A flame rose in the darkness.
When they saw the thick smoke rising in the direction of the military base, the soldiers of the Restoration Army crawling in the trenches opened their eyes wide in surprise.
Including Yad.
Including his subordinate Claff.
Also included are centurions struggling in despair.
The reconnaissance car in the distance began to retreat, turning the front of the car back towards the military base.
The four trucks that drove towards them were left in place.
The infantry who had already got out of the car could not advance or retreat, so they could only dig out a simple foxglove pit on the spot, lie down in the foxglove pit, and exchange fire with the Restoration Army soldiers who were supporting the trenches.
As it turns out, these evil ghosts with raised noses are not invincible.
After losing firepower support from the rear, facing the soldiers of the Restoration Army who were several times their own, they soon fell into a hard battle and suffered continuous casualties.
Looking at the smoke pillars rising to the north, Yad's face was filled with surprise and soon turned into ecstasy again.
He pulled off his scarf, tied it to his injured arm, and shouted excitedly at the soldiers behind him.
It's reinforcements!
Our reinforcements are right in front!
I said, they won’t go back on their promises!
Directly north.
The military base of the Legion was filled with thick smoke.
Especially the artillery positions, due to the special attention, were even more overwhelmed by the firepower falling from the sky, and it was in a mess!
Piman, hiding in the anti-aircraft shelter, shouted desperately at the communication channel, but there was no response except for the sizzling sound of electric current.
It is not just the air command center 100 kilometers away that cannot communicate.
Even the 100-man team outside the military base could not be contacted, and the communications of the other combat units were intermittent. Without exception, the reports were not severely damaged and requested reinforcements.
Piman's face turned slightly pale, he hung up the phone and sat down on the chair weakly.
Antonit looked at him with a pale face, and nervous sweat oozed out from his forehead.
What exactly is that?
It's metal hydrogen... not just metal hydrogen, but also EMP. Piman opened and closed his trembling lips, and a hint of panic was written on his face. Our communication was cut off.
Hearing this sentence, Antonitt's eyes widened.
EMP???Metal hydrogen?!How could the guerrillas have that kind of thing!?
Piman swallowed and said with difficulty, that was not a guerrilla... Eighty-mostly it was a corporate plane.
The moment he heard the word enterprise, Antonitt couldn't help but hold his breath, and a hint of panic began to write in his eyes.
At the combat meeting half a month ago, he heard General Griffin say it.
The legion's eastward strategy has attracted the attention of the East Coast, including their occupation of the Trail Blazers, which obviously cannot be hidden from those people.
If they can't end the war in a short time, businesses will likely be involved.
And then.
The war will turn into a head-on confrontation between the Legion and the enterprise, and the ancient contract will be torn to pieces.
For a century...
This kind of thing has never happened.
Meanwhile, just above Piman and Antonitt's heads, a drone with a bulb-shaped head was hovering high.
Its name is Seagull, from the far east coast, with a unit price of 1.5 million Cr, can carry 8 guided missiles, and a 20mm aviation cannon with 600 rounds of missiles.
The communication equipment of the ground military base has been completely paralyzed by an EMP missile, and the legion's command system has suffered a severe blow.
Although they had a preview of the situation where communication equipment could not be used, they obviously did not expect that they would encounter an EMP attack, and the sudden attack caused a storm in the camp.
The tank soldiers rushed to the garage, intending to drive out the tanks and air defense vehicles inside.
However, before they could get close to the garage, another missile fell from the air.
The white phosphorus bombs exploded like fireworks blooming towards the ground, and flashing smoke columns dripped from the air, quickly turning the entire barracks near the garage into purgatory on earth.
A soldier subconsciously raised his hand to block the dazzling white light, but his arm was accidentally hit by the splashed sparks.
It was like a match fell into an oil barrel, and the faint flame instantly turned into a raging fire. It expanded several times in just a few breaths, turning him into a fireman.
He fell to the ground, trying to take off his clothes, rolling in pain, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not get rid of the shining flame... At this moment, any experience and skill had lost its effect, and he could only wait for death in suffering.
Screams came one after another, and the unextinguishable flames burned on dozens of tank crew members.
The scorched corpses lay beside the garage, and soon there was no sound of screams.
Looking down at the ground through the perspective of the drone, the debt-loss eyes couldn't help but smash their tongue.
Mom... It's so miserable.
The missile just now killed at least 50.
Unless you awaken your special abilities, it is probably difficult for even awakened ones to survive this hell.
I really couldn't bear to watch them suffer, and I sighed in my heart with a big debt, and I made up another one.
The white flames bloomed, and this time it turned into a sea of fire was the northeast corner of the military base.
The machine gun position covered with a camouflage net turned into a sea of fire. Several machine gunners escaped from the sea of fire, but were soon torn to pieces by the machine cannon falling from the sky.
From the perspective of thermal imaging, people's heads are bright like light bulbs, and they have nowhere to escape when facing top-down firepower.
At the same time, the Death Corps, which was attacking forward with tricycles, finally arrived at a new combat position.
The support team set up mortars, and under the guidance of the Seagull drone, fire suppression was launched on the area near the military base garage to prevent the Legion's vehicle members from boarding the tank.
On the other hand, the A-team, who served as the forward, stepped on three rounds and advanced towards the northeast corner of the military base under the cover of the Seagull drone.
No battery or engine is needed at all.
The power-based animal in the exoskeleton is a natural human-shaped motor. The macho men stepping on three wheels almost stomp on the tires and smoke.
Brothers, come with me!Looking at the burning white light in front of him, he roared excitedly on the edge of the paddling, and then patted the construction site on the shoulder, hurry up!Get a little faster!
