Chapter 328 Bombardment and Psychological Warfare
Nine o'clock in the evening.
This time is the interval between the Ya clan patrols changing shifts.
"I'll leave this to you."
Greyhound, with a tired face, yawned, carried his rifle as usual, went downstairs to board the raft, and went to the outpost outside the Four New District to change guard.
They haven't had a good time recently.
The paratroopers of the New Alliance seem to have contacted the local guerrillas, and the gunshots in the eastern region are becoming more and more frequent.
He can clearly feel that the combat quality and firepower of those guerrillas are much stronger than before.
Originally, those rats dared to shoot them with iron pipe rifles, but now they have become holding automatic rifles and hiding in the windows to shoot at them.
Some even used rocket launchers...
It's hard to guard against!
Those paratroopers are not idle either. In addition to training guerrillas, they are also planning attacks themselves, and the scale is growing day by day.
Although the apostles of the Torch Church can always kill a group from time to time, these people soon emerge from other places. .
Greyhound even had an illusion.
These people seem to be getting more and more?
Because a large number of armored units and heavy firepower were transferred to the front line, the Ya clan was quite passive in the face of guerrilla attacks.
They have been forced to abandon a large number of checkpoints and outposts in the eastern city, and have actually lost control of the eastern city.
Even though the patrol team has been increased to more than 100 people, they dare to patrol only during the day.
"I hope I don't meet their paratroopers today..."
Greyhound, who jumped onto the raft, prayed silently in his heart and sat next to the other predators.
Tonight is particularly quiet.
When the raft was about to sail out of the four new districts, it started to rain. Seeing this sudden rain, many people breathed a sigh of relief.
As we all know, the planes of the New Alliance will only appear on sunny days.
Although rainy days are annoying, at least there is no need to worry about the overhead.
"How long will this war last?"
"It should be soon," the tattooed man said, sticking his rifle upside down on the ground, looking at the rain in the sky, "Our centurion said that the attack will start when the rain falls."
"The heavier the rain, the closer their death."
The planes of the New Alliance will be weakened in rainy days.
In the past, they only needed to send out one tank to take down a survivor base of a thousand people. Now so many tanks have gone to the front line, and they are commanded by Lord Dillon, who is known as the god of war. It seems that victory is as easy as breathing.
Thinking of this, the people who were harassed by guerrillas and paratroopers felt a little comforted. Although the process was a bit difficult, as long as they could win, everything was worth it.
It is said that the northern suburbs of Qingquan City is a fertile land flowing with milk and honey, where there are endless treasures and endless food.
Just when Greyhound was fantasizing about the good days in the future, a "whoosh" sound suddenly came from above his head. Before everyone could react to what happened, a cloud of smoke exploded from a six-story building dozens of meters away.
Concrete blocks were blown to pieces, splashing water and ripples on the water that filled the streets. Everyone ducked down to avoid the explosions.
The cracked-clawed crabs, startled by the explosions not far away, let out a hoarse roar like grinding their teeth, and scurried around in the shallow waters.
In the chaos, the rafts of the predators tilted to the side of the road.
"Fuck!"
"Cannonballs?!"
"Damn, are those who fired the cannons still asleep? How did they fire the cannonballs here!" A predator with a face full of flesh cursed and yelled.
A predator next to him trembled.
"No... I think even if it's not accurate, it won't be here."
As if to confirm his guess.
Soon another shell fell, but this time it was farther away from them, landing about 100 to 200 meters behind them.
Looking at the dark water, Greyhound said nervously.
"Let's find a place to hide first... There are a lot of cracked crabs here."
This sentence was unanimously agreed by everyone.
After tying the broken raft to the side of the road, everyone quickly fled into the half-collapsed building next to them and rushed to the second floor to hide.
There were constant explosions outside, and shells fell one after another, some as far as 500 to 600 meters away, and some even on the street under their feet.
Listening to the thunder-like artillery sound, the pairs of eyes hidden in the dark were full of fear and confusion.
No one knew what happened.
This place is at least 20 to 30 kilometers away from Qingshi County, and there are nearly 30 tanks and five thousand-man teams in between.
They just want to know, where did these shells come from? !
…
It was not only the patrol teams scattered throughout the city who were suffering under the artillery fire, but also the minions who gathered in the cells for fun…
Even their leaders and chiefs.
"Where did these shells come from!?"
In the reinforced concrete tower, roars echoed.
As the entire Sixin District was soaked in water, most of the anti-artillery shelters were built in half-collapsed buildings, not buried underground.
Hiding in the dark and damp tower, Jin Ya's face, which was black and green, was now full of rage and fear.
