Daniel guessed one thing right.
His superior headquarters did run into trouble.
And the trouble was not small.
Just as the Skeleton Corps launched an attack on his position, five "Cloud Dragonfly" flapping-wing aircraft had already passed through the left wing of their defense line and continued to penetrate in depth.
Because they were flying at a low altitude almost close to the ground, the G40-1 position under the coverage of artillery fire did not notice the five flapping-wing aircraft at all, and the radar in the rear was unprepared.
When the five flapping-wing aircraft were exposed to the radar, the remote-controlled missiles they launched had already landed accurately on the anti-aircraft positions deployed by the Corps on the hilly ridge as planned.
The flames and air waves of the explosion instantly engulfed the anti-aircraft guns and sandbags, and the anti-aircraft artillery soldiers squatting on the position suffered countless casualties.
All the way from the front line to the command post, there were twisted steel and burning positions along the way, looking down from the air like a star-studded bonfire.
At the same time when the air defense system of the 40th defense zone was paralyzed, 20 H-1 "Dragonfly" transport planes also arrived over the battlefield as scheduled, carrying 500 elite soldiers of the Burning Corps and directly crossed the defense line of the 40th thousand-man team and rushed towards the command post of the 10,000-man team.
Fifty W-2 "Mosquito" attack aircraft took off from the Heart of Steel one after another, and joined the "Dragonfly" transport planes that arrived from the rear, performing escort missions while providing air support for the airborne troops.
Everything went as planned.
At the same time, the land shrouded in the shadow of the aircraft was filled with fear and confusion on every face.
A centurion looked up at the sky and said in a trembling voice.
"Plane! Alliance plane!"
Standing not far from him, the quartermaster in charge of logistics swallowed his saliva, his voice trembling slightly.
"Damn... How could there be so many!"
At this time, the air raid alarm finally sounded belatedly, and everyone hurriedly picked up their weapons and scattered outside the tent, and the whole camp was in chaos.
"Where are our planes?!"
"I don't know..."
"Damn it!"
"What happened?!"
Until the day before yesterday.
The radio was still reporting the heroic achievements of the pangolins, and the Triumph News was still showing off the spoils piled up in several warehouses on the headline panel.
The image of the Alliance being vulnerable has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. No one doubts that as long as the ammunition is delivered, they can drive the natives out of the desert in minutes.
However-
The situation at this moment is different from their cognition.
Especially when the Alliance plane appeared overhead, many people even thought they were dreaming and had not woken up yet.
Standing at the door of the command tent, the thousand-man commander Peraeon stared at the sky in amazement, and didn't say a word for a long time.
After a moment of coming to his senses, he reached out and grabbed the collar of the adjutant next to him, and roared with saliva flying.
"Where are our anti-aircraft guns! There are also ten thousand-man teams on the front line! Why is there no news at all!"
The adjutant whose collar was grabbed turned pale, and his lips trembled for a long time before he squeezed out the words that were choked in his throat.
"Front line... just received news that the 100-man team stationed in Section 1 of the defense line was bombarded by the Iron Heart--"
Peraeon's eyes widened.
Before the adjutant finished speaking, he roared and ordered.
"Tell Daniel to hold on at all costs! Even if he can't hold on, at least hold on for half an hour!"
The bitterness on the adjutant's face became even stronger.
Daniel?
It was unknown whether that guy was alive or not.
From the beginning, they had lost contact with Position 1.
According to the news from Position 2, the soldiers there saw that the flames of the explosion almost engulfed the entire position of the friendly forces next door, and they could even feel the trembling of the earth while squatting in the trenches.
Not only that, they also saw the Iron Heart, which had been taken away by the Alliance before, also appear in the sky.
Obviously, the Alliance was serious this time.
The adjutant's Adam's apple moved, and he said in a hoarse voice.
"There is no response from the other end of the communication channel. They... are probably in danger."
"Fuck!"
Pellaeon cursed loudly, threw away the adjutant's collar, walked quickly to the radio in the command tent, grabbed the headphones and put them on his head.
This bunch of rubbish!
He dialed the number of the 10,000-man team headquarters, and almost used all his strength to shout in the communication channel.
"This is the 40th thousandth team!"
"We are under attack from the Alliance! They sent out their main forces, including the Iron Heart and tanks!"
"We can only hold out for an hour at most! Please send reinforcements immediately!"
"Repeat, send reinforcements immediately--!"
Most of the ammunition of the 40th thousandth team was distributed to the 53rd defense zone.
Pellaeon knew very well that the few remaining weapons were not enough to deal with such an intensive offensive by the Alliance.
Perhaps the Legion will win the final victory.
But if he is targeted by the Alliance, he will probably be dead.
However, he couldn't figure it out. Whether from a strategic or tactical perspective, the 40th defense zone was not the best target for attack.
