Chapter 428 I have never fought such a prosperous war!

A ball of fire rose in the darkness.

When they saw the thick smoke rising from the direction of the military base, the soldiers of the Restoration Army crawling in the trenches opened their eyes wide in surprise.

Including Yade.

Including his subordinate Clough.

Also including the centurions struggling in despair.

The reconnaissance vehicle in the distance began to retreat, turning its head back to the direction of the military base.

The four trucks driving towards them stayed where they were.

The infantrymen who had already gotten off the vehicle could not move forward or backward, so they could only dig out simple foxholes on the spot, lie down in the foxholes, and engage in a firefight with the Restoration Army soldiers relying on the trenches.

Facts have proved that these evil ghosts with raised noses are not invincible.

After losing the firepower support from the rear, facing the Restoration Army soldiers who were several times their own, they soon fell into a bitter battle and suffered continuous casualties.

Looking at the column of smoke rising in the north, Yade's face was full of surprise, which soon turned into ecstasy.

He pulled off his scarf, tied it on his injured arm, and shouted excitedly to the soldiers behind him.

"It's reinforcements!"

"Our reinforcements are in front!"

"I said, they won't break their promise!"

North direction.

The military base of the legion was full of thick smoke.

Especially the artillery positions, which were given special attention and were blown up by the firepower from the sky, and it was a mess!

Piman, who was hiding in the anti-artillery bunker, shouted desperately at the communication channel, but there was no response except the sizzling sound of electricity.

Not only was the air command 100 kilometers away unable to communicate.

Even the 100-man team outside the military base could not be contacted, and the communications of the other combat units were intermittent. In the reports, without exception, they were all severely damaged and requested reinforcements.

Piman's face turned pale, he hung up the phone, and sat down on the chair limply.

Antonit looked at him with a sullen face, and sweat oozed from his forehead.

"What on earth is that?"

"It's metallic hydrogen... not just metallic hydrogen, but also EMP," Piman opened and closed his trembling lips, with a trace of panic on his face, "Our communication has been cut off."

Antonit's eyes widened when he heard this.

"EMP??? Metallic hydrogen?! How could the guerrillas have that kind of thing!?"

Piman swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty, "That's not a guerrilla... It's probably the company's plane."

The moment he heard the word "company", Antonit held his breath involuntarily, and a trace of panic began to appear in his eyes.

He heard General Griffin say this at the combat meeting half a month ago.

The Corps' eastward strategy has attracted the attention of the East Coast, including their occupation of the Pioneer, which obviously cannot be concealed from those people.

If they can't end this war in a short time, the enterprise is likely to get involved.

And by then.

This war will turn into a direct confrontation between the Legion and the Enterprise, and the ancient contract will be torn to pieces.

For a century...

This has never happened before.

At the same time, just above Piman and Antonette's heads, a drone with a bulb-shaped nose was hovering in the sky.

Its name is Seagull, from the distant east coast, with a unit price of 1.5 million Cr, and can carry 8 guided missiles and a 20mm aircraft cannon with 600 rounds of ammunition.

The communication equipment of the ground military base has been completely paralyzed by an EMP missile, and the command system of the Legion has suffered a heavy blow.

Although they had rehearsed the situation where the communication equipment could not be used, they obviously did not expect that they would be hit by EMP. The sudden attack caused chaos in the camp.

The tank soldiers quickly rushed to the garage, intending to drive out the tanks and anti-aircraft vehicles inside.

However, before they approached the garage, another missile fell from the sky.

The air-burst white phosphorus bombs were like fireworks blooming towards the ground, and the flickering smoke columns poured down from the sky, quickly turning the entire barracks near the garage into a living hell.

A soldier subconsciously raised his hand to block the dazzling white light, but his arm was accidentally scratched by the flying sparks.

Just like a match falling into an oil barrel, the weak flame instantly turned into a raging fire, and it expanded several times in just a few breaths, turning him into a fireman.

He fell to the ground, trying to take off his clothes, rolling in pain, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn't get rid of the shining flames... At this moment, any experience and skills were useless, and they could only wait for death in agony.

Screams came one after another, and the unextinguishable flames burned on the bodies of dozens of tank crew members.

Next to the garage, there was a pile of charred corpses lying crookedly on the ground, and soon even screams could not be heard.

Looking down at the ground through the drone's perspective, Debt Eyes couldn't help but smack his tongue.

"Oh my god... It's so miserable."

The missile just now killed at least 50 people.

Unless they have awakened special abilities, even awakened people will find it difficult to survive this hell.

Unable to bear to watch them suffer, Debt Eyes sighed in his heart and added another one.