A few minutes ago, he was still curled up in the warm quilt, fiddling with the "toys" he had exchanged for dinars from the merchants in the Bughra Free State.
However, he had just entered the state, and before he had time to enter, a shell fell into the stinking ditch not far from his window.
Soon, the sound of artillery sounded one after another.
The deafening roar frightened him so much that he fell off the bed. He didn't even remember to bring his coat, and he ran here with his body weighing more than 200 kilograms.
Hiding in this turret with him were his confidants and trusted men.
At this moment, everyone's faces were also filled with fear, and they didn't know what to do.
Reaching out and grabbing a confidant, Jin Ya shouted at his face.
"Go to the south and see what happened!"
"Yes, yes!" The confidant nodded quickly and ran out.
Looking at the figure disappearing at the door, Jin Ya finally calmed down and calmed himself down... Although his two green bean-sized eyes were still filled with fear and suspicion.
He took the clothes from his subordinates and put them on. He found a sturdy chair and sat down, and began to think about what was going on.
To be honest, when the shells first fell, he didn't think of the new alliance at first, but thought that the troops on the front line had betrayed him.
This is also what he is most worried about.
Although the commander of the legion helped him win many battles, Jin Ya also admitted that he would not have won so smoothly without Dillon's help, but he still didn't dare to hand over the command to those people, because he was worried that they would be out of his control.
Even if his brain was dull, he could still sense it.
The bond between the former officers of the legion was much closer than the bond between himself and other thousand men and centurions.
That loyalty was something he had never seen on his own faces.
Once Dillon took control of the command, as long as he replaced the centurions and thousand men with his original subordinates, it would only take a few minutes to replace himself.
Originally, the plunderers believed in the law of the jungle, and the strong were respected. Not to mention that now the Ya clan, two-thirds of them are outsiders who joined them halfway, and they have no loyalty to themselves.
However...
This thought only stayed in Jin Ya's mind for two seconds.
He soon realized that the frontline troops he sent to Songlinyu were not equipped with indirect firepower such as 100mm artillery.
In this way, there were only two possibilities.
Either the New Alliance had created a super cannon that could effectively strike targets 20 kilometers or even 30 kilometers away.
Or they pushed the artillery positions to Songlinyu, or even to the north of Songlinyu...
Whichever possibility it was, it was undoubtedly bad news for him.
After several hours of long waiting, if it weren't for the occasional sound of artillery outside and the boredom in his heart, Jin Ya, who was sitting in the chair, couldn't help but doze off.
Just then, footsteps were finally heard outside, and the confidant who was sent by him to gather intelligence ran in hurriedly.
Seeing the expression on the confidant's face and the evasive gaze, Jin Ya's heart trembled, and he had vaguely guessed something.
But he still didn't expect it.
The real situation was far worse than he had imagined...
"Songlinyu was occupied by the New Alliance?!"
How is this possible!!
After listening to the report from his confidant, Jin Ya suddenly stood up from his chair, wanting to grab the man's collar and ask again.
"Where are the five thousand-man teams stationed there?!"
The confidant's forehead was pressed against the ground, and his voice trembled.
"All gone..."
The chair made a creaking sound under the heavy load.
Jin Ya, who slumped back in his chair, had a series of complex expressions that were difficult to describe, such as fear, suspicion, and disbelief, in his wide eyes.
Twenty-seven tanks!
Fifty anti-aircraft vehicles!
This was almost the entire family of the Ya clan!
In order to deal with those small planes, Jin Ya almost gave all the 10mm heavy machine guns that could be connected in series to the craftsmen in the tribe for modification.
But now someone told him that all of these were...
Gone?
"..."
Faced with this bleak reality, Jin Ya fell into a long silence in bewilderment.
He still remembered that before setting off, Dillon promised him solemnly that he could take over the industrial zone and farmland of Dawn City at the cost of at most ten tanks.
Using limited equipment in exchange for unlimited supplies, this deal is a sure win.
But now, let alone Dawn City, they haven't even seen the shadow of Qingshi County, and the shells have even fallen into their nest!
The teeth that closed gradually made a creaking sound, and Jin Ya's chest gradually began to rise and fall, squeezing out a series of angry curses from his teeth.
"This group of useless people who are more likely to cause trouble than to do good!"
"Where is Dillon?!"
"Where is that idiot now?"
"Let him roll over to see me!"
Listening to the series of roars as loud as thunder, the confidant who knelt on one knee trembled, not daring to breathe, for fear of being angered, and spoke in a trembling voice at a rapid speed.
"Little, little I don't know... We saw the army of the New Alliance near the col on the north side of Songlinyu. They set up artillery there and stationed many people. There were also patrolling scouts in the nearby woods."