The boy on the construction site and the brick couldn't help but complain.
I'm going to step off my shoes!Damn, can't we just run the motorcycle?
Even if you have three jumpers, you can do it!
Hearing the complaints of his good brother, he laughed heartily on the edge of excitement.
It takes up too much space!It’s better to bring more ammunition than to bring that thing. The manager asked me, but I refused it directly!
Construction site boy and brick: %$!
Holding his breath, the construction site with the highest attribute rushed to the front.
Team A led by the edge paddling was like a sharp spearhead, taking the lead in breaking through the outermost defense line in the northeast corner of the legion.
roar!
A dull roar came.
Next to the sandbag bunker, a gray-black mutant poked out of the bunker with a stick taller than a man.
His eyes were blood red, and there were heavy steel plates hanging on his chest, which looked like a baseball hitter, strode towards the death corps with meteors.
However, before it could reach a distance of ten meters, a 37mm armor-piercing incendiary bomb hit his chest, and the sparks shot him directly into the opposite direction.
That is the league's heavy riding spear!
Use the barrel of an anti-aircraft gun and shells of the same caliber, and a modified anti-equipment rifle!
The huge recoil almost overturned the player who shot the gun from the tricycle. Fortunately, the power of riding the car was enough to get rid of the animal, and the recoil of the anti-equipment weapon was offset by the pedaling legs.
Haha, it was beautifully played!The edge paddling couldn't help but shout, but soon he calmed down his excitement and cheered up one hundred and twenty minutes.
Although the outermost defense line has clashed, the real battle has just begun!
The soldiers who are still alive in the military base are all veterans who have experienced many battles.
They were already squatting behind the cover and ready to launch a counterattack at any time!
Not to mention those mutants!
These monsters with unreasonable physical functions are like human-shaped tanks.
The 100-man team composed of mutant mercenaries could not wait. As soon as they saw those people rush into the camp, they roared and rushed towards the death corps.
Tear them apart!
Unscrew their heads!
roar!
Those pupils flashed with a desire for flesh and blood.
These monsters, like wild beasts, do not only use primitive weapons. They also can shoot, use throwing objects, and some gadgets they make, but their accuracy is slightly worse, but they still cause considerable trouble for Team A, who is the pioneer.
Fortunately, Team C, who was responsible for the cover, finally walked around the dune slope on the north side, set up heavy machine guns and 37mm heavy cavalry guns, and pointed a dark and stern barrel at the mutant mercenaries.
Open fire!
The drum washing machine lying on the sand dunes yelled and launched the attack first.
After receiving the captain's order to open fire, everyone also pulled down the trigger, and fire tongues spewed out of the muzzle.
The thick tracer tear opens the curtain of the night, floating like willow catkins blown off by the wind.
The mutant mercenaries who rushed out of the bunker who were planning to fight with the Death Corps were killed and injured in an instant, and their armor was beaten to pieces, with flesh and brains all over the ground.
Although their wounds can heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, it does not mean that their heads can still grow back after being knocked into pieces.
Under the command of the drum hair washing machine, Team C, who operated the weapons, poured wildly into the military base in a sea of fire, covering Team A, who was the first to break through the defense line and the two 100-man teams that arrived later, continued to advance into the military base.
Everyone!get off!
He roared and took the lead in jumping off the tricycle, and called on the players who were leading the formation to form a formation, covering each other, and pushing forward with sticky blood.
Meanwhile, above the night sky.
Just after Team C successfully completed the firepower transfer, the Seagull drone in the air had already exhausted its ammunition and began to leave the battlefield in order to save power.
Next is the home court of the ground troops!
Wutai Hellhounds, as strong as a calf, followed Team A's footsteps and crossed the sandbag wall.
Although this guy's size and load are not as good as the A-1 ground weapon platform drawn by the strong wind, the huge reserve capacity of 1,000 rounds of 12mm machine gun bullets and 24 60mm air-explosive grenades still allows it to exert firepower comparable to an armored vehicle.
Under the control of intelligence players, these five hellhounds are like evil wolves rushing into the flock of sheep.
The triangular barrel rotated like a windmill, spewing out fierce firepower, and weaved a dense net inside the camp with a rain of bullets pouring like a waterfall, covering the infantry squad that followed it forward.
Not only that, the alliance's self-produced Y-2 Butterfly Knife quadrotor drone was also attacking forward in concert with the infantry.
Compared with the switchblade with explosives tied to the face, the Butterfly Knife, which has improved the power system and control system, has stronger continuous support capabilities. In addition to an adjustable camera hanging under the fuselage, there is also a 5mm small-caliber shellless coaxial rifle.
The drone can cooperate with the front line troops to launch a caliper-shaped offensive towards a fixed bunker while performing close-range observation missions, and can also form a drone swarm that strikes the enemy's front from multiple angles like locusts.
Very wide range of uses.
Faced with the Death Corps dragged into the military base, the Legionnaires soldiers tried to organize resistance, but the close-range firepower of the other side was too cruel!
In particular, the saturated firepower strike by the drone on targets near the garage caused almost all crew members to be wiped out, and more than 50 tanks broke down in the garage before they even had time to start the engine.
Coupled with the preemptive strike of EMP weapons, communication was interrupted.
Not to mention that the command center doesn't know what their situation is now, even the commander Piman himself doesn't know how many people there are still alive, where are the 100-man teams and 10-man teams and what opponents are fighting with.
Not only Piman did not expect that the centurions and ten men, who were fighting on the front line, were also confused by this sudden change.
There was no way, the previous gas tank bombs were too confusing, which made them mistakenly think that only a few guerrillas were attacking, and only sent out a weasel reconnaissance vehicle and four troop transport cards. Heavy equipment like the Conqueror Tank was not activated at all.
