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Chapter 227 Ermao: All gone, all gone

When the first batch of twenty motorcycle planes arrived over Henitsky, they began to circle at low altitude and lock on to their targets.

This town is not big, and the unique buzzing of motorcycles and small planes attracted almost everyone in the city to look up and watch.

The buzzing sounds of motorcycles and small airplanes could also be heard during David's live broadcast.

Surosov watched the live broadcast, then laughed and said to the chief of staff next to him: "Davri, this motorcycle plane has good performance!"

“I didn’t expect that a $20,000 airplane could actually fly to Henitsky.”

People's joys and sorrows are not the same. Surosov was in high spirits, but Khnitsky's commander, Petrovich, began to sweat profusely.

He knew very well in his heart that since he had not received any notice of air force protection today, those small planes above his head were definitely from Russia.

"My dear friend, I didn't expect that you still have the air force to protect us now." Frank, the Eagle Sauce Black River Mercenary Commander, said with a smile.

Petrovich cursed: "Damn it, this is not our plane."

"The Russians are coming to bomb us. Where are our air defense forces? Why wasn't there any advance warning?"

Frank's face changed. He was about to say something when he saw balls of flames rising into the sky from the train station not far away.

The twenty motorcycle planes locked onto their target and began to dive downward.

The first targets of attack were the platforms at the train stations.

The live broadcast of David and others was instantly disconnected and went offline amid the exclamations of more than 100,000 people in the live broadcast room.

The netizens who were watching the live broadcast only saw flames rising into the sky, and they were numb.

The video comment section of David's account was instantly filled with his fans.

"What's going on? Is there an accident? Did the ammunition explode?"

"What's with that creepy buzzing sound in the last live broadcast?"

“I hope the anchor returns safely and fights for our freedom.”

"It's great that he returned safely after the Russian bombing. His body is intact."

"That's right. Even if we can find someone, they'll be scattered here and there."

"It feels so magical. Why would someone broadcast such a secret military operation live and leak the entire process?"

"Let me be honest, the mercenary of Jiaobenji, whose name is Heiteng, has lost his live broadcast room. It's similar to the situation here. He deserves it."

The first moment of the explosion.

Petrovich and Frank were immediately escorted to the air-raid shelter.

The bombing of Henitsky is still going on.

Of the five hundred motorcycle planes, more than twenty were lost on the way due to air defense interception, mechanical failure and other reasons.

The remaining ones are arriving one after another and bombing Henitsky's various targets in batches.

The main focus of the attack was the railway station where goods were being unloaded.

As Petrovich listened to the explosions outside, his heart began to beat wildly.

"Damn it, where is our air defense force? Let the commander of the air defense force come to see me."

"Sir, our air defense unit has been destroyed, and the commander was killed on the spot."

"Who is taking over the command now? Let him come to see me as soon as possible!" Petrovich took a deep breath, calmed down, and asked.

"He is the commander of the 345nd Company of the rd Battalion of the th Regiment. He is now the highest-ranking officer in the Air Defense Regiment."

When the company commander, who was not sure whether he was unlucky or lucky, trotted to the air-raid shelter, he immediately saluted and stood at attention.

"What are you doing with the air defense force? Why didn't you give us a warning in advance?" Petrovich scolded him. The company commander was full of grievances and explained, "It's not our fault. Our early warning radar didn't detect these small planes."

"We are in the rear, and we didn't receive any advance warning from the front!"

"After the train station was bombed, we immediately organized a counterattack, but their numbers were too great."

"We used up all our anti-aircraft missiles and didn't intercept them all, and we were bombed too."

"Our headquarters was also attacked. Everything is gone. Everything is gone!"

Petrovich frowned and asked, "All destroyed? Then what kind of air defense are you using now?"

"How many planes did Da Mao send this time?"

"There are a lot of them, at least 500. Our anti-aircraft missiles have been destroyed, and they are now attacking with individual Stinger anti-aircraft missiles."

"Although the hit rate is high, the number of enemy planes is too large and the effect is not good," explained the company commander.

Petrovich waved his hand, pointed at the other party and said, "I don't want to hear so many excuses. I declare that you are now the commander of the 345th Regiment."

"You are now in charge of Henitsky's air defense work. You are also in charge of all the air defense weapons in the city."

"If you can't shoot down Da Mao's little plane, you are the only one I can blame!"

The newly promoted young company commander saluted excitedly after being promoted on the front line, then trotted out of the air-raid shelter.

Although suicide attacks by motorcycles and small planes continued, they did not last long.

Twenty minutes later, when the last motorcycle plane exploded, the air raid by Russia was officially declared over.

When the air defense all-clear sirens sounded.

When Petrovich and Frank came out of the air-raid shelter, the first thing they saw was Henitsky, which was almost reduced to ruins.

All the important buildings in the city were hit, especially the railway station.

The faint smell of meat floating in the air made Frank, who had been fighting all over the world for more than ten years, unable to help but retching.

The two quickly obtained a preliminary statistical report on the losses.

The entire Henitsky suffered a severe blow. Less than a thousand of the small swarm drones that provided assistance were intact. Among the thousands of mercenaries who arrived with them, 387 were killed on the spot and 421 were seriously injured.

In addition, the city's ammunition depots, oil storage areas, military hospitals, and recruit training bases all suffered varying degrees of damage.

The number of casualties in the entire city reached tens of thousands, and the damaged equipment and economic losses were incalculable.

After reading the report, Frank immediately took a jeep and rushed to the train station.

When he saw his dead and seriously injured comrades everywhere, his long-suppressed emotions suddenly burst out: "Petrovich, we shouldn't have come here!"

"If we hadn't come here, we wouldn't have suffered such heavy losses."

"Tell me now how I am going to explain this to my country. It's over. The Black River Mercenaries are finished!"

"You must compensate for all our losses, otherwise this matter will not end. Damn it, it must be you who leaked the information!"

Petrovich was surprisingly calm at this moment. He pushed the out-of-control Frank away and said, "Were we leaking the secret?"

"Then why has Henitsky not been bombed for so long?"

"After you arrived, Henitsky came under massive attack. Do I need to tell you who leaked the information?"

The people around them immediately pulled the two apart and began to comfort them.

Petrovich hesitated for a long time, but still called Commander-in-Chief Zelishenko to report the situation.

"Commander-in-chief, something terrible has happened. We, Henitsky, have been attacked by thousands of new small Russian planes. We have suffered heavy losses. Everything is gone, all gone!"

(End of this chapter)