Chapter 427 A storm sweeping across the desert!

The night was dark.

In the southeast of Luoxia Province, twelve "Orca" transport planes were speeding across the endless desert, raising billowing smoke and dust behind them, and moving quickly towards the direction of Oasis No. 9.

In order not to be discovered by the Legion, the flight altitude of this aviation formation was very low, and the distance from the ground was even less than 50 meters.

Although the pale blue arc was not as obvious as the air column of a fuel plane, it was flying in the cloudless night sky, and anyone on the ground could see it as long as they had eyes.

Not to mention that the Legion also had planes and radars. Although the technical content was not high, it did not mean that there was no threat.

Especially after realizing that the enterprise had joined the war.

They were bound to send more air defense equipment and more anti-armor weapons to the front line, and even use the weapons inventory that had been sealed for a hundred years.

As long as they were not stupid.

At first, when the captain of the enterprise's transport team heard Chu Guang's plan, he refused to execute it. After all, they were just a logistics team and had not received an order to enter the war zone.

Without air superiority or even fighter escort, sending a transport plane without combat capability to the front line is tantamount to playing with the lives of pilots.

Even if they want to do this, they must get the approval of the enterprise's armed forces.

However, the opportunity for war is fleeting. The information exchange between the alliance and the Lion Kingdom depends on pigeons, and the information exchange with the enterprise depends on airplanes.

By the time the enterprise's armed forces approved it, the opportunity was gone.

Fortunately, Yi Chuan and Wu Mu helped a little. After much persuasion, they persuaded the stubborn transport captain to turn a blind eye and allow the aviation formation to make an exception on the way back - crossing the border of Luoxia Province.

However, they must be extremely careful.

Not to mention the loss of a plane or something, even if there is an extra bullet hole in the aircraft shell, it is difficult for them to explain to the logistics department of the armed forces.

As for the pilots, they don't need to do much ideological work. When they heard that they were going to Luoxia Province, the young men cheered excitedly.

The war mobilization of Ideal City had already begun before the battle of Ruigu City broke out.

Those guys who drove the transport planes came to the front line with passion and couldn't wait to fight with those big noses.

Especially after watching that video.

In the cabin.

The construction site boy and the brick lying by the window wanted to stick their heads into the window to see what the legendary "artificial oasis" looked like.

It is said that Oasis No. 9 is the largest oasis in Luoxia Province, and the total area of ​​100,000 square kilometers is equivalent to a "Zhejiang Province".

However, the flight altitude was too low.

He could only see a rough outline in the night, and as for what was hidden behind the lush horizon, he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Gan! Why don't we fly higher?"

Hearing this complaint, the debt-ridden man sitting in the seat next to him rolled his eyes.

"Are you worried that others don't know you're coming?"

Hearing the two people's conversation, other players nearby also joined the topic.

"We haven't entered Oasis No. 9 yet, right? The Legion's anti-aircraft guns won't be able to hit here, right?"

"That's hard to say. Maybe there are anti-aircraft missiles on the other side, but they can't be used to attack ordinary survivor settlements."

"Is there a possibility that the map over there hasn't been made yet?"

"That makes sense!"

"Not necessarily, that's A Guang! With A Guang's meticulousness, he must have finished it, but he just hid it and didn't show it to you!"

"I'm so ruthless!"

There was no trace of nervousness in that "hearty" laughter. The co-pilot in the cockpit looked back and couldn't help but admire him.

They are indeed the elite of the Alliance!

It's hard not to respect this spirit of facing death.

At this moment, the players sitting in the cabin are all good brothers of the Death Corps for 200 yuan.

But now the equipment they carry is far more than 200 silver coins.

Even more than 20,000 silver coins!

The "Pioneer I" military exoskeleton alone is worth 12,000 Cr, which is three times the miner series exoskeleton!

Not to mention the infantry support weapons and individual heavy equipment carried in the cabin.

Considering that the Death Corps had experience in desert warfare, Chu Guang thought again and again and gave this glorious and arduous task to the edge.

This operation is not only to help the allies share the pressure in the north and block the legion from getting supplies from the north of the Valley Province, but also to test the new equipment imported by the alliance from the enterprise, so the equipment invested can be said to be quite luxurious.

It's just a complete set of power armor!

