Chapter 466 is not what it used to be

   One thing Daniel guessed right.

  His higher command is indeed in trouble.

   And the troubles encountered are not small.

  At the same time that the Skeleton Corps was attacking his position, five "Cloudfly" orthopters had passed through the left flank of their line of defense, and continued to penetrate in the depth direction.

  Because of the low-altitude flight almost close to the ground, the G40-1 position under the artillery fire did not notice the five flappers at all, and the rear radar was unprepared.

  While the five orthopters were exposed to the radar, the remote-controlled missiles they launched had landed precisely on the air defense position deployed by the Legion on the hilly ridge as planned.

  The flames and air waves of the explosion instantly engulfed the anti-aircraft guns and sandbags, and the anti-aircraft artillery squatting on the ground suffered countless casualties in a short time.

  All the way from the front line to the command post, there are twisted steel and burning positions along the way, looking down from the air like dots of bonfires.

At the same time when the air defense system of the No. 40 defense area was paralyzed, twenty H-1 "Dragonfly" transport planes also arrived over the battlefield as scheduled, carrying five hundred elites of the Burning Corps and directly crossed the defense line stationed by the 40,000th squadron, heading towards the battlefield. The command post of the human team broke through.

  Fifty W-2 "Mosquito" attack aircraft took off from the Heart of Steel one after another, and joined the "Dragonfly" transport aircraft arriving behind to provide air support for the airborne troops while performing **** missions.

  Everything went as planned.

   At the same time, the faces of the earth shrouded in the shadow of the aircraft were full of panic and bewilderment.

  A centurion looked up at the sky and said in a trembling voice.

   "Planes! Alliance planes!"

   Standing not far from him, the quartermaster in charge of logistics swallowed, with a slight tremor in his voice.

   "Damn... how come there are so many!"

  At this time, the air raid siren finally sounded belatedly, and everyone hurriedly picked up their weapons and dispersed outside the camp, causing the entire camp to become a mess.

   "Where's our plane?!"

"have no idea…"

   "Damn it!"

"In the end what happened?!"

   Until the day before yesterday.

  The pangolin’s heroic achievements were still being reported on the radio, and the Triumph newspaper was still showing off the loot piled up in several warehouses on the headline panel.

  The image of the alliance as vulnerable has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. No one doubts that as long as the ammunition arrives, they will be able to drive those natives out of the desert in minutes.

However-

  The situation at this moment deviates from their cognition.

  Especially when the Alliance plane appeared overhead, many people even thought they were dreaming and hadn't woken up yet.

  Standing at the door of the command tent, Commander Pellaeon stared at the sky dumbfounded, and didn't say a word for a long time.

   Came back to his senses for a moment, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the collar of the adjutant next to him, and roared with saliva flying all over the place.

   "Where are our anti-aircraft guns! There are also ten thousand-man teams on the front line! Why is there no news at all!"

  The adjutant who was grabbed by the collar was pale, and his lips trembled for a long time before he squeezed out the words stuck in his throat.

   "The front line... news just came that the 100th team stationed in the No. 1 section of the defense line was shelled by the Iron Heart—"

  Pellaeon's eyes widened.

   Before the adjutant finished speaking, he roared and ordered.

   "Tell Daniel that he must hold on at all costs! Even if he can't hold on, at least hold on for half an hour!"

  The bitterness on the adjutant's face became even stronger.

  Daniel?

  Whether that guy is alive or not is unknown.

  From the very beginning, they lost contact with Position 1.

  According to the news from the No. 2 position, the soldiers there saw the flames of the explosion almost engulfing the entire position of the friendly army next door, and squatting in the trench could even feel the trembling of the ground.

   Not only that, they also saw the Iron Heart, which was taken by the alliance before, also appeared in the sky.

   Obviously, the alliance is serious this time.

  The adjutant's Adam's apple moved, and he said in a hoarse voice.

   "There is no response from the other end of the communication channel. They... probably have more bad luck than good luck."