Faced with the Death Corps armed to the teeth by fire, the chaotic units of the corps were unable to even organize a fully equipped team of 10 people and could only fight each other around a limited bunker with a group of ten or even smaller sizes.
Their ammunition and morale couldn't last long, especially after seeing the four-legged hellhound and the whistling switchblade overhead...
The fragile defense line retreated again and again, and finally became a mess...
A legion soldier was carrying a rocket launcher and just aimed at a hellhound. Before he could pull the trigger, an air bomb exploded on his face, smashing half of his head.
He rushed to the edge of the front and shot the LD-47 rifle, and smashed the legion soldiers who were about to pick up the rocket launcher into a sieve.
The two agility players quickly went around to the side, and with a few loud bangs, they quickly cleared out the other riflemen behind the cover.
A fire burned in the distance.
You can feel the slumber of water on the edge that the resistance of the thousand-person team stationed here is already at the end of its strength.
He pointed his index finger at the communicator and ordered loudly.
Team B occupied the garage!Stop enemy crew members from entering the tank!
D. Team F continues to advance to attack and occupy the southern position!There is a team of 100 people to the south. After occupying the machine gun fortress, we will immediately support our friendly forces!
Team A follows me to attack the command post!Capture enemy officers!
action!
The location of the command post has been marked on the map.
These are all the information obtained by the Battlefield Brothers with his butt, so he can't let it go!
On the edge, I took my brothers and headed straight to the command post of the military base.
The simple command post was empty, and it was obviously moved to a nearby anti-aircraft shelter.
A team of ten people guarded behind the low wall at the entrance of the anti-aircraft bunker, trying to rely on the bunker to make a final struggle.
However, the players in charge of the tough situation did not give them a chance to see people, nor did they say nonsense, and directly attracted a Hellhound.
An air-explosive grenade hit the back of the bunker, and there was a bang. Then the three-edged gun barrel turned twice. The ten-person team squatting at the entrance of the anti-cannon bunker was instantly crushed into a pile of meat by fierce firepower.
Under the cover of supporting firepower, Bianbashi personally led a team of ten people to get close to the target.
A shock bomb was thrown into the anti-cannon bunker. As a flash of white light flashed, he thrust the LD-47 rifle with a bayonet and led several players around him to break in first.
Don't move!
Surrender immediately!
Hand over the gun and don’t kill it!
It was still the third-old line, and the construction site man who was paddling along the edge was shouting loudly.
One of the guards obviously did not believe in evil, and before they even opened their eyes, they raised their guns and tried to fight back.
However, before he could aim, a shuttle swept towards his chest.
The man groaned, and even had no time to let out a painful scream, and fell to the ground like a ragged rag.
Anthonyit pulled out his pistol and prepared to commit suicide, but before he could open the security, he was hit on the wrist by an engineer shovel and let out his hand with a painful cry.
Oh shit
The edge took a step forward, kicked the gun at his hand, grabbed his arm with one hand, twisted his backhand, and pressed his head against the table next to him.
Fighting hard, Antonitt was about to curse, but before two syllables popped out of his mouth, an engineer shovel cut his neck like an axe.
The cold touch and the sharp edge of Chi Chi made Antonitt's heart feel cold.
He was pressed on the table, his chest was fluctuating violently. He finally raised the courage to break himself, and was shot back by the dark shovel.
Sometimes courage requires a little bit of enthusiasm.
He was not afraid of death and was also prepared to sacrifice for the Marshal. However, these people obviously would not allow him to die simply. They would definitely torture him little by little with this shovel until they torture the information in his head...
Thinking of this, Antonitt couldn't help trembling, and his pants became wet when he was not careful.
Thinking that this guy was planning to resist, he glared at him on the edge, holding his hands harder.
Be honest!
The commander Piman, who was standing aside, did not move from beginning to end, but looked at the dark people rushing into the command post and the guns in their hands, and felt desperate.
Pioneer Type I Exoskeleton.
He recognized these equipment.
There is no doubt that these are all from the company!
Handcuffs these people!
The edge paddled and looked at the teammate behind him and gave an order. The construction site boy and brick took out the handcuffs without saying a word and walked towards the commander.
Facing the soldiers walking towards him, Piman did not resist and calmly extended his hands.
I surrendered.
It's not embarrassing to lose to the East Coast guys.
These people's equipment is as strong as if they have a cheat, and they almost use tactical nuclear bombs.
And these people have moral cleanliness, and being captured by them is usually not bad...
At the same time, the battle in the south was over.
After clearing out the machine gun positions and the legion soldiers next to the sentry tower, Team D quickly occupied the fixed weapons and vented firepower towards the four trucks in the distance.
Faced with the firepower that exploded at the same time, the legion of the 100-man team, which was sandwiched between the Restoration Army and the players, was soon killed or injured more than half of them and lost their combat ability.
After seizing the fighter plane, Yad immediately ordered to rush forward with a team of 100 people, capturing all the remaining enemies who had lost their will to resist.
On the other side, the weasel reconnaissance vehicle that returned to the military base to support infantry was also blown out by the players' RPG, and broke down on the road. The turret shot a white flag and surrendered.
So far, this military operation spanning thousands of miles can basically declare victory. There are only sporadic gunshots and faint flames left in the messy military base.
The Death Corps killed a total of 652 legion soldiers, 121 mutant mercenaries, and captured more than 470 combat and non-combatants.
As for the damage to the war, only 31 people died this time.
Moreover, this number is considered to be seriously injured and disabled, and he took the initiative to ask his teammates to counteract his own players.
After hearing the results and losses reported by each team, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.