And because they are fighting away from the logistics supply line, each of them carries 2.5 times the baseline ammunition, and everyone's face is eager to try.

Having never fought such a rich war, Edgewater was so excited that he had been staring at the map carefully since he got on the plane, repeatedly studying the battle plan written next to the map, and preparing to give those ghosts from the west coast a grand fireworks show.

This was an opportunity he had finally snatched from the spring, so he couldn't let the managers and the alliance down!

The air formation crossed a cliff.

The co-pilot came over with two cups of black tea and handed one of them to the corps leader "Edgewater".

"Would you like a cup, friend?"

I have to say that the company's technology is really good.

When flying close to the ground at high speed, there was no air flow vibration at all, and the tea in the cup didn't spill at all.

Edgewater took the cup and took a look.

"Thank you... Can you change me a cup of boiled water?"

Seeing the hesitation in his eyes, the co-pilot smiled and said.

"Don't worry, after the de-alkali treatment, this tea will only have a refreshing effect, and will not make you want to go to the toilet more."

Hearing this, Bianbianhuashui finally felt relieved, raised his head and drank it all, and returned the cup to the first officer in his surprised eyes.

If the situation is optimistic, the battle will end before dawn, but they still have to stay outside for a while.

It won't hurt to drink more water.

Seeing that the leader of the alliance had a calm expression on his face, without any tension behind the enemy, the first officer couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and talked to him in a casual tone.

"It seems that you already have a plan?"

Bianbianhuashui said casually.

"Of course, the command center formulated a combat plan overnight. We will launch an attack from the north of the military base... cooperate with the friendly forces launching the sheep attack in the south to capture the opponent's ammunition depot. If everything goes well, our friendly forces can get a batch of legion equipment, and we can cut off their supply in the north."

The first officer nodded.

"It's a pity that we haven't fought such a large-scale battle for a while, so we can't help you create a greater advantage... You can only rely on you to handle this tough battle."

Bianbian Piaoshui grinned and closed the map with the battle plan in his hand.

"It doesn't matter, it's enough!"

After chatting for a few words, the co-pilot turned back to the cockpit.

Not long after, the captain's reminder came from the radio.

"We are about to cross the sandstorm area, and there will be strong airflow impacts. You'd better return to your seats and fasten your seat belts."

"If you don't want to get injured before getting off the plane."

Hearing the NPC's reminder, the players left the window one after another, returned to their seats and sat down, fastening their seat belts.

Almost half a minute after the broadcast voice fell, the fuselage of the plane began to shake violently, and the sound of yellow sand whistling came through the cabin wall.

The sandstorm in Luoxia Province contains a small amount of iron oxide, which can cause certain interference to electromagnetic waves and can effectively avoid active reconnaissance methods such as radar and infrared heat source detection.

They are now very close to the front line.

Must be extremely careful.

…

Following the edge of the sandstorm, the air formation moved in an arc, circled a large circle, and landed on the back of a sand dune on the north side of Oasis No. 9.

The hatch slammed heavily on the ground, splashing rolling dust. Fully armed soldiers, carrying rifles on their backs, carried a one-meter-wide box in groups of two and quickly ran out of the cabin.

"Land! Hurry!"

In just one minute, all equipment and personnel had been deployed under the urging of paddling on the edge.

The pale blue arc blew downwards and began to gradually increase the output power. The high-speed airflow carried the heated sand to the surroundings.

Intermittent voices came from the communication channel.

"...The transport planes are about to return... Good luck to the soldiers of the alliance!"

"Got it, and I wish you a safe return!"

The twelve transport planes came and went quickly. After completing the deployment, they did not stay here for a moment, and immediately started the engine and returned in the direction they came from.

Time is life.

Bianbianhuashui also did not delay, and immediately called on the brothers in the corps to unload the equipment and supplies in the boxes.

Due to limited transportation capacity, 12 "Orca" transport planes can only deliver half a thousand-man team to the target area, so he only brought the top 500 elites in the corps.

Although the advantage of numbers cannot be exerted, these brothers are enough!

Looking at the equipment deployed around and the exoskeleton on his body, Bianbianhuashui's heart was full of confidence.

"I thought we would just jump on their heads," the construction site boy and Zhuan said as they pushed a tricycle over, "So we're just riding this thing?"