"Thinking that you were still waiting for us to go back and report the news, we didn't dare to take the risk of getting too close, so we thought about searching for the fleeing soldiers nearby, but we didn't find any."
Hearing this, Jin Ya, who was furious, suddenly felt a thump in his heart.
A drop of cold sweat unconsciously slid down his forehead, and even the anger burning in his chest was extinguished a little.
No one escaped? !
This means that the New Alliance wiped out his entire five thousand-man teams in a short period of time...
And they were protected by countless armors.
The centurions and confidants around him looked at each other, exchanging the fear and surprise in each other's eyes in silence.
At this time, a centurion spoke.
"The Sixin District is a swamp, and the underground areas are all flooded. It is impossible to build anti-artillery caves here, and the surface bunkers cannot withstand continuous bombardment... I suggest moving to a place a little further north."
"North? Do you want us to fight the guerrillas for the caves?"
"The guerrillas are in the east!"
"What's the difference? The underground tunnels in this city are all the same. They are familiar with the terrain there. If we hide in them, we will die! Besides, how can more than 20,000 people hide in them?!"
At this time, someone suddenly mentioned it.
"Or... let's retreat to the north. Anyway, there is no money in Xizhou City, so just throw this rotten land to the New Alliance."
Hearing this, many people showed expressions of approval on their faces.
"That makes sense..."
"Indeed, there are only rats here, endless guerrillas, and endless paratroopers."
"...and air strikes."
"At worst, we can go east, meet up with the Snake Clan, and go around to the eastern provinces..."
Some people didn't speak, and looked at their leader cautiously.
However, at this moment, Jin Ya suddenly slammed the table.
"Enough!"
"Shut up!"
"If anyone dares to mention retreat again, I will cut off his tongue and feed it to the dogs!"
The room was silent.
Looking at his subordinates who shut their mouths and didn't speak, Jin Ya slowly calmed down his anger and heavy breathing.
He admitted that he didn't have Dillon's command ability, but that didn't mean he was stupid.
Retreat?
There was no possibility of retreat!
Not to mention that all the spoils and slaves had to be left here, once he retreated, it meant admitting the defeat of the Ya Clan.
Those foreign tribes attracted by his reputation will soon abandon him and leave, set up their own camps, or go back to where they came from.
After crossing the Tianshui tributary, at most there will be more than 10,000 left out of the 20,000 people. Anyway, it will be a loss of personnel, so it is better to reduce them on the battlefield and fight to the death with the new alliance!
He still has more than 20,000 people.
If he really fights in the streets, he may not have no chance of winning!
Looking at his subordinates who closed their mouths and dared not speak, Jin Ya shouted angrily and ordered.
"Take your subordinates and spread them around the city for me, and keep an eye on every window and every building! Since those despicable and shameless moles dare to come to us, let them try!"
"As for the shelling and bombing... let them waste their shells. I want to see how many shells they have!"
No one dared to resist, let alone say anything.
Even if they were complaining in their hearts, they could only bow their heads and agree at this time.
Watching the figures who left one after another and disappeared at the door, Jin Ya slowly relaxed his tense muscles and shoulders and leaned back on the chair.
Looking up at the ceiling that was shaking in the roar of artillery fire, a hint of madness appeared on his face.
Come on!
Let me see!
Who has more people and whose knife is faster!
…
"This fireworks are really beautiful..."
On the half-collapsed high-rise building.
Fang Chang, holding a telescope in his hand, was standing in the rain and looking west, with a faint smile on his face.
As for Lao Bai, who was standing not far from him, he was comparing the map and keeping in touch with the artillery group of the Goblin Corps through VM and a headset with a camera.
"Correct the point where the shells landed 500 meters to the northwest... Don't worry, I've recorded it all and will send it to you when I'm offline."
Just this afternoon, the New Alliance pushed the artillery unit from Qingshi County to the col five kilometers north of Songlinyu, and included the entire urban area from the south to the west of Xizhou City in the coverage of indirect firepower.
The bombardment officially started at nine o'clock.
With the cooperation of the Burning Corps, the artillery group of the Goblin Corps launched rounds of ground fire attacks on the key outposts and fortifications built by the Ya Clan in the Sixin District.
However, firing artillery is a very boring thing.
Especially since the "Hummingbird" has not been deployed yet, let alone watching the explosion, you can't even hear the sound of a shell exploding.
If you want to know the hit effect, either listen to the front-line players' oral description on the radio, or you can only wait until you are offline and let your good brothers upload the video to the official website.