Is this the power of silver coins?
As long as the equipment is in place, it is hard to die!
With the rifle raised above his head to signal the identity of his allies, Yad walked towards the military base and saw the water paddling on the edge of the captives coming out of the command post.
He stretched out his calloused right hand and clenched tightly with the young man in front of him.
Thank you for your support!
You're welcome, we are allies on the same front, holding his hand and shaking it, and then loosening it and paddling on the edge continued, but I still have to say that you were an hour ahead of the original plan, and we almost couldn't catch up.
Fortunately, the legion underestimated the enemy and did not drive the tank out, otherwise it would be a tough battle tonight.
Yad was slightly stunned and said immediately.
It is impossible. The news we received was to launch an attack at about an hour in the morning. The messenger sent by Prince Winter also specifically reminded us that we would adjust the table to the time zone used by the alliance...
As he said that, he took out a wrinkled map from his arms and handed it to the edge of the paddling.
The map is marked with pencils with several simple pieces of information, including the time and steps of the action, etc.
The edge of the paddling expression was a little weird. After taking a photo, he returned the map to him.
...Maybe it's a misunderstanding.
It is not easy to say something to sow discord from his position, but it is indeed impossible to rule out that there may be people in the Lion Kingdom who hope they will die here.
Yad obviously thought of this, but he did not show his anger on his face, but just nodded calmly.
Well, just treat it as a misunderstanding.
In any case, now is not the time for internal strife. Even if there are conflicts, we should wait until the end of the war.
What's more, this has nothing to do with supporting them, and it is a problem within the Lion King.
Let’s talk about something happy. We have obtained the information we need, including personal and physical evidence... in short, it’s something that can make things difficult for our enemies.
While speaking, the edge paddled glances at the boxes brought out of the command post next to it, as well as several officers escorted out of the anti-aircraft shelter by the players.
The alliance has sent a delegation to wait for their handover in the area bordering Luoxia Province and the northern part of the River Valley Province.
After the handover is completed, the orders for these officers and arms procurement will be sent to the Great Rift Valley, and the Bugra Free State should usher in a wave of cleaning.
This is the most optimistic situation.
Even if the situation is not that optimistic, the alliance may gain favors from the north, or even friendship.
Speaking of which, the Great Rift Valley is also one of the fallen empires in the background board, and his ancestors were once the headquarters of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, but their presence is not as strong as those of enterprises, legions, and colleges.
I was actually quite curious about the edge paddling, what exactly the map there looked like.
I don’t know if A Guang has made it.
Yad glanced at Piman and Antonit, who were dejected by the side. Although he didn't recognize these two faces, his military rank was at least a thousand-man commander.
...What about the other prisoners?
Leave it to you, including the spoils in this military base. I hope you will take as many as possible and destroy what you cannot take away, especially the Conqueror tanks.
Speaking of this, the edge paddled and glanced at the light blue text on the VM, and then said.
By the way, according to the information we just recovered, Griffin, the commander-in-chief of the Legion in Luoxia Province, seems to be planning a new round of offensive from the north and cooperate with the Western Front troops to encircle the capital of the Lion Kingdom.
Yad's expression gradually became serious.
I will inform the marshal of the Lion Kingdom of Prince Winter.
The edge nodded.
Well, if you have faster channels for news, it's better to tell him as soon as possible.
The battle entered the stage of cleaning the battlefield.
Although the mission requires that the equipment be left to the local armed forces, the edge paddling still cannot withstand the instigation of the good brothers and cannot help but take a look at their spoils.
It doesn't matter if this look is done, and several players can't take their eyes off.
Staring at the tanks in the garage obsessively, the construction site boy and brick said with a dreamy expression on his face.
You said that if we drove these tanks away by ourselves, wouldn’t we be able to just put out an armored formation?
These are fifty Ahs!
There are heavy tanks, air defense vehicles, and self-propelled artillery, which is definitely enough to strengthen the establishment of a battalion!
Debt glanced at him.
Will you open it?
The construction site boy and brick said bluntly.
Won't!But I can learn Ah!And those NPCs will be opened?
Hearing the two of them quarrel, he smiled and said.
Since the desert kings have reserved dinars, they obviously imported the army's equipment, no matter what channel they imported.Since that Yad took over this batch of arms, they obviously have a way to use these guys... As for how to use it, let's not worry about it, it's time to go on the road.
Patting his good brother's shoulders, he turned around and walked towards the north of the camp.
The three rounds of the Death Corps were all stopped there.
They also had to ride those three wheels and continue northward through the desert, completing the handover of prisoners and evidence with the coalition mission waiting on the provincial border.
On the other side.
Next to the arsenal of the military base, soldiers of the Restoration Army were working hard to load ammunition, fuel and weapons onto trucks and ready to transport them away from here.
The soldiers with driving experience got into the tank and became familiar with the operation.
Standing next to Yad, Cluff, the commander of the Restoration Army, asked in a low voice.
Are we going to tell Prince Winter that news?
Yad was silent for a while, and finally nodded.
certainly.
Everything is putting the overall situation first.
The Lion Kingdom finally has kindness to them, and it cannot deny this kindness because of the existence of some villains.
Claff nodded, and felt relieved. It seemed that his highness was not overwhelmed by anger.
Then, Claff looked at the group of prisoners squatting on the ground not far away.
What about those prisoners?
Instead of asking them to keep these people alive, the alliance gave them the right to deal with them.
Yad glanced at the captives who held their heads with their hands, and his heart was not disturbed.
Killing them can vent their anger, but it doesn't make sense.
and……
It may bring suffering to the people in the occupied areas.
After thinking about it, he made a decision.
Keep it.
We need to exchange these people for our fellow citizens.
