Highland No. 330, dusk just fell.
Sitting on the bench in the observation post, the centurion of the 11th Support Squadron, Jote, was looking at the Gobi Desert, which was gradually shrouded in the night outside the observation window, and his eyes were ecstatic.
A few hours ago, he received news from the front line command post that the barbaric alliance concentrated all its forces to launch a sudden attack on the legion's defense line, and the position G40-1 had fallen.
At the latest 48 hours, the Alliance's tanks will drive to the foot of the Highland No. 330.
Four thousand-man teams on the front line were withdrawing from defense. Soft assigned him only one of the tasks, namely, to cooperate with the defense force, and to block the alliance's armored forces that broke into its own depths.
Jote couldn't help but feel a little confused.
The day before yesterday, their friendly forces were furious at the alliance on the radio, beating the latter so that his nose and face were swollen. Why was it suddenly pierced?
No matter what, the command center is not just joking with him.
Yot didn't want to joke about his life, so he immediately sent a reconnaissance team and an engineer team to bury explosives at the foot of the mountain.
In addition to the team operating radar and anti-aircraft artillery that did not move, others were also sent by him to dig holes and set up defenses on the half slope of the high ground.
At this time, a sentry ran in and stood attentively and saluted.
Report!There are troops approaching in the rear!
rear?
Yot's heart moved slightly, immediately got up from the bench, walked out of the observation post, and walked straight to the road on the north side of Highland No. 330.
I saw dust rolling in the night, and the fully armed soldiers were stuffed with dozens of trucks, moving towards this side from the direction of the command post.
What's going on over there?Yot's adjutant also stood beside the road.
He obviously noticed the movement in the north and came here to take a look.
Yot did not answer immediately, raised the telescope hanging around his neck and took a look, and saw a total of thirty light trucks.
After staring at the convoy for a while, he blurted out.
It is a team directly under the Thousands of People.
Direct?!The adjutant standing beside him looked at him in surprise, "What are they doing?"
Isn’t the direct Thousand-Person Team responsible for the defense and support of the command post?
Could it be that Soft intends to move the command post to the 330th Heights?!
Not sure, Yot threw the telescope in his hand to him, made a release gesture to the distant hood, and let them in!
The checkpoint opens.
The convoy quickly drove to the position.
The 11th Hundreds' artillery team stood on both sides of the road, looking at the trucks driving onto the positions and the well-equipped comrades on the trucks, all of whom showed envious expressions on their faces.
Good guy, everyone has an automatic rifle.
I heard that those guys who are directly under the gang have three times the base ammunition volume that is the average frontline troops!
three times?What a joke, it's more than three times!They are not short of ammunition for the entire 10,000 team.
Unlike the clone soldiers who Make up the numbers, these soldiers on the truck are all Willant people of pure blood.
Not only do everyone have an assault rifle, but they are also equipped with a set of light or heavy bulletproof armor per person.
The shiny painted black shell emitted a cold light under the moonlight, and there was no flash of fire that could not penetrate their armor!
Not only are these soldiers well-equipped, but the military qualities of these soldiers are far from comparable to those of ordinary line-filling troops. They can be regarded as the trump card of the entire 40,000-man team!
The convoy stopped.
A man nearly two meters tall jumped out of the passenger seat of the truck that started.
He wore a helmet on his head, had clear facial features, tall and burly figure, and no obvious identity in his combat uniform, but Jot recognized the man in front of him.
The visitor is nothing else, but Simmond, the captain of the Thousand-Man team.
When he first entered the 40,000th Man team, he had served as the chief of the tenth husband under this man.
After a regular military salute, Yot walked forward and looked at Simmond with a smile on his face.
Sir Simmond, what wind has blown you.
Simmond said concisely without wasting time on greetings.
The command of the General Command asked me to go to Height No. 330 to take over the defense here.
Hearing this, Jott casts a surprised look at Simmond.
Does the General Command directly mobilize front-line troops?
Is this a commander beyond the level?
And the direct team of thousands of people was transferred...
He could even imagine General Soft's furious expression.
Noting the surprised expression on Jot's face, Simmond added a sentence behind without any expression.
Don’t worry, you continue to do your hands and leave the defense to us.
Yote immediately stood up and saluted.
yes!
Simmond nodded and waved his hand at his adjutant, who immediately understood and trotted to the truck.
Thousands of soldiers quickly got out of the car with wooden boxes and rushed to the front line of the highlands. A team of ten people scattered forward, some were responsible for excavation, some carried earthworks, and tacitly expanded the fortifications outward.
Simmond was not idle either. He wanted to come from Jot with a more detailed area map, which contained the latest markings drawn by the scouts, including shortcuts to the highlands at the foot of the mountain, and areas that require key defenses, etc.
After staring at the map for a long time, Simmond suddenly frowned and looked at Jot on the side.
Take me to the best place in the field of vision.
yes!plz follow me!
Jot immediately walked in front and took Simmond to the front line observation post.
The entire east, south, west and west sides of the highland can be seen at this observation post.
Why are there no firepower points on the southwest side of the highland?
Yot was slightly stunned for a moment and quickly explained.
Yes, but no machine guns were deployed... We are an air defense squadron, and there are only two heavy machine guns in the entire team. Both machine guns are deployed on the south and southeast sides, and the direction towards the highway is the direction.
Simmond interrupted him and continued to ask.
How many anti-aircraft guns are there?
...Four doors.
Then break down one door and put it here.