The tires of the tricycle were widened to better suit the desert terrain, and there was a mortar in the rear box.

Another tricycle not far away had an even more exaggerated shape, with a bracket welded to the handlebars, on which a light machine gun was mounted.

120 modified folding tricycles, plus the quadcopter drones used by intelligence players, are all equipment produced by the Alliance.

The "Hellhound" quadruped robot not far away and the "Seagull" fixed-wing drone being assembled were imported from companies at great expense by the Alliance.

"Parachuting is okay, but do you want to be shot as a bird by a machine gun on the ground?"

He cursed with a smile, paddled at the edge of the water and looked at the dark crowd behind him, and said with a serious expression on his face.

"Attention, captains of all 100-man teams, take your brothers and equipment to the target assembly point and wait for the signal to attack!"

"Action!"

Everyone lowered their voices and answered in unison.

"Received!"

Except for Big Eye, who was responsible for operating the "Seagull" fixed-wing drone, he stayed with his team members.

The rest of the players boarded the tricycle, which was pedaled hard by a power-type animal, and moved towards the predetermined combat position.

Sitting on the edge of the tricycle, he took a deep breath and took out the map again to confirm the battle plan.

So far, everything has been going smoothly as planned, but for some reason he always feels uneasy.

Is it an illusion?

But he is a perception-type...

Just then, a sudden explosion came from a distance, breaking the silent night sky.

Everyone looked up and looked in the direction of the explosion, with surprise in their eyes.

"It's the military base of the mission target..." The construction site boy and Brick pedaled the tricycle hard, muttering in confusion, "Didn't we agree to start at midnight? Why did we move up early?"

They haven't arrived yet.

Without a radio, they can't communicate with the friendly forces and ask them what's going on.

Bianbianhuashui frowned, and suddenly thought of something, his face changed slightly.

"What time is it written in the plan brief at midnight?"

"What time? Of course it's the time of Luoxia Province--" The construction site boy and Brick came back to their senses in an instant, and said in a daze, "Fuck, they didn't use the alliance time?!"

The Alliance's Army Command would never make such a low-level mistake. When using time zones, they would definitely use symbols to mark the combat plan at the same time, and make corresponding conversions to ensure that the execution time of the plan is accurate.

There is only one explanation for this error, that is, the friendly command had a deviation when conveying instructions to the lower-level troops, and mistakenly understood it as the alliance time...

Or there is a traitor inside the Lion Kingdom, who did not have time to transmit the intelligence back to the Falcon Kingdom, and could only use the trick of tampering with the order to interfere with the execution of the plan.

Regardless of the situation, the result is that the two sides "swapped" time zones, causing the battle to be advanced by an hour!

Damn!

This is a rip-off!

Without time to laugh or cry, Bianhuashui made a prompt decision, pressed the button of the communicator and said loudly.

"Attention, all teams!"

"Friendly forces opened fire in advance, and the friendly forces' positions were determined to be exposed in advance... Activate Plan C and continue to execute."

"Action!"

...

Time went back to dozens of minutes ago.

In the desert shrouded in night.

A man in a khaki cloak was crawling on the edge of the sand dune, holding a telescope in his hand, looking at the campfire looming in the distance.

His name is Yad Honey Badger, the eldest son of the Honey Badger royal family, and also the marshal of the Honey Badger Kingdom Restoration Army.

The beard hanging on his chin is as thick as a broom. Whether it is the angular face or the strong physique, it is very similar to his father.

This is exactly the opposite of his younger brother Summer Honey Badger.

Looking at the time on the watch, Yad patiently enjoyed the last tranquility of the night, and his thoughts could not help but drift away with the evening breeze.

About two months ago.

With the support of the Legion, the Falcon Kingdom launched a surprise attack on the Honey Badger Kingdom and occupied the entire kingdom in just one week.

His father died in the battle to defend the capital, and he led the remaining troops and withdrew to the territory of the Lion Kingdom with his brother and sister. With the support of the Lion Royal Family, he reorganized the organization and recruited refugees from Oasis No. 3 to form a restoration army.

Originally, according to his plan, he intended to launch a counterattack at the end of the year to take back the royal territory from the Falcon Kingdom.

However——

The vicious "vulture" did not give them time to prepare.