When they saw the thick smoke rising in the direction of the military base, the soldiers of the Restoration Army crawling in the trenches opened their eyes wide in surprise.
Including Yad.
Including his subordinate Claff.
Also included are centurions struggling in despair.
The reconnaissance car in the distance began to retreat, turning the front of the car back towards the military base.
The four trucks that drove towards them were left in place.
The infantry who had already got out of the car could not advance or retreat, so they could only dig out a simple foxglove pit on the spot, lie down in the foxglove pit, and exchange fire with the Restoration Army soldiers who were supporting the trenches.
As it turns out, these evil ghosts with raised noses are not invincible.
After losing firepower support from the rear, facing the soldiers of the Restoration Army who were several times their own, they soon fell into a hard battle and suffered continuous casualties.
Looking at the smoke pillars rising to the north, Yad's face was filled with surprise and soon turned into ecstasy again.
He pulled off his scarf, tied it to his injured arm, and shouted excitedly at the soldiers behind him.
It's reinforcements!
Our reinforcements are right in front!
I said, they won’t go back on their promises!
Directly north.
The military base of the Legion was filled with thick smoke.
Especially the artillery positions, due to the special attention, were even more overwhelmed by the firepower falling from the sky, and it was in a mess!
Piman, hiding in the anti-aircraft shelter, shouted desperately at the communication channel, but there was no response except for the sizzling sound of electric current.
It is not just the air command center 100 kilometers away that cannot communicate.
Even the 100-man team outside the military base could not be contacted, and the communications of the other combat units were intermittent. Without exception, the reports were not severely damaged and requested reinforcements.
Piman's face turned slightly pale, he hung up the phone and sat down on the chair weakly.
Antonit looked at him with a pale face, and nervous sweat oozed out from his forehead.
What exactly is that?
It's metal hydrogen... not just metal hydrogen, but also EMP. Piman opened and closed his trembling lips, and a hint of panic was written on his face. Our communication was cut off.
Hearing this sentence, Antonitt's eyes widened.
EMP???Metal hydrogen?!How could the guerrillas have that kind of thing!?
Piman swallowed and said with difficulty, that was not a guerrilla... Eighty-mostly it was a corporate plane.
The moment he heard the word enterprise, Antonitt couldn't help but hold his breath, and a hint of panic began to write in his eyes.
At the combat meeting half a month ago, he heard General Griffin say it.
The legion's eastward strategy has attracted the attention of the East Coast, including their occupation of the Trail Blazers, which obviously cannot be hidden from those people.
If they can't end the war in a short time, businesses will likely be involved.
And then.
The war will turn into a head-on confrontation between the Legion and the enterprise, and the ancient contract will be torn to pieces.
For a century...
This kind of thing has never happened.
Meanwhile, just above Piman and Antonitt's heads, a drone with a bulb-shaped head was hovering high.
Its name is Seagull, from the far east coast, with a unit price of 1.5 million Cr, can carry 8 guided missiles, and a 20mm aviation cannon with 600 rounds of missiles.
The communication equipment of the ground military base has been completely paralyzed by an EMP missile, and the legion's command system has suffered a severe blow.
Although they had a preview of the situation where communication equipment could not be used, they obviously did not expect that they would encounter an EMP attack, and the sudden attack caused a storm in the camp.
The tank soldiers rushed to the garage, intending to drive out the tanks and air defense vehicles inside.
However, before they could get close to the garage, another missile fell from the air.
The white phosphorus bombs exploded like fireworks blooming towards the ground, and flashing smoke columns dripped from the air, quickly turning the entire barracks near the garage into purgatory on earth.
A soldier subconsciously raised his hand to block the dazzling white light, but his arm was accidentally hit by the splashed sparks.
It was like a match fell into an oil barrel, and the faint flame instantly turned into a raging fire. It expanded several times in just a few breaths, turning him into a fireman.
He fell to the ground, trying to take off his clothes, rolling in pain, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not get rid of the shining flame... At this moment, any experience and skill had lost its effect, and he could only wait for death in suffering.
Screams came one after another, and the unextinguishable flames burned on dozens of tank crew members.
The scorched corpses lay beside the garage, and soon there was no sound of screams.
Looking down at the ground through the perspective of the drone, the debt-loss eyes couldn't help but smash their tongue.
Mom... It's so miserable.
The missile just now killed at least 50.
Unless you awaken your special abilities, it is probably difficult for even awakened ones to survive this hell.
I really couldn't bear to watch them suffer, and I sighed in my heart with a big debt, and I made up another one.
The white flames bloomed, and this time it turned into a sea of fire was the northeast corner of the military base.
The machine gun position covered with a camouflage net turned into a sea of fire. Several machine gunners escaped from the sea of fire, but were soon torn to pieces by the machine cannon falling from the sky.
From the perspective of thermal imaging, people's heads are bright like light bulbs, and they have nowhere to escape when facing top-down firepower.
At the same time, the Death Corps, which was attacking forward with tricycles, finally arrived at a new combat position.
The support team set up mortars, and under the guidance of the Seagull drone, fire suppression was launched on the area near the military base garage to prevent the Legion's vehicle members from boarding the tank.
On the other hand, the A-team, who served as the forward, stepped on three rounds and advanced towards the northeast corner of the military base under the cover of the Seagull drone.
No battery or engine is needed at all.
The power-based animal in the exoskeleton is a natural human-shaped motor. The macho men stepping on three wheels almost stomp on the tires and smoke.
Brothers, come with me!Looking at the burning white light in front of him, he roared excitedly on the edge of the paddling, and then patted the construction site on the shoulder, hurry up!Get a little faster!
