Chapter 329 Shelling and psychological warfare

Nine p.m.

   This point is the interval between shifts of Ya clan patrols.

   "I leave it to you."

  The greyhound whose face was full of exhaustion yawned, picked up his rifle as usual, went downstairs to take a raft, and went to the guard post outside the Sixin District to change his defense.

  These days are not easy for them.

  The airborne troops of the new alliance seem to have gotten in touch with the local guerrillas, and the gunfire in the eastern region has become more and more frequent.

  He could clearly feel that the combat quality and firepower of those guerrillas were much stronger than before.

  In the past, those rats dared to shoot them coldly with iron-pipe rifles, but now they have turned into hiding in windows with automatic rifles and shooting at them.

  Some even use bazookas...

   It is hard to guard against!

   Those paratroopers were not idle either. In addition to training guerrillas, they were also planning attacks themselves, and the scale was growing day by day.

  Although the apostles of the Church of the Torch can always kill a batch from time to time, these people soon emerged from other places.

   Greyhound even has an illusion.

   These people seem to be beating more and more?

  Due to a large number of armored troops and heavy firepower being transferred to the front line, the Ya clan was quite passive in the face of guerrilla attacks.

  They have been forced to abandon a large number of checkpoints and outposts in the eastern city, and actually lost control of the eastern city.

  Even if the number of patrols has increased to more than a hundred, they only dare to patrol during the day.

   "Hope I don't run into their paratroopers today..."

  The Greyhound who jumped onto the raft prayed silently in his heart, and sat beside the other predators.

  Today's night is extraordinarily quiet.

  When the raft was about to sail out of Sixin District, it started to rain. Seeing the sudden rain, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

   As we all know, the aircraft of the new alliance will only appear on sunny days.

   Rainy days are annoying, but at least you don’t have to worry about the top of your head.

   "How long will this war last."

   "It should be soon," said the man with the tattoo on his face, putting his rifle on the ground and looking at the rain in the sky. "Our centurion said that the attack will start when the heavy rain falls."

   "The heavier the rain, the closer their death will be."

   New Alliance aircraft are nerfed in rainy weather.

In the past, they only needed to deploy one tank to lay down a stronghold of survivors with a size of a thousand people. Now that so many tanks have gone to the front line, and they are still commanded by the so-called military god, Master Dillon, victory is as easy as breathing .

  Thinking of this, the people who had been harassed by guerrillas and paratroopers found some comfort in their hearts. Although the process is a bit difficult, as long as you can win, everything is worth it.

   It is said that the northern suburb of Qingquan City is a fertile land flowing with milk and honey, where there are endless treasures and endless food.

   Just as Greyhound was dreaming about the good life in the future, there was a "咻" sound above his head. Before everyone could realize what had happened, a thick cloud of smoke exploded from the six-story building tens of meters away.

  The concrete blocks were blown up and splashed in all directions, and when they landed on the water that filled the street, they splashed a series of water splashes and ripples. Amidst exclamations and curses, everyone lowered their bodies to avoid it.

   Not far away, the split-claw crab, which was disturbed by the explosion, let out a hoarse roar like grinding teeth, and scurry restlessly in the shallow water.

  In the chaos, the rafts of the marauders lay sideways on the side of the road.

"Grass!"

   "Cannonballs?!"

   "Damn it, aren't those cannonballers awake? How did they hit the cannonballs here!" A savage-faced looter cursed and roared.

   A predator next to him trembled.

   "No... I don't think even if the head is not accurate, it won't be crooked here."

   It seemed to confirm his guess.

   Soon another shell fell, but this time it was farther away from them, falling one or two hundred meters behind them.

  Looking at the dark water, Greyhound said nervously.

   "Let's find a place to hide first... There are a lot of split claw crabs here."

   This sentence has been unanimously agreed by everyone.

   Tie the tattered raft to the side of the road, and everyone quickly fled into the half-collapsed building on the side, and rushed to the second floor to hide.

  There were constant explosions outside, and the shells fell one after another. The distance was five or six hundred meters, and the nearest one was even on the street under their feet.

  Listening to the sound of the cannon that exploded like thunder, the eyes hidden in the darkness were full of panic and bewilderment.

  Nobody knows what happened.

  It is at least 20 to 30 kilometers away from Qingshi County, and there are nearly 30 tanks and five thousand-man teams in between.

  They just want to know, where did these shells come from? !

  …

   It's not just the patrols scattered across the city who are suffering under the gunfire, but also the little guys who gather in the cells to have fun...

   Even their chiefs and leaders.

   "Where did these shells come from!?"

   Inside the reinforced concrete blockhouse, roars echoed.

  Because the entire Sixin District is submerged in water, most of the bunkers are built in semi-collapsed buildings instead of buried underground.