At the same time when the condemnation letters of the three kingdoms were sent to the Falcon Kingdom, the Falcon Kingdom did not take a breath, and then marched eastward, aiming the spearhead of the attack at the Lion Kingdom that took them in.

The situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

As the overlord of the desert, the Lion Kingdom is much stronger than the Falcon Kingdom, but the other side has tightened its belt for more than ten years to prepare for war. In addition, with the support of the legion, the size of the standing army is larger than that of the Lion Kingdom.

And because the Honey Badger Kingdom was blocking the way, the Lion Kingdom did not have to face the threat from the west of the Great Desert, so it can be said that it was unprepared.

Now...

The arrogant kings finally paid the price for their stupidity and compromise.

They hoped to feed the beast by sacrificing a lamb, but forgot that it was a jackal that could not be fed at all.

In less than a month, the war spread from Oasis No. 3 to Oasis No. 9. The battle line was advancing so fast that the Falcon's guns were less than 100 kilometers away from the Lion's capital.

Humpback Kingdom and Golden Lizard Kingdom were frightened by the fierce attack of Falcon Kingdom, and even the old desert overlord was powerless to fight back. They had already sent the declaration of war, but they dared not to send troops.

Facing the coalition forces of Falcon Kingdom and Legion alone, the situation of Lion Kingdom was extremely dangerous.

In order to mobilize all forces to defend the capital, the guerrillas active in the north have retreated to the south and gathered towards the flag of Prince Winter, trying to rely on the solid offensive and defensive bunkers to drag down Falcon Kingdom.

In Yade's view, this idea is as naive as dreaming.

Never taking the initiative to attack means that you will never have the initiative. Once the guerrillas in the north withdraw to the defense line, it means that the troops of Falcon Kingdom and Legion on the northern line can move forward freely without worrying about the safety of the supply line.

And it is even more ridiculous to expect to drag down these jackals.

Regardless of the fact that the Falcon Kingdom has been preparing for this day for more than ten years, the treasures looted from Oasis No. 3 alone are enough for them to obtain sufficient supplies from the east until the Lion Kingdom bleeds dry...

However, the situation has taken a turn for the better.

Perhaps it was the effect of Summer's diplomatic mediation that the overlord of the southern part of the Valley Province finally realized the threat from the west and sent troops to the desert with the support of the enterprise.

The target is the military base located in the north of Oasis No. 9, which is said to be an important supply hub for the northern front of the Falcon Kingdom.

If this military base can be captured, it will not only thwart the offensive plan of the Falcon Kingdom's northern line troops, but also have the hope of cutting off the supply line from the northern part of the Valley Province.

Unfortunately, the Lion Kingdom has no soldiers available in the north, and after a quarrel, the ball was kicked to him.

Prince Winter hopes that the Restoration Army of the Honey Badger Kingdom will replace the 12th and 13th thousand-man teams originally planned to go to the target area to cooperate with friendly forces in the attack.

This plan is quite risky.

The target military base is located behind the Legion's front line, which means they will not receive any support.

Once they are held back by the enemy and the enemy's troops arrive, they are likely to be wiped out.

Moreover, even if the enemy's reinforcements do not arrive, this mission is quite difficult.

The elite of the Legion are stationed there.

Yade, who had fought against the Legion in Oasis No. 3, knew better than anyone how strong the elite combat power of the Legion was.

Obviously, Prince Winter did not want his subordinates to suffer losses for no reason, so he proposed to let the Restoration Army of the Honey Badger Kingdom take over as a reward for the Lion Kingdom's raising them for more than a month.

Yade could actually refuse to execute this almost suicidal order, but after some thought, he finally agreed.

After all, this is probably the opportunity his sister has exchanged for her own happiness...

Plus, the overlord in the southern part of the Valley Province promised to hand over the captured supplies to the Lion Kingdom, and he could take this opportunity to keep the captured equipment for himself.

Anyway, those tanks will only be driven into trenches and buried in the soil by those cowards as turrets in the hands of the Lion Kingdom. It is better to use them to arm his loyal subordinates.

The Restoration Army needs those equipment.

Whether it is to recover lost territory or to ensure an independent status!

For this reason, Yade almost brought all the elites of the Restoration Army, put together a full team of 1,000 people, and personally brought them here.

At present...

At least the intelligence is fine.