Simmond stretched out his index finger and knocked on the protrusion of the contour line on the southwest side of the map. There was a defensive gap in the position on the southwest side, so this gap must be filled.
Jott leaned closer to the map, looked at the position selected by Chief Simmond on the map, and then raised his head with laughter and tears.
Sir... There is no road on the southwest side of ours, and there are mountains everywhere!No one came from that direction at all!
In addition to mountains, there is also vegetation, and there is no more perfect location nearby than there.Simmond glanced out the window.
I saw clusters of fluffy seabuckling grass swaying on the hills covered by night in the distance.
Not only vegetation, but also rocks stand.
There is even a bunker there.
But they can't fly over.Yot couldn't help but remind him that even if the tracks of their tanks were made of titanium alloy, it wouldn't be possible to cross-country for 150 kilometers in a mountainous area where there was no road.Unless they plan to stay here until next month.
They really could fly over.Simmond said lightly.
Jot was stunned.
……What's the meaning.
Simmond continued.
The command post of the 40,000-man team is the target of the Alliance armored forces. They will probably hand over the No. 330 Highland to the airborne troops to deal with.
Yot suddenly looked at the night sky outside the observation window, and saw that it was clear and there was no dark cloud. There was no sign of the airborne soldiers.
However, Simmond's words made him cautious.
If the Alliance really intends to send infantry to infiltrate his position from the southwest side...
With these anti-aircraft artillery troops in his hands, they may not be able to withstand it.
Looking at Jot with a moving look, Simmond continued to speak.
If I were the commander of the Alliance, I would throw the airborne behind the hills on the southwest side and use the cover of night and vegetation to penetrate the Highland No. 330 on foot.
As he said that, he patted the centurion on the shoulder.
Highland No. 330 determines how far they can go, and prepare your people for mentally. There will be a tough battle tonight.
Yot swallowed hard and stood up straight.
yes!
Just as Simmond explained his defense plan to Jote, the two of them didn't know that several sneaky figures were lying under their noses.
330 The hill on the southwest side of the highland, behind the back slope of the slope.
The edge paddling was lying behind the swaying seabuckthorn grass, quietly watching the position ahead.
It's eight o'clock in the evening now.
The 150-kilometer off-road journey was completed in just eight hours!
There is no modern means of transportation, not even roads, and along the way there are Gobi and sand dunes without villages and shops without shops!
If this is put into reality, it will be enough to break the Guinness World Record, let alone be recorded in military history!
But there is no pride on the edge paddling.
Arriving at the combat position is just the first step, just being fast is nothing to brag about.
It's not too late to show off on the forum after taking down the position in front of you.
What a good guy, there are quite a few people on the hill opposite!
Looking at the hill close to me, my debt-ridden eyes holding the telescope in my hand couldn't help but smack my tongue.
Laplace, who was lying next to her, was also full of surprise in her eyes.
Is this a hundred-man team?!
I see that there are more than one hundred people on the southwest position alone!Yang Yubao couldn't help but complain.
Debt eyes looked at the edge of unspeakable strokes and asked in a low voice.
It seems that there are quite a few of them... Should we go around the west a little further?Go around to their north and get their butts!
The edge stroked and shook his head.
If you go around again, you will go around the defense zone of other troops, and this is the most suitable location.
The 330 Highland goes west for more than ten or twenty kilometers, and it is another anti-aircraft artillery position. Once discovered, what awaits them will be cross firepower from both sides of the east and west at the same time.
Almost all the mountainous areas are under the control of the legion, and the troops are broken into pieces and scattered in various defense areas and hilltops, leaving the offensive side with very small tactical choices.
He can only choose the few with the highest success rate from a limited number of options.
There seemed to be movement on the opposite hill.An agility player suddenly spoke, is that it is... a heavy machine gun?
It's an anti-aircraft gun!Another agility player whispered, as if they were planning to take the anti-aircraft guns to the southwest position!
Hearing this sentence, the players lying on the backscene looked at each other.
Did they find us?
We may not have discovered us, but we may have discovered loopholes in the southwest defense line. We frowned at the edge of the paddling, staring at the several engineers who were busy deploying anti-aircraft artillery. There was a platoon of engineers at the foot of the mountain, and there was another one on the top of the mountain. The engineers were almost gathering a company. This was not a 100-man team.
I also think that Yang Yubao nodded seriously, the engineer company must be a regiment-level configuration!There must be a team of thousands of people on the mountain!
So what to do now?Looking at the edge of the man, he whispered with an umbrella and a knife at midnight, "Why don't we wait for the construction site guys to follow you and fight."
There is no advantage in quantity, and the battle is still a bit reckless.
When the brothers who were riding the tricycle behind followed, it would be much more stable to push the three thousand people together.
We can't wait any longer, and they even built the bunkers after waiting!The edge paddled down the telescope in his hand and looked at the big eyes lying beside him. Where is your drone?
Seeing that the fight was about to start, the debt-loving big eyes said excitedly.
Already ready!
Very good, nodded on the edge of the verge and continued to command, let all the drones be released, remember to mark the target first, and wait for my order before firing!Try to knock out their firepower points at once and don’t give them any chance to breathe!
OK!
Debt Big Eyes lit her head excitedly and slipped down the hillside.
The edge of the paddling continued to look at the sheep lying beside him.
You took five hundred infantrymen and quickly circled to the southeast of Height No. 330, and launched a feint attack on the mountain along the edge of the road!
yes!
