Chapter 469 Are you looking for this?

   Yotte has no doubts.

  Even Deathclaw, which has made countless wastelanders frightened, has to walk around in the face of the strafing of the quadruple 10mm cannon.

However-

  When a quadruple anti-aircraft gun is facing "thousands" of Deathclaws, the positions of the two sides are completely opposite.

   "AHH!!"

  The soldiers squatting behind the anti-aircraft guns held the trigger firmly, and released orange-yellow tracers towards the foot of the mountain, trying to prevent the group of animals from rushing up the mountain.

  However, in the face of the death claws coming like a tide, the tongue of fire from the muzzle of the gun is like a candle flickering in the dark.

  It seems that it will disappear in the silent storm at any time.

   And it is true—

  The roar of the machine gun didn't even last for two seconds, a drone retracted its wings, and suddenly fell from the sky.

  The three soldiers guarding the anti-aircraft gun hadn't recovered their senses before the burst of fire engulfed them together with the anti-aircraft gun.

  The flames of the explosion bloomed on the high ground.

  Looking at the cannon that had turned into a mass of twisted steel, the soldiers in the trenches beside them were dumbfounded, and then a fear arose from the bottom of their hearts.

   "What's that?!" a ten captain exclaimed, twisting the muzzle of the gun back and forth towards the sky.

   "Suicide drone!" Yot's eyes were bloodshot for a moment, and he shouted and ordered, "Be careful with those buzzing things! Don't let them get close to the anti-aircraft guns!"

  The remaining three quadruple anti-aircraft guns began to shoot at the sky, trying to shoot down the roaring drone.

  However, this kind of random firing is obviously futile for drones that are "immersively operated" by intelligence players.

   Soon two more anti-aircraft guns were sent away, leaving only the last one on the entire high ground.

   Just when Yotte didn't know what to do, the commander Simond on the side yelled at his subordinates.

   "Use EMP!"

  Yote was startled and said quickly.

   "But our radar—"

   "I can't control that much anymore!" Simmond pushed him away and shouted in the direction of the mortar position, "Quick!"

  Receiving the command from the chief, a ten-man commander had already rushed to the edge of the mortar position, and quickly dug out a blue-marked shell from the box.

   The **** holding the cannonball slammed on the ground, then he threw it into the air forcefully, and then fell down on the ground.

  The whole set of movements is done in one go.

  The dust from the explosion rushed upward quickly, and the split shrapnel swished among the sandbags.

  The energy detonated by the explosive is converted into a pulsed microwave with a peak power of gigawatts through a microwave device!

  A short hum ran through the entire battlefield, forming a transient pulse voltage of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of volts on countless protected or unprotected conductors.

  A cluster of tiny flames jumped out of the electrical distribution box in the center of the camp, and then the entire plateau fell into darkness, but was quickly relit by flares.

  At the same time, the unexploded quadrotor drones that approached the low altitude also fell to the ground like dumplings.

  Insulation is broken down, fuses are blown, radar screens fail, electrical components burn out, electronic system storage melts down...all in a flash.

  The entire battlefield instantly retreated from the post-Cold War era to World War II and even World War I. All communication equipment has lost its function, and communication is completely dependent on roar.

  In the col five hundred meters away, I rolled my eyes and almost lost the connection, and took off the earphones on my head cursingly.

   "Fuck! These guys played hard enough!"

  He looks at VM.

  A snow-white screen has appeared on it.

  Although the "Vital Signs Monitor" has certain resistance to EMP, it is only for the incidental EMP damage of EMP weapons dropped in a wide area and nuclear explosions.

  For this kind of close-range electromagnetic pulse, the pressure is not small.

  At least the fuse will not hold.

  A Mengxin from the intelligence department patted his VM in a daze. Seeing that the screen was completely frozen, he murmured.

   "Damn it... I'm done with the system interface!"

   "It's probably EMP, just change the fuse, it's not a big problem!" Big Eye took off the VM and threw it on the ground, "Get ready to charge!"

   "Are we also enrolled in the Department of Intelligence?" The newcomer was stunned.

