Chapter 429 Never fought such a rich battle!

  A flame rose from the darkness.

  When they saw thick smoke billowing from the direction of the military base, the soldiers of the Restoration Army who were prostrate in the trenches opened their eyes wide in surprise.

   Includes Yad.

  Including his subordinate Clough.

   Also included those centurions struggling in despair.

  The reconnaissance vehicle in the distance began to retreat, turned around and headed back towards the military base.

  The four trucks driving towards them stayed where they were.

  The infantry who had dismounted could not move forward or retreat, so they could only dig out simple foxholes on the spot, lie down in the foxholes, and start a firefight with the soldiers of the Restoration Army relying on the trenches.

  Facts have proved that these evil spirits with raised nose bridges are not invincible.

  After losing the fire support from the rear, they quickly fell into a bitter battle and suffered continuous casualties in the face of soldiers of the Restoration Army several times their own.

  Looking at the smoke column rising from the north, Yad's face was full of surprise, which soon turned into ecstasy.

  He tore off the scarf, tied it on his injured arm, and shouted excitedly at the soldiers behind him.

   "It's reinforcements!"

   "Our reinforcements are ahead!"

   "I said, they won't break their word!"

   True North direction.

The military base of the   legion is full of thick smoke.

  Especially the artillery position, because of the intensive care, the people who were blown up by the firepower from the sky were thrown into a mess!

   Piman, who was hiding in the anti-gun bunker, shouted desperately to the communication channel, but there was no response except for the sound of electric current.

   It's not just the air command 100 kilometers away who can't communicate.

  Even the centurion outside the military base could not be contacted, and the communications of the other combat units were intermittent, and all the reports were without exception that they had suffered serious injuries and requested reinforcements.

   Piman's face turned pale slightly, he hung up the phone, and sat down on the chair limply.

  Antoni looked at him with a livid face, nervous sweat oozing from his forehead.

   "What the **** is that?"

   "It's metallic hydrogen...not just metallic hydrogen, but also EMP," Piman opened and closed his trembling lips, with a trace of panic written on his face, "Our communication has been cut off."

  Hearing this sentence, Antonyt's eyes widened.

   "EMP??? Metal Hydrogen?! How could the Guerrilla have something like that!?"

  Piman swallowed, and said with difficulty, "That's not some kind of guerrilla group... It's probably an enterprise plane."

  The moment he heard the word "enterprise", Anthony held his breath involuntarily, and a trace of panic began to be written in his eyes.

  At the combat meeting half a month ago, he heard General Griffin say it.

  Legion's eastward strategy has attracted the attention of the east coast, including their occupation of the Pioneer, which obviously cannot be hidden from those people.

   If they can't end this war any time soon, corporations are likely to get involved.

   And then.

  This war will evolve into a head-on confrontation between the Legion and the Enterprise, and the ancient contract will be torn to pieces.

  For a century…

   Nothing like this has ever happened.

   At the same time, just above the heads of Piman and Antonite, a drone with a bulb-shaped nose was circling high in the sky.

  Its name is Seagull, it comes from the far east coast, the unit price is 1.5 million Cr, it can carry 8 guided missiles, and a 20mm aviation cannon with 600 rounds of ammunition.

  The communication equipment of the ground military base has been completely paralyzed by an EMP missile, and the command system of the legion has been severely damaged.

  Although they had rehearsed the situation where the communication equipment could not be used, they obviously did not expect that they would encounter an EMP attack. The sudden attack caused chaos in the camp.

  The tank soldiers quickly rushed to the garage, intending to drive out the tanks and anti-aircraft vehicles inside.

   But before they approached the garage, another missile fell from the sky.

  The air-exploded white phosphorus bombs were like fireworks blooming towards the ground, and the flickering smoke columns rained down from the air, quickly turning the entire barracks near the garage into a purgatory on earth.

  A soldier raised his hand subconsciously, trying to block the dazzling white light, but his arm was accidentally rubbed by flying sparks.

  Like a match dropped into an oil barrel, the weak flame instantly turned into a raging fire, and it expanded several times in just a few breaths, turning him into a fireman.