"Grass!"

  Pellaeon cursed loudly, threw away the adjutant's collar forcefully, walked quickly to the radio station in the command tent, grabbed the earphones and put them on his head.

   These trash!

  Dialing the phone number of the Ten Thousand Team Command, he shouted in the communication channel almost with all his strength.

   "This is the 40th thousandth team!"

   "We are under attack from the Alliance! They sent the main force, including the Iron Heart and tanks!"

   "We can only last for an hour at most! Please send reinforcements immediately!"

   "Repeat, send reinforcements immediately—!"

   Most of the ammunition of the 40th Thousand Team was evenly distributed to the No. 53 defense zone.

  Pellaeon knew very well that with the few remaining weapons, it was simply not enough to deal with such an intensive offensive from the alliance.

  Maybe the Legion will win in the end.

  But I, who was targeted by the alliance, probably will have nothing.

  However, he couldn't figure it out, no matter from the perspective of strategy or tactics, defense zone 40 was not the best attack target.

   Even if you win here, it will be difficult to open a breakthrough in the entire battle situation.

  But why did the alliance focus on him? !

  But now is not the time to think about this issue.

  The frontline troops suffered heavy losses.

   To be able to break through their line of defense that had been prepared for more than a month in such a short period of time, the opponent must have invested a sufficient number of armored units.

  If you can't get through the current difficulties, don't talk about the future.

   After reporting the situation to the superior command unit, Pellaeon immediately led the guards to the battle position, and led his subordinates to reorganize the combat units at all levels in the camp.

  Although the air attack was caught off guard, the soldiers of the Legion were much more well-trained than the Falcon Kingdom. Even though they were already at an absolute disadvantage strategically, they still did not escape from the collapse of morale.

but-

   This is not enough to bring them much chance of winning.

  Under the watchful eyes of countless pairs of eyes, twenty "mosquito" attack aircraft broke away from the flight formation, turned their noses downward, and launched the attack first!

   "Formation B continues to escort, brothers from Formation A follow me!"

   "Turn on the buzzers! Their air defense sirens are too low, and you won't be full after hearing them! Let's add some food to them haha!"

   With a groan in the communication channel, the mosquitoes leading the team excitedly reached out and turned on the buzzer switch.

  The ear-piercing long sound resounded through the air, like the horn of death.

  Twenty one-hundred-kilogram aerial bombs fell from the sky one after another, raining death on the ground!

  Most of the pilots of the Goblin Corps are agility players, especially the pilots on bombing missions. Most of the sequence levels have been raised to the second stage, and the first talent has been unlocked.

  Under the noses of these pilots, the ground targets are not only as slow as ants, but they can also clearly see the expressions of fear on their faces.

  High agility brings visual and reaction speed bonuses to the pilots, making them fly the aircraft as if they were flying.

   Every express delivery can be delivered to the place where it is needed most!

  Even better than AI!

  Lost the cover of anti-aircraft firepower, facing the aerial bombs falling from the sky, the whole battle completely turned into a one-sided massacre.

  Deafening roar resounded throughout the wilderness, and the flames and thick smoke of the explosion blossomed everywhere on the position.

  The camps turned into sea of ​​flames in an instant, and countless clone soldiers were burned to charcoal without even seeing the enemy, and their pupils fell to the ground out of focus.

  A ten captain struggled to put out the fire on his body, but no matter how he rolled on the ground, he couldn't stop the fire from burning bigger and bigger.

  Thousand Commander Pellaeon, who was lucky enough to survive, struggled to stand up from the ground.

   Noticing the shadows falling on the battlefield, he slowly raised his head to look at the sky, and at this moment his eyes froze in place.

  I don’t know when, the Heart of Iron emerged from the clouds and flew over the battlefield, and the fortress flying in the sky was like a dark cloud.

  Watching the thick and long gun barrels slowly pass by the top of his head, a trace of despair suddenly appeared in his heart, and he felt that his soul was trembling.