   "Nonsense," rolled his eyes at that guy, and picked up the rifle on the ground with big eyes, "Summoner will stop fighting without the blue bar, brothers, come with me!"

   "Aww!"

   Seeing that the team leaders were all on board, several intelligence players also picked up their rifles, recalling the posture they learned from the pangolin, and charged towards the opposite highland 330.

  Due to the failure of the communication device, there was chaos on the battlefield. Apart from roars and shouts, there were endless gunshots and explosions.

  In addition to a few drone operators, the most affected by EMP is undoubtedly the wolf cavalry unit. The nerve connection equipment installed on the back of Deathclaw's neck has been seriously affected.

  However, only some of them are affected.

  Most of the deathclaws have been domesticated by players. Even without the intervention of neural connection equipment, they are used to obeying and can still execute the owner's orders.

  But there are also some who are out of control due to injury or aroused fierceness.

  Once an out-of-control situation occurs, in order to avoid the chain reaction caused by it, the player can only reluctantly replace his mount no matter how reluctant he is.

   "High ground ahead!"

"dash forward!!"

   Ripped off the malfunctioning headset, stroked the edge of the water, took out the charging whistle, held it in his mouth, and blew it with all his strength.

  The ear-piercing whistle resounded throughout the entire position, and completely ignited the blood in everyone's hearts.

   "Kill!"

   "For the alliance!!"

  The high **** of hundreds of meters is fleeting.

Urging his mount to rush forward, paddling water on the edge and sticking to the back of Death Claw, he rushed to the front, aimed at the nearest trench on the hillside, and then threw the prepared wooden handle grenade.

   "Bomb!"

   Hearing the order to drop bombs, the wolf cavalry in the front row threw out the grenades in their hands one after another, and some took out the "whirlwind" grenade launcher.

   That is a weapon produced by Goblin Technology. It imitates the wheel design of the MGL grenade launcher. It can empty all six grenades within three seconds, and instantly fires a wave of mid-range suppression firepower.

  The flames of the explosion lit the trenches.

Dozens of Willant soldiers were killed on the spot, and the remaining one retreated in horror, trying to retreat to the rear line of defense, but before he could climb out of the half-dug trench, he was caught by the galloping wolf. The cavalry lifted the skull with a sapper shovel.

  Looking at the Death Claws rushing up from the southwest side, the Willant soldiers squatting in the trenches all stared wide-eyed.

   "What kind of monster is that?!"

   "Death Claw! It's Death Claw!"

  The demon that lives in the swamp or the rainforest...

  They never dreamed that they would see them in the desert, let alone that these alien species standing at the top of the food chain were used as mounts by barbarians!

  But there is no time for them to think at this moment, the glaring bayonet and the flashing gun flames have already hit their faces!

  A ten-man team was submerged under the wolf cavalry's iron hooves in an instant.

   Followed by a whole trench!

  These monsters rampaging on the battlefield ignore the terrain at all. They are like cuirassiers flying over the roof and walls. Every swing of their claws can take away a fresh life.

   And under the protection of the exoskeleton, it is as difficult as ever to kill it!

  As the wolf cavalry rushed to the position, the battle quickly changed from a stalemate in the middle distance to a hand-to-hand fight.

  The troops who were originally responsible for the feint attack also launched a charge towards the chaotic position after hearing the whistle of the charge.

   Both sides are close enough to see each other's nostrils clearly, fighting for every trench, every rock, and even every sandbag bunker on the rugged position...

   Tracer lights are like sparks flying on a bonfire, moving automatically in the night sky without wind, and almost every strand of extinguished fire is stained with scorched blood.

  …

  Heightland No. 330 shrouded in darkness is lit by burning flames.

  At the same time, fifty "Eagle" fighter jets appeared below the clouds in the night sky north of the highlands.

   "There was a fierce exchange of fire on Height 330. The two sides had already started a scuffle. The frontline troops did not respond to our signal..." Staring at the position where the firefight continued, Akanth picked up the walkie-talkie and reported the frontline situation to the rear through the airborne radio.