  He threw himself on the ground, tried to take off his clothes, and rolled over in pain, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn't get rid of the shining flame... At this moment, any experience and skills were useless, and he could only wait for death in torment.

   There were screams one after another, and the inextinguishable flames burned on the bodies of dozens of tank crews.

  Beside the garage lay scorched corpses crookedly on the ground, and soon even the screams could not be heard.

  Looking down at the ground through the perspective of the drone, Lian Dayan couldn't help but smashed his tongue.

   "Oh my god...it's so miserable."

  The missile just now killed at least 50 of them.

  Unless the special ability is awakened, I am afraid that even the awakened will have a hard time surviving this hell.

   Really couldn't bear to watch them suffer, Big Debt Eyes sighed in his heart, and added another one.

  White flames bloomed, and this time it was the northeast corner of the military base that turned into a sea of ​​flames.

  The machine gun positions covered with camouflage nets turned into a sea of ​​flames. Several machine gunners escaped from the sea of ​​flames, but were quickly torn to pieces by the machine guns falling from the sky.

  In the perspective of thermal imaging, the moving heads of people are like light bulbs, and there is nowhere to escape from the top-down firepower.

   At the same time, the death corps, which charged forward with three rounds, finally arrived at a new battle position.

  The support team set up mortars, and under the guidance of the "Seagull" drone, launched fire suppression on the area near the garage of the military base, preventing the members of the legion's vehicles from boarding the tank.

   On the other side, the forward team A stepped on three rounds and rushed towards the northeast corner of the military base under the cover of the "Seagull" drone.

  No battery or engine needed.

  The power animals wearing the "Pioneer" exoskeleton are born with humanoid motors, and each of the three-wheeled men is almost smoking from the tires.

   "Brothers follow me!" Looking at the burning white light in front of him, he paddled on the edge of the water and roared excitedly, then slapped the construction guy on the shoulder, "Quick! Faster!"

  The construction site boy and Brick couldn't help complaining.

   "I'm going to step on my shoes! Damn, can't we just use the whole motorcycle?"

  Even three jumps will do!

  Hearing the complaints of his good brother, he was paddling on the edge of excitement and laughed heartily.

   "It takes up too much space! It's better to bring more ammunition with that thing. The manager asked me, but I just refused!"

   Construction site boy and brick: "#@%$!"

   Heaving a sigh of relief, the construction site guy with the highest attributes rushed to the front.

   Team A, led by edge paddling, was like a sharp spearhead, taking the lead in breaking through the outermost defensive line in the northeast corner of the legion.

"Roar-!"

   A dull roar came.

  Beside the sandbag bunker, a gray-black mutant stuck out of the bunker with a stick as tall as a person.

  His eyes were blood-red, with a thick steel plate hanging on his chest, like a batter playing baseball, striding towards the Death Army on a meteor.

  However, before reaching a distance of ten meters, a 37mm armor-piercing incendiary bomb hit his chest, and the burst of sparks shot him straight through.

   That is the alliance's heavy cavalry gun!

  A modified anti-materiel rifle with the barrel of the anti-aircraft gun and shells of the same caliber!

  The huge recoil force almost knocked the player who shot the shot off the tricycle. Fortunately, the strength of riding the bicycle was strong enough to offset the recoil force of the anti-material weapon with his kicking legs.

   "Haha, it's a beautiful shot!" The edge paddling couldn't help shouting, but soon he calmed down his excitement and pulled himself together.

  Although the outermost lines of defense have clashed, the real battle has just begun!

  The soldiers who are still alive in the military base are veterans who have experienced many battles.

  They are already squatting behind the bunker, ready to launch a counterattack at any time!

   Not to mention those mutants!

  These monsters with unreasonable physical functions are almost like humanoid tanks.

   The centurion composed of mutant mercenaries couldn't wait. When they saw those people rushing into the camp, they screamed and rushed in the direction of the Death Corps.

   "Rip them apart!"

   "Screw their heads off!"

"Roar-!"

