One man's resistance against Japan, I mobilized a million people to aid Shanghai.

At the same time, in San Francisco.

Eastern Expeditionary Army Headquarters.

"marshal."

The intelligence officer's voice carried a suppressed excitement, "Marshall has taken the bait."

"Based on signal interception and aerial reconnaissance, the vanguard of the 1st Armored Division of the Eagle Army left Denver 30 minutes ago, the 82nd Airborne Division is loading transport planes, and the 3rd Infantry Division's trains have already departed... all heading north."

"Where are Wendover's Eagles?"

"There are no signs of any movement of the 144th National Guard Division."

"On the contrary, they have just received orders to increase vigilance, but not to provoke any action."

Jia Gu nodded.

Everything is proceeding according to plan.

Marshall thought he had seen through the feint, so he held firm in the middle.

But when the pressure on the northern front reached a critical point, and when politics and public opinion formed a pincer movement, even this renowned general had no choice but to back down.

"What is the status of each unit's deployment?" Jia Gu asked.

The operations staff pulled up a real-time deployment map: "The central assault group, with eight million troops, has completed its covert assembly within an area of ​​80 kilometers west of Windover."

"Among them: the First Armored Army, with three million men and three thousand Type 95 tanks, has all entered the attack position."

"The Second Army Group, 2.5 million men."

"The Third Mountain Army, with 1.5 million men, equipped with light artillery and mountain gear, has penetrated to the high ground on both sides of the Wendover Pass."

"A strike group of one million men, an artillery cluster, fifty heavy artillery brigades, and five thousand artillery pieces, with a range covering the entire Wendover region."

Jia Gu's gaze slowly moved across the deployment map.

Eight million versus fifty thousand.

No, it's not just 50,000.

Wendover's 144th Eagle Division had only 18,000 men, and with surrounding support troops, it would not exceed 30,000.

This is a troop advantage of more than 260 times.

"Notify the commanders of all army groups."

Jia Gu's voice echoed in the command center, "General offensive time: 4:4 AM on April 5th."

"Until then, maintain absolute silence."

"Any unit that exposes its target will be executed on the spot by the commander."

"yes!"

"After taking Wendover, immediately advance eastward and spread the war to the central region of the Bald Eagle."

"The armored forces are charging forward at breakneck speed, regardless of how many reinforcements they have behind them. They have only one objective: to advance relentlessly until they reach Washington, understand?"

"yes!!"

The commands were transmitted in all directions via an encrypted network.

In the underground bunkers, tank crews conducted a final engine check; on the artillery positions, gunners wrapped blankets around the breechblocks to reduce the sound of firing; in the infantry trenches, soldiers silently inspected their weapons, sharpening their bayonets to a gleaming shine.

Meanwhile, across the Wendover Pass, the sentries of the 144th Eagle Division were still complaining about the cold autumn night, completely unaware that eight million eyes were watching them in the darkness.

......

North Route, Vancouver

Li Xiangdong stood on the roof of Vancouver City Hall, his feet resting on the maple leaf flag of the United States, soaked in blood.

This pearl of the eastern Pacific has now been conquered by him, and all the inhabitants of the city have vanished.

"General."

The adjutant climbed onto the rooftop to relay Jia Gu's orders:

"Marshal Jia orders: The mission on the northern front is complete. Transition to defensive status."

"You can... take some time to rest."

After hearing this, Li Xiangdong suddenly grinned.

"Resting? I haven't killed enough yet!"

He looked eastward, towards the Canadian interior, the Rocky Mountains, and the bald eagle.

"Tell Jia Gu, I'm going to continue the advance eastward!"

"Fight to Ottawa, fight to Toronto, and burn all the maple leaf flags to the ground!"

The adjutant hesitated for a moment: "But General, Marshal Jia's plan is..."

"A plan is a plan, and fighting is fighting!"

Li Xiangdong spat out a mouthful of blood. "Didn't Marshall's main force head north?"

"That's perfect! I'll engage his main force in a decisive battle on the northern front! Once we take out his main force, it'll be much easier to break through the middle, right?"

This logic is simple and straightforward, but... it seems to make sense.

While the adjutant hesitated, another communications soldier rushed onto the rooftop:

"General! The Maple Leaf Nation's army is regrouping in the Rocky Mountains, estimated to number between 30,000 and 50,000, and may be attempting a counterattack!"

Li Xiangdong's eyes lit up: "A counterattack? Great! I've been wanting to kill more people!"

He turned and went downstairs, his voice echoing in the stairwell:

"Pass on my orders! The First Army will remain in Vancouver. The Second through Fifth Armies will continue the offensive with me."

The adjutant watched the general's departing figure, shook his head with a wry smile.

Marshal Jia said to "switch to defense," but the word "defense" never existed in Li Xiangdong's dictionary.

Yeah.

The fiercer the fighting on the northern front, the less Marshall dared to march south.

......

Late at night, 200 kilometers north of Salt Lake City, the vanguard of the 1st Armored Division of the Eagle Army...

Major General James Van Fleet stood beside his command vehicle, looking at the dark northern sky.

He was the commander of the 1st Armored Division and one of Marshall's most trusted armored commanders.

But at this moment, he was filled with unease.

The troops had been bouncing along muddy roads for ten hours and were still at least two days away from the border.

According to battle reports received along the way, the Maple Leaf Army is in complete collapse, Vancouver has fallen, Victoria is besieged, and inland cities are falling one after another.

The speed at which Easterners advance is... terrifyingly fast.