The boy on the construction site and the brick couldn't help but complain.
I'm going to step off my shoes!Damn, can't we just run the motorcycle?
Even if you have three jumpers, you can do it!
Hearing the complaints of his good brother, he laughed heartily on the edge of excitement.
It takes up too much space!It’s better to bring more ammunition than to bring that thing. The manager asked me, but I refused it directly!
Construction site boy and brick: %$!
Holding his breath, the construction site with the highest attribute rushed to the front.
Team A led by the edge paddling was like a sharp spearhead, taking the lead in breaking through the outermost defense line in the northeast corner of the legion.
roar!
A dull roar came.
Next to the sandbag bunker, a gray-black mutant poked out of the bunker with a stick taller than a man.
His eyes were blood red, and there were heavy steel plates hanging on his chest, which looked like a baseball hitter, strode towards the death corps with meteors.
However, before it could reach a distance of ten meters, a 37mm armor-piercing incendiary bomb hit his chest, and the sparks shot him directly into the opposite direction.
That is the league's heavy riding spear!
Use the barrel of an anti-aircraft gun and shells of the same caliber, and a modified anti-equipment rifle!
The huge recoil almost overturned the player who shot the gun from the tricycle. Fortunately, the power of riding the car was enough to get rid of the animal, and the recoil of the anti-equipment weapon was offset by the pedaling legs.
Haha, it was beautifully played!The edge paddling couldn't help but shout, but soon he calmed down his excitement and cheered up one hundred and twenty minutes.
Although the outermost defense line has clashed, the real battle has just begun!
The soldiers who are still alive in the military base are all veterans who have experienced many battles.
They were already squatting behind the cover and ready to launch a counterattack at any time!
Not to mention those mutants!
These monsters with unreasonable physical functions are like human-shaped tanks.
The 100-man team composed of mutant mercenaries could not wait. As soon as they saw those people rush into the camp, they roared and rushed towards the death corps.
Tear them apart!
Unscrew their heads!
roar!
Those pupils flashed with a desire for flesh and blood.
These monsters, like wild beasts, do not only use primitive weapons. They also can shoot, use throwing objects, and some gadgets they make, but their accuracy is slightly worse, but they still cause considerable trouble for Team A, who is the pioneer.
Fortunately, Team C, who was responsible for the cover, finally walked around the dune slope on the north side, set up heavy machine guns and 37mm heavy cavalry guns, and pointed a dark and stern barrel at the mutant mercenaries.
Open fire!
The drum washing machine lying on the sand dunes yelled and launched the attack first.
After receiving the captain's order to open fire, everyone also pulled down the trigger, and fire tongues spewed out of the muzzle.
The thick tracer tear opens the curtain of the night, floating like willow catkins blown off by the wind.
The mutant mercenaries who rushed out of the bunker who were planning to fight with the Death Corps were killed and injured in an instant, and their armor was beaten to pieces, with flesh and brains all over the ground.
Although their wounds can heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, it does not mean that their heads can still grow back after being knocked into pieces.
Under the command of the drum hair washing machine, Team C, who operated the weapons, poured wildly into the military base in a sea of fire, covering Team A, who was the first to break through the defense line and the two 100-man teams that arrived later, continued to advance into the military base.
Everyone!get off!
He roared and took the lead in jumping off the tricycle, and called on the players who were leading the formation to form a formation, covering each other, and pushing forward with sticky blood.
Meanwhile, above the night sky.
Just after Team C successfully completed the firepower transfer, the Seagull drone in the air had already exhausted its ammunition and began to leave the battlefield in order to save power.
Next is the home court of the ground troops!
Wutai Hellhounds, as strong as a calf, followed Team A's footsteps and crossed the sandbag wall.
Although this guy's size and load are not as good as the A-1 ground weapon platform drawn by the strong wind, the huge reserve capacity of 1,000 rounds of 12mm machine gun bullets and 24 60mm air-explosive grenades still allows it to exert firepower comparable to an armored vehicle.
Under the control of intelligence players, these five hellhounds are like evil wolves rushing into the flock of sheep.
The triangular barrel rotated like a windmill, spewing out fierce firepower, and weaved a dense net inside the camp with a rain of bullets pouring like a waterfall, covering the infantry squad that followed it forward.
Not only that, the alliance's self-produced Y-2 Butterfly Knife quadrotor drone was also attacking forward in concert with the infantry.
Compared with the switchblade with explosives tied to the face, the Butterfly Knife, which has improved the power system and control system, has stronger continuous support capabilities. In addition to an adjustable camera hanging under the fuselage, there is also a 5mm small-caliber shellless coaxial rifle.
The drone can cooperate with the front line troops to launch a caliper-shaped offensive towards a fixed bunker while performing close-range observation missions, and can also form a drone swarm that strikes the enemy's front from multiple angles like locusts.
Very wide range of uses.
Faced with the Death Corps dragged into the military base, the Legionnaires soldiers tried to organize resistance, but the close-range firepower of the other side was too cruel!
In particular, the saturated firepower strike by the drone on targets near the garage caused almost all crew members to be wiped out, and more than 50 tanks broke down in the garage before they even had time to start the engine.
Coupled with the preemptive strike of EMP weapons, communication was interrupted.
Not to mention that the command center doesn't know what their situation is now, even the commander Piman himself doesn't know how many people there are still alive, where are the 100-man teams and 10-man teams and what opponents are fighting with.
Not only Piman did not expect that the centurions and ten men, who were fighting on the front line, were also confused by this sudden change.
There was no way, the previous gas tank bombs were too confusing, which made them mistakenly think that only a few guerrillas were attacking, and only sent out a weasel reconnaissance vehicle and four troop transport cards. Heavy equipment like the Conqueror Tank was not activated at all.