  He is the captain of the 1st Flying Squadron of the Falcon Kingdom. The task assigned to him by the Legion Army Aviation Command Center is to lead the 1st Flying Squadron to support the friendly forces at Height 330.

  No matter what, Height 330 cannot be lost!

   Otherwise, the entire 40,000 team will be in crisis!

  Acante naturally understood the importance of this task, but the battlefield was in chaos, and he couldn't see anything clearly. The ground troops were more like deaf people, and did not respond to his call.

  The headquarters also couldn't contact those armies, so they could only order them to support the friendly troops based on their own judgment according to the situation.

   But this place is so dark, I can't see anything clearly, let alone support.

"Oh shit…"

  Hung up the communication, Akante was about to order to descend the altitude, when he suddenly saw black spots looming from under the clouds in the south.

   is an alliance plane!

  Acante's pupils shrank violently.

  The scene in front of him reminded him of the fierce battle that broke out over the city of abundance that day.

   To be honest, he wasn't very impressed with the Alliance aircraft.

  Although they are also propeller aircraft, in terms of maneuverability and shooting accuracy, those aircraft are more than a little bit worse than the "Eagle" fighters provided to them by the Legion.

  If you have to say it, those planes are like cobbled together things, nothing but cheap.

  However, the pilots who flew the plane left him a very deep impression.

  The pilots of the alliance are like evil spirits who are not afraid of death.

but-

  No Ironheart to provide them with cover this time!

   Without the slightest hesitation, Arcante switched the on-board radio to the formation channel, and shouted an order into the walkie-talkie.

   "An enemy aircraft fleet has been found due south!"

   "Ready to attack!"

   Never let these planes get near Hill 330!

  Before supporting the allies, they need to solve these troubles first!

   At the same time, on the opposite side of the Falcon Kingdom's first flight formation.

  Looking at Tiao Zhi's fleet of planes rushing straight towards him, instead of showing any fear in Mosquito's eyes, there was a gleam of excitement on the contrary.

  The "Saber" fighter jets of the previous legion walked around the Heart of Steel and then returned. The two sides could not do anything to each other.

  The prudent manager deliberately waited for the opponent to go far away, and the fuel consumption was almost exhausted, before allowing the carrier-based aircraft on the airship to take off.

   Mosquitoes thought this **** mission would be boring. After all, the mobile radar station deployed by the Legion in the No. 3 oasis could not search for them beyond the visual distance.

However-

  The dog plan did not disappoint him!

   While pushing down the afterburner valve, the mosquito grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted excitedly.

   "Attention all teams, enemy fighter jets are found in the north direction! Formation A continues to perform **** missions! Formation B follows me! Brothers, charge them!"

  In the communication channel, the answers of the team leaders came quickly.

"receive!"

  Forty W-2 "Mosquito" attack aircraft immediately broke away from the flight formation, and headed towards the first flight formation of the Falcon Kingdom without hesitation.

  The two sides are like lancers with spears, aiming at each other's vital points. No one admits that they are intimidated, and no one turns to avoid it.

  Whoever hesitates at this time, even if it’s just a moment of hesitation, shifts the joystick in his hand—

   It is equivalent to throwing the tail to the opponent to bite!

   Close to effective range.

  Both sides pulled the trigger almost simultaneously!

  The hot and thick gun flames boiled the originally gentle evening wind, and thick and long tracers covered the night sky, tearing the tranquility of the night to pieces.

   In an instant, dozens of planes emitted black smoke and even flames. The two sides went from queuing up and shooting to a fight that quickly turned into a dogfight.

  For a while, burning iron rain fell from the sky, and the flames of war seemed to extend from the ground to the sky.

The forty W-2 "Mosquitos" that left the formation quickly lost more than half of their casualties. However, the Falcon Kingdom's first flight formation did not reap any benefits. Fifty "Eagles" were forcibly replaced by fifteen shelf.

  Looking at the dozens of bullet holes punched out in the wings and hatch, Akante gritted his teeth and pulled back the out-of-control nose with all his strength.

  Looking back at the night sky behind him, he was planning to find the next target when he suddenly noticed something abnormal in the flying formation that continued forward.