White flames bloomed, and this time it was the northeast corner of the military base that turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The machine gun position covered with camouflage nets turned into a sea of ​​fire. Several machine gunners escaped from the sea of ​​fire, but were soon torn to pieces by the machine guns that fell from the sky.

Under the thermal imaging perspective, the heads of the people gathered together were as bright as light bulbs. Facing the firepower from top to bottom, there was nowhere to escape.

At the same time, the Death Corps, which was charging forward on three wheels, finally arrived at a new combat position.

The support team set up mortars and, under the guidance of the "Seagull" drone, launched fire suppression in the area near the military base garage to prevent the vehicle members of the corps from boarding the tanks.

On the other side, Team A, the vanguard, pedaled hard on the tricycle and rushed towards the northeast corner of the military base under the cover of the "Seagull" drone.

No batteries or engines are needed at all.

The power animals wearing the "Pioneer" exoskeleton are natural human motors. The strong men who pedaled on the tricycles almost made the tires smoke.

"Brothers, follow me!" Looking at the burning white light in front, Edge Paddling shouted excitedly, and then slapped the old man on the shoulder, "Faster! Faster!"

The young man and the brick on the construction site couldn't help complaining.

"My shoes are about to fall off! Damn, can't we just ride a motorcycle?"

Even a three-wheeled motorcycle will do!

Hearing his good brother's complaint, the excited Edge Swimming laughed heartily.

"It takes up too much space! It's better to bring more ammunition than that thing. The manager did ask me, but I refused directly!"

The construction site boy and the brick: "#@%$!"

Holding his breath, the construction site old man with the highest attribute rushed to the front.

Team A, led by Edge Swimming, was like a sharp spearhead, breaking through the outermost defense line of the northeast corner of the legion.

"Roar!"

A dull roar came.

I saw a gray-black mutant next to the sandbag bunker, holding a stick as tall as a person and sticking out of the bunker.

His eyes were bloodshot, and a heavy steel plate was hung on his chest. He looked like a baseball batter, stepping on a meteor and running towards the direction of the Death Corps.

However, before he got within ten meters, a 37mm armor-piercing incendiary bullet hit his chest, and the sparks shot through him.

That was the Alliance's heavy cavalry rifle!

Using the barrel of an anti-aircraft gun and shells of the same caliber, it was modified into an anti-material rifle!

The huge recoil almost knocked the player who fired the gun off the tricycle, but fortunately the power of riding the tricycle was strong enough to offset the recoil of the anti-material weapon with his legs.

"Haha, beautiful shot!" Bian Pashui couldn't help but shout, but soon he restrained his excitement and was 120% alert.

Although the outermost defense line had been breached, the real battle had just begun!

The soldiers still alive in the military base were all veterans who had experienced many battles.

They had already squatted behind the bunkers, ready to launch a counterattack at any time!

Not to mention the mutants!

These monsters, whose physical functions were so strong that they were unreasonable, were like human tanks.

The hundred-man team composed of mutant mercenaries could not wait any longer. When they saw those people rushing into the camp, they roared and rushed towards the direction of the Death Corps.

"Tear them apart!"

"Twist off their heads!"

"Roar——!"

The eyes of the children flashed with a desire for flesh and blood.

These beast-like monsters were not only able to use primitive weapons, but they could also shoot, use projectiles, and some small gadgets made by themselves, but their accuracy was slightly worse, but they still caused a lot of trouble for Team A, which was the vanguard.

Fortunately, at this time, Team C, which was responsible for cover, finally went around the sand dune slope on the north side and set up heavy machine guns and 37mm heavy cavalry rifles. The dark barrels and cannons were aimed at the mutant mercenaries.

"Fire!"

The roller shampooer lying on the sand dune roared and took the lead in launching the attack.

After receiving the captain's order to fire, everyone pulled the trigger and flames spurted out of the muzzles.

The thick tracer tore through the curtain of night, floating like willow catkins blown by the wind.

The mutant mercenaries who rushed out of the bunker and intended to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Death Corps were instantly killed and wounded, and their armor was torn into pieces, with blood, flesh and brains all over the ground.

Although their wounds can heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, it does not mean that their heads can still grow back after being blown into pieces.

Under the command of the drum shampooer, Team C, which operated the weapons, poured a rain of bullets towards the military base in a sea of ​​fire, covering Team A, which broke through the defense line first, and the two hundred-man teams that arrived later, and continued to advance into the military base.

"Everyone! Get off the car!"

The edge paddling with a roar, took the lead and jumped off the tricycle, calling on the leading players to form a formation, cover each other, and move forward on the blood of the sticky lake.