Yade took out a map from his arms, shook the sand on it, and spread it on the ground.

He stretched out his index finger and wandered along the markings on the map for a while, and finally stopped on a red circle and clicked, and he muttered softly.

"...It's here."

Next to Yade, a middle-aged man with wrinkles on his face said in a low voice.

"Are we going to launch an attack?"

His name is Kraf, who was once the captain of the Kingdom's Guards, and is now the captain of the Restoration Army, and the most courageous and capable general under Yade.

"Well," Yade nodded, pointed his index finger on the map, glanced at the camp shrouded in the night in front of him, and continued in a low voice.

"Our friendly forces will launch an attack on the north side of the base, and before that we need to attract firepower on the south side to create a window for our friendly forces to attack."

An officer couldn't help but say.

"Do we have friendly forces?"

Yade said in an unwavering voice.

"The Alliance will support us, they have made a promise!"

Except for Kraf's face, which did not change, the other officers around him looked at each other and fell into silence.

Alliance...

This is the north of Oasis No. 9.

Even if we cross the northern front of the Falcon Kingdom, it would take more than 800 kilometers to get here in a straight line from the alliance.

The battle plan was formulated two days ago. How could we get here in two days?

In the eyes of many people, they might have been sold out by Prince Winter or others.

There are no friendly forces at all.

Not everyone in the Lion Kingdom sympathizes with them like the Lion Royal Family. In the eyes of many ministers and nobles, it is because they took them in that the kingdom was brought to war.

Those people wished they would die immediately, and use their bodies to delay the Legion's offensive on the northern front, to buy time for mobilizing the forces of other kingdoms and the intervention of external forces...

Perhaps the kings in the desert will eventually win.

But they will die here.

Yade looked back at his subordinates and read the pessimism in their eyes.

After a moment of silence, he said in a calm voice.

"I know what you are thinking, but now is not the time to think about those things."

"We only have one chance left. The only thing we can do now is to believe, believe in our compatriots and brothers and sisters, believe in our brothers and sisters... believe that justice will eventually defeat evil."

"Even if we can't survive to the end, our blood will eventually soak the yellow sand, and our souls will be immortal. We fought to the end under the watchful eyes of the spirit of the sea of ​​sand."

The eyes of the children were rewritten with determination.

No face could see doubt anymore.

"The spirit of the sea of ​​sand will be with me."

Pressing his palm on his forehead, Yade got up from the ground and returned to the reverse slope of the sand dune, gently patting his subordinates on the shoulders.

"Go, warriors of the kingdom, dig trenches through your chest, load your rifles, and set up our 'cannons' - show those ugly demons a little color."

"Even if this place is where we are buried today, don't let our allies look down on us!"

...

A few kilometers away, sporadic lights were on in the camp.

The sentry standing on the watchtower couldn't help yawning, counting how much time was left before the shift change.

This is Camp 350, the logistics transit base of the Northern Army Group.

Although the strategic value here is so important that General Griffin sent heavy troops to guard it, the soldiers stationed here have not fought a single battle so far.

The only thing they can do every day is to bathe in the sand or stare at the cactus in the distance.

Compared to wasting their lives here, they would rather go to the front line, at least they have the opportunity to shoot.

Instead of just talking to the sand to kill time like now.

At this moment, there was a sudden explosion of rocks in the distance, which startled the sentry on duty and he squatted behind the guardrail subconsciously.

Before he could come to his senses, gas tanks with white smoke drew five thick parabolas in the air and fell heavily into the camp.

"Boom!"

With the loud sound of landslides, five balls of fire exploded in the silent military base.

The piercing alarm sounded, and the sleeping soldiers got up from their beds and carried their equipment to the battle position to assemble.

Putting the helmet on his head, a centurion walked to the side of the sentry post, grabbed a sentry, and asked with spit flying.

"What happened just now!"

The sentry should be a newcomer, standing at attention nervously and speaking quickly.

"Report! It's the guerrillas' homemade cannon!"

The homemade cannon made of gas tanks is very common in Luoxia Province, second only to the cast iron cannon that needs a broom to clean the rifling.

Generally speaking, the residents in the desert will put some explosives made of white sugar in iron cans, and then mix some nails or sand in it. Although the power of this bomb is not as strong as RDX or T-T, it is cheaper and easier to make. A small workshop can make a lot of them.

