Chapter 1543 Target, San Francisco (First update, please subscribe)



At noon on June 16, hundreds of Condor bombers of the Imperial Air Force launched a fierce bombing of San Francisco. A high-explosive bomb fell inside MacArthur's headquarters and exploded.

MacArthur was in his office when the bomb exploded. The light of the desk lamp dimmed at the moment the bomb exploded, the glass on the window also shook slightly, and the aftermath of the explosion could be felt in the room like a breeze.

"Damn Ming devils!"

MacArthur stood up from behind his desk involuntarily and looked around the office, as if waiting to see some signs of change in the room. He just reached out to ring the bell when his adjutant and guards came in.

"What are they bombing?"

MacArthur asked, the bomb exploding nearby was not a big deal, what was really important was, what area was bombed by the Ming Dynasty?

"The whole city! They seem to be destroying the whole city!"

Listening to the adjutant's report, MacArthur frowned. He picked up his pipe, filled it with tobacco, and began to smoke silently.

"Fortunately, we have evacuated the fleet, otherwise our fleet would have become a target."

Two months ago, MacArthur reached a consensus with Washington to transfer the fleet to Australia. California no longer needed the fleet. With the Empire in control of the air, the fleet staying in the port was just waiting to die. If they retreated to Australia, they still had a chance to continue fighting.

"Go and find out the extent of the damage immediately, and then report to me!"

MacArthur ordered, sitting down at his desk again.

The rumbling sound of anti-aircraft guns could be clearly heard from outside the window with tightly rolled-up blinds, especially from the anti-aircraft guns placed outside the house, which fired even louder.

MacArthur walked to the window with his pipe in hand and slightly raised the roller blind. The sky outside the window was filled with black smoke, which was produced by the explosion of anti-aircraft shells in the air. Above them was a huge fleet of planes, roaring and dropping bombs continuously.

Black bombs fell from the sky, and the smoke clouds that occasionally exploded around the bombers did not stop their bombing, bombing...the bombing of the imperial devils never stopped.

After lowering the shutter, MacArthur walked back to the table with heavy steps.

Soon his chief of staff appeared at the door. He reported:

"General, about 15% of the city was bombed. The bomb destroyed the opera house, but there were no casualties. But the casualties in the city are heavy. Now, they have destroyed more than 60% of the city..."

"Were the casualties serious?"

MacArthur interrupted him.

"This bombing was not sudden. Although they flew in from the sea, we still issued an air raid alarm seven minutes in advance, so most people entered the air raid shelter..."

San Francisco has been bombed twelve times, each time the bombers flew in from the sea. Compared with the heavy losses in the first bombing, the losses now are mainly buildings. During the bombing, many people entered the air-raid shelters.

"Um!"

Nodding, MacArthur then lowered his head to look at the intelligence sent from various places. The Ming devils were now attacking the city.

After a while, MacArthur raised his head again and glanced at his adjutant who was still standing at the door with dissatisfaction:

"Hmm? Anything else?"

"General,"

the adjutant requested.

"You should go to the bomb shelter. The second wave of Imperial bombers will be here soon."

"Let's wait until they arrive..."

MacArthur said casually that he was not worried about the bombing. After all, his headquarters was located in the suburbs and looked inconspicuous. The Empire's bombers would not waste bombs here. Even the one just now... was probably a mistake.

When San Francisco was bombed, Peng Guoliang, who was standing in front of a map in a country estate hundreds of kilometers away, was staring at the bay area with San Francisco as the center. This is the real center of California. It is not only an economic and industrial center, but also has many fortresses around the city. As the base of the US Pacific Fleet, the fortresses around the city have been reinforced many times in the past few decades. In addition to the fortresses that are easy to defend and difficult to attack, there are also more than 700,000 troops stationed there!

"700,000!"

As Peng Guoliang talked to himself, a certain desire flashed in his eyes. Now the troops under his command had been divided into four groups to encircle San Francisco. What was their purpose?

The purpose is to completely wipe out the US troops stationed there.

700,000 US troops!

This is the largest fresh force of Americans in the West.

What is the situation they are facing now - their retreat has been cut off, and on one side is the Pacific Ocean. Even if they can swim, they cannot swim across the Pacific Ocean.

Surrounded on three sides!

If successful, this will definitely be a beautiful encirclement and annihilation battle.

"The 13th Army has advanced to the town of Jervel, less than 110 kilometers from San Francisco..."

After taking a quick glance at the map, Wei Gongliang, the chief of staff of the Northern Army Group, removed several maps that were covering the map of the southern front, then took out another map and reported:

"Their main target is the right wing of the US Sixth Army. Although this unit is a newly mobilized unit, it has more than 200 tanks..."

Tanks. Now it is not only the empire that has tanks. The Americans also have tanks, and MacArthur has thousands of them. However, in Peng Guoliang's view, this is not a threat at all.

After all, he had more tanks, and he also had more heavy artillery and aircraft.

"That goes without saying,"

Interrupting him, Peng Guoliang asked.

"I want to ask you, what's the latest news from Nevada?"

The U.S. Ninth and Tenth Armies, with a total of 200,000 people, were stationed in Nevada. What Peng Guoliang was worried about was that his retreat would be cut off when he attacked San Francisco.

"About five hours ago, the Tenth Army had already reached several passes in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. However, according to intelligence analysis, as long as we destroy the multiple tunnels of the Pacific Railway in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, they will only be able to watch helplessly in the Juneau area. After all, it is difficult for heavy equipment to pass through the mountain roads. If they advance lightly, we can concentrate our armored forces and directly inflict heavy damage on them."

Wei Gongliang pointed out several places on the map without even looking at them, but with his wrinkled index finger, he pointed out several places on the map.

"I deployed the 5th and 7th Armored Divisions and the 73rd and 101st Infantry Divisions in the Harney Basin area of ​​Oregon to block their attack. If they try to reinforce California, we will advance southward to cut off their retreat. In addition, according to the plan, we will send assault troops to destroy the Pacific Railway Tunnel to prevent them from entering California."

"If the tunnel is destroyed, it will be disadvantageous to us!"

Peng Guoliang's brows were furrowed as he stared at the map.

"It's easy to destroy a tunnel, but hard to rebuild it. Many Chinese workers died in the construction of those tunnels. If we destroy them now, the next step will be to attack Nevada..."

After thinking for a while, Peng Guoliang turned his gaze to another aspect of the map and said.

"What about Los Angeles? Didn't they say they were planning to surrender?"

"This is based on intelligence that has not yet been verified. After all, the intelligence was provided by the railway company, and the Military Intelligence Bureau does not have this information yet. However, according to the railway company, Stanford and others will not surrender until we capture San Francisco. After all, even if they surrender, they need some kind of victory as a guarantee..."

"They are just a bunch of people who forget their principles when they see profit..."

He fixed his eyes on the map, studying it intently, and seemed to be talking to himself:

"It seems that this time, I have no choice but to bite the bullet and take on this tough task."

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