Yang Youbao nodded quickly and followed the direction of debt big eyes.
Back to the back of the back slope, the edge paddling took a look at the time on the VM screen with a faint light.
It's League Time 20:15.
Fifteen minutes.
Those little guys should have a good rest.
His index finger tapped on the headset, and the edge paddling switched the communication system to the entire channel, lowering his voice.
Please note that the action will start in ten minutes!
Without a trace of fear, he responded to the answers eager to try.
receive!
……
20：22
It is still quiet near Highland No. 330.
Looking at the engineering soldiers who were working on the hillside, Yot, who was walking on the position, was relieved and turned off the flashlight in his hand.
It's already this point, but there's no movement at all.
It seems that the league plans to put the action time to the second half of the night.
Thinking of this, Jote, who was relaxing, couldn't help feeling a little irritable. It seemed that he wouldn't want to have a stable sleep tonight.
Following next to Jot, the adjutant was silent for a long time and finally couldn't help asking.
I don't understand, since General Griffin concluded that the alliance would launch an attack tonight and send airborne troops... why don't we send planes directly to intercept them?
Yot said casually.
Our planes are already on standby, but the Alliance's planes are a bit weird and it is difficult for ordinary airborne radar to detect them.
This was what Chief Simmond told him.
In fact, he can guess even without saying it.
The bombed anti-aircraft artillery positions in the No. 40 defense zone were not discovered until the enemy planes had approached the visual distance.
From this perspective, the alliance is indeed possible to use the cover of the night to throw the airborne troops under their noses.
Even if the Saber fighters cruise at a fast speed, it is unlikely that they will destroy those transport planes before they parachuted out the moment they discover them.
Looking at the worried adjutant, Yot patted him on the shoulder and comforted him.
Don't worry, General Soft has sent his direct Thousand-Person team here. Even if the league really throws paratroopers into our faces, we can still slap them to death halfway up the mountain like a mosquito.
Before his words could be finished, the quiet night was suddenly broken by a bang.
The lights shook violently at the bottom of the mountain, and an engineer who was digging a pit fell to the ground. The engineer next to him quickly extinguished the flashlight in his hand and fell down.
However, their movements were still half a beat slower.
Within less than half a second, the dense gunshots rang out like firecrackers on the southeast side of the 330 Highland. The engineer squad that was burying explosives instantly suffered heavy casualties, and only weak wailing remained on the hillside.
Enemy attack!
Jote, who came to his senses, roared and rushed to the nearest bunker. Almost at the same time, a harsh alarm sounded throughout the No. 330 position.
It turned out to be southeast!
Looking at the southeast position through the small window of the observation post, Simmond's expression moved slightly.
However, this does not mean that your judgment is wrong.
Even if they landed behind the hills on the southwest side, those people could follow the back slope and go around their southeast side and launch an attack.
Perhaps seeing the flat anti-aircraft gun made them notice...
Without any hesitation, Simmond decisively picked up the intercom and ordered.
The 1st Support Squadron launches flares!
At the same time as the order was issued, the mortars directly under the Thousand-People Team had quickly arrived at the combat position.
With a few crisp sounds, dozens of flares rose into the sky, lighting up all the hills around Highland No. 330.
I saw figures lying on the hill on the southeast side.They dug simple foxgloves and were strafing fire on the 330 Heights with their light machine guns and rifles.
The distance between the two sides is less than 500 meters.
At the same time, two 100-man teams took advantage of the night to catch up with the east and south of the mountain, and fierce fire broke out with nearby posts and several teams rushing to support the engineers next to the highway.
Looking at the hills not far away and the firelights flashing at the foot of the mountain, Simmond frowned.
Two groups of support, two groups of invade, clear division of labor, tacit cooperation... they really deserve the reputation of elites.And with this firepower density, at least four hundred-man teams!
Maybe five are possible!
If I hadn't come here, Highland No. 330 might have fallen into the hands of the alliance!
Simmond's lips curled up with a sneer.
These barbarians probably wouldn't have thought that they were not facing the support squadron that they saw during the day with only a hundred people, but the strongest ace of the 40,000-man team directly under the Thousand-man team!
Picking up the intercom, Simmond ordered in a cold voice.
All units should pay attention to the unit in front of us, the most elite ace burning corps in the rumored alliance.
It was these cockroaches who humiliated our Air Force brothers and snatched away the Heart of Steel.
The group of soft boys from the Air Marines made them find confidence, but this time they obviously picked the wrong opponent!
Beat me hard!
Tell them what the real ace is!
……
The 40,000-person team command.
When General Soft, who was still greeting Griffin's mother a second ago, heard the news that the No. 330 position was attacked, a cold sweat broke out from behind.
It’s only seventeen kilometers from the 330th Highland!
Of course, he has been reading the map for so long, and of course he will not be unclear what it means to him once he loses it.
Not only will the command post be exposed to the Alliance's firepower projection range, the four thousand-man teams returned to the defense and support will also face the encirclement of the Alliance's armored forces and supporting artillery.
The 40,000-man team may only have a number left in the end...
These beasts... are quite hiding!Haha, go eat shit!
Taking out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead, Soft stared at the strategic map on the table, feeling scared and excited.
Unexpectedly, the league really dared to throw the airborne troops over without obtaining air supremacy, and threw out the ace as soon as it took action. This was indeed beyond his expectations.
His judgment before was still too absolute, and it was absolutely impossible that there would be a limited condition before it. If the commander of the alliance was not a gambler.
