Chapter 442 Time to counterattack!

   "Boom!!"

  The capital of abundance.

   Outside the embankment.

  A loud, earth-shattering noise completely shattered the silence of the afternoon.

  Flying gravel and dust fell like raindrops, causing the soldiers of the Falcon Kingdom squatting in the trench to subconsciously lower their heads and block the lunch box in their arms.

"Oh shit-"

   "My ears...grass!"

   "What's that sound?"

   "Nuclear bomb..."

   This is a rumor that has been circulating in the military recently.

  Legion intends to use nuclear bombs to wipe the city of abundance off the map.

  Could it be...

   Already used?

   Clutching his stinging ears, a soldier struggled to stand up from the ground, found his helmet and put it on, stuck half his head out of the trench, and looked eagerly in the direction of the Fertile Capital.

However…

  The hopeless embankment still stands.

   A trace of despair flashed in the numb pupils.

  As if realizing something, he turned his stiff neck, trying to turn around.

   And the moment he looked behind him, the shrunken pupils suddenly lost their light, and the despair hidden deep in the window of his soul also scattered across his entire face at the same time.

cigarette.

fire.

   Floating heat waves.

  The whole world seems to be burning.

   Wriggling black smoke connects the sky and the ground, like a torrent slanting down from the Styx, no matter whether it is upward, left, or right, it cannot be seen.

  The center of the explosion was a deep pit with a width of 100 meters. One corner of the wide battlefield was directly wiped out, and the soil, gravel, and corpses lifted up...buried a series of winding trenches.

   Not a single wail there.

   Only deathly silence.

  He remembered that it was the position of the 7,000th team of the 10,000th team, and he even remembered that those boys just switched defenses with the 4,000th team of the 20,000th team that was disabled yesterday.

  His Adam's Apple moved slightly, and the sound of swallowing saliva was the only sound left in this silent world.

  At this time, the sky suddenly began to rain.

   Raindrops are red.

  He raised his trembling right hand and touched the tip of his nose with his index finger. The hot and sticky touch almost made his heart stop beating.

  The rain suddenly became heavy.

  From a drizzle to a pour, and hard and fast, more and more pieces of meat and bones fell from the air, slamming on his helmet like a hailstone.

   What is all this for?

  What is the significance of his existence here?

  Fear finally destroyed the soldier's defense line. Kneeling in the trench, he hugged the helmet with both hands and let out a heart-piercing cry.

  In the distance, there are deafening gunfire, continuous gunshots, and the shouting of killing along with the sound of tank tracks rolling...

  The anger and hatred of tens of thousands of people completely brought the remnant soldiers in the trenches back to reality from that silent world—

   "Kill—!"

  …

"boom-!"

  The thunderous cannon sound was like a trumpet blowing, shattering the surrounding clouds, pushing the Heart of Steel cruising under the clouds to shake slightly.

  A thick and long smoke column rises from the 400mm main gun, draws a parabola with perfect curvature, and attacks the ground along with the downward propeller aircraft.

  Looking at the pillar of fire rising from the ground, Commander Spring, who was standing by the railing on the deck of the Heart of Steel, couldn't help but click his tongue with emotion.

   "...This equivalent is probably not smaller than a tactical nuclear bomb."

   And environmental protection without radioactive dust.

   It’s just that the hole is a bit big, and it probably takes a lot of effort to fill it.

  Speaking of which, the last time I saw this thing firing was still on the ground, now that I changed the angle of view, it gave him a completely different feeling.

   Facing the suppression of the firepower of this "aviation battleship", the Falcon Kingdom's siege of the Fertile City's front line is disintegrating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  The air formation of the Goblin Corps cruised along the edge of the explosion shock wave, and the cannons of forty W-2 ground attack aircraft continued to fire and lick the ground, and this was already the second round of air strikes.

  I looked darkest at the spring standing beside me.

   "When shall we go?"

   "It's not time for us to go up yet."

   "Fuck, it's almost over!"