   All the battles he has experienced have been overwhelmingly victorious.

   As the dominant side in asymmetric warfare, no one has ever survived two rounds in front of the legion, and no one can ride on top of him like today...

  At this time, his adjutant leaned on a rifle and staggered towards him.

   "There is news from the front post that an armored force is heading towards us from the G40-1 line of defense... less than five kilometers away from us."

   After a pause, the adjutant said in a difficult voice.

   "Sir... what should we do now?"

  Pellaeon's Adam's apple moved.

  Loyalty to His Majesty the Marshal prevented him from uttering dejected words, but the cruel truth was before him...

It has ended.

  Shoulders drooped slowly, he looked away from the sky.

   “…treat the wounded first.”

  The adjutant froze for a moment.

"But-"

  Pellaeon handed the rifle to the adjutant's hand, patted him on the shoulder, and without saying a word, limped towards the burning position.

   Just a round of air strikes.

   The two centurions stationed near the command post have already suffered more than half of the casualties!

  The remaining one hundred people not only lack ammunition, but most of them are wounded. Not to mention resisting the attack of the alliance armored group, I am afraid that even a decent resistance will be difficult to achieve.

   Continue to fight.

  It's no different from suicide...

  As the Iron Heart arrived over the battlefield, the alliance's dive air strikes have stopped.

   Probably seeing that the victory and defeat have been divided, and they don't want to waste ammunition in irrelevant places, the Alliance has stopped dropping bombs on their positions, but chose to move forward.

  Pellaeon knew very well that he had lost the battle.

   And the loss was inexplicable.

   Except for the roaring propeller planes and the aerial bombs that dived with the planes, he didn't even see the alliance's ground troops.

   Is this really the alliance whose 3,000 people were easily wiped out by the pangolin centurions? !

  Looking at the messy camp, he couldn't see the look of frustration and despair in his pupils, only dullness and bewilderment remained.

   What kind of "natives" are they fighting.

   After all, the alliance is deliberately hiding its clumsiness.

   Or Triumph is lying...

  …

  The bridge of the Iron Heart.

   Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, Chu Guang watched the battlefield filled with smoldering wolves.

  This is the best viewing seat. Standing at his current position, you can have a panoramic view of both the enemy and our positions.

   "They surrendered." Seeing the white flag raised by the enemy headquarters, Vanus was slightly surprised.

  Although the strength of the alliance's firepower is one aspect, what he didn't expect was that these people couldn't even last ten minutes.

  It seems that compared with the expeditionary force that went to the Great Rift Valley, these clone groups that have just been transferred from the rear to the front line are still a little bit worse...

   “The action went better than planned.”

   Glancing at the time on the VM, Chu Guang showed a slight smile on his face, and continued, "Our soldiers completed the goal an hour earlier than expected."

   According to the original plan, the Burning Corps would raid the command post of the No. 40 Thousands under the cover of the Goblin Corps, and cooperate with the armored troops that broke through the frontline positions to wipe out the No. 40 Thousands in one fell swoop.

   But now it seems that their plan is still too conservative.

  The reason for this is actually quite normal.

   After all, most of the old players in "Wasteland OL" have memories of the Legion Clone Corps in the battle a year ago.

   Those fearless, cruel and bloodthirsty clone soldiers left a deep impression on the players who were still in the wasteland development stage.

  Even the crew of the Pioneer with exoskeleton and power armor suffered a lot in the face of the overwhelming numbers and firepower.

  If the Pioneer hadn't used a tactical nuclear bomb to clear the field later, the final outcome might not be easy to say.

   Most of the corps leaders came from that version.

  Whether it was Spring or Mole, they were extremely cautious when researching and formulating plans in the group, and even prepared contingency plans for the airborne operation not going well and emergency deployment of wolf cavalry from the Death Corps for support.

  However, they probably forgot that at that time, the alliance had to borrow automatic rifles from friendly troops, not to mention aircraft and tanks.