Fortunately, I was a person who listened to advice and carried out General Griffin's order, otherwise I would have capsized in the gutter.
Soft couldn't help but exclaim.
General Griffin really predicted things like a god!
He secretly glanced at his immediate boss, and the adjutant standing beside him silently chose to shut up.
I don’t know which guy it was, but after hanging up the phone, he greeted General Griffin’s family warmly…
Finally calmed down his beating heart, Soft looked at his adjutant and ordered excitedly.
Powered on Simmond!Tell him that air support is on the way and make him be sure to wipe out the elite of the alliance at the foot of the No. 330 Highland Mountain at all costs!
After winning this battle, the balance of victory is in our hands!
The adjutant immediately stood up and saluted.
yes!
……
On the other side, the Legion is stationed in Oasis 3.
General Griffin, who was sitting in the command account, was staring at the radio station on the table with concentration.
After the sizzling current sound, the pilot's voice came.
...This is ‘Sabre-1’, and no enemy planes were found in the target airspace.
Griffin frowned slightly at the unexpected reply.
Have you withdrawn?
The staff officer standing aside was also in deep thought and spoke after a moment.
This speed is too fast.
According to General Griffin's deployment, the alliance's airborne troops were directly under the 40,000-man team, and the Sabre fighter was responsible for destroying the Alliance Air Force that covered the airborne troops.
However, unexpectedly, the Alliance did not send planes to support the airborne troops attacking Height No. 330, and seemed to intend to hand over the entire height to the infantry to chew.
Not only that, they didn't even see the transport planes that sent those infantry soldiers, and the flapping planes that had attacked the air defense position in Area 40 were also gone.
Did they guess?Griffin's heart moved slightly, but soon rejected the possibility.
If the Alliance knew they were ready for the response, they would not throw the airborne troops to the No. 330 position.
Could it be...
In fact, the league did not expect that the 40,000th man team would send more personnel to the No. 330 Heights, but the Gambling Legion did not expect that it would send airborne troops to attack again, so it simply threw the No. 330 Heights to the infantry.
A moment of confusion flashed through those wisdom-filled pupils, and Griffin was stunned for a few seconds.
This possibility is not without.
But with their previous performance...
You shouldn't be stupid all of a sudden.
Underestimating the opponent is a taboo. Griffin's brows frowned even tighter, his eyes fixed on the map, and he quickly thought about countless possibilities in his mind.
At this time, the staff officer standing aside reminded.
Further south is the radar search area of the Heart of Steel... Our plane can no longer move forward.
The anti-aircraft gun of the Iron Heart has very poor effect on supersonic aircraft, and it is basically difficult to hit Mach 3 or above.
However, under the harassment of anti-aircraft guns, their aircraft can't even play any particularly important role.
Griffin nodded and looked at the correspondent on the side and ordered.
Let the Saber provide a round of fire support to the defenders of Height No. 330, and then immediately return to the front line airport to standby.
In addition, let the Falcon Kingdom First Air Squadron take off and replace the Saber to provide close support to Height No. 330!
The communications soldier stood attentively and saluted.
yes!
……
Bourne!
Hills on the southeast side of Height No. 330.
The whistling rain of bullets almost bit the ground with the roar of the machine cannon, instantly splashing boiling dust and broken limbs.
The sudden air strike made the alliance's position silent for two seconds.
Although the gunshots continued to sound soon, they obviously lost their previous momentum and began to become much more cautious.
Obviously, the air strike caused them a lot of casualties.
Losing the cover of firepower from the rear, the two hundred-man teams that were attacking were immediately in danger.
Simmond, who was in charge of command, did not miss this opportunity. He immediately drew a 100-man team from other defense areas and transferred it to the east intersection, intending to go down the mountain to encircle the rear of the alliance's invading troops, and wipe out the two 100-man teams that were nailed to the hill and killed the alliance on the hill!
Although he has the advantage at this moment, Simmond knew very well that his soldiers did not have much ammunition. If they could not fight quickly in a short period of time, the two sides would soon fall into a stalemate.
Ha ha!Beautiful job!Watching the fighter plane whizzing past his head, Yot waved his fist excitedly.
The adjutant standing next to him was also overjoyed.
The alliance is probably already stunned at this moment.
They would never dream of why there was a mountain with only one hundred-man team during the day, and there was a sudden increase of more than a thousand people.
It only depends on five hundred people to rush to their position.
What daydreams!
However, at this moment, a black shadow suddenly emerged from the swaying sea thorn grass on the hill on the southwest side, and rushed down the mountain at a rapid speed.
Jote, who was squatting in the observation post, saw something vaguely, but at first it didn't take it seriously.
After all, that thing was so fast that it wasn't as fast as a human.
Until the sentry standing guard on the southwest position discovered something was wrong, and immediately chased the shadows and turned the searchlight to the foot of the mountain on the southwest side of the highland...
I saw a series of infiltrating claws and tails covered with scale-like armor emitted a cold light under the illumination of the searchlight.
When they met the amber pupils, Yot's eyes were instantly lost, and his proud expression frozen on his face.
The feeling of being targeted by the predator made him feel stiff all over his body as if his blood vessels were frozen and his feet were filled with lead.
Even a distance of hundreds of meters, even if it is condescending, it cannot bring him a sense of security at all.
The Claw of Death...
It turned out to be the claw of death!
But this is Luoxia Province, how could this thing be possible?!
