Chapter Thirteen: Blood-Stained Brighton

  P.S: I just had a moment of carelessness and clicked the cross in the top right corner without saving, so this chapter originally had 2000 words...

  August 6, 1965, at 4:00 AM.

  Dawn is the moment when a person is most tired and also most relaxed, Kukuf naturally wouldn't let such an excellent opportunity for battle slip away.

  At dawn, the sun had not yet risen. The morning star in the east was already high in the night sky, playing the role of a guide. However, at this moment, something even more dazzling than the morning star was rising slowly from the dark surface of the sea - a golden meteor!

  Kukov, who had not slept all night but was still full of energy, calmly gave the order: "Prepare to launch V4 heavy cruise missiles!"

  On the Sovetskii Soyuz, a Gangut-class battleship that had received the order, sailors were busy non-stop. "Cruise missile array opened, V-4 Mallet missiles loaded, launch status set according to HQ parameters, Comrade Marshal!" Deputy Commander of the Fleet Nikolai Kotskin loudly reported to Commander-in-Chief Nikolai Kuznetsov.

  "Lock onto the target and fire immediately after locking on!" Kukov ordered.

  "After a flurry of hurried operations, Kozhukhin reported again: 'Target locked, data injected, request to launch!'"

  "Re-acquire target lock," Kuv'f said calmly, continuing his orders.

  In a moment, the radar officer and the weapons officer reported confirming the target, and Kukov immediately ordered the launch.

  6 dreadnoughts 18 giant V4 iron hammer cruise missiles leaped from the towering missile launchers, shooting straight into the sky, with a faint red flame trailing behind them as they climbed into the clouds. As soon as they finished climbing, the missiles quickly entered inertial flight state. The radar stations built by the Allies in the rear also detected these terrifying projectiles at the first moment and immediately activated the ear-piercing battlefield alarm.

  Aaaaaaaaooooo...

  The alarm sounded in an instant and spread throughout the town. But in fact, this alarm was not to remind the residents of the town, but to remind the local garrison. Because after learning that this place is about to become a battlefield, most of the residents here have left. And the few who stayed are also participating in the local alliance army.

  The target of the 18 V-4 rockets was not the residential area of the town but the beachhead at Brighton Beach.

  After adjusting the position, 18 missiles fell on the beachhead, bringing a deafening roar and shockwave that shook the earth, instantly turning the originally beautiful and peaceful beach into a mess. The scorching flames crystallized the sand grains, turning them into glass-like existence attached to the rocks below. Those heavy coastal defense guns that had been targeted were also instantly turned into burning scrap metal under the attack of the V4 missiles. Some missiles missed their targets but hit the warehouses on the dock, igniting the gasoline tanks inside. The entire warehouse was reduced to rubble in an instant due to the exploding gasoline tanks. As a result, the fire columns produced by the exploding gasoline tanks were tens of meters high, and even from a distance, you could feel the terrifying heat at the center of the fire column.

  【BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM！！！！】The apocalyptic missile strike lasted for 10 minutes, and when I opened my eyes again, the originally calm and blue Brighton beach had been bombed into a murky yellow, with a large number of dead fish and shrimp floating on the surface. This is indeed a case of "the city gate catching fire and the fish in the moat being affected".

  But this was just the first wave of attack. The fierce fire produced by the first wave of attack had not yet subsided, and the second wave of V4 missiles had already arrived.

  This time's attack target was mainly residential areas near the beach.

  A V4 rocket, screaming with a terrifying howl, fell straight onto a residential building. A red glow flashed by, and the original multi-story residential building was instantly surrounded by flames, then swelled from inside to outside until it exploded into fragments.

  The same disaster is still going on in other places, the entire front of Brighton town has been completely surrounded by flames, under the death knell from the sky, any life in these houses will not be left, their fate can only be reduced to black ash.

  One V4 rocket accurately hit a Ferris wheel in an amusement park, and the steel pillars were instantly melted under the destructive force of the explosion. Then, with a creaking sound, it collapsed to the ground and was completely engulfed in a hellish sea of flames.

  Watching myself grow up, the small town with countless precious memories was reduced to ashes under the ruthless and merciless blows of the Soviet army. Whether it's the elderly or children, they all left behind tears of pain and hatred.

  Painful is that one's most precious memories are shattered, hateful is the Soviet army's ruthless and merciless blow.

  For a time, a fierce fire of evil burned in the hearts of Brighton residents. As more and more homes were destroyed, that evil fire grew stronger.

  In the rear of Brighton, inside the Central Communications Building which had been requisitioned as a temporary command post, Christopher gazed coldly at the small town surrounded by flames descending from the sky. After mumbling to himself, he walked back to the chessboard with only one player and moved a black knight one step into the white camp. "This is your first step towards doom."

