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

Chapter 691: Successive Victories

On the bridge of the Longteng flagship, the lights were particularly bright against the backdrop of the night and the flames of war, but not as bright as the wisdom and calmness in Wang Junjie's eyes. He stood in front of the command desk with a straight and resolute figure, his eyes penetrating the porthole, as if he could see every movement of the distant sea level. Although he was agitated, his face was calm.

The surrounding cheers and celebratory gunfire surged like a tide. Every officer and soldier of the North Sea First Fleet was immersed in the joy of victory. Their smiles were reflected in each other's eyes, sparkling with pride and glory.

"Send a telegram to the General Staff Headquarters immediately!" Wang Junjie's voice was not loud, but it was full of unquestionable power, penetrating the surrounding noise and reaching the adjutant's ears clearly. Every word he said was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of everyone present, reminding them that even in the joy of victory, they must not slack off in the slightest.

The adjutant quickly stepped forward, his expression equally serious and focused, knowing the importance of this news. "Yes, Commander!" His words were concise and powerful, and he immediately turned around and walked quickly to the communications room, ready to convey this historic moment to higher-ups.

Wang Junjie's eyes swept across the boiling bridge again, and an indescribable pride surged in his heart. He knew that this battle not only completely wiped out the Fuso Pacific First Fleet and achieved a staged victory, but more importantly, it announced to the world the rise and strength of the Chinese Navy. Next, they will continue to advance to Nagasaki, Kyushu Island, Fuso.

Amidst the flow of thoughts, Wang Junjie spoke again, his voice steady and powerful: "Tell the General Staff Headquarters that we are fighting hard in the front, but the smooth flow of supply lines in the rear is crucial. It is the lifeline for us to continue fighting. At the same time, let the five ace divisions of the Central Military Region prepare to set off."

In the next five days, the First and Second Fleets of the North Sea were like two sharp blades, drawing thrilling tracks in the blue waters of Fuso's territorial waters. At dawn, the fleets broke through the waves with the force of thunder and lightning. Each warship was like a giant beast in the raging sea, exuding the breath of destruction. With the roar of gunfire and the lingering smoke, the entire sea seemed to be ignited by the flames of war and was boiling endlessly.

The destruction of the First Pacific Fleet was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples. However, Fuso did not stop there. They mobilized the Second Pacific Fleet and hastily set up a second line of defense thirty miles away, trying to save some face. But this line of defense seemed so fragile in front of the Chinese fleet.

The battle horn sounded again, and the North Sea Fleet did not give the enemy any chance to breathe. With superb tactical coordination and powerful firepower support, they quickly broke through the outer perimeter of the second line of defense. In the sky, the roar of fighter planes and the cruising of submarines under the sea formed a three-dimensional combat network, leaving the Fuso fleet nowhere to hide.

What made Fuso most desperate was that their proud Yamato-class battleship, the Red Sun, also suffered the same fate in this battle. This huge ship, which had just been launched three months ago and carried countless hopes and dreams of the Fuso Navy, trembled and wailed under the fierce fire of the Chinese fleet, and eventually sank in the vast ocean, becoming the most striking footnote of this battle.

With the sinking of the Red Sun, the Second Pacific Fleet also suffered a devastating blow. Warships exploded and caught fire one after another, and submarines lost their way in the chaos and were sunk one by one. Wreckage and corpses floated on the sea, and the air was filled with smoke and despair. The morale of the Fuso Navy fell to the bottom, and they finally realized that in the face of such a huge gap in strength, any resistance would be futile.

Strategic abandonment became the only option for Fuso. They had to admit that they had completely lost the ability to compete with the Chinese fleet at sea. With the defeat in the naval battle, Nagasaki Port, located on the west side of Kyushu Island, also lost its last barrier and was exposed to the sight of the North Sea Fleet. The Chinese fleet took advantage of the victory to pursue the enemy, like a sharp sword, pointing directly at the heart of the enemy, indicating that the fate of Nagasaki Port would also be rewritten.

At the Tangkou Military Port in Beijing Port City, the morning light was just breaking, and the sea was shimmering with a faint golden glow, which contrasted with the calm and solemn atmosphere in the military port on the shore. A fleet of 50,000-ton giant troop transport ships, like sea beasts, were quietly anchored in the harbor. Their huge bodies were even more majestic in the sun. Each ship could carry more than 10,000 troops, foreshadowing the grand scale of the upcoming expedition.

The atmosphere on the parade ground near the military port was tense and orderly. On the wide field, neat rows of troops gradually gathered into a sea. They were the five ace divisions of the Central Military Region of China - the Skull Division, the Revitalization Division, the Viking Division, the Imperial Division and the Presidential Guard Division. They wore uniform combat uniforms, wore steel helmets, and held sophisticated weapons, showing the demeanor of iron-blooded soldiers. In the sun, their eyes flashed with bravery and fearlessness, and they were full of confidence in winning the upcoming battle.

Su Zhengyang, the president of China, was dressed in a neat military uniform, standing in the middle of the parade ground with a heroic look. Beside him were Gu De'an, Liu Gangding, Li Yunlong, Zhou Weiguo, Stein and others, who were also dressed in military uniforms.

"Soldiers!" Su Zhengyang's voice resounded throughout the entire parade ground through the loudspeaker. His voice was steady and powerful, full of inspiring power. "Today, we stand here not only for the glory of our country, but also for the dignity of our nation! Fuso, this tiny island country that once brought us endless pain, has now reached the time when it must pay back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause and cheers broke out on the parade ground. The soldiers' emotions were completely ignited. They waved their weapons, shouted slogans, and vowed to follow Su Zhengyang to completely defeat the enemy.

"I, Su Zhengyang, as the president of China, will personally lead you on this expedition!" Su Zhengyang's voice became more determined, "We want to let the Fuso people know that anyone who attempts to challenge our bottom line will pay a heavy price! We want to witness with our own eyes the annihilation of this island nation!"

Following the commander's order, fully armed soldiers began to board the giant troop transport ships docked in the military port in an orderly manner.

They carried heavy backpacks and held various weapons, from rifles to machine guns, from grenades to rocket launchers. Every soldier was well-equipped and demonstrated extremely high military qualities.

In the team, commanders would shout commands from time to time to ensure that every soldier could find his position accurately.

At the same time, armored vehicles and artillery were slowly pushed to the edge of the troop transport ship. The huge crane roared, lifting these steel behemoths one by one and placing them steadily in designated positions in the cabin.

These armored vehicles were covered in thick armor, with machine guns and gun barrels on the turrets pointing forward, as if ready to launch a fatal attack on the enemy at any time. The artillery was neatly arranged with the muzzle raised high, each of them shining with a cold and majestic light, indicating that they would exert a devastating force on the battlefield.

In addition to armored vehicles and artillery, more advanced self-propelled rocket launchers were also loaded on board. On the launch tubes of the rocket launchers, rockets were ready to be fired, waiting for the order to turn into a rain of fire, pouring down on the enemy's positions.

With the last batch of supplies and equipment loaded, the deck of the troop carrier was busy and orderly. Soldiers were busy at their posts, checking equipment and confirming tasks. Commanders in the command room stared at the charts and radar screens, planning routes to ensure that the fleet could arrive at Fuso Nagasaki Port safely and quickly.

With a long whistle, the troop transport ship slowly left the military port and headed towards the distant target.