The oasis in Luoxia Province is not short of food, especially sugarcane for sugar production.

A "gas tank" bomb with a charge of 500 kilograms will make even the Conqueror tank panic.

Of course, the premise is that it hits the top cover of the turret...

The soldiers of the legion are well-trained after all, and they quickly recovered from the initial panic.

Two teams of 10 had already run into the mortar shelters, and based on the approximate direction of the firepower observed by the sentry tower, they launched counterattacks.

Awakened by the thunderous sound of the artillery, the commander of the thousand-man team, Piman, quickly put on his clothes and walked out of the barracks.

Having roughly guessed what had happened, he was not panicked, and calmly called a centurion and gave him an order.

"The shells came from the south, about 5 kilometers away, take your people to show those guys some color!"

"Yes!"

The centurion who received the order stood at attention and saluted neatly, then ran to the military camp next to him without delay and called his men to go.

Looking at the direction he left, Piman's brows relaxed slightly, and he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

Just a guerrilla force.

Not worth his attention.

The five gas tanks looked powerful and the sound was loud, but in fact, no one was hurt. They just blew up a few sandbags.

The explosion-proof shelters placed in the camp greatly limited the spread of shock waves and explosion fragments in the vertical plane, and most of the power went up to the sky in a cone.

The incident of a heavy artillery shelling a whole hundred-man team could only happen to the Kingdom Army of the Lion Kingdom.

Even the followers trained by them knew how to save themselves to the maximum extent during the bombardment.

The only thing that Piman couldn't figure out was...

With so many military bases, why did the people of the Lion Kingdom choose this one?

Was it a coincidence?

Or was the intelligence leaked...

At this time, an officer in military uniform was walking towards this side quickly with an annoyed look on his face.

Piman knew that guy. He was the deputy of the chief of logistics of the Northern Army Group. His name was Antoinet. He came here to inspect the work two days ago.

At the same time, he checked the inventory in the warehouse.

This guy was very cautious, even to the point of being neurotic. He had to open every box and check it, as if no one cared about those bullets.

Piman noticed that he was not wearing a sock on his left foot, and there was a piece of dust on his left knee, which should be because he fell off the bed.

"What happened just now?" Antonette said angrily, "I need an explanation!"

Piman tried not to laugh and said comfortingly.

"It's just a small problem, a sneak attack by the guerrillas."

"Guerrillas? Didn't those people withdraw?" Antonette frowned.

"Maybe they are back, who knows." Piman patted the logistics officer on the shoulder and said with a calm smile, "Don't be nervous my friend, it's just a group of minions, it will be solved soon,"

Antonette stared at him warningly.

"I advise you to be more serious, the equipment stored in the warehouse is related to the next round of offensive plan of the entire northern front! If you delay General Griffin's plan, you know the consequences!"

Looking at the serious-looking logistics officer, Piman laughed.

"Don't worry, man. I know the consequences. My men will be very careful to catch those rats... But then again, for safety reasons, I have to trouble you and me to hide in the explosion-proof shelter for a while. Those barbarians are throwing stones in a rage and impotence. It would be too unfair if they hit us."

Antonette knew that it was useless to be anxious, so he nodded calmly and followed him to the explosion-proof shelter.

The loading speed of the gas tank shells was very slow, and the second round of shells did not come after several minutes.

On the contrary, in the legion camp, eight mortars were firing continuously. After sending three rounds of regional firepower to suppress the approximate position of the target, they immediately fired another round of flares into the air, lighting up a desert in the south into daylight.

The "Weasel" reconnaissance vehicle that set off first had already locked the source of the firepower.

Under the guidance of the vehicle commander, four 20mm heavy machine guns and eight 10mm machine guns deployed on the south side of the camp pointed to the sky and fired at the positions of the Restoration Army.

Tracers flashed in the night sky, and large-caliber bullets poured down from the sky like flowers from heaven, soaking the artillery positions scattered behind the sand dunes.

Gas tanks had just been placed on triangular brackets, and before they could be ignited, the gunners standing next to them were killed and injured in an instant.

Only a few experienced veterans rolled desperately into the bullet shelter on the side and barely saved their lives.

However, beyond-visual-range cross-fire was just the beginning.