At the same time, above the night sky.

Just after Team C successfully completed the fire handover, the "Seagull" drone in the air had run out of ammunition and began to leave the battlefield to save power.

Next is the home court of the ground forces!

Five "Hellhound" unmanned vehicles, as strong as calves, followed Team A's footsteps and crossed the sandbag wall.

Although the size and load of this guy are not as good as the "A-1 Ground Weapon Platform" that was drawn by the strong wind, the huge amount of 1,000 12mm machine gun bullets and 24 60mm air-blast grenades still allow it to exert firepower comparable to that of an armored vehicle.

Under the control of the intelligence players, these five "Hellhounds" are like wolves rushing into a flock of sheep.

The triangular barrel rotates like a windmill, spewing out fierce firepower, and uses the rain of bullets pouring like a waterfall to weave an airtight net inside the camp, covering the infantry squad following closely behind to advance forward.

Not only that, the Y-2 "Butterfly Knife" quad-rotor drone produced by the alliance also assists the infantry in the attack.

Compared with the "Yellow Knife" with explosive packs tied to the face, the "Butterfly Knife" with improved power system and control system has stronger continuous support capabilities. In addition to the adjustable camera hanging under the fuselage, there is also a 5mm small-caliber shellless coaxial rifle hanging.

The drone can cooperate with the front-line troops to launch a pincer attack on the fixed bunker in the scenario of performing close-range observation tasks, and can also form a drone group to attack the enemy line from multiple angles like locusts.

It has a wide range of uses.

Facing the Death Corps dragged into the military base, the legion soldiers tried to organize resistance, but the close-range firepower of the opponent was too brutal!

Especially the saturation fire of drones on targets near the garage, which almost wiped out the crew members, and more than 50 tanks broke down in the garage before they even had time to start their engines.

Coupled with the preemptive strike of EMP weapons, the communication was interrupted.

Not to mention that the command center does not know what their situation is now, even the centurion Piman himself does not know how many people are still alive, where the centurions and decanters are, and what opponents they are fighting with.

Not only Piman did not expect it, but also the centurions and decanters fighting on the front line were also confused by this sudden change.

There was no way. The previous gas tank bombs were too confusing, making them mistakenly believe that the attack was just a few guerrillas. They only sent out a "Weasel" reconnaissance vehicle and four troop transports, and heavy equipment such as the Conqueror tank was not started at all.

Faced with the Death Corps armed to the teeth with firepower, the chaotic legion divisions could not even organize a full-strength team of 100 people, and could only fight in groups of ten or even smaller, surrounding the limited bunkers.

Their ammunition and morale could not last too long, especially after seeing the four-legged "Hellhound" and the "Yellow Bullet Knife" whistling overhead...

The fragile defense line retreated again and again, and finally became a pile of loose sand...

A legion soldier carrying a rocket launcher had just aimed at a hellhound, but before he could pull the trigger, an air-blast bomb exploded in his face, smashing half of his head.

He rushed to the edge of the front and paddled with the LD-47 rifle, shooting the legion soldier who was about to pick up the rocket launcher into a sieve.

The two agile players quickly went around to the side, and with a few bangs, they quickly cleared out the other riflemen behind the bunker.

A fire was burning in the distance.

The edge paddling water can feel that the thousand-man team stationed here has already put up a last-ditch effort.

Pointing his index finger at the communicator, he gave a loud order.

"Team B, occupy the garage! Prevent the enemy crew from entering the tank!"

"Team D and F continue to advance and capture the southern position! We still have a full-strength team of 100 people in the south. After occupying the machine gun fortress, immediately support our friendly forces!"

"Team A, follow me to attack the command post! Capture the enemy officers!"

"Action!"

The location of the command post has been marked on the map.

These are the intelligence that the battlefield brothers have exchanged for their butts, so they can't let them down!

Bian Pashui led his brothers and went straight to the command post of the military base.

The simple command post was empty, and it was obvious that they had moved to the nearby anti-artillery bunker.

A team of ten people guarded behind the low wall at the entrance of the anti-artillery bunker, trying to rely on the bunker to make a final struggle.

However, the player in charge of the attack did not give them a chance to see anyone, and did not say anything nonsense, and directly summoned a "Hellhound".

An airburst grenade hit the back of the bunker, and there was a bang. Then the three-sided gun barrel turned twice, and the ten-man team squatting at the entrance of the anti-artillery bunker was instantly crushed into a pile of meat paste by the fierce firepower.

Under the cover of supporting firepower, Bianbianhuashui personally led a ten-man team to approach the target.