  The opponent did not send all the planes up, some of them had already flown behind them, and continued to head north.

   Isn't their goal Height 330?

   "Something's wrong... there's something weird about these planes."

  Acante frowned, and with the moonlight passing through the thin clouds, he could barely see the several planes guarded in the center of the fleet.

   That outline...

   Is it a transport plane? !

   Slightly taken aback, a trace of fear was written on his face.

   Without any hesitation, he grabbed the walkie-talkie and yelled.

   "Report to the headquarters! Enemy transport aircraft found!"

   "...The enemy aircraft fleet has crossed the No. 330 highland and is heading towards the command post of the 40,000th regiment!"

   Immediately afterwards, he switched to the formation channel, and roared an order.

   "Enemy transport aircraft are breaking through our defense zone!"

   "Stop them for me!"

   Probably finally realized something.

  The flying formation of the Falcon Kingdom suddenly gave up the fight with the goblin corps, and frantically chased after the alliance's transport fleet.

   But it was obviously too late.

   Following the order of Mosquito, the escorting Formation A turned around and rushed towards the pursuing "Eagle" fighter jets.

   At the same time, one transport plane leveled the fuselage and opened the hatch.

  The red alarm bell rang, and players wearing exoskeletons got up from the seats on both sides of the cabin one after another, carrying umbrella bags and walked to the door of the cabin to form a neat queue.

  The airflow drawn into the cabin rattled the sharp-edged armor, and outside the cabin were the flames of machine gun fire and thick and long tracers.

   Pairs of eyes could not see the slightest fear.

  There is only burning fighting spirit!

   This is their stage.

  Standing at the door of the cabin, Lao Bai, wearing the "Dragoon" power armor, spoke loudly in the communication channel with a loud voice.

   "Keep an eye on your map, watch your feet!"

   "Our target is the command post of the 40,000th Army. Remember not to hang on the anti-aircraft guns, let alone step on the heads of the brothers of the Death Corps!"

   "We'll help them after we finish solving the troubles under our feet!"

"Jump-!"

  The clean and tidy roar blended into the howling evening wind, and Lao Bai stepped out of the cabin first, leading a group of young team members who were armed to the teeth and jumped into the hail of bullets.

  Compared to the evening when I landed on the Iron Heart—

   This firepower is nothing at all.

  Blossoming parachutes bloomed in the sky, like dandelions floating in the fire, falling towards the ground under the cover of night.

  Below them, the dimly lit camp was like a lighthouse in a storm, guiding them.

   Perceived the situation in the air.

  The only remaining anti-aircraft gun on Height 330 tried to straf the Burning Corps, but within two seconds of firing, it was sent away by the wolf cavalry rushing up with rifle grenades.

   At the same time, in the sky hundreds of kilometers away, a jet plane was galloping towards it.

  The model of the plane is exactly the "Saber" that returned earlier.

  He had just finished resupply at the frontline airport, and he received the order to take off again almost before he got out of the cabin.

  Looking at the twinkling fires in the distant night sky, Yukar, who was sitting in the cabin, curled up a sneer.

  Propeller aircraft…

   As for these slow and mosquito-like little guys, pressing the machine gun for 0.1 seconds longer would be a waste of ammunition!

   It's a pity that I didn't see the orthopter.

  The five little flies just showed their faces during the day, and immediately hid back on the airship.

   But it doesn't matter.

  No matter what the pilots of the alliance fly, he will let them remember with their bodies how to write the word death!

  Yukal calmly pushed down the throttle valve, the flames from the rear engine suddenly amplified, and the speed quickly exceeded Mach 3, accelerating towards the battlefield 100 kilometers away.

  However, at this moment, Yukar suddenly had a warning sign in his heart, and almost instinctively tilted the joystick.

  The flames flashed from below the clouds, and he didn't even see what the plane looked like, and the explosion that broke through the sound barrier almost pierced his eardrums.

So fast!

  Yukal, who survived the catastrophe, had his heart beating wildly. He glanced at the unresponsive airborne radar, and then looked behind him suddenly, but he couldn't see anything.