Sitting on the bench in the observation post, the centurion of the 11th Support Squadron, Jote, was looking at the Gobi Desert, which was gradually shrouded in the night outside the observation window, and his eyes were ecstatic.
A few hours ago, he received news from the front line command post that the barbaric alliance concentrated all its forces to launch a sudden attack on the legion's defense line, and the position G40-1 had fallen.
At the latest 48 hours, the Alliance's tanks will drive to the foot of the Highland No. 330.
Four thousand-man teams on the front line were withdrawing from defense. Soft assigned him only one of the tasks, namely, to cooperate with the defense force, and to block the alliance's armored forces that broke into its own depths.
Jote couldn't help but feel a little confused.
The day before yesterday, their friendly forces were furious at the alliance on the radio, beating the latter so that his nose and face were swollen. Why was it suddenly pierced?
No matter what, the command center is not just joking with him.
Yot didn't want to joke about his life, so he immediately sent a reconnaissance team and an engineer team to bury explosives at the foot of the mountain.
In addition to the team operating radar and anti-aircraft artillery that did not move, others were also sent by him to dig holes and set up defenses on the half slope of the high ground.
At this time, a sentry ran in and stood attentively and saluted.
Report!There are troops approaching in the rear!
rear?
Yot's heart moved slightly, immediately got up from the bench, walked out of the observation post, and walked straight to the road on the north side of Highland No. 330.
I saw dust rolling in the night, and the fully armed soldiers were stuffed with dozens of trucks, moving towards this side from the direction of the command post.
What's going on over there?Yot's adjutant also stood beside the road.
He obviously noticed the movement in the north and came here to take a look.
Yot did not answer immediately, raised the telescope hanging around his neck and took a look, and saw a total of thirty light trucks.
After staring at the convoy for a while, he blurted out.
It is a team directly under the Thousands of People.
Direct?!The adjutant standing beside him looked at him in surprise, "What are they doing?"
Isn’t the direct Thousand-Person Team responsible for the defense and support of the command post?
Could it be that Soft intends to move the command post to the 330th Heights?!
Not sure, Yot threw the telescope in his hand to him, made a release gesture to the distant hood, and let them in!
The checkpoint opens.
The convoy quickly drove to the position.
The 11th Hundreds' artillery team stood on both sides of the road, looking at the trucks driving onto the positions and the well-equipped comrades on the trucks, all of whom showed envious expressions on their faces.
Good guy, everyone has an automatic rifle.
I heard that those guys who are directly under the gang have three times the base ammunition volume that is the average frontline troops!
three times?What a joke, it's more than three times!They are not short of ammunition for the entire 10,000 team.
Unlike the clone soldiers who Make up the numbers, these soldiers on the truck are all Willant people of pure blood.
Not only do everyone have an assault rifle, but they are also equipped with a set of light or heavy bulletproof armor per person.
The shiny painted black shell emitted a cold light under the moonlight, and there was no flash of fire that could not penetrate their armor!
Not only are these soldiers well-equipped, but the military qualities of these soldiers are far from comparable to those of ordinary line-filling troops. They can be regarded as the trump card of the entire 40,000-man team!
The convoy stopped.
A man nearly two meters tall jumped out of the passenger seat of the truck that started.
He wore a helmet on his head, had clear facial features, tall and burly figure, and no obvious identity in his combat uniform, but Jot recognized the man in front of him.
The visitor is nothing else, but Simmond, the captain of the Thousand-Man team.
When he first entered the 40,000th Man team, he had served as the chief of the tenth husband under this man.
After a regular military salute, Yot walked forward and looked at Simmond with a smile on his face.
Sir Simmond, what wind has blown you.
Simmond said concisely without wasting time on greetings.
The command of the General Command asked me to go to Height No. 330 to take over the defense here.
Hearing this, Jott casts a surprised look at Simmond.
Does the General Command directly mobilize front-line troops?
Is this a commander beyond the level?
And the direct team of thousands of people was transferred...
He could even imagine General Soft's furious expression.
Noting the surprised expression on Jot's face, Simmond added a sentence behind without any expression.
Don’t worry, you continue to do your hands and leave the defense to us.
Yote immediately stood up and saluted.
yes!
Simmond nodded and waved his hand at his adjutant, who immediately understood and trotted to the truck.
Thousands of soldiers quickly got out of the car with wooden boxes and rushed to the front line of the highlands. A team of ten people scattered forward, some were responsible for excavation, some carried earthworks, and tacitly expanded the fortifications outward.
Simmond was not idle either. He wanted to come from Jot with a more detailed area map, which contained the latest markings drawn by the scouts, including shortcuts to the highlands at the foot of the mountain, and areas that require key defenses, etc.
After staring at the map for a long time, Simmond suddenly frowned and looked at Jot on the side.
Take me to the best place in the field of vision.
yes!plz follow me!
Jot immediately walked in front and took Simmond to the front line observation post.
The entire east, south, west and west sides of the highland can be seen at this observation post.
Why are there no firepower points on the southwest side of the highland?
Yot was slightly stunned for a moment and quickly explained.
Yes, but no machine guns were deployed... We are an air defense squadron, and there are only two heavy machine guns in the entire team. Both machine guns are deployed on the south and southeast sides, and the direction towards the highway is the direction.
Simmond interrupted him and continued to ask.
How many anti-aircraft guns are there?
...Four doors.
Then break down one door and put it here.