A stun grenade was thrown into the anti-artillery bunker. With a flash of white light, he led several players beside him with a LD-47 rifle with a bayonet.

"Don't move!"

"Surrender immediately!"

"Hand over your guns and you won't be killed!"

It was still the same old three lines, and the construction site owner next to Bianbianhuashui shouted loudly.

One of the guards obviously didn't believe it, and raised his gun to fight back before he opened his eyes.

However, before he could aim, a burst of bullets swept into his chest.

The man groaned, and before he could even scream in pain, he fell to the ground like a rag.

Antonette pulled out his pistol and prepared to commit suicide, but before he could turn off the safety, he was hit on the wrist by a military shovel, and he let go with a cry of pain.

"Damn it--"

The edge paddled forward, kicked the gun beside him, grabbed his arm with one hand, twisted it with the backhand, and pressed his head on the table next to him.

Antonette struggled desperately, and just as he was about to curse, before he could utter two syllables, a military shovel chopped down on the side of his neck like an axe.

The cold touch and the sharp edge that was so close to him made Antonette's heart chill.

He was pressed on the table, his chest heaving violently, and he finally mustered the courage to commit suicide, but was beaten back by the black shovel.

Sometimes courage requires a little bit of passion.

He was not afraid of death and was ready to sacrifice for the Marshal. However, these people would not allow him to die easily. They would definitely torture him bit by bit with this shovel until all the information in his head was tortured out...

Thinking of this, Antonette could not help but tremble, and his pants got wet without noticing.

Thinking that this guy was still going to resist, Bianhuashui glared at him and held his hand harder.

"Be honest!"

The centurion Piman standing aside did not move from beginning to end. He just looked at the black mass of people and the guns in their hands rushing into the command post with a sullen face, and his heart was filled with despair.

"Pioneer I" exoskeleton.

He recognized these equipment.

There is no doubt that these are all people from the enterprise!

"Cuff these people!"

Bianhuashui looked at his teammates behind him and gave an order. The construction site boy and the brick took out the handcuffs without saying a word and walked towards the centurion.

Facing the soldiers walking towards him, Piman did not resist and stretched out his hands calmly.

"I surrender."

It's not shameful to lose to those guys on the East Coast.

These guys' equipment is so strong that they almost use tactical nuclear bombs.

And these people are morally clean, so the treatment of being captured by them is usually not bad...

At the same time, the battle in the south has also ended.

After clearing the machine gun positions and the legion soldiers next to the sentry tower, Team D quickly occupied the fixed weapons and vented firepower at the four trucks in the distance.

Facing the firepower that broke out at the same time, the legion's 100-man team sandwiched between the Restoration Army and the players quickly lost more than half of their casualties and lost their combat capability.

Seizing the opportunity, Yade immediately ordered to rush forward with a 100-man team and capture all the remaining enemies who had lost their will to resist.

On the other side, the "Weasel" reconnaissance vehicle that returned to the military base to support the infantry also had its engine blown up by the players' RPGs, and it broke down on the road, and the turret raised a white flag to surrender.

So far, this military operation spanning thousands of miles can basically be declared a victory. The military base was in a mess, with only sporadic gunshots and weak flames.

The Death Corps killed a total of 652 legionnaires, 121 mutant mercenaries, and captured more than 470 combat and non-combat personnel in the battle.

As for the casualties, this time, only 31 people died for the first time.

Moreover, this number also counts the players who were seriously injured and disabled and took the initiative to let their teammates "counterattack" themselves.

After hearing the results and losses reported by each team, Edgepad was also full of emotion in his heart.

Is this the power of silver coins?

As long as the equipment is in place, it is difficult to die!

Raising the rifle above his head to indicate his identity as an ally, Yade walked towards the direction of the military base and saw Edgepad, who was escorting the prisoners out of the command post.

He stretched out his calloused right hand and shook hands tightly with the young man in front of him.

"Thank you for your support!"

"You're welcome. We are allies on the same front," Bianhuashui shook his hand and continued after letting it go, "But I still have to say that you were one hour ahead of schedule and we almost missed it."

Fortunately, the Legion underestimated the enemy and did not drive the tanks out, otherwise it would have been a tough battle tonight.

Yade was slightly stunned and said immediately.

"Impossible, the news we received was that the attack would be launched at the exact time in the early morning, and the messenger sent by Prince Winter also reminded us to adjust our watches to the time zone used by the Alliance..."

As he said this, he took out a wrinkled map from his arms and handed it to Bianhuashui.

There were several brief pieces of information marked in pencil on the map, including the time and steps of the action.

Bianhuashui's expression was a little strange. After taking a photo, he returned the map to him.

"...Maybe it's a misunderstanding."