Faced with the Death Corps armed to the teeth by fire, the chaotic units of the corps were unable to even organize a fully equipped team of 10 people and could only fight each other around a limited bunker with a group of ten or even smaller sizes.
Their ammunition and morale couldn't last long, especially after seeing the four-legged hellhound and the whistling switchblade overhead...
The fragile defense line retreated again and again, and finally became a mess...
A legion soldier was carrying a rocket launcher and just aimed at a hellhound. Before he could pull the trigger, an air bomb exploded on his face, smashing half of his head.
He rushed to the edge of the front and shot the LD-47 rifle, and smashed the legion soldiers who were about to pick up the rocket launcher into a sieve.
The two agility players quickly went around to the side, and with a few loud bangs, they quickly cleared out the other riflemen behind the cover.
A fire burned in the distance.
You can feel the slumber of water on the edge that the resistance of the thousand-person team stationed here is already at the end of its strength.
He pointed his index finger at the communicator and ordered loudly.
Team B occupied the garage!Stop enemy crew members from entering the tank!
D. Team F continues to advance to attack and occupy the southern position!There is a team of 100 people to the south. After occupying the machine gun fortress, we will immediately support our friendly forces!
Team A follows me to attack the command post!Capture enemy officers!
action!
The location of the command post has been marked on the map.
These are all the information obtained by the Battlefield Brothers with his butt, so he can't let it go!
On the edge, I took my brothers and headed straight to the command post of the military base.
The simple command post was empty, and it was obviously moved to a nearby anti-aircraft shelter.
A team of ten people guarded behind the low wall at the entrance of the anti-aircraft bunker, trying to rely on the bunker to make a final struggle.
However, the players in charge of the tough situation did not give them a chance to see people, nor did they say nonsense, and directly attracted a Hellhound.
An air-explosive grenade hit the back of the bunker, and there was a bang. Then the three-edged gun barrel turned twice. The ten-person team squatting at the entrance of the anti-cannon bunker was instantly crushed into a pile of meat by fierce firepower.
Under the cover of supporting firepower, Bianbashi personally led a team of ten people to get close to the target.
A shock bomb was thrown into the anti-cannon bunker. As a flash of white light flashed, he thrust the LD-47 rifle with a bayonet and led several players around him to break in first.
Don't move!
Surrender immediately!
Hand over the gun and don’t kill it!
It was still the third-old line, and the construction site man who was paddling along the edge was shouting loudly.
One of the guards obviously did not believe in evil, and before they even opened their eyes, they raised their guns and tried to fight back.
However, before he could aim, a shuttle swept towards his chest.
The man groaned, and even had no time to let out a painful scream, and fell to the ground like a ragged rag.
Anthonyit pulled out his pistol and prepared to commit suicide, but before he could open the security, he was hit on the wrist by an engineer shovel and let out his hand with a painful cry.
Oh shit
The edge took a step forward, kicked the gun at his hand, grabbed his arm with one hand, twisted his backhand, and pressed his head against the table next to him.
Fighting hard, Antonitt was about to curse, but before two syllables popped out of his mouth, an engineer shovel cut his neck like an axe.
The cold touch and the sharp edge of Chi Chi made Antonitt's heart feel cold.
He was pressed on the table, his chest was fluctuating violently. He finally raised the courage to break himself, and was shot back by the dark shovel.
Sometimes courage requires a little bit of enthusiasm.
He was not afraid of death and was also prepared to sacrifice for the Marshal. However, these people obviously would not allow him to die simply. They would definitely torture him little by little with this shovel until they torture the information in his head...
Thinking of this, Antonitt couldn't help trembling, and his pants became wet when he was not careful.
Thinking that this guy was planning to resist, he glared at him on the edge, holding his hands harder.
Be honest!
The commander Piman, who was standing aside, did not move from beginning to end, but looked at the dark people rushing into the command post and the guns in their hands, and felt desperate.
Pioneer Type I Exoskeleton.
He recognized these equipment.
There is no doubt that these are all from the company!
Handcuffs these people!
The edge paddled and looked at the teammate behind him and gave an order. The construction site boy and brick took out the handcuffs without saying a word and walked towards the commander.
Facing the soldiers walking towards him, Piman did not resist and calmly extended his hands.
I surrendered.
It's not embarrassing to lose to the East Coast guys.
These people's equipment is as strong as if they have a cheat, and they almost use tactical nuclear bombs.
And these people have moral cleanliness, and being captured by them is usually not bad...
At the same time, the battle in the south was over.
After clearing out the machine gun positions and the legion soldiers next to the sentry tower, Team D quickly occupied the fixed weapons and vented firepower towards the four trucks in the distance.
Faced with the firepower that exploded at the same time, the legion of the 100-man team, which was sandwiched between the Restoration Army and the players, was soon killed or injured more than half of them and lost their combat ability.
After seizing the fighter plane, Yad immediately ordered to rush forward with a team of 100 people, capturing all the remaining enemies who had lost their will to resist.
On the other side, the weasel reconnaissance vehicle that returned to the military base to support infantry was also blown out by the players' RPG, and broke down on the road. The turret shot a white flag and surrendered.
So far, this military operation spanning thousands of miles can basically declare victory. There are only sporadic gunshots and faint flames left in the messy military base.
The Death Corps killed a total of 652 legion soldiers, 121 mutant mercenaries, and captured more than 470 combat and non-combatants.
As for the damage to the war, only 31 people died this time.
Moreover, this number is considered to be seriously injured and disabled, and he took the initiative to ask his teammates to counteract his own players.
After hearing the results and losses reported by each team, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.
Is this the power of silver coins?