Simmond stretched out his index finger and knocked on the protrusion of the contour line on the southwest side of the map. There was a defensive gap in the position on the southwest side, so this gap must be filled.
Jott leaned closer to the map, looked at the position selected by Chief Simmond on the map, and then raised his head with laughter and tears.
Sir... There is no road on the southwest side of ours, and there are mountains everywhere!No one came from that direction at all!
In addition to mountains, there is also vegetation, and there is no more perfect location nearby than there.Simmond glanced out the window.
I saw clusters of fluffy seabuckling grass swaying on the hills covered by night in the distance.
Not only vegetation, but also rocks stand.
There is even a bunker there.
But they can't fly over.Yot couldn't help but remind him that even if the tracks of their tanks were made of titanium alloy, it wouldn't be possible to cross-country for 150 kilometers in a mountainous area where there was no road.Unless they plan to stay here until next month.
They really could fly over.Simmond said lightly.
Jot was stunned.
……What's the meaning.
Simmond continued.
The command post of the 40,000-man team is the target of the Alliance armored forces. They will probably hand over the No. 330 Highland to the airborne troops to deal with.
Yot suddenly looked at the night sky outside the observation window, and saw that it was clear and there was no dark cloud. There was no sign of the airborne soldiers.
However, Simmond's words made him cautious.
If the Alliance really intends to send infantry to infiltrate his position from the southwest side...
With these anti-aircraft artillery troops in his hands, they may not be able to withstand it.
Looking at Jot with a moving look, Simmond continued to speak.
If I were the commander of the Alliance, I would throw the airborne behind the hills on the southwest side and use the cover of night and vegetation to penetrate the Highland No. 330 on foot.
As he said that, he patted the centurion on the shoulder.
Highland No. 330 determines how far they can go, and prepare your people for mentally. There will be a tough battle tonight.
Yot swallowed hard and stood up straight.
yes!
Just as Simmond explained his defense plan to Jote, the two of them didn't know that several sneaky figures were lying under their noses.
330 The hill on the southwest side of the highland, behind the back slope of the slope.
The edge paddling was lying behind the swaying seabuckthorn grass, quietly watching the position ahead.
It's eight o'clock in the evening now.
The 150-kilometer off-road journey was completed in just eight hours!
There is no modern means of transportation, not even roads, and along the way there are Gobi and sand dunes without villages and shops without shops!
If this is put into reality, it will be enough to break the Guinness World Record, let alone be recorded in military history!
But there is no pride on the edge paddling.
Arriving at the combat position is just the first step, just being fast is nothing to brag about.
It's not too late to show off on the forum after taking down the position in front of you.
What a good guy, there are quite a few people on the hill opposite!
Looking at the hill close to me, my debt-ridden eyes holding the telescope in my hand couldn't help but smack my tongue.
Laplace, who was lying next to her, was also full of surprise in her eyes.
Is this a hundred-man team?!
I see that there are more than one hundred people on the southwest position alone!Yang Yubao couldn't help but complain.
Debt eyes looked at the edge of unspeakable strokes and asked in a low voice.
It seems that there are quite a few of them... Should we go around the west a little further?Go around to their north and get their butts!
The edge stroked and shook his head.
If you go around again, you will go around the defense zone of other troops, and this is the most suitable location.
The 330 Highland goes west for more than ten or twenty kilometers, and it is another anti-aircraft artillery position. Once discovered, what awaits them will be cross firepower from both sides of the east and west at the same time.
Almost all the mountainous areas are under the control of the legion, and the troops are broken into pieces and scattered in various defense areas and hilltops, leaving the offensive side with very small tactical choices.
He can only choose the few with the highest success rate from a limited number of options.
There seemed to be movement on the opposite hill.An agility player suddenly spoke, is that it is... a heavy machine gun?
It's an anti-aircraft gun!Another agility player whispered, as if they were planning to take the anti-aircraft guns to the southwest position!
Hearing this sentence, the players lying on the backscene looked at each other.
Did they find us?
We may not have discovered us, but we may have discovered loopholes in the southwest defense line. We frowned at the edge of the paddling, staring at the several engineers who were busy deploying anti-aircraft artillery. There was a platoon of engineers at the foot of the mountain, and there was another one on the top of the mountain. The engineers were almost gathering a company. This was not a 100-man team.
I also think that Yang Yubao nodded seriously, the engineer company must be a regiment-level configuration!There must be a team of thousands of people on the mountain!
So what to do now?Looking at the edge of the man, he whispered with an umbrella and a knife at midnight, "Why don't we wait for the construction site guys to follow you and fight."
There is no advantage in quantity, and the battle is still a bit reckless.
When the brothers who were riding the tricycle behind followed, it would be much more stable to push the three thousand people together.
We can't wait any longer, and they even built the bunkers after waiting!The edge paddled down the telescope in his hand and looked at the big eyes lying beside him. Where is your drone?
Seeing that the fight was about to start, the debt-loving big eyes said excitedly.
Already ready!
Very good, nodded on the edge of the verge and continued to command, let all the drones be released, remember to mark the target first, and wait for my order before firing!Try to knock out their firepower points at once and don’t give them any chance to breathe!
OK!
Debt Big Eyes lit her head excitedly and slipped down the hillside.
The edge of the paddling continued to look at the sheep lying beside him.
You took five hundred infantrymen and quickly circled to the southeast of Height No. 330, and launched a feint attack on the mountain along the edge of the road!
yes!