It's not easy for him to say something to sow discord, but he can't rule out the possibility that there are people in the Lion Kingdom who want them to die here.

Yade obviously thought of this, but he didn't show his anger on his face, just nodded calmly.

"Well, just treat it as a misunderstanding."

In any case, now is not the time for internal strife, even if there are conflicts, they should wait until the war is over.

What's more, this has nothing to do with the alliance supporting them, it is entirely an internal problem of the Lion Kingdom.

"Let's talk about something happy. We have obtained the intelligence we need, including witnesses and physical evidence... In short, it's something that can make things difficult for our enemies."

While speaking, he glanced at the boxes that were moved out of the command post next to him, and the several officers who were escorted out of the anti-artillery bunker by the players.

The alliance has sent a delegation to the area bordering Luoxia Province and the northern part of the Valley Province to wait for their handover.

After the handover, these officers and the arms procurement orders will be sent to the Great Rift Valley, and then the Bugera Free State should usher in a wave of cleansing.

This is the most optimistic scenario.

Even if the situation is not so optimistic, the Alliance may still gain favors or even friendship from the north.

The Great Rift Valley is also one of the "Fallen Empires" in the background board, and its ancestors were once the headquarters of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, but its presence is not as strong as that of enterprises, legions, and academies.

I am actually quite curious about what the map there looks like.

I don't know if A Guang has made it.

Yade glanced at the dejected Piman and Antonette next to him. Although he didn't recognize these two faces, their military ranks were at least thousand captains.

"...What about the other prisoners?"

"Leave it to you to deal with, including the spoils in this military base. I hope you can take as many as possible, and try to destroy those that you can't take away, especially the Conqueror tank."

Speaking of this, Edge Water glanced at the pale blue text on the VM and continued.

"By the way, according to the intelligence we just recovered, Griffin, the commander-in-chief of the Legion in Luoxia Province, seems to be planning to launch a new round of offensives from the north, cooperating with the western front troops to encircle the capital of the Lion Kingdom."

Yad's expression gradually became serious.

"I will notify the Marshal of the Lion Kingdom, Prince Winter."

Ed Water nodded.

"Well, if you have a faster channel for spreading information, it's best to tell him as soon as possible."

The battle entered the stage of cleaning up the battlefield.

Although the mission required leaving the equipment here to the local armed forces, Edge Water couldn't resist the instigation of his good brothers and couldn't help but take a look at their spoils.

It didn't matter if they took a look, and several players couldn't take their eyes off it.

Obsessed with the tanks in the garage, the construction site boy and the brick said with a dreamy expression.

"If we drive these tanks away, wouldn't we be able to form an armored formation directly!"

There are fifty tanks!

There are heavy tanks, anti-aircraft vehicles, and self-propelled artillery, which is enough for a reinforced battalion!

The debt glanced at him.

"Can you drive?"

The construction site boy and the brick said bluntly.

"No! But I can learn! And those NPCs can drive?"

Hearing the two people's quarrel, the edge of the water smiled and said.

"Since the desert kings have reserve dinars, they have obviously imported the equipment of the legion, no matter from what channel. Since that Yade took over this batch of arms, they obviously have a way to use these guys... As for how to use them, let's not worry about it, it's time to get on the road."

Patting his good brother on the shoulder, he turned and walked towards the north of the camp.

The tricycles of the Death Corps were all parked there.

They still had to ride those tricycles northward, across the desert, and complete the handover of prisoners and evidence with the Alliance delegation waiting at the provincial border.

On the other side.

Next to the arsenal of the military base, the soldiers of the Restoration Army were working hard to load ammunition, fuel and weapons onto trucks, ready to be transported away from here.

Those soldiers with driving experience got into the tanks and became familiar with the operation.

Standing next to Yade, the thousand-man captain of the Restoration Army, Clough, asked in a low voice.

"Should we tell Prince Winter about the news?"

Yade was silent for a while, and finally nodded.

"Of course."

Everything is based on the overall situation.

After all, the Lion Kingdom has done them a favor, and they cannot deny this favor because of the existence of some villains.

Clough nodded, and he was relieved in his heart. It seems that his highness was not blinded by anger.

Then, Clave looked at the group of prisoners squatting on the ground not far away.

"Where are the prisoners?"

The Alliance did not ask them to spare these people's lives, but handed them the right to deal with them.

Yade looked at the prisoners with their hands on their heads, and his heart was calm.

Killing them can vent anger, but it is meaningless.

And...

It may bring suffering to the people in the occupied area.

After thinking for a while, he made a decision.

"Keep it."

"We need to use these people to exchange for our compatriots."