  And their allies are not professional soldiers, but employees of the Silver Wing Group's overseas business department. Although they have gained a lot of knowledge during the trip, they may not have been on the battlefield.

  It's not like now...

  The Alliance Army not only has an automatic rifle in hand, but also an awakened person per capita, and all the players leading the team are veterans who have experienced many battles.

  The clone group of Legion is still the same clone group.

   But the alliance with more than a dozen corps is no longer what it used to be.

   It wasn't even the Burning Legion's turn, and the 40,000th of the Legion raised the white flag amidst the goblin regiment's indiscriminate bombardment.

   At this time, the Skeleton Corps was still four kilometers away from the battlefield in a straight line.

   Even if the Burning Corps were allowed to continue skydiving at this time, it would be a lonely jump, and they would have to work hard to bring them back to the airport and repack them.

  So Chu Guang decisively stopped the Burning Corps, which was eager to try and prepare to airborne, and ordered the B formation of the Goblin Corps to **** the transport aircraft formation back.

  Standing beside Chu Guang, Vanus stared at the ground and pondered for a long time, then suddenly said.

"Since the enemy was caught off guard by us, we might as well be a little more bold, continue to expand the results of the battle before they are ready to attack, push the armored troops forward by 100 kilometers, and cooperate with the command of the airborne troops to raid the 40,000th team department."

  Chu Guang's mouth curled into a smile.

"I think so too."

   Speaking of this, he reached out and tapped on the helmet.

   "Notify the Death Corps that they can act now."

   Soon, Xiao Qi answered energetically.

"okay!"

  Looking at Vanus who was standing next to Chu Guang making suggestions, Feynold who was standing in the corner swallowed, with disbelief written all over his face.

  He originally thought that Vanus was the same as himself, only serving the alliance out of helplessness, but he didn't expect that he was the only one who was "begging for perfection", and this guy was really making suggestions for the alliance.

This guy…

   Is it really a Willant?

  …

   At the same time that the 40th Thousand-man Team was defeated across the board, the 40,000-man Team headquarters in the rear was in a hurry.

   Staring at the red arrow on the strategic map, Soft frowned, with surprise and solemnity alternating on his face.

  He is the captain of the 40,000th team, and he just arrived in Luoxia Province a month ago. There are no stars on the epaulettes, and the rank is below McLenne, probably two ranks below Griffin.

  Although he doesn't know much about the situation in the Far East, he can still understand the map after fighting for so many years.

  The No. 40 defense zone will be attacked by the alliance, and it will be attacked by the main force, which he never expected anyway.

  This means that the alliance has directly exposed its supply line to the power projection range of defense zones 41-49.

   It doesn’t even need the 3rd or 40,000-man teams next door to take action. He only needs to dispatch two thousand-man teams from the deep area to cross the defense line and penetrate behind the alliance’s offensive spearhead, which can put the alliance’s frontline troops in a dilemma.

but…

  He has a better way.

   At this time, a messenger trotted in from outside the tent and gave a military salute to report.

   "The 40th thousandth team sent an urgent call! The frontline command post encountered an alliance air strike, requesting air support!"

  Soft didn't look up.

  The calloused index finger stuck to the map, moved along the road network, and finally stopped on a mountain col where the contour line converged and tapped hard.

   "Tell Pellaeon that they don't have to carry it hard, retreat to Height 330 while fighting, and lure the alliance into our depth!"

   "In addition, send a telegram to the 43rd, 45th, 47th, and 49th thousand troops, asking them to immediately move to the rear and near the 330th highland, and attack the alliance's attacking troops from the east and west sides!"

   "The vacated defense areas 43, 45, 47, and 49 will be managed by teams of 42, 44, 46, and 48 thousand people! Beware of alliance reinforcements coming from other directions!"

   As he spoke, a trace of excitement flashed across Soft's brows, his right hand clenched tightly into a fist, and landed heavily on the red arrow on the map.

   "Be sure to strangle this bug that came in on this road!"