Yang Youbao nodded quickly and followed the direction of debt big eyes.
Back to the back of the back slope, the edge paddling took a look at the time on the VM screen with a faint light.
It's League Time 20:15.
Fifteen minutes.
Those little guys should have a good rest.
His index finger tapped on the headset, and the edge paddling switched the communication system to the entire channel, lowering his voice.
Please note that the action will start in ten minutes!
Without a trace of fear, he responded to the answers eager to try.
receive!
……
20：22
It is still quiet near Highland No. 330.
Looking at the engineering soldiers who were working on the hillside, Yot, who was walking on the position, was relieved and turned off the flashlight in his hand.
It's already this point, but there's no movement at all.
It seems that the league plans to put the action time to the second half of the night.
Thinking of this, Jote, who was relaxing, couldn't help feeling a little irritable. It seemed that he wouldn't want to have a stable sleep tonight.
Following next to Jot, the adjutant was silent for a long time and finally couldn't help asking.
I don't understand, since General Griffin concluded that the alliance would launch an attack tonight and send airborne troops... why don't we send planes directly to intercept them?
Yot said casually.
Our planes are already on standby, but the Alliance's planes are a bit weird and it is difficult for ordinary airborne radar to detect them.
This was what Chief Simmond told him.
In fact, he can guess even without saying it.
The bombed anti-aircraft artillery positions in the No. 40 defense zone were not discovered until the enemy planes had approached the visual distance.
From this perspective, the alliance is indeed possible to use the cover of the night to throw the airborne troops under their noses.
Even if the Saber fighters cruise at a fast speed, it is unlikely that they will destroy those transport planes before they parachuted out the moment they discover them.
Looking at the worried adjutant, Yot patted him on the shoulder and comforted him.
Don't worry, General Soft has sent his direct Thousand-Person team here. Even if the league really throws paratroopers into our faces, we can still slap them to death halfway up the mountain like a mosquito.
Before his words could be finished, the quiet night was suddenly broken by a bang.
The lights shook violently at the bottom of the mountain, and an engineer who was digging a pit fell to the ground. The engineer next to him quickly extinguished the flashlight in his hand and fell down.
However, their movements were still half a beat slower.
Within less than half a second, the dense gunshots rang out like firecrackers on the southeast side of the 330 Highland. The engineer squad that was burying explosives instantly suffered heavy casualties, and only weak wailing remained on the hillside.
Enemy attack!
Jote, who came to his senses, roared and rushed to the nearest bunker. Almost at the same time, a harsh alarm sounded throughout the No. 330 position.
It turned out to be southeast!
Looking at the southeast position through the small window of the observation post, Simmond's expression moved slightly.
However, this does not mean that your judgment is wrong.
Even if they landed behind the hills on the southwest side, those people could follow the back slope and go around their southeast side and launch an attack.
Perhaps seeing the flat anti-aircraft gun made them notice...
Without any hesitation, Simmond decisively picked up the intercom and ordered.
The 1st Support Squadron launches flares!
At the same time as the order was issued, the mortars directly under the Thousand-People Team had quickly arrived at the combat position.
With a few crisp sounds, dozens of flares rose into the sky, lighting up all the hills around Highland No. 330.
I saw figures lying on the hill on the southeast side.They dug simple foxgloves and were strafing fire on the 330 Heights with their light machine guns and rifles.
The distance between the two sides is less than 500 meters.
At the same time, two 100-man teams took advantage of the night to catch up with the east and south of the mountain, and fierce fire broke out with nearby posts and several teams rushing to support the engineers next to the highway.
Looking at the hills not far away and the firelights flashing at the foot of the mountain, Simmond frowned.
Two groups of support, two groups of invade, clear division of labor, tacit cooperation... they really deserve the reputation of elites.And with this firepower density, at least four hundred-man teams!
Maybe five are possible!
If I hadn't come here, Highland No. 330 might have fallen into the hands of the alliance!
Simmond's lips curled up with a sneer.
These barbarians probably wouldn't have thought that they were not facing the support squadron that they saw during the day with only a hundred people, but the strongest ace of the 40,000-man team directly under the Thousand-man team!
Picking up the intercom, Simmond ordered in a cold voice.
All units should pay attention to the unit in front of us, the most elite ace burning corps in the rumored alliance.
It was these cockroaches who humiliated our Air Force brothers and snatched away the Heart of Steel.
The group of soft boys from the Air Marines made them find confidence, but this time they obviously picked the wrong opponent!
Beat me hard!
Tell them what the real ace is!
……
The 40,000-person team command.
When General Soft, who was still greeting Griffin's mother a second ago, heard the news that the No. 330 position was attacked, a cold sweat broke out from behind.
It’s only seventeen kilometers from the 330th Highland!
Of course, he has been reading the map for so long, and of course he will not be unclear what it means to him once he loses it.
Not only will the command post be exposed to the Alliance's firepower projection range, the four thousand-man teams returned to the defense and support will also face the encirclement of the Alliance's armored forces and supporting artillery.
The 40,000-man team may only have a number left in the end...
These beasts... are quite hiding!Haha, go eat shit!
Taking out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead, Soft stared at the strategic map on the table, feeling scared and excited.
Unexpectedly, the league really dared to throw the airborne troops over without obtaining air supremacy, and threw out the ace as soon as it took action. This was indeed beyond his expectations.
His judgment before was still too absolute, and it was absolutely impossible that there would be a limited condition before it. If the commander of the alliance was not a gambler.