   Those pairs of pupils were shining with desire for flesh and blood.

These beast-like monsters don't only know how to use primitive weapons, they can also shoot guns, use throwing objects, and some gadgets made by themselves, but the accuracy is slightly worse, but it is still given to the pioneer A The team caused quite a bit of trouble.

Fortunately, at this time, Team C, who was in charge of covering, finally went around to the sand dune **** on the north side, set up heavy machine guns and 37mm heavy cavalry guns, and pointed the dark barrels and barrels at the mutant mercenaries them.

   "Fire!"

  The drum shampoo machine lying on the sand dune roared and launched the first attack.

  Receiving the captain's order to fire, everyone also pulled the trigger one after another, and tongues of flame spewed out from the muzzle of the gun.

  The thick and long tracer tore the curtain of the night, floating like catkins blown down by the wind.

  The mutant mercenaries who rushed out of the bunker and planned to start a hand-to-hand fight with the Death Corps were instantly killed and wounded. Together with their armor, they were beaten to pieces, blood and brains were all over the ground.

  Although their wounds can heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, it doesn't mean that their heads can still grow back after being blasted to pieces.

Under the command of the drum washing machine, Team C, operating the erected weapons, poured bullets crazily towards the military base in flames, covering Team A, which broke through the line of defense first, and the two Centuries who arrived later, and continued to march towards the military base. Advance in the base.

   "Everyone! Get off!"

   With a roar, he paddled on the edge of the water, took the lead and jumped off the tricycle, and greeted the leading players to form a formation, covering each other, and stepping forward on the sticky blood.

   Meanwhile, above the night sky.

   Just after Team C successfully completed the handover of firepower, the "Seagull" UAV in the air had also run out of ammunition, and began to leave the battlefield in order to save power.

   Next is the home ground of the ground troops!

  Five "Cerberus" unmanned vehicles, as strong as calves, followed Team A's footsteps and crossed the sandbag wall.

Although the size and load of this guy are not as good as the "A-1 ground weapon platform" that the wind pumped, but the huge ammunition stock of 1000 rounds of 12mm machine gun ammunition and 24 pieces of 60mm air-burst grenades still allows it to play an impressive role. Firepower than armored vehicles.

  Under the control of intelligence-based players, these five "Cerberus dogs" are like wolves rushing into a flock of sheep.

The triangular-shaped gun barrel rotates like a windmill, spewing out ferocious firepower, and the rain of bullets pouring down like a waterfall weaves an airtight net inside the camp, covering the infantry squad following behind. move forward.

   Not only that, the Y-2 "Butterfly Knife" four-rotor drone produced by the Alliance is also cooperating with the infantry to attack forward.

Compared with the "Switch Knife" with a protruding face tied with explosives, the "Butterfly Knife" with improved power system and control system has a stronger continuous support capability. In addition to the adjustable camera hanging under the fuselage, There is also a 5mm small-caliber coaxial rifle without a case.

  The UAV can cooperate with the frontline troops to launch a pincer attack towards a fixed bunker in the context of performing close-range observation tasks, and can also form a UAV swarm to attack the enemy's front from multiple angles like locusts.

  It is very versatile.

   Facing the death corps dragged into the military base, the legionnaires tried to organize resistance, but the short-range firepower erupted by the opponent was too brutal!

  Especially the drone’s saturated firepower strikes on targets near the garage, causing almost all crew members to be wiped out, and more than 50 tanks broke down in the garage before even starting their engines.

   Coupled with a pre-emptive strike from an EMP weapon, the communications were disrupted.

Not to mention that the headquarters doesn't know what's going on with them now, even the commander-in-chief Piman himself doesn't know how many people are still alive under his command, where the centurions and decaths are, and what opponents they are exchanging fire with. .

   Not only Piman did not expect it, but also the centurions and centurions fighting on the front line were all dizzy by this sudden shock.

No way, the previous few gas tank bombs were too confusing, making them mistakenly think that it was just a few guerrillas who attacked, so they only sent a "Weasel" reconnaissance vehicle and four troop carriers out, as if to conquer Heavy equipment such as tanks did not start at all.