  Hiding in the dark and cold blockhouse, Jin Fang's dark green face was full of rage and panic at the moment.

   A few minutes ago, he was still curled up in the warm blanket, playing with the "toy" he bought from a trader in the Buguera Free State in exchange for dinars.

  However, he had just entered the state, and before he had time to enter, a shell fell into the stinky ditch not far from his window.

   Soon the cannons sounded one after another.

  The deafening roar made him fall off the bed in fright. He didn't even come to remember to bring his coat, so he rushed here dragging a body of more than 200 kilograms.

  Hiding in this blockhouse with him, and his confidants and cronies.

  At this moment, everyone also had expressions of shock on their faces, not knowing what to do.

   Reaching out to grab a confidant, Gold Fang roared loudly in his face.

   "Go to the south and see what happened!"

   "Yes, yes!" The confidant nodded quickly, and ran out scrambling.

  Looking at the figure that disappeared at the door, Jin Ya finally calmed down and calmed himself down... Although the two mung bean-sized eyeballs were still full of shock and suspicion.

   Taking the clothes from his subordinates and putting them on, he found a sturdy chair and sat down, and began to think about what was going on.

  To be honest, when the shells first fell, he didn't think of the new alliance at all for the first time, but thought that the troops on the front line had betrayed him.

   This is also what worries him the most.

Although the commanders of the legion helped him win many battles, and Jinya also admitted that without Dillon's help, he could not have won so smoothly until now, but he still dared not hand over the command to those people because he was worried about those people. People are out of their control.

  No matter how dull his brain is, he can still detect it.

  The bond between the former officers of the legion is much tighter than the bond between himself and other thousands and centurions.

  That loyalty was something he had never seen on his own face.

  Once that Dillon has the command, as long as he replaces the centurion and thousand commander with the original subordinates, it will be a matter of minutes to replace himself.

   Originally, the predators believed in the law of the jungle, respecting the strong. Not to mention that two-thirds of the Ya clan are outsiders who joined them halfway, and they have no loyalty to themselves.

However…

   This idea only stayed in Jin Fang's mind for two seconds.

  He soon realized that the front-line troops he sent to Songlinyu were not equipped with indirect firepower such as 100mm artillery at all.

   In this way, there are only two possibilities left.

   Either the new alliance has come up with a super cannon that can effectively strike targets twenty kilometers—or even thirty kilometers away.

   Either they pushed the artillery position to Songlinyu, or even the north side of Songlinyu...

  No matter which possibility it is, it is undoubtedly bad news for him.

   After several hours of waiting, if it weren't for the occasional cannon shots outside and the boredom that weighed on his heart, Jin Fang, who was sitting on the chair, could not help but doze off.

   At this moment, footsteps finally came from outside, and the confidant he sent to inquire about the information before ran in hastily.

   Seeing the expression on the confidant's face and the dodging gaze, Jin Fang's heart trembled suddenly, and he had vaguely guessed something.

   But he still didn't expect it.

  The real situation is far worse than what I imagined...

   "Songlin Valley is occupied by the new alliance?!"

How can this be!

  After listening to the report from his confidant, Jin Ya suddenly stood up from the chair, wishing he could grab the man by the collar and ask again.

   "Where are the five thousand-man teams stationed there?!"

  The confidant pressed his forehead to the ground, and said in a trembling voice.

   "It's all gone..."

  The chair made an overwhelmed creak.

   Jin Fang slumped back on the chair, and in his widened eyeballs, panic, doubt, disbelief flashed in an instant... a series of complex expressions that were indescribable.

   Twenty-seven tanks!

  Fifty anti-aircraft vehicles!

   This is almost the entire property of the Ya clan!

  In order to deal with those small planes, Jin Ya gave almost all the 10mm heavy machine guns that could be connected in series to the craftsmen in the tribe to modify them.

   But now someone told him that all of this...

Gone?

   "..."

   Facing this pale reality, Jin Ya fell into a long silence in a daze.

  He still remembered that before departure, Dillon promised him that he would be able to take down the industrial area and farmland of Dawn City for the price of ten tanks at most.

  Exchanging limited equipment for unlimited supplies, this deal is sure to make a profit.

   But let alone Shuguang City now, they haven't even seen the shadow of Qingshi County, and the shells have even fallen into their lair!

  The closed teeth gradually made a creaking sound, and the gold teeth gradually began to rise and fall in the chest, and a series of angry curses squeezed out from the gap between the teeth.

   "This group of trash who have more success than failure!"

   "Where's Dillon?!"

   "Where is that idiot now?"

   "Tell him to come see me!"

  Hearing the series of thunderous roars, the confidant who was kneeling on one knee trembled, not daring to take a breath for fear of being angered, so he spoke quickly and tremblingly.

