuichi's question, he paused, turned around, faced the commander's gloomy face, and tried his best to make his voice sound steady: "Commander, the entire headquarters building has been completely destroyed in the explosion. The fire is fierce. Colonel Tsukakawa... is gone."

Nanyun Chuichi's pupils shrank again when he heard this, as if an invisible force had strangled his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe. He clenched his hands into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

This news was like a bolt from the blue to him, and his heart instantly sank into a cold abyss.