Dominate South Asia

On the sea, large waves more than two meters high were set off. In the waves, smaller ships began to sway left and right.

Because it is located near the equator, it is subject to the various effects of the Indian low pressure, equatorial low pressure, Mongolian high pressure and the South Indian Ocean subtropical high pressure all year round, resulting in a very harsh climate. It can be said that the Bay of Bengal is a breeding ground for tropical storms. Various high pressures and low pressures intersect to form extremely strong cyclones in the Bay of Bengal, especially in the tropical waters between 5 degrees and 25 degrees in latitudes south and north. From April to October every year, that is, the local summer and the turn of summer and autumn, violent storms often come with the tide, setting off huge waves, roaring towards the mouths of the Ganges and Brahmaputra rivers, causing frequent floods in Bangladesh.

And now, at this time of harsh weather, Pakistan's naval formations are still sailing.

Even if it is an aircraft carrier of tens of thousands of tons, the hull is swaying slightly at this time. In the tall bridge, the commander of the Pakistani naval formation and the captain of the Endeavor, Rear Admiral Haziz, looked out through the portholes. scene.

"The aircraft carrier has shaken more than five degrees. For safety reasons, our carrier-based aircraft cannot take off now." The commander of the flight wing told Haziz.

Haziz nodded: "Now we are still two hundred kilometers away from Port Blair, the capital of the archipelago. According to our current speed, we can reach there in the early morning. According to our meteorological department's report, after dark, the wind and waves will will decrease, and our carrier-based aircraft can take off.”

This raid on the Andaman and Nicobar Islands was still mainly a surprise attack. Although the bad weather was detrimental to the operation, it would also paralyze the defenders on the island. Although the strategic location here was important, there was no immediate threat. The Indian Army's defensive force here is very weak. As long as the landing ship moves over, our Marine Corps can completely occupy Port Blair and deal with the defenders there. A battle like the one in Visakhapatnam is impossible. It is repeated here. After all, the army here belongs to the absolute second-rate level among the Indian army.

"Order our soldiers to recharge their batteries and wait for the final moment of attack." Haqiz continued to issue orders.

"Boom, boom." Listening to the waves lapping against the side of the ship, making a metallic sound, watching the tied-up chariot swaying left and right with the hull, the soldiers in the Pakistani landing ship all turned pale at this time .

Even people who have long been accustomed to the wind and waves on the sea will feel physical discomfort and stomach discomfort when facing such huge waves. It’s long gone.

"Soldiers, we have to eat." A company commander, who also had a pale face, led the cook. Carrying the just-made meal, he said: "After eating this meal, we have gathered enough energy. It's time to land on the land of the Andaman and Nicobar Islands! We will liberate the people there and fight against Indian rule." We must eat!”

After saying that, the company commander took out a bowl of rice, took a spoon, and ate the rice into his stomach one bite at a time.

Chewed a few bites. I swallowed it hard and continued to take another bite!

Under the leadership of the company commander, everyone followed and started eating together. What are you afraid of getting seasick? We are Iron Warriors!

The wind and waves gradually subsided, and darkness enveloped the entire Bay of Bengal.

Port Blair, the largest capital of the Andaman and Nicobar Islands, is actually the size of a market town.

in history. It was occupied by the British in 1789 and built a port, but it was quickly abandoned due to harsh natural conditions. It became a penal colony in 1858. It was not until World War II that it was occupied by Japan from 1942 to 1945. The total population here is less than 30,000. I can't see the appearance of a modern large-scale city or the main streets of the city. It's just a low, two-story house built of wood. The most modern tall building is nothing more than a history museum. The main products here are wood, shells, coconuts, coconut kernels, rubber, betel nut, etc. At the same time, there are also ship machinery and repair factories in coastal ports.

In short, although India has adopted this place as its own rule, after all, India lacks economic strength and has not developed the land here on a large scale, and it has little development value. Therefore, many people on the island are still living a primitive life. life.

There is an airport here, which was only built by the islanders during World War II. Now there are only a few seaplanes. India has stationed a company here with more than a hundred people.

After nightfall, the island's generator continued to supply power for two hours. After ten o'clock, the generator stopped working.

Most of the people on the island are in a primitive state and have no need for electricity at all. It would be an absolute waste to generate electricity in the middle of the night.

