50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 387 It begins
He had been busy all day, spending almost the entire afternoon rowing, and was exhausted. He collapsed onto the bed and immediately fell asleep.

Nothing was said that night, until the alarm clock rang.

Sun Zhiwei, who was startled awake by the alarm clock, was only dazed for a second before getting out of bed. He then turned on the light and washed his face with cold water before he was fully awake.

I checked the time; it was just past 5 a.m. All the people on duty upstairs last night had gone home to sleep. Now, only the two guards in the security room remained in the entire building.

It was still dark outside; it was the darkest hour before dawn.

Seeing that there was still some time, Sun Zhiwei took out a lot of food from his spatial storage and began to eat it in large mouthfuls.

He probably won't be able to rest for long periods of time in the future; he needs to conserve his energy.

Meanwhile, more than 100 kilometers away from Thang Long Phu, behind our defensive line, hundreds of thousands of soldiers were preparing for battle.

The field airfield was brightly lit, and a large number of logistics officers and soldiers were conducting final checks on the fighter jets.

Mixed formations consisting of destroyers, frigates, missile boats, torpedo boats, high-speed gunboats, and anti-submarine vessels have been assembled and are setting sail from the southern naval base.

Along the entire 1300-kilometer border and the 1000-kilometer coastal defense line, hundreds of thousands of officers and soldiers are poised for action.

In the large office of the forward command post, all the staff were running around, and the phone was constantly ringing and making calls, creating a noisy scene.

This scene contrasted sharply with the quiet Annan command post above Sun Zhiwei's head.

Time passed by, and soon it was 5:50.

Sun Zhiwei quickly finished his breakfast and cleaned up the leftovers. While no one was upstairs, he went through the backup exit to the roof of the main building and gazed at the northern sky.

Dawn was approaching, the east was gradually brightening, the sky was beginning to turn white, and the north was no longer as dark as before, with distant mountains faintly visible.

Sun Zhiwei raised his left hand, watching the hands on his watch advance one by one, and occasionally glancing northwards.

At the same time, on the artillery positions behind the border, the artillerymen waited quietly.

216门152毫米加榴炮，72门130毫米加农炮，144门122毫米加农炮，756门122毫米榴弹炮已经全部上膛。

They all targeted the Annamese positions and fortifications that had been scouted beforehand.

At the airport, hundreds of fighter jets have started their engines and are waiting for orders to take off.

On the sea, dozens of ships in a mixed formation are patrolling the waters where the Beibu Gulf, Xisha Islands and the southwest meet.

The command post office was now completely silent. Phones had been connected to various departments, and everyone was staring at their watches and alarm clocks.

As the second hand struck twelve, a loud voice rang out over the phone: "Time's up, begin the counterattack!"

The orders were relayed to various units via telephone.

Immediately, the artillery took the lead and fired, with fiery shells piercing the sky and crashing into the enemy's positions.

Tanks and helicopters crossed the trenches, followed closely by soldiers who leaped out of their bunkers and charged toward their designated targets.

On the rooftop of the Annam National Defense Building in Thang Long province, Sun Zhiwei saw the pointer cross 12, immediately lowered his left hand, and stared at the northern sky.

Soon, he saw what looked like the sun rising in the distance, the clouds glowing red like the morning glow, and streaks of light flashing along the long border.

Although no sound came from him, he knew that it had begun.

Before leaving the rooftop, he glanced at the city below. The city remained silent, most of it pitch black, with only a few early risers on the streets. No one knew that just moments before, 130 kilometers away, countless artillery shells had scorched the sleeping enemy in intense heat and explosions, and hundreds of thousands of troops had crossed the border.

There was no need to look any further; this was his battlefield. He immediately turned around and started to go downstairs.

As soon as I reached the stairs, countless telephones rang throughout the building, making the entire building seem to come alive, as if it were playing a passionate symphony.

Amidst the music, Sun Zhiwei returned to the basement via the backup passage.

Before long, countless soldiers rushed into the defense building, answered the phone one by one, and recorded real-time battle information.

However, the leaders haven't arrived yet; they can only record and summarize information but cannot issue any orders to the front lines.

It wasn't until after 6 o'clock that disheveled officers began to enter the building.

Only then did Sun Zhiwei get into work mode, sending out orders from the building one after another, and also sending out his own telegrams.

As the radio waves transmitted, the message was immediately translated upon arrival in the capital.

The intelligence was then transmitted in real time to the forward command post via remote telephone. After analyzing the intelligence, the forward command post responded accordingly and sent the latest instructions to all units at the front.

Everything proceeded smoothly, and every order issued from this building was obtained in advance by Sun Zhiwei and copied and sent to the capital.

The forward command received so much real-time enemy command information that it felt like having a pair of eyes watching the enemy at all times.

For our forward command, it was like a dream, but for the enemy, it was a nightmare.

They discovered that every move they made, every plan they made, was seen through and then targeted by us.

Often, just as the troops were assembling, artillery shells would come hurtling towards them from afar.

Sometimes, they would be surrounded as soon as they had set up an ambush, making the battle impossible to fight.

In just three days, a large number of enemies were annihilated and the old town was occupied, but the enemy's counterattacks were all ineffective.

At this point, the enemy inside the building seemed to have realized what was happening. On the fourth day after the battle began, a large number of military police entered the building and conducted a thorough investigation of everyone.

Three more days passed, and the military police found neither spies nor listening devices; they had gained nothing.

However, during these three days, intelligence continued to be leaked out.

In the end, the military police even began to suspect several high-ranking officers.

This immediately enraged the leaders, and the military police were quickly driven out of the building by the troops, thus hastily ending the search operation to uncover the leaked information.

Because the source of the leaked intelligence could not be traced, people inside the building started coming up with all sorts of tricks. They began to fabricate and send out false information in an attempt to mislead us.

Little did they know that Sun Zhiwei's spatial domain encompassed the entire National Defense Building, and their every move was under his surveillance.

The so-called fabricated intelligence turned out to be a joke, allowing Sun Zhiwei to enjoy a good show from underground.

Until the 26th, when the first phase of the battle ended, the enemy still had no way to deal with Sun Zhiwei.

They didn't even know at which step the intelligence was leaked; everything remained a mystery to them.

(End of this chapter)