   At just a moment ago, a plane almost "swish" past him, the air compressed by the wings pulled him violently to the left, and even nearly shattered his hatch!

   That speed has to be at least Mach 3!

   At a relative speed of Mach 6, one second is two kilometers!

  He can be sure that the other party just rushed to die with him. And in order not to expose the target in advance, they didn't even fire!

   What tactic is this? !

   "This guy... is he crazy!"

   There is no doubt that the other side is the same jet as him.

  Through the cabin glass, he vaguely saw the looming blue flame under the clouds—it was the tail flame of the engine!

  Suppressing his frenzied heartbeat, Yukar deflected the joystick to the right, while trying to see the fighter's position clearly, while trying to cut to the rear hemisphere of the enemy plane from the right.

   However, the other party is obviously a veteran!

While he was doing a high-G turning maneuver, the opponent reacted almost at the same time. He opened the speedbrake and at the same time made a sharp turn defense, pulled the nose towards his apex, and cut to the ground at a lower speed. his inside.

   "Om—!"

  The machine gun bullets whizzed by, almost flying past his wingtips. Hearing the sound of the machine gun coming from a distance, Yukar was shocked into a cold sweat behind his back.

"Grass!"

   Just a little bit…

   His car almost turned into a pile of scrap iron!

  In the past eight years, the opponents he encountered were basically propeller planes.

   Even if you occasionally encounter some strange things that burn coal or oil, you rarely see supersonic fighters that can break through the sound barrier.

  He could feel that the performance of that plane was not outstanding, whether it was maneuverability or maximum speed, he was superior.

However-

  The opponent's pilot filled this gap with his superb piloting skills, and accurately grasped his momentary flaw.

  Different from himself who has been targeting the aborigines for air strikes all year round, that person obviously knows better how to fight against opponents who are more mobile.

  Unexpectedly, in this barren desert, he would meet a well-matched opponent, and Yukar couldn't help but ignite a raging fighting spirit in his heart.

   "Come on! Let me see what you can do!"

   He muttered in his mouth, while reducing the fuel and opening the speedbrake, he slammed the joystick with both hands in the opposite direction, preparing to bite the rear hemisphere of the enemy plane.

  The Falcon Kingdom's squadrons are on their own.

  I hope they can live up to themselves...

  At the same time, Luo Yu, who was driving the "Lingyun" fighter, clicked his tongue.

   "10G acceleration...Is this guy also an awakener?"

   Not just pilots...

  The performance of the plane is also outrageous!

  Originally, considering that the performance gap was too large, there was no chance of winning a dog fight, so he planned to exchange one for the one that was obviously more expensive and send it away.

   As a result, I didn't expect that this trick "Vigorously Flying Bricks" was dodged!

   Not only that, when the two TV bombs were useless and he was bitten by himself in the rear hemisphere, the opposite side even made a sharp turn to avoid the machine gun he fired with his talent!

   This mobility alone, if it is put into reality, I am afraid that even the F-22 will not be its opponent.

  However, it is outrageous for such a powerful aircraft to be paired with such a hip-boosting airborne radar and stealth materials that it can’t even pull out air-to-air missiles.

  Seeing that the other party completely abandoned the illusion of supporting the friendly fighter group, and turned the nose of the plane to kill himself first, Luo Yu took a deep breath, and the same fighting spirit was ignited in his chest.

   Come just in time!

  Holding the joystick tightly with both hands, he stared at the looming black spot outside the cabin, and squeezed out a half sentence through his teeth.

   "Look straight at me—the bastard!"

  …

  Two jet fighters entered into a dogfight on the horizontal plane. The engines of both sides drew scissor-shaped tracks in the air, and the machine guns bit each other, vying for each other's rear hemisphere.

   is not far away.

  The fighter group of the Alliance and the fighter group of the Falcon Kingdom have not yet decided the winner, and the remaining dozen or so fighters are still fighting fiercely.

  Highland No. 330 turned into a **** meat grinder, and the wolf cavalry who rushed up to the highland wantonly charged and killed the fleeing infantry.