  Facing the death corps armed to the teeth with firepower, the various divisions of the chaotic legion could not even organize a full-staffed centurion. They could only fight in groups of ten or even smaller around a limited bunker.

   Their ammo and morale won't last long, especially after seeing the four-legged "Cerberus" and the "Switchblade" roaring overhead...

  The fragile line of defense retreated again and again, and finally fell into a mess...

  A legionary soldier was carrying a bazooka and had just aimed at a Cerberus. Before he could pull the trigger, an air-explosive bomb hit his face and shattered half of his head.

  He took the lead and paddled on the edge of the front, holding the LD-47 rifle and shooting, smashing the legionnaires who were about to pick up the rocket launcher into a sieve.

   The two agility players quickly circled to the side, and with a few bangs, they quickly cleared out the other riflemen behind the cover.

  A fire was burning in the distance.

   Paddle on the edge of the water and feel that the resistance of the thousand-man team stationed here is already at the end of its strength.

   Pointing his index finger on the communicator, he ordered loudly.

   "Team B captures the garage! Prevent enemy crews from entering the tank!"

   "Teams D and F continue to attack and occupy the southern position! We still have a full-scale centurion to the south. After occupying the machine gun fortress, we will immediately support our friendly forces!"

   "Squad A followed me to attack the command post! Capture the enemy officers!"

   "Action!"

  The location of the command post has been marked on the map.

   These are all the intelligence that the brothers in the field traded for their butts, so you can't live up to it!

  Drawing on the edge led his brothers to the command post of the military base.

  The simple command post has been completely empty, apparently moved to a nearby anti-gun bunker.

  A ten-man team stood behind the low wall at the entrance of the artillery bunker, trying to rely on the bunker for the final struggle.

   However, the players in charge of the attack did not give them a chance to see people at all, and there was no nonsense at all, and they directly recruited a "Cerberus".

An air-explosive grenade hit the back of the bunker, and there was only a bang, and then the three-edged gun barrel whimpered twice. The ten-man team squatting at the entrance of the anti-gun bunker was instantly crushed into pieces by the fierce firepower. A puddle of meat paste.

  Under the cover of supporting firepower, Edge Paddle personally led a ten-man team close to the target.

  A shock bomb was thrown into the anti-gun bunker, and with a burst of white light flashing, he held out the LD-47 rifle with a bayonet, and led a few players around him to rush in first.

   "Don't move!"

   "Surrender now!"

   "Hand in the gun and don't kill!"

   It’s still the old third line, the construction guy next to the edge of the water is yelling loudly.

  One of the guards obviously didn't believe in evil, and raised his gun to fight back before opening his eyes.

  However, before he could aim, Chuchu's shuttle swept towards his chest.

  The man let out a muffled grunt, and before he could even scream in pain, he fell to the ground like a broken rag.

  Antonite pulled out his pistol and was about to commit suicide, but before he could open the safety, he was hit on the wrist by an engineer shovel, and let go with a cry of pain.

"Oh shit-"

  He took a step forward by paddling on the edge, kicked away the gun in his hand, grabbed his arm with one hand, twisted it backhand, and pressed his head on the table next to him.

  Struggling desperately, Antoni was about to curse, but before two syllables came out of his mouth, a sapper shovel was like an axe, and "Duang" was cut on his neck.

  The cold touch and the sharp edge that was so close at hand made Antonyette's heart chill.

  He was pressed on the table, his chest was heaving violently, and he finally summoned up the courage to kill himself, but was slapped back by the pitch-black shovel.

  Sometimes courage needs a little blood.

He is not afraid of death, and he is ready to sacrifice for the marshal. However, these people obviously will not allow him to die simply, and will definitely use this shovel to torture him bit by bit, until all the information in his head is tortured come out…

  Thinking of this, Antony couldn't help but tremble, and his pants got wet inadvertently.

  Thinking that this guy was going to resist, he glared at him while paddling, and gripped harder.

"be honest!"