With the assistance of the reconnaissance vehicle, the mortar team in the military base re-corrected the artillery coordinates and guided the counter-fire to accurately fall on the heads of the Restoration Army.

At the same time, a 100-man infantry team had completed its assembly, boarded four light tracked trucks in batches, and rushed forward in a mighty force.

They were dizzy from the continuous firepower bombardment.

Yade, squatting in the trench, raised his rifle and fired outward to resist, trying to suppress the four pairs of car lights coming from afar, and shouted loudly to his comrades beside him.

"Hold on!"

"Defend this place at all costs!"

"Your Highness, their firepower is too strong!" A centurion squatting not far away, his hoarse roar was filled with a hint of despair.

Whether it was the density or power of the firepower, the military base five kilometers away exceeded their expectations.

In just ten minutes...

The artillery position was completely wiped out, and the infantry casualties had exceeded a hundred. The situation was extremely critical, but the support of friendly forces had not arrived yet.

Yade clenched his teeth, and his fists with bulging veins wanted to crush the grip of the rifle.

"You have to hold on for me!"

Without sufficient supporting firepower and reliable anti-armor means, they can only squat here and passively take the beating.

But even so, he is still willing to believe in the one in ten thousand possibility.

Their allies will not betray him, and the alliance's reinforcements have arrived here!

And then it's time for them to counterattack!

Even if he took a step back and it was his bet that was wrong, Prince Winter deceived him, and the alliance's reinforcements did not exist from the beginning...

Died on the way to the attack.

It's better than dying in a cowardly air-raid shelter!

Military base in the distance.

The sentinels on the watchtower looked at the fire in the distance and smacked their lips.

"Tsk tsk... I can already smell the smell of barbecue."

"Anyway, there's nothing valuable to find, so let those snorting beasts clean up the battlefield later."

"A whole team of a thousand people, they really dare to come and send it."

A sentry said with a smile.

"Who knows? Maybe he knew he couldn't win and wanted to take a gamble."

Another sentry shrugged and joked.

"It's a pity they picked the wrong person."

On the other side, in the concrete-reinforced anti-artillery bunker.

Knowing from the communication channel that the front-line troops were about to meet the enemy, Piman raised his arm and looked at his watch, estimating that the battle should be almost over.

Then, he looked at Antonette next to him and said in a joking tone.

"Let's make a bet."

"What bet?" Antonette replied absent-mindedly. He had been feeling uneasy since just now.

Why was it attacked here?

The timing was too coincidental.

And if it is assumed that the other side already knows the strategic value of this military base, the offensive strength they showed is a bit too perfunctory.

Excuse me for being blunt.

The combat effectiveness shown by those people is not much stronger than cannon fodder, just like being offered to them to bite.

Maybe he thought too much, but he couldn't think of any meaning of those people's attack except to die?

He didn't think there was anything wrong. Looking at Antonette with a frown on his face, Piman said with a beaming face.

"Let's bet... can my people get rid of the group of minions five kilometers away within five minutes."

Antonette raised his eyebrows and was about to say something, but suddenly a deafening explosion came from outside the explosion-proof shelter, and the shaking from the ground interrupted his thoughts.

Holding the wall, Antonette, who seemed to be unsteady, looked out of the observation window, but only saw the drifting smoke, but didn't see where the explosion happened.

He cursed angrily, hiding the subtle panic on his face.

"Damn, why is there a bomb here!"

Piman's face was also full of surprise, and soon the surprise gradually turned into a trace of panic, and his lips opened and closed and muttered softly.

"... No, that sound is definitely not the guerrillas' homemade artillery!"

There was no sign, and even the whistling of the shells breaking through the air could not be heard!

The two explosions sounded almost at the same time, and accurately destroyed his mortar position.

Obviously, it was not the firepower of the curved projection.

But it fell almost vertically from the air!

There are no planes in the Kingdom of Lions.

So there is only one possibility-

"What is that?" Antonette looked at him blankly, waiting for an answer.

However, Piman did not respond to his expectations, but rushed to the table like crazy and grabbed the phone on the table.

His index finger quickly dialed a few buttons, and his face no longer had an expression of ease, and he almost shouted with all his strength.

"... Call the front-line air command, this is the 530 military base, we are under air attack!"

"We need support here!"