Even if he took this place, it would be difficult to open a breakthrough in the entire battle.
But why did the Alliance target him here? !
But now is not the time to think about this problem.
The front-line troops suffered heavy losses.
To be able to break through the defense line they had prepared for more than a month in such a short time, the other side must have deployed a sufficient number of armored units.
If they can't get through the current difficulties, there is no need to talk about the future.
After reporting the situation to the superior command unit, Peraeon immediately rushed to the battle position with the guards, and reorganized the combat units at all levels in the camp with his men.
Although the air raid was unexpected, the soldiers of the legion were much more well-trained than those of the Falcon Kingdom. Even though they were at an absolute disadvantage strategically, they still did not run away with morale collapse.
However -
This was not enough to bring them much chance of winning.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, twenty "Mosquito" attack aircraft broke away from the flight formation, turned their noses downward, and took the lead in launching an attack!
"B formation continues to escort, brothers of A formation follow me!"
"Turn on all the buzzers! Their air defense alarm is too quiet, and I feel hungry when I hear it! Let's add some flavor to them, haha!"
The mosquito leading the flight excitedly reached out and turned on the buzzer after a howl in the communication channel.
The piercing long sound resounded in the air, like the horn of the god of death.
Twenty 100-kilogram bombs fell from the sky one after another, pouring death rain on the ground!
Most of the pilots of the Goblin Corps are agile players, especially those who perform bombing missions. Most of their sequence levels have been upgraded to the second stage and the first talent has been unlocked.
Under the eyes of these pilots, the ground targets are not only as slow as ants, but they can also clearly see the expressions of fear on their faces.
The visual and reaction speed bonus brought by high agility to pilots makes the planes they drive seem to be turned on.
Every express delivery can be accurately delivered to the place where it is most needed!
Even better than AI!
Without the cover of anti-aircraft firepower, facing the bombs falling from the sky, the whole battle turned into a one-sided massacre.
The deafening roar resounded throughout the wilderness, and the flames and smoke of the explosions bloomed everywhere on the battlefield.
Tents turned into a sea of fire in an instant, and countless clone soldiers were burned to charcoal without even seeing the enemy, and fell to the ground with their pupils out of focus.
A centurion struggled to put out the fire on his body, but no matter how he rolled on the ground, he could not stop the fire from burning bigger and bigger.
The centurion Pellaeon, who survived by chance, struggled to stand up from the ground.
Noticing the shadows falling on the battlefield, he slowly looked up at the sky, and at this time he was stunned in his place with his eyes blank.
At some point, the Iron Heart, which emerged from the clouds, had already flown over the battlefield. The fortress flying in the sky was like a dark cloud.
Watching the long gun barrels slowly passing overhead, he felt a sense of despair in his heart, and his soul was trembling.
All the battles he had experienced so far were one-sided victories.
As the advantaged party in an asymmetric war, no one had ever been able to survive two rounds in front of the Legion, and no one could ride on his head like today...
At this time, his adjutant, leaning on a rifle, staggered towards him.
"News from the forward outpost, an armored unit is advancing towards us from the G40-1 defense line... It's less than five kilometers away from us."
After a pause, the adjutant said with difficulty.
"Sir... what should we do now?"
Pellaeon's Adam's apple moved.
His loyalty to His Majesty the Marshal prevented him from saying anything discouraging, but the cruel facts were in front of him...
It's over.
His shoulders slowly dropped, and he withdrew his gaze from the sky.
"... Treat the wounded first."
The adjutant was stunned.
"But--"
Pellaeon handed the rifle to the adjutant, patted his shoulder, and limped towards the position burning in the fire without saying a word.
Just one round of airstrikes.
More than half of the two hundred-man teams stationed near the command post were killed or wounded!
The remaining one hundred or so people not only lacked ammunition, but most of them were injured. Not to mention resisting the attack of the Alliance armored cluster, it would be difficult to even put up a decent resistance.
Continue to fight.
It's no different from suicide...
As the Iron Heart arrived over the battlefield, the Alliance's dive airstrikes had stopped.
Perhaps seeing that the outcome was decided and not wanting to waste ammunition on unimportant places, the Alliance no longer dropped bombs on their positions, but chose to move forward.
Pellaeon knew very well that he had lost the battle.
And he lost inexplicably.
Apart from the whistling propeller planes and the bombs that dived with the planes, he didn't even see the Alliance's ground forces.
Is this really the Alliance whose three thousand people were easily annihilated by the Pangolin Hundred-Man Team? !
Looking at the messy camp, there was no frustration or despair in his pupils, only dullness and confusion.
What kind of "natives" were they fighting against?
Was the Alliance deliberately hiding its weakness?
Or was the Triumph Newspaper lying...