"The airship is the protagonist of this war. It is up to our allies to charge the battle. Our role is to appear in key positions at critical moments, such as carrying anti-tank weapons when the enemy's armored forces arrive suddenly. Reinforcement and so on... But it seems that there should be no need for this now." Commander Quanshui took out his binoculars and glanced at the ground.

  The enemy front is disintegrating faster than expected.

  It seems that the legion should have abandoned this position...

  A string of black dots appeared in the distant sky.

  The flying squadron of the Falcon Kingdom tried to save the battle. Thirty "Eagle" propeller planes entered the battlefield from the northwest.

  However, from the moment the flashing red dots appeared on the radar screen of the Heart of Steel, their fate was already doomed.

   "Master, the enemy aircraft has entered the firing range!"

  In the communication channel, Xiao Qi was full of energy.

   Standing in front of the French window of the bridge, Chu Guang looked at the clear sky in the distance, and announced their death in a voice without ups and downs.

   "Fire."

"receive!"

  As soon as the witty voice fell, the sky was lit up by the rain of fire in an instant, and the thick smoke and fire that exploded successively formed an impenetrable wall, and a dark cloud instantly appeared in the clear sky.

  Facing the overwhelming firepower, any evasive maneuvers are meaningless at this moment.

  If you can't break through the entire airspace within one breath, being sieved by countless shrapnel is the only ending.

  Finod, who was standing not far from the side, swallowed.

  The fact that the Heart of Iron is true made this guy understand.

  He even had the illusion that the airship was in the hands of the demon, and its combat power had directly increased by an order of magnitude.

Under the coordination of the shelter server and the shelter AI system, the performance of each anti-aircraft gun of the Iron Heart was squeezed to the limit, and even covered the explosive shrapnel that performed Brownian motion in a probabilistic sense, allowing the fire network With the same efficiency, the volume has been expanded by 1.5 times!

  Especially the idea of ​​changing the deck into an airstrip.

   He was so shocked that his jaw dropped to the ground.

  The Heart of Steel can indeed carry carrier-based aircraft, but it usually carries vertical take-off and landing aircraft.

   This kind of gameplay of throwing a propeller plane outside like a paper airplane is a bit beyond his imagination.

   Are they not worried about accidents at all?

   "The enemy air units have all been wiped out!"

  Xiao Qi's report came from the communication channel.

  Chu Guang nodded his head slightly, looked away from the smoky sky in the distance, and looked again at the city of abundance not far away.

On the battlefield covered with billowing thick smoke, the Scarab Squad led by Prince Winter was fighting out from the west gate of the river embankment. With the assistance of the Restoration Army of the Honey Badger Kingdom, they completely defeated the 10,000th Squadron of the Falcon Kingdom. The team's defense.

  In fact, before they broke out of the embankment, the defense line of the Falcon Kingdom was already on the verge of collapse.

  Thirty W-2 ground attack aircraft swooped down, strafed and bombed in turn, almost paralyzing the fixed firepower points on the position.

   And a total of four 400mm heavy high-explosive bombs and heavy incendiary bombs that fell from the sky directly crushed the psychological defense of the soldiers of the Falcon Kingdom.

  The soldiers who put down their weapons and raised their hands to surrender were far more than those who were killed on the spot by the artillery.

  Although the majority are stubbornly resisting, they still cannot change their doomed defeat.

  Nuclear bombs are not deployed at the nearest airfield here, and the Legion doesn't even approve them to invest in more aircraft.

   Even as early as last night, the alliance's reconnaissance plane discovered that at least three ten thousand troops and two artillery squadrons had withdrawn to the northwest.

  The people who stayed behind were all abandoned sons fed to the alliance by Griffin.

   This is the most realistic judgment when the northern supply line cannot be maintained, and Griffin's choice is more decisive.

  Give up on fortresses that cannot be conquered, shift strategies without hesitation when the situation is wrong, and never take the seemingly inconspicuous alliance lightly.