   "Small, I don't know... We saw the army of the New Alliance near the col on the north side of Songlin Valley. They set up artillery there, stationed a lot of people, and there were scouts patrolling in the nearby woods."

   "Thinking that you are still waiting for us to report back, we didn't dare to risk getting too close, so we thought about searching for the broken soldiers who had fled back, but we didn't find any of them."

  Hearing this sentence, Jin Fang, who was furious, suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.

  A drop of cold sweat unconsciously slipped from his forehead, and even the burning anger in his chest was somewhat extinguished.

  No one escaped back? !

  This means that the new alliance wiped out his entire five thousand-man teams in a short period of time...

   And still under the protection of countless armors.

  The commander and his cronies around looked at each other, exchanging the horror and surprise in each other's eyes in silence.

   At this time, a commander spoke.

   "The Fourth New District is a land of swamps, and the underground area is flooded. It is impossible to build anti-gun holes here, and the bunkers on the surface cannot withstand the continuous bombing...I suggest moving to a place a little north."

   "North? Do you want us to fight the guerrillas for the hole?"

   "Guerrillas are to the east!"

   "What's the difference? The underground tunnels in this city are all the same, and they are familiar with the terrain there. If we hide in it, it will be a dead end! Besides, how can more than 20,000 people hide in?!"

  At this time, someone suddenly raised his mouth.

   "How about... we'd better move north, anyway, Xizhou City doesn't have much oil and water, so just throw this rotten land to the new alliance."

  Hearing this sentence, many people showed expressions of approval on their faces.

   "Makes sense..."

   "Indeed, apart from rats, there are endless guerrillas and paratroopers here."

   “…and airstrikes.”

   "At worst, let's go east, join the Snake Clan and the others, and go around the eastern provinces..."

   Some people did not speak, and looked at their leader cautiously.

  However, at this moment, Jin Fang suddenly slammed the table down.

"enough!"

   "Shut up for me!"

   "Whoever dares to mention the retreat again, I will cut off his tongue and feed it to the dogs!"

  The room was silent.

  Seeing the subordinates who shut their mouths and said nothing, Jin Fang slowly calmed down the anger and heavy breathing in his heart.

  He admits that he doesn't have Dillon's command ability, but that doesn't mean he's stupid.

   Retreat?

   There is no possibility of retreat at all!

   Not to mention that all the booty and slaves have to be thrown here, once he retreats, it means admitting the defeat of the Ya clan.

   Those foreign tribes attracted by his prestige will soon leave him and leave, set up their own family, or go back wherever they came from.

  After crossing the tributary of Tianshui, 20,000 people will survive and there will be more than 10,000 left. Anyway, it's all downsizing, so it's better to cut down on the battlefield and fight to the death with the new alliance!

   There are more than 20,000 people in his hands.

   In real street fighting, he might not have no chance of winning!

   Looking at the subordinates who shut their mouths and dared not speak, Jin Ya shouted angrily and ordered.

"Take your subordinates and scatter around the city for me, and stare at every window and every building! Since those despicable and shameless gophers dare to come to the door, let them try Try it!"

   "As for shelling, bombing... let them just waste shells. I want to see how many shells they have!"

  No one dared to resist, let alone speak up.

  Even if I complained endlessly in my heart, I could only bow my head at this time.

   Watching the figures retreating one after another and disappearing at the door, Jin Fang slowly relaxed his tense muscles and shoulders, and leaned against the back of the chair.

  Looking up at the trembling ceiling amid the roar of artillery fire, a trace of madness appeared on his face.

bring it on!

   Let me see!

  Who has more people and whose knife is faster!

  …

   "These fireworks are really beautiful..."

  On a half-collapsed tall building.

   Fang Chang, holding a telescope in his hand, is standing in the rain and looking to the west at the moment, with a faint smile on his face.

  As for Lao Bai, who was standing not far from him, he was referring to the map, and kept in touch with the artillery team of the Goblin Corps through the VM and the headset equipped with camera equipment.

   "The impact point of the shell is corrected 500 meters to the northwest... Don't worry, it's all recorded, and it will be passed on to you when it goes offline."

   Just this afternoon, the New Alliance pushed its artillery units from Qingshi County to the mountain depression five kilometers north of Songlinyu, bringing the entire south to west urban areas of Xizhou City under the coverage of indirect firepower.

  The bombardment officially started at nine o'clock.

  The artillery group of the Goblin Corps, with the cooperation of the Burning Corps, carried out round after round of firepower attacks on the key outposts and fortifications built by the Ya clan in the Fourth New District.

   However, **** is a very boring thing.

  Especially the "Hummingbird" hasn't been deployed yet, let alone watching the explosion, you can't even hear the sound of a shell exploding.

  If you want to know the effect of the hit, you can either listen to the dictation of the frontline players on the radio, or you can only wait for the offline, and let the good brothers upload the video to the official website.

