Chapter 212: Three Divisions Strike

"Lieutenant Colonel! Emergency report!" a Communication Soldier shouted, drenched in sweat, "Di Guo is massing a large number of troops and advancing toward us! There is at least the strength of three divisions, equipped with a large amount of tanks and Heavy Artillery!"

The tent fell silent in an instant; the joy and doubt from just a moment ago were replaced by a chill.

"Three divisions..." Jin Zhengzhe gasped, "They are going all out to counterattack."

"Are we retreating?" the Colonel asked, his tone laced with fear, "Even with the support of Long Country, we cannot fight against so many enemy troops..."

Jin Zhengzhe did not answer immediately; he weighed the various possibilities in his mind. Long Country's new-style weapons were indeed powerful, but Di Guo mobilizing the strength of three divisions was an unprecedented concentrated strike.

Just as he hesitated, another Communication Soldier ran into the tent: "Lieutenant Colonel, General Li Yunlong has sent a telegram. He says... he says we don't need to worry, Long Country will be responsible for resolving the enemy's counterattack. He also says... he says this is exactly the result he wanted."

"The result he wanted?" Everyone was stunned, "What does this mean?"

Jin Zhengzhe suddenly thought of something, his expression becoming exceptionally grave: "Li Yunlong did this on purpose... He intentionally let the enemy mass their troops, wanting to deal the enemy a heavy blow all at once!"

The officers in the tent fell into a shocked silence once again. This kind of tactical thinking... it was too bold, bordering on reckless. But considering the astonishing power displayed by Long Country's weapons, perhaps... perhaps it really could succeed?

Jin Zhengzhe took a deep breath: "Pass on my order: all troops are to enter a state of alert and prepare to coordinate with the Long Country army. At the same time, closely monitor the enemy's movements and be ready to respond to any sudden situations at any time."

The officers saluted and acknowledged the order, but every face was filled with worry. Even having witnessed the power of Long Country's weapons with their own eyes, they still found it hard to believe that Li Yunlong could truly fight against the strength of three Di Guo divisions.

That night, the atmosphere in the Taiyang camp was exceptionally tense.

The soldiers no longer laughed or chatted, but instead nervously checked their weapons, preparing to deal with a possible attack at any moment.

Many of them began to wonder if today's Victory was merely a flash in the pan.

"Do you think the Long Country people can really win?" a young soldier asked in a low voice, "The enemy has sent three divisions this time."

"Who knows," an old soldier sighed, "The Long Country people's weapons are indeed powerful, but the enemy isn't a pushover; once they get serious..."

"I believe in Long Country!" another soldier said firmly, "Didn't you see the power of those 'Flying Dragon-1's and the Cloud Bomb? The enemy's tanks and planes were no match for them!"

Those around them fell silent, each lost in their own thoughts. Whether they believed it or not, tomorrow's battle would decide everything.

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At dawn, before the first ray of sunlight had crossed the eastern mountains, the Steel Torrent of Di Guo had already begun to advance along the roads and valleys.

A large number of tanks, armored vehicles, and infantry formed a long dragon stretching for several kilometers in the morning mist, like an ancient giant beast about to awaken, crawling forward slowly and firmly.

The Division Commander of the Di Guo 7th Division stood on his command vehicle, observing the terrain ahead through high-magnification binoculars.

He was an experienced veteran who had achieved glorious military exploits in many campaigns.

"Today we are going to teach those eastern monkeys a lesson they will never forget," he said to the adjutant beside him, "Especially those self-righteous Long Country people! To dare to stick a foot into Taiyang, they simply don't know what's good for them!"

The adjutant nodded respectfully: "Yes, sir. We have mobilized the strength of three divisions this time, enough to crush any resistance."

"That fool Hansen," the Division Commander sneered, "scared out of his wits by a few little tricks. What advanced weapons? They're nothing but a smokescreen! Long Country doesn't even have a few decent factories, how could they possibly build weapons that surpass ours?"

"Regarding that so-called 'new bomb'..." the adjutant cautiously suggested, "the intelligence department suggests we should remain vigilant..."

"Nonsense!" the Division Commander interrupted him, "That's just an excuse Hansen made up to absolve himself! I have participated in so many campaigns and seen so many new-style weapons, yet I have never heard of any 'bomb' that can melt tank armor!"

The adjutant dared not say more and could only silently record the various data as they advanced.

The entire Di Guo army advanced with the force of a landslide.

The strength of the three divisions was divided into a main attack and two flanking routes; the main force pushed straight along the road, while the flanking forces circled through mountain paths, planning to form an encirclement and wipe out the Taiyang and Long Country troops in one fell swoop.

The tank tracks crushed the road, emitting a dull roar, their gun barrels pointed sternly ahead, ready to fire at any time.

The soldiers on the armored vehicles were relaxed, some even joking, as if this were nothing more than a routine "mopping-up operation."

"I heard the Long Country people have some magical weapon that can shoot down our planes?" a young soldier asked.

"Don't believe that nonsense," his squad leader scoffed, "Those backward eastern countries don't even have decent industry, what advanced weapons could they have? It must be that Brigadier General Hansen commanded poorly and is looking for excuses to shirk responsibility."

"But some people say..."

"Shut up!" the squad leader snapped, "Once we finish off the Taiyang and Long Country troops, you'll understand that the so-called 'magical weapon' is nothing but a farce!"

The young soldier dared not say more, but there was still a trace of unease in his heart. After all, Brigadier General Hansen's rout was a fact, and the losses were not small...

Inside the command vehicle, the Division Commander was listening to the latest reconnaissance report.

"The enemy seems to have withdrawn from Highland 338," the reconnaissance officer said, "Our vanguard troops did not encounter any resistance."

The Division Commander frowned: "Withdrawn? Why? That is a strategic stronghold."

"Perhaps they knew our great army was pressing in and didn't dare to linger in battle," the adjutant guessed, "or perhaps they are short on personnel and cannot hold so many strongholds."

The Division Commander pondered for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "The Long Country people are indeed paper tigers! As soon as they heard our great army was coming, they were scared into fleeing! Continue the advance, speed up, don't let them run away!"

As the order was given, the Steel Torrent of Di Guo accelerated its advance, the roar of tank engines echoing in the valley, startling countless birds.

However, just as the enemy army was confidently advancing, a peculiar radio signal was quietly emitted from the Long Country positions, flying toward the distant mountains...

Li Yunlong stood at a hidden observation point, watching the enemy's movements through binoculars, a cold sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"They really came, and there are even more than I imagined. Good, the more that come, the more that will die!"

He lowered his binoculars and turned to Zhao Gang beside him: "Old Zhao, look, the Di Guo fellows sent so many troops to 'encircle and suppress' us, what does this mean?"