"These looters are quite smart. They know how to turn off the lights." Ye Shi said in surprise, looking at the flames that were extinguished one after another in the distance.
Lao Bai answered briefly.
"It's normal. Indirect firepower at ultra-long distances requires guidance from front-line troops, reporting the coordinates of the bombardment and the point where the shells landed, and constantly correcting the firing parameters. They can guess that we are reporting coordinates nearby, but they just don't know where we are."
It's better to say.
These people only reacted now.
It seems that Dillon's failure has dealt a heavy blow to the prestige of those "staff officers" in the tribe.
Normally, when the first shell fell, they should have realized the problem and put out all the open flames on the position.
"Stop talking nonsense, it's time to work," Kuangfeng, who was carrying a bunch of wires and loudspeakers, patted Ye Shi on the shoulder, "Come and help me."
...
The camp is more than ten kilometers away.
The players standing near the 100mm artillery are studying the targets of the next round of bombardment.
In the past few hours, they have fired more than a dozen rounds, pouring nearly two hundred 100mm grenades towards the Sixin District.
At the same time, in a tent not far from the artillery position, a prisoner wearing headphones was sitting in front of a recording device, nervously reading the manuscript in his hand.
"...I am the centurion Wabu under the Xiongya account, from the Bugera Free State. I originally had a decent job, but I was confused and greedy and was deceived to come here."
"I confess my past crimes, and I hope that those who are from the Bugera Free State or other regions like me can wake up in time... There is no fertile land flowing with milk and honey ahead, only rivers of blood and mountains of corpses."
"Wake up, how long have we stayed in Xizhou City? How many brothers have died in meaningless battles? Sleeping with rats, cutting meat from corpses to fill our stomachs... How many times have we not had a decent lunch? How long will we be deceived by that fat pig sitting on a pile of human bones?"
Reading this.
The more Wabu thought about it, the more he felt wronged.
When he was in the Bugera Free State before, he could at least drink twice a day, but since he came to Xizhou City, let alone drink, he almost lost his human appearance.
Emotions surged in his heart, and he couldn't help but raise his voice.
"... plunderers of Xizhou City, the army of the New Alliance is already at the gates of the city, and the sound of the artillery last night was the final ultimatum!"
"Your chief of staff Dillon has been killed, and the centurions such as Xiongya have surrendered. In front of the planes and artillery of the New Alliance, you have no chance of winning. The outcome of this war has long been determined, and surrender is your only way out!"
"The New Alliance does not kill prisoners of war, and treats prisoners who surrender voluntarily with preferential treatment. As long as you have leaflets, whether you go to find the local guerrillas or come to the south to find the patrol team of the New Alliance directly, the Alliance promises with credibility that we will guarantee your safety."
"If someone is stubborn-"
"Then use death to pay for the sin!"
After reading the manuscript in his hand.
Wabu turned back tremblingly and looked at the azure power armor standing at the entrance of the tent.
"Respected, respected sir, I have finished reading the manuscript you gave me... May I ask if you have any other instructions? Your most loyal servant is willing to serve you."
That face was full of flattery and fawning.
However, Chu Guang ignored him, just looked at the soldier standing beside him and said briefly.
"Take it down and watch it."
The soldier looked serious and saluted.
"Yes!"
After that, there was a tank commander. Chu Guang also prepared a manuscript for him, mainly to read to the former officers of the legion.
Once the news of Dillon's disastrous defeat in Songlinyu spread, the status of those officers in the Bone Chewing Tribe would inevitably plummet.
These people are also targets of rebellion.
Even if they are not rebellious, they can still be eye drops.
After the H-1 flies over and drops leaflets tomorrow, the more than a dozen loudspeakers deployed by the Burning Corps near the Sixin District will broadcast the recording of persuasion to surrender continuously during the intervals of artillery bombardment.
After Wabu was taken away, a man with bandages all over his body was brought in.
His name was Bagro, and he was a tank commander. Surprisingly, this guy actually jumped out before the tank was blown up.
Of course, what surprised Chu Guang even more was that this guy was not Dillon's subordinate, nor did he belong to the 210,000th team.
Instead, he came from the 140,000th team of the Legion Expeditionary Force - a corps built by armored units such as tanks and infantry fighting vehicles.
Looking at the recording device, Bagro had already guessed what the man in power armor in front of him was going to ask him to do, so he said very straightforwardly.
"Do I need to perform myself or read the script?"
Chu Guang pointed to the table next to him with his chin.
"The script is there, you can also perform yourself first, and then read it again according to the script. But before that, I want to ask you something."
Bagro stopped walking towards the recording device.
"What is it."
Chu Guang looked at him with interest.
"Did you guys make an appointment?"