   This old fox is more cunning than he imagined.

  Considering that caution is paramount, Chu Guang did not order the airship to go deep behind the enemy to pursue the retreating enemy.

  The alliance will not design a weapon that the alliance cannot deal with. He has reason to believe that the legion also holds the card that can solve the heart of steel.

  At least according to Yin Fang, the chief researcher of the alliance, the technology of manipulating gravitons is not invulnerable, otherwise the era of prosperity would not have come to an abrupt end.

  When he has to give it a go, he will not hesitate to bet on all the chips, but when there is a safer choice, he will not hesitate to choose the latter.

  The Heart of Iron will not leave the front line and go deep behind the enemy. Chu Guang will personally lead the flagship and advance steadily along the front line.

  There is no suspense in the counterattack in the capital of abundance.

  In contrast, he is more worried about the situation in the south.

  If his initial strategic judgment is correct, then the Legion's nuclear bomb should already be deployed to the airfield in Lost Valley...

   Staring at the battlefield outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Vanus thought for a moment, then suddenly said.

"too fast."

  Chu Guang looked at him.

"quick?"

   "Hmm..." Vanus nodded, and said thoughtfully, "I don't even see any effective resistance."

  Chu Guang smiled faintly.

   "Isn't this bad?"

   "It's not bad, it just makes me feel a little strange..."

  Vanus pondered for a moment, then suddenly spoke.

"Where's Griffin's tank? We haven't seen a single tank since yesterday. The restoration army of the Honey Badger Kingdom rushed into the river bank almost without hindrance. If I were him, I would never let that The two armies successfully joined forces."

   A tank separated from infantry is a spear without a handle.

  The situation at the time could have sent several anti-tank teams to cooperate with the armored forces to intercept the Restoration Army of the Honey Badger Kingdom.

   It doesn't even need to wipe out those guys all.

  The Falcon Kingdom only needs to drag them under the river bank. Once the tank stops, no matter how hard it is, it will be an iron coffin.

   "Even if this is the Luoxia province far away from the west coast, even if they have so many tanks here, it's too strange..."

   Pausing for a few seconds, looking at Chu Guang who was lost in thought, Vanus continued to talk about his views.

   "It's impossible, all the tanks are in Camp No. 530, right?"

  …

  East of No. 4 oasis, in the desert three hundred kilometers away from the Twin-headed Peaks, dusk gradually shrouded the land.

   Tanks loomed in the yellow sand flying all over the sky, only a thick and long barrel and a turret covered with a desert-colored camouflage net were exposed.

  The front of the car body was reinforced with sandbags and completely buried by sand.

  These tanks are mainly Conqueror V light tanks and No. 10 heavy tanks.

  In order to make the battle line long enough, the distance between tanks and tanks is very wide, and the large gap in the middle is filled by the foxholes of lying infantry.

   On the northernmost side of the battle line, there is even a tank with a strange shape.

  It has no turret, the gun barrel is buried in the wedge-shaped body, and what is even more surprising is that its tracks are not embedded in the body, but connected to the outside of the body like tires.

  The officer in the navy blue military uniform exposed half of his body on the roof of the car, holding a telescope in his hand, and pointed his protruding nose straight at the east.

  His name is Stan, he is the commander of the tank under Griffin's command, and he is also the commander of the 1st Armored Motorcycle Team directly under the Falcon Kingdom.

  A few days ago, General Griffin personally explained the operation to him.

"...Our plan is not foolproof, and if they see through our plan, sending a motorized force to raid our airfield is their only option, and it is also their last hope. And what you have to do is to send their last That door is blocked!"

  Although all of this is based on the assumption that "the alliance has seen through their plan", and this possibility is very small.

   But by no means nothing.

   But Stan isn't worried.

  Fifty Conqueror No. 5 light tanks, forty Conqueror No. 10 and No. 11 heavy tanks, and the "Prowler" under him.