As long as the equipment is in place, it is hard to die!
With the rifle raised above his head to signal the identity of his allies, Yad walked towards the military base and saw the water paddling on the edge of the captives coming out of the command post.
He stretched out his calloused right hand and clenched tightly with the young man in front of him.
Thank you for your support!
You're welcome, we are allies on the same front, holding his hand and shaking it, and then loosening it and paddling on the edge continued, but I still have to say that you were an hour ahead of the original plan, and we almost couldn't catch up.
Fortunately, the legion underestimated the enemy and did not drive the tank out, otherwise it would be a tough battle tonight.
Yad was slightly stunned and said immediately.
It is impossible. The news we received was to launch an attack at about an hour in the morning. The messenger sent by Prince Winter also specifically reminded us that we would adjust the table to the time zone used by the alliance...
As he said that, he took out a wrinkled map from his arms and handed it to the edge of the paddling.
The map is marked with pencils with several simple pieces of information, including the time and steps of the action, etc.
The edge of the paddling expression was a little weird. After taking a photo, he returned the map to him.
...Maybe it's a misunderstanding.
It is not easy to say something to sow discord from his position, but it is indeed impossible to rule out that there may be people in the Lion Kingdom who hope they will die here.
Yad obviously thought of this, but he did not show his anger on his face, but just nodded calmly.
Well, just treat it as a misunderstanding.
In any case, now is not the time for internal strife. Even if there are conflicts, we should wait until the end of the war.
What's more, this has nothing to do with supporting them, and it is a problem within the Lion King.
Let’s talk about something happy. We have obtained the information we need, including personal and physical evidence... in short, it’s something that can make things difficult for our enemies.
While speaking, the edge paddled glances at the boxes brought out of the command post next to it, as well as several officers escorted out of the anti-aircraft shelter by the players.
The alliance has sent a delegation to wait for their handover in the area bordering Luoxia Province and the northern part of the River Valley Province.
After the handover is completed, the orders for these officers and arms procurement will be sent to the Great Rift Valley, and the Bugra Free State should usher in a wave of cleaning.
This is the most optimistic situation.
Even if the situation is not that optimistic, the alliance may gain favors from the north, or even friendship.
Speaking of which, the Great Rift Valley is also one of the fallen empires in the background board, and his ancestors were once the headquarters of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, but their presence is not as strong as those of enterprises, legions, and colleges.
I was actually quite curious about the edge paddling, what exactly the map there looked like.
I don’t know if A Guang has made it.
Yad glanced at Piman and Antonit, who were dejected by the side. Although he didn't recognize these two faces, his military rank was at least a thousand-man commander.
...What about the other prisoners?
Leave it to you, including the spoils in this military base. I hope you will take as many as possible and destroy what you cannot take away, especially the Conqueror tanks.
Speaking of this, the edge paddled and glanced at the light blue text on the VM, and then said.
By the way, according to the information we just recovered, Griffin, the commander-in-chief of the Legion in Luoxia Province, seems to be planning a new round of offensive from the north and cooperate with the Western Front troops to encircle the capital of the Lion Kingdom.
Yad's expression gradually became serious.
I will inform the marshal of the Lion Kingdom of Prince Winter.
The edge nodded.
Well, if you have faster channels for news, it's better to tell him as soon as possible.
The battle entered the stage of cleaning the battlefield.
Although the mission requires that the equipment be left to the local armed forces, the edge paddling still cannot withstand the instigation of the good brothers and cannot help but take a look at their spoils.
It doesn't matter if this look is done, and several players can't take their eyes off.
Staring at the tanks in the garage obsessively, the construction site boy and brick said with a dreamy expression on his face.
You said that if we drove these tanks away by ourselves, wouldn’t we be able to just put out an armored formation?
These are fifty Ahs!
There are heavy tanks, air defense vehicles, and self-propelled artillery, which is definitely enough to strengthen the establishment of a battalion!
Debt glanced at him.
Will you open it?
The construction site boy and brick said bluntly.
Won't!But I can learn Ah!And those NPCs will be opened?
Hearing the two of them quarrel, he smiled and said.
Since the desert kings have reserved dinars, they obviously imported the army's equipment, no matter what channel they imported.Since that Yad took over this batch of arms, they obviously have a way to use these guys... As for how to use it, let's not worry about it, it's time to go on the road.
Patting his good brother's shoulders, he turned around and walked towards the north of the camp.
The three rounds of the Death Corps were all stopped there.
They also had to ride those three wheels and continue northward through the desert, completing the handover of prisoners and evidence with the coalition mission waiting on the provincial border.
On the other side.
Next to the arsenal of the military base, soldiers of the Restoration Army were working hard to load ammunition, fuel and weapons onto trucks and ready to transport them away from here.
The soldiers with driving experience got into the tank and became familiar with the operation.
Standing next to Yad, Cluff, the commander of the Restoration Army, asked in a low voice.
Are we going to tell Prince Winter that news?
Yad was silent for a while, and finally nodded.
certainly.
Everything is putting the overall situation first.
The Lion Kingdom finally has kindness to them, and it cannot deny this kindness because of the existence of some villains.
Claff nodded, and felt relieved. It seemed that his highness was not overwhelmed by anger.
Then, Claff looked at the group of prisoners squatting on the ground not far away.
What about those prisoners?
Instead of asking them to keep these people alive, the alliance gave them the right to deal with them.
Yad glanced at the captives who held their heads with their hands, and his heart was not disturbed.
Killing them can vent their anger, but it doesn't make sense.
and……
It may bring suffering to the people in the occupied areas.
After thinking about it, he made a decision.
Keep it.
We need to exchange these people for our fellow citizens.
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