Fortunately, I was a person who listened to advice and carried out General Griffin's order, otherwise I would have capsized in the gutter.
Soft couldn't help but exclaim.
General Griffin really predicted things like a god!
He secretly glanced at his immediate boss, and the adjutant standing beside him silently chose to shut up.
I don’t know which guy it was, but after hanging up the phone, he greeted General Griffin’s family warmly…
Finally calmed down his beating heart, Soft looked at his adjutant and ordered excitedly.
Powered on Simmond!Tell him that air support is on the way and make him be sure to wipe out the elite of the alliance at the foot of the No. 330 Highland Mountain at all costs!
After winning this battle, the balance of victory is in our hands!
The adjutant immediately stood up and saluted.
yes!
……
On the other side, the Legion is stationed in Oasis 3.
General Griffin, who was sitting in the command account, was staring at the radio station on the table with concentration.
After the sizzling current sound, the pilot's voice came.
...This is ‘Sabre-1’, and no enemy planes were found in the target airspace.
Griffin frowned slightly at the unexpected reply.
Have you withdrawn?
The staff officer standing aside was also in deep thought and spoke after a moment.
This speed is too fast.
According to General Griffin's deployment, the alliance's airborne troops were directly under the 40,000-man team, and the Sabre fighter was responsible for destroying the Alliance Air Force that covered the airborne troops.
However, unexpectedly, the Alliance did not send planes to support the airborne troops attacking Height No. 330, and seemed to intend to hand over the entire height to the infantry to chew.
Not only that, they didn't even see the transport planes that sent those infantry soldiers, and the flapping planes that had attacked the air defense position in Area 40 were also gone.
Did they guess?Griffin's heart moved slightly, but soon rejected the possibility.
If the Alliance knew they were ready for the response, they would not throw the airborne troops to the No. 330 position.
Could it be...
In fact, the league did not expect that the 40,000th man team would send more personnel to the No. 330 Heights, but the Gambling Legion did not expect that it would send airborne troops to attack again, so it simply threw the No. 330 Heights to the infantry.
A moment of confusion flashed through those wisdom-filled pupils, and Griffin was stunned for a few seconds.
This possibility is not without.
But with their previous performance...
You shouldn't be stupid all of a sudden.
Underestimating the opponent is a taboo. Griffin's brows frowned even tighter, his eyes fixed on the map, and he quickly thought about countless possibilities in his mind.
At this time, the staff officer standing aside reminded.
Further south is the radar search area of the Heart of Steel... Our plane can no longer move forward.
The anti-aircraft gun of the Iron Heart has very poor effect on supersonic aircraft, and it is basically difficult to hit Mach 3 or above.
However, under the harassment of anti-aircraft guns, their aircraft can't even play any particularly important role.
Griffin nodded and looked at the correspondent on the side and ordered.
Let the Saber provide a round of fire support to the defenders of Height No. 330, and then immediately return to the front line airport to standby.
In addition, let the Falcon Kingdom First Air Squadron take off and replace the Saber to provide close support to Height No. 330!
The communications soldier stood attentively and saluted.
yes!
……
Bourne!
Hills on the southeast side of Height No. 330.
The whistling rain of bullets almost bit the ground with the roar of the machine cannon, instantly splashing boiling dust and broken limbs.
The sudden air strike made the alliance's position silent for two seconds.
Although the gunshots continued to sound soon, they obviously lost their previous momentum and began to become much more cautious.
Obviously, the air strike caused them a lot of casualties.
Losing the cover of firepower from the rear, the two hundred-man teams that were attacking were immediately in danger.
Simmond, who was in charge of command, did not miss this opportunity. He immediately drew a 100-man team from other defense areas and transferred it to the east intersection, intending to go down the mountain to encircle the rear of the alliance's invading troops, and wipe out the two 100-man teams that were nailed to the hill and killed the alliance on the hill!
Although he has the advantage at this moment, Simmond knew very well that his soldiers did not have much ammunition. If they could not fight quickly in a short period of time, the two sides would soon fall into a stalemate.
Ha ha!Beautiful job!Watching the fighter plane whizzing past his head, Yot waved his fist excitedly.
The adjutant standing next to him was also overjoyed.
The alliance is probably already stunned at this moment.
They would never dream of why there was a mountain with only one hundred-man team during the day, and there was a sudden increase of more than a thousand people.
It only depends on five hundred people to rush to their position.
What daydreams!
However, at this moment, a black shadow suddenly emerged from the swaying sea thorn grass on the hill on the southwest side, and rushed down the mountain at a rapid speed.
Jote, who was squatting in the observation post, saw something vaguely, but at first it didn't take it seriously.
After all, that thing was so fast that it wasn't as fast as a human.
Until the sentry standing guard on the southwest position discovered something was wrong, and immediately chased the shadows and turned the searchlight to the foot of the mountain on the southwest side of the highland...
I saw a series of infiltrating claws and tails covered with scale-like armor emitted a cold light under the illumination of the searchlight.
When they met the amber pupils, Yot's eyes were instantly lost, and his proud expression frozen on his face.
The feeling of being targeted by the predator made him feel stiff all over his body as if his blood vessels were frozen and his feet were filled with lead.
Even a distance of hundreds of meters, even if it is condescending, it cannot bring him a sense of security at all.
The Claw of Death...
It turned out to be the claw of death!
But this is Luoxia Province, how could this thing be possible?!
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