  The second wave, the third wave, the fourth wave... The endless flames of destruction continued until 8 o'clock in the morning. When the golden sunlight once again shone on this place blessed by Her Majesty, people painfully discovered that there was no longer a single trace to prove that this was Brighton. Because everything had turned into black ash filled with pain and despair.

  Before the indigenous people had finished mourning, the sea surface suddenly boiled. Hundreds of crocodile-shaped landing craft carrying full loads of infantry rushed towards the shore, and after launching all the infantry, the crocodile-shaped landing craft retreated back to the nearby waters. Behind them, five giant Soviet armored transport ships charged towards the shore in a neat row formation. After repeated reconnaissance by the infantry in front, the armored transport ships finally felt at ease and lowered the pontoon bridges on their bows, allowing the iron-fisted tanks T-65B (enhanced type) that had already started their engines to rumble down.

  Hundreds of twin-blade armed helicopters thundered into the interior, with some responsible for opening up routes and others dropping off 10 Red Army Marines to coordinate attacks with landing troops.

  The scene was extremely spectacular!!!! For a time, the originally narrow Brighton beach was filled with 3,000 troops from the Red Army's vanguard landing force.

  After the preliminary preparations for the landing were completed, this unit launched an attack in three directions. From a distance, it looked like a fist suddenly turned into a sharp steel spear. One head was directed at the left wing, right wing and center of the Brighton defense army simultaneously launched a surprise attack. Zhukov's intention was clear, he wanted to cut through the three-tiered defensive network of the Allied forces with this tactic of dividing and attacking separately.

  As the spearhead unit of this attack, it was the T-65B tank newly produced by the Alkhangelsk factory. Unlike the ordinary T-65 tank, the T-65B had completely improved armor and engine. In addition to having a more powerful cannon and linear speed than the regular T-65 tank, Kukov's Red Banner 1st Guards Tank Regiment's T-65B also had another terrifying firepower system.

  The original protective gear on the left shoulder was dismantled and replaced with a fire control system from a captured Guardian tank. In other words, at this moment, T-65B is a tank that has the firepower of two tanks.

  At the same time, this is not the only one. On all 60 tanks, there are various secondary weapons installed. There are cow frog anti-aircraft guns and multi-functional rocket launchers.

  No more nonsense. Let's continue watching.

  Relying on its strong and thick frontal armor, the T-65B forcibly crushed through the layered defensive nets of the forward trenches, also ignoring the bullets fired at itself by the enemy hiding in the bunker. Then a loud cannonball passed by, accompanied by blood and flesh dust spraying out from the bunker.

  In the trenches ahead, someone was carrying a rocket launcher. The T-65B opened its secondary weapon - the Gatling machine gun. It silently rotated for a few turns before instantly unleashing a hail of steel rain towards the stunned crowd on the other side. After several loud bangs, in the trench that had been hit and was now filled with flying dust, several more mangled bodies fell to the ground.

  Before they could even wait for the thrill of slaughter, the driver inside felt a violent shock, and then a burst of red flames engulfed them.

  A 15-year-old boy from Brighton stood at a high place, coldly staring forward at the tank that was still burning. The rocket launcher on his shoulder, which was still emitting white smoke, proved everything that had just happened. His immature face bore an unnatural ferocity and hatred. Just now, the tank under his eyelids had crushed his father and grandfather into minced meat. He should have burst into tears for losing his last relatives, but for some reason, he couldn't cry no matter what at this moment. And in his heart, there was only a deep sense of pleasure, the pleasure of revenge.

  But the next moment, his tender face was strangled into a ball by bullets flying from above, and then burst open like a watermelon. And before he fell to the ground, his body had already been swept away by Gatling machine guns in the air.

  A twin-bladed helicopter whizzed over the first line of defense.

  "Report to commander, the enemy's first line of defense has been breached by our army. Shall we proceed with the next battle plan?"

  "Proceed with the original plan." The loudspeaker in the cabin crackled with a noisy command.

  "I understand."

  The defensive line composed entirely of Brighton residents and militiamen was immediately breached by the Red Army, and the delay it produced did not even last 10 minutes.

  On the ground, the red army infantry marched with a fierce momentum, trampling over the bodies of the long-dead defending troops on the blood-soaked earth. They advanced triumphantly, singing loudly along the way. Meanwhile, in the sky, the twin-rotor helicopters played the role of mopping up the remaining enemy forces, using their machine guns to strafe the fleeing allied soldiers on the ground while firing rocket-propelled incendiary bombs at the temporary shelters that were still spewing flames. Only when the people inside were engulfed by the flames and fled screaming would they be given a final fatal bullet.

  War! War! War!

  This is war!

  Heartless war!

  War of destruction!

  As long as you're an individual, it's a war you can't avoid!

  War!!!!!