  Highland No. 330 is about 11 kilometers away from Oasis No. 3. The nearby contour lines are densely fluctuating, and the terrain is mainly hilly. Several major roads are concentrated on the mountainside.

  Because it is close to the oasis, the vegetation there will be relatively denser than other areas, and there are natural bunkers nearby to avoid the high-altitude vision of the airship. It is a perfect ambush location.

  The commander of the alliance can certainly see this.

   But even if they knew it, the alliance's troops could only continue along this route. After all, no matter how broken the road was, it was still a passable road.

  Otherwise, if you go deep into the enemy's rear and lose your mobility, that's the real end.

   Regarding his genius-like plan, the corner of Soft's mouth couldn't help curling up a satisfied smile.

  Although the alliance is coming in menacingly, and there is a posture of concentrating on attacking it with all its strength, but in his opinion, there is nothing to panic about.

  Even a small **** can cause these barbarians to lose 3,000 lives, not to mention a team of 10,000 people standing in front of them at this moment.

   Anger will only hasten their demise.

  After this battle, the alliance will surely suffer a great loss.

  Soft couldn't help but feel a little blissful in his heart.

   I didn't expect that I would get such a big credit when I first came to Luoxia Province.

   Looks like it won't be long before he gets another star on his epaulettes.

"yes!"

  The orderly gave a military salute, and trotted away from the camp.

  The staff officer standing aside frowned slightly, staring at the map and thinking for a long time before saying.

  "The ammunition of the 40th Thousand Corps is seriously lacking, and the Alliance has suppressed the Heart of Steel. It may be difficult for them to withdraw by themselves."

   "It doesn't matter," Soft said indifferently, "The 40,000th team itself is not the key to the plan, and it doesn't matter if they are not withdrawn, as long as they can delay the alliance for a little time."

   "It would be the best if Pellaeon managed to do it. With the reinforcements from the two wings, we can hold the alliance on the hillside and beat him up."

   "If it doesn't work, then give the alliance No. 330 highland and set them up on the highland to fight!"

   There was a surprised expression on the staff officer's face.

   That's a really good idea.

   It's just that he always has an ominous premonition.

   "What if the coalition forces arrive before the retreating ambushes?"

  Hearing the staff officer's question, Soft was slightly stunned, and then said without hesitation.

"This is impossible!"

   "Even if Pellaeon doesn't win even a second, the distance from position 40 to highland 330 is 30 kilometers longer than defense area 43!"

   "No matter how fast their armored forces advance, they will never be faster than our troop carriers!"

  The staff officer continued to speak solemnly.

   "This is a general situation... The length of the road from Position 40 to Highland 330 is indeed longer than that of the adjacent Defense Area 43, but the straight-line distance is completely opposite, only less than 150 kilometers."

   "I heard that the alliance is equipped with exoskeleton equipment supported by a large number of enterprises. If they separate some infantry from the road network and advance in a straight line across the country, it may take only one day to reach Height 330."

   "Deep into the enemy's rear to divide the troops? Let the infantry go straight across the country?"

  Soft seemed to hear something funny, and raised the corners of his mouth playfully, "Don't their exoskeletons need to be charged? You might as well say that they came in an airship."

  It is really troublesome to transport troops by airship, after all, anti-aircraft guns cannot break the shield of the airship.

   But that's all.

  EMP shells can paralyze the external parts of the airship, such as the propellers with the wings deployed, and make the heart of steel drift or break down without power.

   And wanting to lower the elevator under their noses is tantamount to dreaming. Anti-aircraft guns can't hit the airship, and can't hit such a big ladder?

   Without waiting for the staff officer to speak, Soft continued.

   "Not to mention that the straight-line distance of 150 kilometers has to pass at least ten mountains, and there are also our outposts and air defense positions along the way."

   "Even if all of them are mutants, it is absolutely impossible for me to arrive at Height 330 ahead of our defense troops!"

   "No way!"

  (end of this chapter)