  With the addition of a thousand motorized infantry and a large number of anti-tank and anti-infantry equipment, a huge net has been opened on a front more than ten kilometers wide.

  Whether it's a thousand people.

   Still ten thousand people!

   Don't even think about crossing this city wall!

  At this time, the sound of scouts reporting the discovery of enemy vehicles came from the communication channel.

  Although the wind and sand here were covered with rust and the signal was intermittent, he still heard those key words clearly.

  The scout repeated several times before hanging up the phone.

  Stan put down the binoculars in his hand, supported the headset hanging on one side, and ordered in a ruthless voice.

   "Attention all ministries, the enemy unit is heading towards the G5 area from the south."

   "The battle begins!"

  The moment the voice fell, a deafening explosion suddenly came from a distance, and a column of smoke slowly rose from the horizon.

  Stan had a slightly astonished expression on his face.

  The direction of the smoke...

   seems to be his position?

   When he had already ambushed in advance, and the scouts had completed the search for the enemy in advance, he was even attacked by the opponent...

How can it be!

   Loud and chaotic sounds came from the earphones.

   "... here is the 7th team, the 'Hunter' and 'Obsidian' were destroyed! We encountered a group of enemy tanks and need reinforcements!"

"Grass-"

  A deafening cannon shot interrupted the voice of the tank commander. The gunner cursed and shouted, and the loader tried his best to stuff the shells into the barrel. From the tinkling sound and the bursting sound of the coaxial machine gun, it is not difficult to feel the anxiety and chaos of the battle.

  When he heard that the "Hunter" was destroyed, Stan finally frowned with a trace of dignity.

  'Hunter' and 'Obsidian' are the code names of the No. 3 and No. 4 vehicles of the 7th squadron respectively - a Conqueror No. 10 and No. 11 heavy tanks!

   Needless to say more about the former.

  The latter has an equivalent armor nearly 1.5 meters thick!

   There are not only gap interlayers and anti-armor-piercing linings, but also sandbags as bunkers.

   Such a "mobile fortress", how can it not be penetrated by one shot? !

  No matter what happens to Team 7, now is not the time to hesitate.

  Stan had no time to be surprised, let alone say any more nonsense, half of his body immediately retracted into the body of the "Prowler" tank.

  With a piercing electric sound, the surface of the gray-black tank seemed to be coated with a transparent film, and the shadow under the barrel was even covered with a faint layer of frost!

  Communications are completely interrupted.

  Before the state of silence, he handed over the command to the captain of the 1st Armored Motorcycle Team directly under the Falcon Kingdom.

   And what you get at this price is almost invincible armor!

  Those natives would never have imagined that the legion still holds this hole card in their hands!

  Stan's mouth curled up in a cold arc.

  Holding the control handle for manipulating the cannon with both hands, he calmly turned on the switches of the rangefinder and optical zoom sight, while looking at the driver sitting in front of him and giving orders.

   "Target G5 Area—"

"go ahead!"

   Hunting—

here we go!

  …

  In the endless sea of ​​sand, an encounter battle broke out between the Skeleton Corps of the Alliance and the Armored Thousands of the Falcon Kingdom.

  35 No. 2 tanks and 500 armored grenadiers, against nearly a hundred conqueror tanks and nearly a thousand light infantry relying on fortifications.

  Although the sense of crisis premonition of players in the perception department and the "thermal vision" of the rich man helped the skeleton army discover this ambush in advance, and was able to deploy personnel and equipment in an emergency before the encounter broke out, avoiding being caught off guard.

  But it still can't change the quantitative gap between the two sides.

   Both sides are the elite of their respective factions, and each has cards they don't understand.

   This is destined to be a tough battle!

  The collision of iron and blood here has just begun, and the fight 200 kilometers away has entered a fever pitch.

  The defenders stationed at the Petra Fortress almost came out in full force. Nearly 20,000 high-moralized soldiers gathered under the command of the Lord Sion, and followed the guidance of faith to fight towards the Lost Valley.