   "These predators are quite smart, they actually know how to turn off the lights." Seeing the extinguished fires in the distance, Ye Shi said in surprise.

  Old Bai replied briefly.

   "It's normal. The ultra-long-distance indirect firepower needs to be guided by the frontline troops, report the coordinates of the shelling and the impact of the shells, and constantly correct the shooting elements. They can guess that we are reporting coordinates nearby, but they don't know where we are."

   It's better to say.

   These people actually only reacted now.

  It seems that Dillon's failure has dealt a big blow to the prestige of those "consultants" in the tribe.

  Normally speaking, when the first shell fell, they should have realized the problem and put out all the open flames on the position.

   "Stop talking nonsense, it's time to work," Gu Feng, carrying a lot of wires and speakers on his back, patted Ye Shi on the shoulder, "Come and help me."

  …

  The camps are separated by tens of kilometers.

   The players standing near the 100mm artillery are studying the target of the next round of shelling.

  In the past few hours, they have fought more than a dozen rounds, pouring nearly two hundred 100mm grenades towards the Sixin District one after another.

  At the same time, in a tent not far from the artillery position, a prisoner of war wearing headphones was sitting in front of a recording device, nervously reading the manuscript in his hand.

   "...I am Wabu, the centurion under the account of Xiongya, from the Buguera Free State. I had a serious job, but I was fooled by greed and lured here."

"I repent for the crimes I committed in the past, and I hope that those who come from the Bugra Free State or other regions like me can wake up in time... There is no fertile soil flowing with milk and honey, only rivers of blood. Mountains of corpses."

"Wake up, how long have we been in Xizhou City? How many brothers have died in meaningless battles? Sleeping with rats, cutting flesh from corpses to eat... How long has it been since we had a decent lunch? How long are we going to be tricked by that fat pig sitting on a pile of bones?"

   Read here.

  The more Wabu thought about it, the more he felt really wronged.

  When he was in the Buguera Free State, he could drink twice in three days, but since he came to Xizhou City, let alone wine, he almost lost his life.

  Emotions welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help raising his volume.

   "...The looters of Xizhou City, the army of the new alliance has approached the city, and the sound of the artillery last night is the ultimatum!"

   "Your Chief of Staff Dillon has been killed, Xiong Ya and other commanders have surrendered. In the face of the planes and cannons of the New Alliance, you have no chance of winning. The outcome of this war has long been doomed, and surrender is your only way out!"

"The new alliance does not kill prisoners of war, but gives preferential treatment to prisoners who voluntarily surrender. As long as you take leaflets, whether you go to the local guerrillas or come to the south to directly find the patrol team of the new alliance, the alliance promises with credibility that we will guarantee your safety. .”

   "If someone is obsessed with—"

   "Then use death to pay for your sins!"

   finished reading the manuscript in hand.

   Wabu turned his head tremblingly, and looked at the azure blue power armor standing at the entrance of the tent.

   "Respect, my lord, I have finished reading the manuscript you gave me... May I ask if you have any other orders, your most loyal servant is willing to serve you."

  That face is full of flattery and flattery.

  However, Chu Guang ignored him. He just looked at the soldiers standing aside and said briefly.

   "Take it down and watch."

  The soldier looked serious and stood up to salute.

"yes!"

   After that, there was a tank commander, and Chu Guang also prepared a manuscript for him, mainly for the former officers of the legion.

   Once the news of Dillon's disastrous defeat in Songlinyu spreads, the status of those officers in the Bonechewing Tribe is bound to plummet.

  These people are also targets of instigation.

  Even if there is no instigating rebellion, you can give them some eye drops.

  After the H-1 flew over to airdrop the leaflets tomorrow, the Burning Corps deployed more than a dozen loudspeakers near the Fourth New District, taking advantage of the intervals of shelling to continuously broadcast the recording of persuasion.

   After Wabu was taken down, a man wrapped in bandages was brought in.

  His name is Baglo, and he is a tank commander. Surprisingly, this guy actually jumped out of the tank before it was blown up.

  Of course, what surprised Chu Guang even more was that this guy was not Dillon's subordinate, let alone the 210,000th team.

  It comes from the 140,000th team of the Legion Expeditionary Force-a corps built of armored units such as tanks and infantry fighting vehicles.

  Looking at the recording device, Baglo had already guessed what the man in power armor was going to do for him, so he said bluntly.

   "Do I need to play by myself, or read from a manuscript?"

  Chu Guang pointed to the table next to him with his chin.

   "The manuscript is right there, you can play it yourself first, and then read it according to the manuscript. But before that, I want to ask you one thing."

  Baglow, who was walking towards the recording equipment, stopped.

"What's up."

  Chu Guang looked at him with great interest.

   "Did you guys make an appointment?"

  (end of this chapter)