  The commander-in-chief Piman who stood aside did not move from the beginning to the end, but looked at the black crowd and the guns in their hands with a livid face, feeling hopeless in his heart.

   "Pioneer I" exoskeleton.

  He recognized the equipment.

   There is no doubt that these are people from the enterprise!

   "Cuff these people!"

   Paddle on the edge of the water, look at the teammate behind him and order, the construction site boy and Zhuan took out the handcuffs without saying a word, and walked towards the commander.

   Facing the soldiers approaching him, Piman did not resist, and stretched out his hands calmly.

"I surrender."

   No shame in losing to the East Coast guys.

  These people's equipment is so strong that they almost use tactical nuclear bombs.

   And these people have moral cleanliness, and being held captive by them is usually not bad treatment...

  At the same time, the fighting in the south has also ended.

  Cleared out the legionnaires next to the machine gun positions and sentry towers, Team D quickly occupied the fixed weapons and unleashed firepower towards the four trucks in the distance.

  Facing the firepower that erupted at the same time, the centurion of the legion, which was sandwiched between the National Restoration Army and the players, quickly lost more than half of their casualties and lost their ability to fight.

   Seizing the opportunity, Yade immediately ordered to rush forward with a centurion, 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 the infantry was also blew up by the players' RPG engine, broke down on the road, and the turret shot a white flag to surrender.

   So far, this military operation spanning thousands of miles can basically declare victory. The military base is in a mess, only sporadic gunshots and weak flames remain.

  The Death Corps killed a total of 652 legionnaires, 121 mutant mercenaries, and captured more than 470 combatants and non-combatants during the battle.

   As for the battle damage, only 31 people died this time.

   Moreover, this figure also includes serious injuries and disabilities, players who actively let teammates "deny" themselves.

  After hearing the results and losses reported by the teams, the edge paddling was full of emotion.

   Is this the power of silver coins?

  As long as the equipment is in place, it is difficult to die!

  The rifle was raised above his head to indicate the identity of the ally. Yade walked towards the direction of the military base and saw the edge paddling where the prisoners were coming out of the command post.

  He stretched out his callused right hand, and shook the young man in front of him tightly.

   "Thank you for your support!"

"You're welcome, we are allies on the same front," shook his hand, then continued to paddle on the edge of the water after letting go, "But I still have to say, you guys are an hour ahead of the original plan, and we Almost missed it."

  Thanks to the legion's underestimation of the enemy, they didn't drive out the tanks, otherwise tonight would be a tough battle.

  Yard was slightly stunned, and said immediately.

   "Impossible, the news we received was that an attack was launched at the hour of the morning, and the messenger sent by Prince Winter specifically reminded us to adjust our watches to the time zone used by the alliance..."

   As he spoke, he took out a crumpled map from his pocket and handed it to the edge for paddling.

   On the map, there are several brief pieces of information marked with pencils, including the time and steps of the action.

  The expression on the edge of the water was a little weird. After taking a photo, he returned the map to him.

   "...Maybe it's a misunderstanding."

  From his standpoint, it's not easy to say sow discord, but it really cannot be ruled out that there may be people in the Lion Kingdom who want them to die here.

  Yard obviously thought of this too, but he didn't show his anger on his face, he just nodded calmly.

   "Well, let's take it as a misunderstanding."

  In any case, now is not the time for internal strife, even if there are conflicts, they should wait until after the war is over.

   What's more, this has nothing to do with the alliance supporting them, it is entirely an internal issue of the Lion Kingdom.

   "Let's talk about something happy. We have obtained the information we need, including witnesses and physical evidence... In short, it is something that can block our enemies."

   While speaking, he glanced at the boxes moved out of the command post next to him, as well as several officers escorted out of the anti-gun bunker by the players.

  The alliance has sent a team of missions, waiting to be handed over to them in the area bordering the northern part of Sunset Province and River Valley Province.

   After the handover is completed, these officers and the arms purchase order will be sent to the Great Rift Valley, after which the Bugra Free State should usher in a wave of purges.

   This is the most optimistic case.