  All vehicles in the Petra Fortress were conscripted temporarily. Whether it was motorcycles, trucks, ox carts, or horse-drawn carts, they were all used to transport troops and supplies and tow artillery. The mighty dust was like a rolling sandstorm.

   General McClenn was obviously not blind, and soon noticed the movement in the west, so he immediately dispatched his subordinates to form a formation along the wreckage of Route 7.

  A fierce exchange of fire broke out between the two sides in an area 50 kilometers away from the airport.

   The firefight quickly turned into a **** melee as neither side was prepared for the war.

  The battle line that stretches for more than ten kilometers is full of gunshots and cannons.

  The two sides can only rely on the general direction to barely distinguish between the enemy and the enemy in the gradually falling dusk, and then fire in the direction where the gun flames flicker.

  As for the advance and retreat of each unit or the on-the-spot defense, you need to rely on small notes occasionally sent by the orderly.

  The setting sun elongated the shadow of the valley, and the whole desert was covered with a layer of blood.

   Just when the battle was heating up, a cuirassier team of about a thousand people, led by the captain of the personal guard of the Lord of Thain, circled along the Zhabal Mountains to the south of the Lost Valley.

   Most of the troops of the Legion and the Falcon Kingdom were pinned down on the east and north sides.

  This is the weak link of the defense line, with only a few machine gun positions and sentry towers standing.

   They will act as a dagger, stabbing through the softest underbelly of the beast and emerging from its back, using explosives and grenades on horseback to destroy the aircraft parked at the airfield north of the camp, or at least the runway...

   And arriving with them, there is also a group of White Bear Knights driving an armed truck.

   "We'll separate here."

  The captain of the personal guard reined in the reins, rode to the front of the truck, looked at the three people and the bear on the truck and continued.

   "We will try to destroy those two planes as much as possible, and I will leave it to you to stop the ritual of calling out evil spirits!"

  Sesame paste sitting in the passenger seat nodded seriously.

   "Leave it to us... Be careful on the road."

"I will."

  The captain of the personal guard grinned, raised his right fist and slammed the breastplate made of steel plate, then pulled the reins to turn the black horse, and grabbed the carbine hanging on the horse's back.

   No rhetoric.

   There is no loud slogan either.

  He just kicked the horse in the belly, and rode to the front of the team. Seeing this, more than a thousand cavalrymen behind him followed him tacitly.

Then-

   began to charge.

  The sound of horseshoes was like thunder rolling on the flat ground, setting off endless dust on the Gobi Desert, and rushing towards the army's garrison without hesitation.

   "I didn't expect to see cavalry charge in the 24th century..."

  Rocky's face was full of surprise, and he stared in the direction of the north intently.

"oh…"

   Holding the tail of the machine gun, he also looked north, and couldn't help muttering in surprise.

  “…I hope you can come back alive.”

  Those people made her feel alive.

   "It's time for us to act too."

  Sisi glanced at the rearview mirror, then at the co-pilot next to him.

   After getting a pair of firm eyes in response, she restarted the truck and headed towards the south side of Lost Valley.

  The Petra cavalry targets the defense line on the south side of Lost Valley and the airport on the north side.

  The odds of them being able to pierce through this line of defense are only 50%, and this is still the most optimistic situation.

  As for them, the goal is the Lost Valley.

  Sisi also didn't expect that they could receive the manager's task through the official website outside the range of communication.

  However, the destination of the mission coincided with the goal of their trip, and it was within the ruins of the "river embankment".

  According to the various clues collected, the Legion was looking for something there.

  No matter what that thing is, they must not let them find it.

   It's kind of weird to say.

  The news about the No. 4 oasis and the Lost Valley on the official website is basically updated by her alone. It stands to reason that apart from the players, the NPCs of the alliance will not know what happened here.

   Can NPC also access the Internet?

  If this is the case, then this game is too "real"...

  …

   On the north side of Lost Valley, the legion garrison, inside the tent of the command post.

