"Move! Move! Get back!" Ye Jihuan's expression changed as he ran and spoke.
Today was supposed to be a day off, but an abrupt recall meant a conflict had erupted.
Suddenly, the sound of engines filled the sky.
Children lying by the window and watching the jeep looked up in confusion and saw the sky…
It was dense with aircraft!
They even blocked out the sun.
There were at least forty or fifty!
"Planes! Planes, run! It's an air raid!"
Pedestrians screamed loudly, and the whole street immediately descended into chaos, with street vendors dashing away; who cared about their stalls when their lives were in danger?
"Inside, get inside!" Ye Jihuan pulled Zhang Ziqiang toward a nearby air-raid shelter; even he felt a bit panicked…
Where did all these planes come from?
Admiral Alekseyevich Brusilov was equally shocked; why was there no intelligence?
But, as a veteran of many battles, he ordered the anti-air battalion to launch a defense immediately.
Guadalajara was equipped with four S-300 anti-air missile vehicles which were deployed instantly, the middle layer had MIM-72 'Chaparral' surface-to-air missiles, and the ground layer had M163 Gatling anti-aircraft cannons.
Colonel Paul McCartney, piloting a B-57 bomber, belonged to the Colombian Air Force, but he was serving the "American Drug Trafficking Group"!
These weapons were "quietly and silently" transported to the Southern Drug Dealer Government, and from there, through various channels, they were dispersed to Hidalgo State, ready to bomb Guadalajara as the "battle" began.
Most of these pilots were active-duty air force members moonlighting for the drug trafficking group, earning a $60,000 reward for each flight!
This was way better than being a bloody infantryman.
And they didn't even have to provide their own planes.
The North American Drug Trafficking Group did not want Victor to unify Mexico; the Southern Government did not want to be the next piece of meat on the chopping block; so, naturally, they went all out to "protect the Popovich Government."
Victor was terrifying!
He absolutely should not be allowed to bring the war to the south.
This squadron of 50, primarily B-57 bombers rounded with six Su-37s and two Mia-4 bombers, carried 2204 pounds of bombs to give their enemies a taste of fear!
Colonel Paul McCartney gave the order and pressed the button; the underbelly of the B-57 bombers opened, releasing 500-pound conventional bombs hurtling downwards.
A seven-story building collapsed into ashes.
The shockwave shattered nearby windows, and vast flames engulfed the surroundings.
That was only a 500-pounder, not that its power was trivial…
But the 1000-pounders were bigger!
Their targets were military camps; one bomb could vaporize thousands of people.
Hearing Colonel Paul McCartney's orders, the rest of the bombers dropped their bombs, and for a moment, explosions filled Guadalajara, and dust blocked out the sunlight.
Dozens of various missiles fired into the sky.
The squadron had no chance to dodge; many were hit and turned into fireballs plunging into the city.
The M163 Gatling anti-aircraft cannon fired at the sky, bullets piercing through wings, sparking flames.
"Drop everything, get rid of the bombs!"
Seeing the dire situation, Colonel Paul McCartney shouted over the radio.
He did not want to die here!
A soldier's duty, damn, life is life!
After releasing all their conventional bombs, he spread the wings of the B-57 bombers, breaking away from the battlefield but not before deploying decoy flares, clean drops allowed for a swift escape.
These crafty veterans even dropped their auxiliary fuel tanks.
Without stopping, they returned to base.
There were too many planes; the anti-air missiles only managed to shoot down a dozen or so.
After the air raid, Guadalajara was a scene of devastation.
A child sat crying on the ground, the adults around him lifelessly sprawled.
Ye Jihuan and Zhang Ziqiang crawled out of the rubble, his face covered in grime, standing amidst the chaos, his eyes wandering, hardly hearing the echoes around him.
A flash of red peeked out from his chest.
He reached in and pulled it out; it was that fashionable red dress…
Somehow, a breeze blew.
Higher and higher, higher and higher.
A military sedan drove on the bombed-out road, then stopped.
Admiral Alekseyevich Brusilov of the Marine 3rd Division stepped out, his guards on high alert, their eyes filled with panic.
If he were bombed, that would indeed be a sight.
Suddenly, several children ran out from an alley, carrying shovels and pails towards the ruins.
Admiral Alekseyevich Brusilov directly asked them, "Hey, why aren't you hiding in the air-raid shelters?"
A boy lagging behind, wearing a red-striped T-shirt, looked at him. "We're putting out fires, mister, what are you doing?"
"Soldier? Then why aren't you fighting back! Shouldn't you be retaliating?"
This remark stung Alekseyevich, he nodded, watching the children leave and climbed back into his vehicle, "Call all officers for a meeting, tell them, we're striking back!"
The Southern Government and the Popovich Government declared the bombing of Guadalajara a complete success, causing heavy enemy losses.
The artillery battalion of the Marine 3rd Division shelled the 1st Brigade's base in Guanajuato.
The renowned "Central Plains Battle" had thoroughly commenced!
Meanwhile, in a primeval forest in Coahuila State.