...
The bridge of the Iron Heart.
Chu Guang, standing by the French window, stared at the battlefield filled with smoke.
This was the best viewing seat. Standing in his current position, he could see the positions of both sides at a glance.
"They surrendered." Looking at the white flag raised by the enemy's headquarters, a hint of surprise appeared on Vanus' face.
Although the Alliance's firepower was one aspect, he didn't expect that these people couldn't even hold on for ten minutes.
It seems that compared with the expeditionary force that went to the Great Rift Valley, these clone regiments that have just been transferred from the rear to the front line are still a little behind...
"The operation went better than planned."
Looking at the time on the VM, Chu Guang smiled faintly and continued, "Our soldiers completed the goal one hour earlier than expected."
Originally, according to the plan, the Burning Legion would raid the command post of the 40th Thousand Man Team under the cover of the Goblin Corps, and cooperate with the armored forces that broke through the front-line positions to annihilate the 40th Thousand Man Team in one fell swoop.
But now it seems that their plan is still too conservative.
The reason for this is actually very normal.
After all, most of the old players in "Wasteland OL" remember the Legion Clone Corps in the battle a year ago.
Those fearless, cruel and bloodthirsty clone soldiers left a very deep impression on the players who are still in the pioneering stage.
Even the Pioneer crew, who had exoskeletons and power armor, suffered enough in the face of the overwhelming numbers and firepower.
If the Pioneer had not used a tactical nuclear bomb to clear the field later, the final outcome would be hard to say.
Most of the legion commanders came from that version.
Whether it was Fountain or Mole, they were extremely cautious when researching and formulating plans in the group, and even prepared emergency plans for emergency deployment of the Death Corps Wolf Cavalry for support in case the airborne operation did not go smoothly.
However, they probably forgot that at that time, the Alliance had to borrow automatic rifles from friendly forces, not to mention aircraft and tanks, and even captured bolt-action rifles could be regarded as treasures.
And their friendly forces were not professional soldiers, but employees of the overseas business department of the Silver Wing Group. Although they gained a lot of knowledge during the trip, they might not have been on the battlefield.
Unlike now...
Not only does the Alliance Army have an automatic rifle for every person, but every person is an awakener, and the players who lead the team are all veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles.
The Clone Corps of the Legion is still the same Clone Corps.
But the Alliance with more than a dozen Corps is no longer what it used to be.
Before the Burning Corps even had a chance to appear, the 40,000th Corps of the Legion raised the white flag amid the bombardment of the Goblin Corps.
At this time, the Skeleton Corps was still four kilometers away from the battlefield.
At this time, even if the Burning Corps continued to parachute, it would be a lonely jump, and they would have to take the effort to pick up the people and repack them at the airport.
So Chu Guang decisively stopped the Burning Corps, which was eager to parachute, and ordered the Goblin Corps' B Formation to escort the transport aircraft formation back.
Standing next to Chu Guang, Vanus stared at the ground and thought for a long time, and suddenly spoke.
"Since the enemy was caught off guard by us, we might as well be bolder and continue to expand the results while they are not ready to fight back. We will push the armored forces forward 100 kilometers and cooperate with the airborne forces to raid the headquarters of the 40,000th team."
Chu Guang's mouth curled up with a smile.
"I thought so too."
Here, he reached out and tapped his helmet.
"Notify the Death Corps that they can take action."
Xiao Qi's energetic answer soon came to his ears.
"Okay!"
Looking at Vanus standing next to Chu Guang and making plans, Finod, who was standing in the corner, swallowed his saliva, his face full of disbelief.
He thought that Vanus was just like him, serving the alliance out of helplessness, but he didn't expect that only he was "compromising" and this guy was really giving advice to the alliance.
This guy...
Is he really a Weilant?
…
At the same time when the 40th thousand-man team was defeated, the 40th thousand-man team headquarters in the rear was in a state of panic.
Staring at the red arrow on the strategic map, Soft frowned, his face changing alternately between surprise and solemnity.
He was the captain of the 40th thousand-man team, and had just arrived in Luoxia Province a month ago. There were no stars on his shoulder straps, and his rank was below McLen, about two levels lower than Griffin.
Although he didn't know much about the situation in the Far East, he could still understand the map after fighting for so many years.
Defense Zone 40 would still be attacked by the Alliance, and it was an attack by the main force, which he never expected.
This means that the Alliance has directly exposed its supply lines to the power projection range of Defense Zones 41 to 49.
There was no need for the 30,000-man and 40,000-man teams next door to take action. He only needed to dispatch two thousand-man teams from the deep area to cross the defense line and penetrate the rear of the alliance's offensive spearhead, which would put the alliance's front-line troops in a dilemma.
But...
He had a better way.