  Even if the situation is not so optimistic, the alliance may still get favors and even friendships from the north.

  In other words, the Great Rift Valley can be regarded as one of the "fallen empires" in the background board, and the ancestors used to be the headquarters of the post-war reconstruction committee, but the sense of existence is not as strong as that of enterprises, legions, and colleges.

  Paddle on the edge is actually quite curious, what does the map there look like.

   I don’t know if Ah Guang has made it.

  Yard glanced at the dejected Piman and Antonite next to him. Although he didn't recognize these two faces, their military ranks were at least commanders.

   "...what about the other captives?"

   "Leave it to you, including the loot in this military base. I hope you can take as much as possible, and destroy what you can't take, especially the Conqueror tank."

   Speaking of this, he glanced at the light blue text on the VM when he swiped on the edge of the water, and continued.

"By the way, according to the information we received just now, Griffin, the commander-in-chief of the Legion in Luoxia Province, seems to be planning to launch a new round of offensive from the north to cooperate with the western front forces to encircle the capital of the Lion Kingdom. "

  Yard's expression gradually became serious.

   "I will notify Prince Winter, Marshal of the Lion Kingdom."

  Drawing on the edge of the water nodded.

   "Well, if you guys have a faster way to spread the news, you better tell him as soon as possible."

  The battle has entered the stage of cleaning the battlefield.

  Although the task required to leave the equipment here to the local armed forces, the edge paddling still couldn't stand the instigation of the good brothers, and couldn't help but glanced at their trophies.

   It doesn't matter if you look at it, the players couldn't move their eyes away.

   Staring obsessively at the tanks in the garage, the boy on the construction site and Brick said with a dreamy expression on his face.

   "You said that if we drive these tanks away by ourselves, wouldn't we be able to directly form an armored formation!"

  This is fifty cars!

   There are heavy tanks, anti-aircraft vehicles, and self-propelled artillery, which is enough for a reinforced battalion!

   Lian glanced at him with big eyes.

   "Can you drive?"

  The boy on the construction site and Brick spoke unceremoniously.

   "No! But you can learn it! And those NPCs will open?"

  Hearing the bickering between the two, he paddled on the edge of the water and smiled.

"Since the kings of the desert have reserves of dinars, they obviously imported the equipment of the legion, no matter what channel they imported from. Since Yade took over the arms, they obviously have a way to use these guys... As for how Use it, let’s leave it alone, it’s time to hit the road.”

   Patted his good brother on the shoulder, he turned and walked towards the north of the camp.

   All three rounds of the Death Corps stop there.

  They still had to ride those three rounds to continue northward, cross the desert, and complete the handover of captives and evidence with the Union mission waiting at the provincial border.

the other side.

  Beside the arsenal of the military base, the soldiers of the National Restoration Army are working hard to load ammunition, fuel and weapons onto trucks, ready to be transported from here.

  Those soldiers with driving experience got into the tank and were familiar with the operation.

  Standing beside Yade, the commander of the Restoration Army, Clough, asked in a low voice.

   "Shall we tell Prince Winter that news?"

  Yard was silent for a while, and finally nodded.

"certainly."

   Everything is focused on the overall situation.

  The Kingdom of Lions has kindness to them after all, and this kindness cannot be denied just because of the existence of some villains.

   Clough nodded and heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that His Highness was not overwhelmed by anger.

   Then, Clough looked at the group of prisoners squatting on the ground not far away.

   "What about the captives?"

  The alliance did not ask them to keep these people alive, but gave them the right to deal with them.

  Yard glanced at the captives holding their heads in their hands, and there was no wave in his heart.

  Killing them is a vent, but otherwise pointless.

and…

   May cause suffering to the people in the occupied area.

  After thinking about it for a while, he made a decision.

   "Keep it."

   "We need to exchange these people for our fellow citizens."

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(Shouldn't wear headphones to sleep... My ears have been buzzing all morning, and I will have lunch later and go to the hospital to sign in. Everyone is a warning T.T. Brothers remember if there are typos. Yes, change it immediately when you see it!)

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