"General."

The intelligence officer handed over the latest reconnaissance report: "The Air Force has spotted a large convoy in the waters off Vancouver Island, with an estimated 100,000 people crossing the sea."

Van Fleet frowned: "Instead of stopping to consolidate their occupied territories, they're going to continue the offensive?"

"It seems so."

The intelligence officer's face was grim. "Moreover... according to the interrogation of prisoners of war, the general who commanded the Chinese army on the northern front was named Li Xiangdong, nicknamed 'The Butcher'."

"To date, of the 600,000 Vancouver civilians, not a single one has escaped alive!"

"A madman," Van Fleet whispered.

But it was this madman who forced General Marshall to mobilize the most elite troops of the Western Theater to move north.

"Speed ​​up."

Van Fleet ordered, "We must establish a defensive line before the Easterners completely destroy Maple Leaf Country."

The troops continued their northward advance under the cover of darkness.

......

3:30 a.m., Wendover front.

Zhang Dashan lay prone in the observation post on the ridge, dressed in camouflage, blending in with the surrounding mountains and forests.

He was the reconnaissance company commander of the Third Mountain Army Group, and had been lying in wait here for three days and three nights.

Through the binoculars, the Eagle Army positions at Windover Pass were clearly visible.

That was a standard mountain defense system.

The front line was a minefield and barbed wire, behind which were three trenches, a machine gun bunker halfway up the mountain, and an artillery observation post on the summit.

Behind the position, the lights of the barracks could be faintly seen.

Everything was peaceful.

Eagle Army sentries patrolled the trenches at a leisurely pace.

On the artillery position, the gun barrels were still covered by gun covers.

The searchlights swept across the front line regularly, but it was clearly just a routine matter.

They didn't seem worried about being attacked, after all, it was at least fifty kilometers away from the front line.

Zhang Dashan glanced at his watch: 3:35.

Five minutes left.

His consciousness immediately connected with his superior:

"Observation post report: No abnormalities in target area. Repeat, no abnormalities."

A brief reply came through in my mind: "Roger. Stay hidden."

Zhang Dashan put away his binoculars and slowly retreated into his bunker.

"After this battle..."

He muttered to himself, "Let's end this."

But he knew he had said that many times before.

From Japan to Korea, from the Philippines to Honolulu, and now to the Americas...

The war seems to never end.

The faint sound of an engine could be heard in the distance.

Zhang Dashan peeked out and saw a convoy of Eagle Army trucks driving along the mountain road toward the position; it must be a supply convoy.

The trucks stopped in front of the position, and the soldiers began unloading the cargo.

Boxes, oil drums, ammunition boxes... everything is as usual.

Zhang Dashan glanced at his watch: 3:50.

Five minutes left.

He did a final check on the weapons: a 98k rifle with five bullets; a pistol with seven bullets; two grenades; and an RPG.

enough.

He closed his eyes and began to count down silently.

......

The command center is located at the rear.

Everyone held their breath; the only sounds were the hum of the equipment and the ticking of the clock.

Jia Gu tapped the table lightly with his right index finger.

Click, click, click.

Synchronize with the clock.

He recalled Zhu Yong's words before he left: "America is your stage."

Now, the curtain is about to rise on the stage.

There are only two minutes left.

Each army group has confirmed its position for the final time.

"First Armored Army, in position."

"Second Mechanized Army Group, in position."

"Third Mountain Army Group, in position."

"Air Assault Group, take your positions."

"Artillery group, take your positions."

When the clock struck four, Jia Gu's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he coldly gave the order:

"Fire."

The sky over Wendover was torn apart at that moment.

The first thing to light up was the western horizon; that wasn't dawn, but the muzzle flashes of five thousand cannons firing simultaneously.

From north to south, along a 100-kilometer stretch of artillery positions, flames formed a burning horizon.

Then the sound came.

It wasn't thunder, but a continuous, ear-draining roar.

The earth trembled, the rocks cracked, and the air was compressed into shock waves.

cannonballs.

The first wave, 50,000 shells, covered the entire Windover Pass in thirty seconds.

High-explosive bombs, incendiary bombs, smoke bombs, cluster bombs...

All types of bullets capable of killing were unleashed at that moment.

The Eagle Army's position disappeared within the first minute.

No, it wasn't "destroyed," it "disappeared."

The minefields at the front were detonated, the barbed wire was torn up, and the trenches were filled in.

The machine gun bunker halfway up the mountain was reduced to a pile of rubble by a direct hit.

The observation post on the mountaintop was overturned, and the Eagle Army soldiers inside were vaporized before they even realized what had happened.

Then came the second wave.

The third wave.

The fourth wave.

The shelling lasted for a full fifteen minutes.

When the last shell landed, the landscape of Windover Pass had been transformed; the peaks had been lowered, the valleys filled in, and all the man-made fortifications were now history.

Before the smoke of battle had cleared, the second wave of attacks arrived.

A thousand attack aircraft flew low overhead, bombs raining down from their wings.

Their targets are remaining bunkers, command posts, supply points, and any place where there might still be signs of life.

At the same time, a thousand tanks emerged from their hiding places, surging towards the mountain pass like a steel torrent.

They rolled over the still-burning ruins, over the corpses of Eagle Army soldiers, and charged forward without stopping.

Meanwhile, above the tank formation, a massive fleet of 3,000 transport planes and 1,500 gliders was crossing the mountain pass and airdropping deep into the rear of the Eagle Army.

The true blitzkrieg revealed its fangs at this moment.