Except for the sound of waves lapping at the shore, the entire island was in silence, and the stars in the sky kept twinkling, looking at the land that was about to change hands.

"Buzz buzz buzz." With the roar of the engines, several Seahawk helicopters staying on the deck of the USS Endeavour took off, and the cabins were full of armed personnel.

With camouflage plaster on their faces and fully armed, they are going to directly control the airport. They are an air force.

Although when attacking Visakhapatnam, the Pakistani Navy used the newly captured Indian aircraft carrier Vitra to transport a ship of army armed helicopters and transport helicopters, which greatly promoted the battle to occupy Visakhapatnam. However, the army's helicopters can only be used temporarily. The salty environment at sea has a great corrosive effect on helicopters. It must be a professional sea helicopter. In addition, the defense capacity of Port Blair is originally very weak, so only a few sea eagles used by the navy are enough.

At the same time, the landing ship has also started to move to the port of Port Blair. In this dormant harbor, almost no one noticed the arrival of these warships.

Port Blair only has regular ships to and from, transporting personnel and island specialties, and delivering other supplies to the island. At other times, the port here is at most a fishing boat.

Therefore, when these warships arrived, the port only thought they were fishing boats. Except for the lighthouse being on, there was no other reaction.

Pakistan's landing ship quietly entered Port Blair and docked heavily at the port.

The suspension bridge in front was lowered, and inside, wheeled infantry fighting vehicles drove out of the landing ship and rumbled onto the land of Port Blair!

The heavy Type 90 tanks were all left in Visakhapatnam. Only the wheeled infantry fighting vehicles of the Pakistani Marine Corps participated in the liberation of the peninsula this time.

After all, wheeled infantry fighting vehicles are enough to deal with the defenders on the island.

The huge off-road tires pressed on the port. The only person on duty at the port was awakened by the rumbling sound of the engine. He looked at these infantry fighting vehicles in surprise and appeared in front of him. At this moment, he thought he was dreaming.

Yes, he must be dreaming! He pinched himself hard, as if it hurt, so he could only watch these wheeled infantry fighting vehicles pass by his small house on duty and go to the port city behind him.

At the same time, the Marines riding the Navy's Seahawk helicopter had arrived at the dilapidated airport without any resistance. There was not even an anti-aircraft artillery position here, which was simply undefended.

Only the ruins left over from World War II and the tattered aircraft wreckage showed what had happened. Although this place had been occupied by India for decades, everything was in its original state and had not been updated.

Two dilapidated seaplanes, with mottled traces, were the only modern means of transportation on the island that could contact the outside world at any time. Unfortunately, there was no one on the plane.

The helicopter landed directly on one side of the runway, and the Marines jumped out of it. They looked around and knew their future tasks.

Clean the runway, remove the garbage, and make it possible for the Navy and Air Force fighters to take off and land here!

As for the battle... there was no decent battle. When they entered the tower with guns, several sleeping Indians became prisoners obediently.

Everything was so easy. After the defense line was arranged, the soldiers who had just landed began to move and carefully cleaned the runway! Even a screw could cause a high-speed landing fighter plane to burst and cause an accident.

At the same time, the Marines driving armored vehicles quickly crossed the low streets, surrounded the government seat here, and surrounded the garrison barracks. The roar of armored vehicles soon sounded on the street.

This sound even alarmed the "citizens" living in the dilapidated houses on both sides. They just opened their eyes wide and looked at the newly appeared army without any disgust in their eyes.

If the local residents rioted and resisted the invaders, the battle would become complicated, which is what Pakistan least wanted to see.

But now, those residents seemed to have no reaction.

After all, the people here are originally poor. Although they belong to India, the Indian government has never managed this place, let alone developed it. The residents here have no good feelings or disgust towards the Indian government. In short, no matter who rules here, as long as they can continue to live here, it's fine.

When the armored vehicles surrounded the garrison camp here, as expected, the Indian garrison in the garrison camp surrendered very quickly without wasting a single bullet.

In the east, the sun gradually rose, and a new day came.

In front of the government in Port Blair, the Indian tricolor flag had been lowered, and the dark green crescent flag of Pakistan was flying in the wind. (To be continued ~^~)