Chapter 497 Thunderstorm washes away the ground (third update, please subscribe)
Everything was expected.
After learning that the Joint Conference of Independent States only issued an indifferent statement,
Nehru said with some pride.
“Well, now Hyderabad is ours!”
As initially estimated, the CIS played no role.
“For those princes who have long been accustomed to living under the protection of the British, they have never had the courage to defend their independence. They just hope to continue to live their past lives under the protection of a big country. This A big country can be Britain or India, of course..."
Smiling at Meena, the commissioner of the princely state, Nehru said.
"This situation will not last long, now... all we need is to capture Hyderabad and Junagadh!"
India's goal is not just There is Hyderabad and Junagadh. In these two princely states, Hindus account for the majority of the total population, and the princes are peaceful believers. Unlike most princely states which are landlocked, Junagadh has its own coastline, and it is from Junagadh that the mercenaries enter each princely state.
To get rid of them is to kill the chicken to show the monkey, just to let other princely states understand that joining India will be their only choice and the only choice for them to maintain their personal property.
"Your Excellency Prime Minister, next year..."
Mena said.
“Next year a complete India will stand on the South Asian subcontinent. By then, India will definitely shock the world.”
As they look forward to the future, hundreds of thousands Indian troops have begun to mass at the border, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that an invasion is imminent.
...
The war broke out!
On November 23, hundreds of thousands of Indians crossed the border at dawn. Before that, Indian artillery began to launch bombardments at the Hyderabad army station and headquarters.
Actually, the shelling is just symbolic, because Hyderabad has never considered military invasion, and has no awareness of prevention in this regard. It has neither fortress nor fortifications, only... an almost undefended border.
The border guard troops surrendered after a brief resistance. The Indian army entering Hyderabad was naturally welcomed by the Hindus. The mighty army marched towards Hyderabad along the road. With.
There was little resistance along the way.
In the morning light, the cars and the marching infantry were marching like a military parade. Although they occasionally encountered resistance along the way, the resistance was not strong. The dozens of M4 tanks in the convoy are particularly eye-catching.
As the troops were marching, General Singh, wearing a British military uniform on the roadside slope, said to the reporters around him.
"Gentlemen, ahead is Hyderabad, and the unification of India is about to be realized in our hands."
At this time, General Singh, like all Indian generals, thought that this was just So what if the Hyderabad army has dozens of advanced Centurion tanks in one march?
They only have a few tens of thousands of people.
“This is not a battle, but a tour.”
When mentioning the parade, General Singh deliberately nodded the garland hanging around his neck. For the nearly 10,000 Indian officers and soldiers of the 167th Brigade, it seems that this is really a tour. Many soldiers have garlands sent by the public hanging around their necks, and even the barrels of M4 tanks are hung with garlands.
For them, this is a victorious march, a battle without any suspense. In fact, there is no battle at all.
It’s just travel.
Just when they were beaming and eager to dance and sing to celebrate this upcoming victory, they never imagined that in a forest twenty kilometers away, a dozen trucks were lined up. The hood of the truck slowly rose, rotated, and pointed into the distance.
These vehicles, which look very much like an ordinary covered truck, are actually the "Thunderstorm" rocket launchers made by Nanyang. This rocket launcher is the first one developed by Nanyang Weapons Industry Company according to the requirements of the military. Heavy weapon, the artillery part includes 40 directional launch tubes. The directional tubes are 3 meters long and 127 mm in diameter. In order to increase the rotation speed of the rocket, the inner wall of the directional tube is engraved with a "冂"-shaped spiral groove. The maximum range of the rocket is 22.35 kilometers.
After it was finalized at the end of last year, its largest user was not the Nanyang Army, but the "Black Knight Company" and the "Independent State Security Forces". These sixteen "Thunderstorm" rocket launchers are stationed in Hyderabad. The collective security forces are the main force.
After the rocket entered the position, artillery battalion commander Sun Hu asked loudly.
"Teng Tian, has the position been transmitted?"
Soon along with the information sent back by the frontline observers on the radio, the artillery officers immediately used the slide rule to calculate the shooting Zhu Yuan. The cannons came out, the gunners cranked the handles, and the hood of the car rotated and rose, pointing straight into the morning light.
A moment later, accompanied by an order, "Whoosh..." In a not-so-sharp whistling sound, a rocket roared out, and its tail flame rushed out into a large cloud of smoke. "Whoosh..." Another shot.
The Thunderstorm Rocket Launcher has a firing rate of one shot per second. In just 40 seconds, 16 launch vehicles fired 640 rockets.
Six hundred and forty rockets pierced the morning light like meteors. The gunners could not help but marvel at the spectacular sight, and even forgot to reload their ammunition.
Like meteors, they are also destruction. When 640 rockets broke through the morning light and roared from the sky, the marching Indian army did not even react. The rockets fell from the sky like raindrops.
As we all know, after a large number of rockets are launched, the length they spread when they land is several times greater than the width. In other words, the strike area formed by it is an elongated oval, so the Indian army was marching The column arranged in the middle has become the most ideal target.
The moment like raindrops of rockets fell, continuous explosions instantly enveloped the entire land. The thunder-like explosions tore through the silence of the morning. At the moment of explosion, every rocket 35 submunitions were exploded in the air. Each submunition contained 1,400 small steel balls. This means that one rocket can shoot tens of thousands of steel balls. It is simply an infantry harvester.
At the moment when the explosion area was shrouded in billowing smoke, millions of steel balls roared and flew around. The visual impact caused by the rocket launcher was far beyond people's imagination. Ah San didn't even react before he was torn into pieces by the rain of steel like raindrops.
This is really useless!
With just one salvo, 640 rockets almost covered the entire marching column of the 167th Brigade. Thousands of Ah San were directly torn into pieces, hazy with blood and broken limbs in the yellow-black smoke. Flying all over the sky.
What was even more deadly was that a series of explosions detonated various types of ammunition on the baggage trains, and the subsequent explosions caused a commotion that shook the earth...
As for the man who had previously General Singh, who was still proudly showing off his "victory" to reporters, had already turned into a puddle of flesh and blood - the whizzing steel balls hit his head, and his bearded head looked like a cooked one. It broke open like a watermelon.
The previous proud look was completely gone, as for the wreath hanging around his neck. It was also covered in blood now and became more vivid.
There were explosions everywhere, without any blind spots. Except for a few people who had time to escape, most people were torn to pieces by the explosion because they were a little slow. Most people were swallowed up by the explosion, and then stood up straight to meet them. Being hit with a steel ball...
The continuous explosions only lasted for tens of seconds, just like a storm, they came and went quickly. But that was enough. When everything was over, Ah San was everywhere in the smoke struggling in a pool of blood. They were either crying, screaming, or looking for themselves in the pool of blood. arms, broken legs.
The people who survived can no longer be called human beings, they are more like a group of walking zombies, struggling in death.
(End of this chapter)