  General McCllen was standing in front of a strategic map and a radio station, directing the deployment and deployment of frontline troops.

  The soldiers of the Hump Kingdom are no match for the Falcon Kingdom at all. The two sides are not on the same level in terms of military theory or organization.

  The only advantage of the former is probably the one of piety, and this advantage is often difficult to play a role in the frontal battlefield.

  The Petra Fortress, which has only close to 20,000 people, cannot be his opponent.

  Although everything is still under his control, he still feels unsteady when his feet are on the ground.

  Unfortunately, it will take a little time to get the airship back.

  Thinking of this, McClenn couldn't help but start cursing in his heart.

   He didn't realize until now that he seemed to have been shot by that skunk.

  He obviously came here to find that Titan's shield core!

  As long as you secretly remove the core, and then change it into a weapon and shoot it at the Heart of Steel, it will make that thing fall from the sky.

   As a result, that guy Griffin suddenly gave him an order, insisting that he build some airport.

  Although he is very happy to be able to drop a nuclear bomb on the alliance's head, it is another matter to become a front line because of this.

it's good now.

  The Alliance has seen through that skunk's crappy plans, and has somehow convinced the Hump Kingdom, which is sitting on the wall.

   Now there are only one or two teams of 10,000 people, and it is not difficult to deal with them.

   But what about after that?

  Since the nuclear strike plan has been seen through, the alliance must have sent troops to advance here, and the nuclear bomb dropped on Qingquan City will not be able to annihilate those troops together.

   Not only that, at present only the defenders of the Petra Fortress are sending troops, and there are nearly 100,000 standing troops stationed in the No. 4 oasis next door!

   No matter how elite the Falcon Kingdom troops trained by the legion are, they are not superhuman.

   At that time, he may have to escape by plane again...

   "It's time." The pilot in the command post glanced at his watch again.

   In fact, there is still a while before the planned time, but staying here always makes him feel a strong sense of uneasiness.

  McLen waved his hand.

   "Come on...go and come back."

  The pilot nodded, picked up the helmet on the table, and walked out of the tent.

  The **** wingman has already taken off under his order. After confirming that the nearby airspace is safe, the H-55 "Hurricane" carrying a nuclear warhead will also take off.

   At the same time that the pilot left the command post, an officer trotted in, gave a military salute beside General McCollen, and reported loudly.

   "Report! A cavalry unit appears to our south!"

   Staring at the strategic map on the table, McClen ordered calmly.

   "Move the 5 wheeled reconnaissance vehicles in the camp, and inform Wester, let him take the motorcycle centurion in the camp to rush to the south side immediately for support! Be sure to prevent them from approaching the runway of the airport!"

"yes!"

  The officer gave a military salute and trotted out immediately.

  Watching the figure disappearing at the door, McLennan felt a little more relaxed.

  He has kept this troop from sending to the front line, just to guard against the sneak attacks of the natives.

  Those barbarians really came!

   Cavalry?

  Macron sneered.

  He will let those people know what a stupid decision it is to go against the Legion.

  However, at this moment, the air defense alarm suddenly sounded outside the camp.

  Maclun was slightly stunned, and once suspected that he had heard it wrong.

   Besides here, is there any other airport nearby?

  At this time, an officer lifted the curtain of the tent and walked in quickly from the outside.

  Macron read the seriousness of the situation from that panicked face.

   Before he could ask, the officer reported quickly.

   "A plane is approaching us—"

   "Is it the alliance or the enterprise?" McLenne grabbed his collar and asked hastily, "Where is our plane? Has it taken off?"

  A series of questions made the officer's scalp tingle.

  Looking at the nose that was almost poking into his eyes, he shook his head nervously.

"I have no idea."

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   (Thanks to the leader of "Canglan Destiny" for the reward!! The rhythm of one volume per month, this volume is almost finished, I seem to have forgotten to divide the volume again...)

  (end of this chapter)