  Although Simond is still leading the 40,000-man team to fight tenaciously, due to the delay in waiting for effective reinforcements from the Air Force, the balance of victory is clearly in the hands of the alliance.

   However, the alliance seems not satisfied with the three ongoing battles, and soon opened up the fourth battle tonight!

   Above the sky lit up by tracers, parachutes fell from the sky all over the sky, reflecting in every pair of eyes on the ground.

  The guards stationed in the camp raised their rifles to point to the sky and fired. However, facing the dark night sky and the gliding and falling parachute, they couldn't effectively hit them. Even if they got a lucky shot, it would be difficult to penetrate the armor of the exoskeleton.

   The distance of hundreds of meters is fleeting.

  A powered armor with three parachutes was the first to land in the center of the camp.

  I saw that the man ignored the hail of bullets fired at him, and skillfully swung the combat knife to cut off the umbrella rope, and then took off the light machine gun hanging on the armor like a cloud and flowing water, and fired at the camp in bursts.

   "Get down if you don't want to die!" While venting his firepower, he turned on the speaker and pushed forward.

   Following the deployment of the power armor, hundreds of soldiers wearing exoskeletons also landed in various parts of the camp.

  In addition, following this group of paratroopers, there were more than 50 Y-2 "Butterfly Knife" quadrotor UAVs with guns hanging on them.

   There is almost no chance to go to the front-line guards, where are the opponents of these monsters, they are almost killed with just one touch.

  Standing at the door of the tent, General Soft stared blankly at the camp where the gunfire was boiling.

   Paratroopers…

  The Alliance's Ace Force...

  Those cloudy pupils flickered for a moment of absentmindedness, and this absentmindedness soon turned into deep despair.

  The entire camp had only six centurions.

   Among the six centurions, including more than half of the logistics units such as communications, transport, engineers, etc., there may only be a guard and an officer corps that are really capable of fighting.

  Whether it is the guards or the officer corps, they are not direct combat troops, and they may not be the opponents of the alliance's elite troops.

  What is he holding? !

  Shoulders and lips trembled uncontrollably, Soft's old face was flushed, and he clenched his fists, and finally couldn't hold back his emotions, and yelled.

   "...the **** skunk!"

  If it wasn't for that skunk who leapfrogged his command and transferred away his directly subordinate thousand-man team, how could he have come to this point!

   "That idiot must take full responsibility for this battle! When I return to Triumph City... I must submit a copy to the army commander!"

  Looking at General Soft, who was blowing his beard and staring angrily, the adjutant beside him was so anxious that he didn't even know where his hat was, and grabbed his arm and begged.

   "General, now is not the time to talk about this! The alliance has invested at least 500—no, more than 1,000 people here, let's withdraw quickly!"

  Soft's face was stiff, and his Adam's apple moved.

  Although he was unwilling to leave his subordinates and escape alone, he knew very well that if he fell into the hands of the alliance, the situation would only get worse.

   Hearing the gunshots in the camp, he lowered his trembling voice.

   "Are the maps and files... burnt?"

  The adjutant nodded quickly.

   "It's all burned! I blew up the table on the radio station!"

   "Very good... I've written down this grudge, and I will avenge it in the future!" Gritting his teeth and squeezing out a sentence, Soft turned his head and looked at his adjutant, "Let's withdraw!"

"follow me!"

  Taking Soft all the way for a trot, the adjutant quickly got into the jeep parked at the gate of the barracks, but just as he was about to start it, he couldn't find the key.

   "The key...strange, where did the key go?"

   Were you still here just now?

  The adjutant was sweating profusely, rummaging around in the driver's seat.

  Soft stared at this guy who had done nothing but failed, and was about to call him an idiot, when a light cough suddenly came from behind the two of them.

   The two quickly turned their heads to look behind the jeep.

  I saw a soldier wearing an exoskeleton standing by the road.

  He carried a sniper rifle on his right shoulder and threw a bunch of car keys in his left hand. He was looking at the two people in the jeep with a playful smile.

  The crappy human joint language seems to be mocking their funny performance.

   "Are you looking for this?"

  (end of this chapter)