Just two minutes after the public letter was published, Yang Feng, the extremely furious head of the Ming Empire, ordered troops to protect overseas Chinese. In less than five minutes, the eighty York transport planes that were airborne the First Brigade had already taken off from the Air Force Base in Yingtian Prefecture and headed straight for Assam.

These eighty transport planes did not go to themselves, but they also had two brigades of wild horses. However, the destination of these wild horses was Impal Airport. A battalion of airborne troops would land in Impal and then control the airport there. It was an important base of the Allied forces in the war, with large airports available for use, and then a brigade of bombers would also transfer.

As for the remaining transport aircraft, the airlift vanguards into Gaohati.

While the air force was dispatched, the high seas fleets that were performing training missions in the waters north of Aceh turned around and headed north. Their target was Chittagong, East Pakistan. The fleet also brought a brigade of marines, including an armored battalion.

They will go straight to Impal along the road from Chittagong to protect the airport, and replace the airborne troops there to protect the airport. The Pakistani army will ensure the transportation line from Chittagong to Impal. This transportation line has experienced the test of war. Most of the materials for the counterattack expeditionary forces passed through this transportation line, which is enough to support the little people sent by Yang Feng to fight. From Impal, then transported to Dimapur by road, and then enter the railway network of Assam. Various combat materials will continue to pour into Gohati.

Inpall will be the base camp of the Ming Air Force. Anyway, taking off from here is under the escort of the Mustang, and those Lincoln-style direct bombardment of New Delhi is enough.

Under the command of the General Staff's Prussian generals who participated in the blitzing attack on Western Europe, the entire attack was as rapid as lightning. Before Lieutenant General Timayya, the commander of the Northern Military Region of India, had time to load the Seventh Armored Brigade on the train, even the governor of Assam's autonomous province, the governor of Manipur Province, had not yet understood what was going on. Countless umbrella flowers bloomed over Impal Airport. A fully armed Ming army airborne descended from the sky, and then controlled the airport as quickly as possible. Then, a Mustang-style fighter jet began to land.

At the same time, another fifty York transport planes flew straight to Gaohati. When they arrived, Moran had already woken up and quickly cleared the airport for them with shock. The transport planes filled with soldiers landed on the runway one by one.

"Hello, I am Colonel Han Xu, the commander of the First Airborne Brigade of the Ming Army."

Han Xu, who was famous in Sishui, walked out of a transport plane with full arms, walked to Moran and saluted.

"My Prime Minister Assam Moran, Colonel, thank you very much for your arrival."

Moran grabbed their hands and said with an excited look on his face.

He was heartfelt. After he played the open letter, the Indians who had been dragging and looting and sacking and marching towards Gaohati suddenly started a fierce attack like crazy. At this time, the vanguard was less than fifty kilometers away. If it weren't for the blocking of a group of urgently armed militias and the remaining regular troops, the shells should have landed on Gaohati.

Well, those bandits actually have cannons.

After briefly introducing the situation on the front line, Moran said with great anticipation: "Col. Can you reinforce the front line? The situation there is very tense."

"His Excellency Prime Minister, I have received an order to help your country protect Gohati. As for the situation on the front line, you don't have to worry, the bandits will collapse soon."

Han Xu smiled and said, then pointed at the sky with his finger. More than 30 wild horses that were the first to refuel in Impal had already appeared above their heads.

Ten minutes later, on the banks of the Brahmaputra River.

Tens of thousands of Indian tribe armed forces hit the Assam positions like a tide, looking like crazy African carnivorous ant colony. In fact, they were really like carnivorous ant colony. Kasin, the former company commander of the Assam Rifle regiment who participated in the battle of Honshawaddy, was shooting desperately with a submachine gun, but unfortunately they could not stop the enemy's advance at all.

He has too many enemies.

And his people were too few. He had less than half a regiment left, and there were some militias that were temporarily pieced together, with a total force of only 1,500. His enemies were almost everywhere in the mountains and fields. But this was the greatest effort that the Assam government could do. There was no army here, because the supplies that should be distributed to them were not given at all. Kashin and others actually ran back from the British and Indian army with weapons.

"Battery Commander, what is that?"

Suddenly an officer shouted.

Kasin turned around in shock, and fighter planes were whistling and diving in the blue sky and white clouds.

"Bronco?"

He looked at the fighter planes he had often seen a few years ago in a daze, and it was obvious that he had not understood why they appeared.

At this moment, the fighter jets above their heads began to spray flames, and twelve-7mm machine gun bullets passed over their heads, and a splash of blood mist was created in the middle of the enemy on the opposite side. Then the group of wild horses arrived above the enemy's heads. Before the tribal warriors could wake up, bombs fell from the sky with sharp whistling sounds.

But the explosion sounds strange.

"What's going on?"

Kassin and the officer looked at each other. They had both experienced World War II and naturally understood that the explosion power of these bombs did not match the sound of their fall.

But at this moment, like throwing stones on the calm water surface, with the landing points of the bombs as the center, the attacking Tianzhu tribe militants fell down like dominoes being pushed down, and then foamed at the mouth and twitched on the ground, and it seemed that it was no longer possible.

"Poison, du gas bomb."

Kasin trembled and squeezed out a word.

Of course, Chief Yang would not be so mother-in-law. If there is a sha Lin, he would not do such a stupid thing with a machine gun. The Ming Empire did not sign any Geneva Conventions, the Hague Conventions, etc. In Java, he dared to use this thing to civilians, so of course he would not be polite to deal with bandits here.

The more than thirty wild horses were hung under the bombs filled with sha Forest poison, and they were almost thrown down at once. The terrifying poisonous fog moved slowly in the empty wilderness like a demon devouring life, and corpses were everywhere.

The warriors of the Indian tribe were crazy, like countless dogs beaten by whips, crowded and trampled on each other in horror, escaping this hell as quickly as possible, and even collided with reinforcements who came later, dispersing the latter in an instant.

The initiative in war changed hands like this.
Chapter completed!