Chapter 1150: Operation Clean Night Begins
The next day, early in the morning.
A thin mist covered the hills and fields outside the night market like a veil, and the air was filled with the chill before dawn and an almost frozen solemnity.
The light rain last night made the ground a little muddy, but it added a bit of reality and coldness to the battlefield.
In the Zhongzhou Theater Joint Command Center, the giant curved main screen wall has been divided into dozens of screens, transmitting the final readiness status of the attacking forces on the front line in real time.
Gu Chengyuan and representatives from the three major war zones gathered in the observation corridor, and everyone's eyes were focused on the city skyline that was about to determine the fate of tens of millions of people.
In the real-time video footage, surrounding the core area of the night market, at the carefully selected offensive starting positions, several heavy and medium combined brigades under the 2nd Group Army of the Zhongzhou Theater Command have been deployed like a rock.
Hundreds of various types of armored vehicles, including the Type 99A main battle tanks, the Type 04A infantry fighting vehicles, and the Type 09 wheeled assault vehicles, are like dormant steel behemoths, emitting a cold glow in the faint morning light.
They formed several huge arc-shaped attack fronts, with their gun barrels hanging low, pointing towards the silent city deep in the fog.
The low roar of the diesel engine was like the breathing of a sleeping dragon, continuous and converging into a heart-pounding background noise. The tracks rolled over the soft land, leaving deep marks.
Next to each tank, there were fully armed infantrymen checking their equipment and silently passing ammunition. Their eyes were sharp and focused, and their faces were expressionless under the camouflage masks. Only their hands gripping their weapons showed their inner tension.
This steel jungle silently accumulates destructive power, and at the first command, it will spew out flames that will burn down the city.
Further to the rear, at a makeshift artillery position, a silent shock was unfolding.
All the long-range firepower strike forces of the 2nd Group Army of the Zhongzhou Theater, including the artillery brigade and the artillery battalions of each brigade, were gathered here, forming a super artillery cluster of unprecedented scale and complete caliber!!!
从体型庞大、如同移动堡垒般的PHL-191型370毫米远程多管火箭炮发射车，到威名赫赫的PLZ-05A型155毫米自行榴弹炮，再到较为轻便但数量众多的PCL-181型155毫米卡车炮和122毫米自行榴弹炮……
Nearly a thousand artillery pieces and rocket launchers of various types were densely arranged in preset positions, like a steel-cast forest of death.
The thick gun barrels and launch boxes pointed obliquely towards the sky, grouped into units, with different calibers and numbers of artillery assigned according to the importance and size of the target.
Logistics vehicles shuttled back and forth continuously, and artillerymen in dark blue work uniforms were carrying out the final ammunition loading and parameter review for these gods of war. Their movements were efficient and swift, and the air was filled with the strong smell of propellant and the cold feeling of metal.
This scene shocked the core leaders of the major war zones who were observing in the joint command center, and they secretly sighed that they had never fought such a prosperous war!
The thought of thousands of artillery pieces firing simultaneously is enough to make one's soul tremble!
How majestic will it be when the absolute caliber pours down like a steel rainstorm?!
In addition, further behind the battlefield, at several front-line field airports and temporary landing pads, the forces of the Zhongzhou Theater Army Aviation are also ready to go.
More than a hundred helicopters of various types gathered like a swarm of bees, forming a huge air assault echelon.
The Z-10 attack helicopter is heavily loaded with anti-tank missiles and rocket pods. Its slender fuselage is full of aggressiveness. Its rotors rotate slowly, making a dull and powerful "buzzing" sound. The pilot is conducting the final system check in the cockpit.
More Z-20 general-purpose helicopters and Z-8L wide-body transport aircraft were carrying fully armed air assault infantry. Their engines were idling, and their huge rotors stirred the surrounding air, emitting a continuous, disturbing low-frequency roar.
Ground crew members were conducting the final inspection of the aircraft, while flight crew members assisted the soldiers in securing their equipment and confirming the rappelling and landing procedures.
Above this "airport", it seemed as if a storm was gathering and about to erupt. As soon as the order came, this steel falcon would take off into the sky, penetrate the enemy's rear, and deliver a fatal blow.
In some more concealed and even dangerous attack positions - such as abandoned factory areas, complex underground pipeline exits, or hilly depressions with dense vegetation, the 1st Special Service Brigade and the "Ghoul" troops have already shown their fangs.
Nearly a thousand warriors dressed in matte black Night Hunter armor lurked silently in the shadows like evil spirits from the abyss.
They were equipped with specially made heavy weapons, and the hydraulic systems in their exoskeleton joints occasionally emitted extremely slight hissing sounds. Their scarlet tactical eyepieces flashed ominously in the dim light.
They did not have the roar of large-scale armored groups, nor the magnificence of artillery positions, but the concentrated and murderous aura that was born purely for killing was more frightening than any noise.
They are the deadly stings that tear through defenses and clear key nodes. They are the strangest and deadliest notes in this grand symphony.
At this moment, from the steel torrent on the ground, to the destructive artillery group in the rear, to the rotor storm in the sky, and even the deadly sharp knives in the shadows - all forces are ready.
Time seemed to be stretched to the limit and compressed to the extreme at this moment.
Inside the Joint Command Center, you could hear a pin drop.
On the giant screen, the icons representing the various attacking forces have all turned green. That is the final confirmation signal before the attack. All data streams seem to slow down at this moment, waiting for the final order.
Lieutenant General Wang Tiefeng, commander of the Zhongzhou Theater Army, stood tall and straight, turning to Gu Chengyuan. He took a deep breath, and his voice resounded clearly and steadily throughout the command center through the internal communication system, reaching the ears of every observer in the observation corridor:
"Report to Comrade Commander! All participating troops have completed final preparations for Operation 'Clean Night'. Ammunition is sufficient, communications are open, and morale is high! Please give instructions!"
The next second, everyone's attention was instantly focused on the young figure who was like a stabilizing force in the main seat.
There was no emotion on Gu Chengyuan's face. His eyes swept across the outline of the huge city shrouded in death and silence on the screen, and finally stopped on Wang Tiefeng's resolute face.
Without the slightest hesitation or any passionate exaggeration, he decisively gave the order to begin the battle in his unique, clear, and steady voice:
"I declare that Operation Clean Night has officially begun!!"