At this time, a messenger trotted in from outside the tent and reported with a military salute.
"The 40,000-man team sent an urgent message! The front-line command post encountered an alliance air strike, requesting air support!"
Softt did not look up.
His calloused index finger was placed on the map, moving along the road network, and finally stopped at a col where the contour lines converged and knocked hard.
"Tell Peraeon that they don't have to fight hard, but retreat to Hill 330 while fighting, and lure the Alliance into our depth!"
"Also, send a telegram to the 43rd, 45th, 47th, and 49th thousand-man teams, asking them to immediately move to the rear near Hill 330 and attack the Alliance's offensive forces from the east and west!"
"The vacant defense zones 43, 45th, 47th, and 49th will be managed by the 42nd, 44th, 46th, and 48th thousand-man teams! Beware of the Alliance's reinforcements coming from other directions!"
As he spoke, a hint of excitement flashed across Soft's brows, and his right hand clenched into a fist, landing heavily on the red arrow on the map.
"Be sure to strangle this bug that's coming in on this road!"
Hill 330 is about 11 kilometers away from Oasis No. 3. The contour lines nearby are densely fluctuating, and the terrain is mainly hilly. Several main roads are concentrated halfway up the mountain.
Because it is close to the oasis, the vegetation there is relatively denser than other areas, and there are natural shelters nearby to avoid the high-altitude vision of the airship, which is simply a perfect ambush site.
The commander of the alliance can certainly see this.
But even if they know it, the alliance troops can only continue to advance along this route. After all, no matter how broken the road there is, it is at least a road that can be walked.
Otherwise, if they go deep behind the enemy and lose mobility, it will be a real disaster.
For his genius plan, Softt couldn't help but curl up a satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth.
Although the alliance is coming fiercely and seems to be concentrating all its strength to attack one point, in his opinion, there is nothing to panic.
Even a small earth slope can cause these barbarians to lose 3,000 lives, not to mention that there is a 10,000-man army standing in front of them at this moment.
Getting angry will only accelerate their demise.
After this battle, the alliance will surely be seriously injured.
Softt couldn't help but feel a little elated.
He didn't expect to get such a great achievement just after arriving in Luoxia Province.
It seems that he will get another star on his shoulder strap soon.
"Yes!"
The messenger saluted and trotted out of the tent.
The staff officer standing by frowned slightly, stared at the map and thought for a long time before saying.
"The 40th Thousandth Squadron is seriously short of ammunition, and the Alliance has pushed the Iron Heart up there. It will be difficult for them to withdraw on their own."
"It doesn't matter," Softt said nonchalantly. "The 40th Thousandth Squadron itself is not the key to the plan. It doesn't matter if they don't withdraw. As long as they can delay the Alliance for a little time, it will be enough."
"It would be best if that guy Peraeon succeeds. With the reinforcements coming from both wings, we can trap the Alliance halfway up the hill and beat them up."
"If it doesn't work, then give Hill 330 to the Alliance and fight them on the hill!"
The staff officer showed a surprised expression on his face.
This is indeed a good idea.
But he always has an ominous premonition.
"What if the Alliance troops arrive before the retreating ambush troops?"
Hearing the staff officer's question, Softt was slightly stunned, and then said without hesitation.
"This is impossible!"
"Even if Peraeon didn't get a second, the distance from Position 40 to Hill 330 is 30 kilometers longer than that of Defense Zone 43!"
"No matter how fast their armored forces advance, they can't be faster than our transport trucks!"
The staff officer continued with a serious look.
"This is the general situation... The road from Position 40 to Hill 330 is indeed longer than the adjacent Defense Zone 43, but the straight-line distance is the opposite, less than 150 kilometers."
"I heard that the Alliance is equipped with a large number of exoskeleton equipment supported by enterprises. If they separate a part of the infantry from the road network and advance in a straight line, I'm afraid they can reach Hill 330 in just one day."
"Deepen behind enemy lines and divide the troops? Let the infantry go in a straight line?"
Softt seemed to have heard something funny, and raised his mouth playfully, "Do their exoskeletons not need to be charged? You might as well say they came here in an airship."
Using airships to transport troops is indeed a hassle, after all, anti-aircraft guns cannot break the shield of airships.
But that's all.
EMP bombs can paralyze the external parts of airships, such as the propellers deployed on the side wings, causing the powerless Iron Heart to drift or anchor.
And it was a dream to lower the elevator under their noses. Anti-aircraft guns couldn't hit the airship, let alone such a big ladder?
Before the staff officer could speak, Soft continued.
"Not to mention that the straight-line distance of 150 kilometers must go over at least ten mountains, and there are our outposts and anti-aircraft positions along the way."
"Even if they are all mutants, they can never reach Hill 330 before our defense troops!"
"Absolutely impossible!"