Yot had no doubts.
Even the Death Claws that terrified countless Wastelanders had to avoid the quad-mounted 10mm machine guns.
However——
When a quad-mounted anti-aircraft gun faced "thousands" of Death Claws, the positions of the two sides were completely opposite.
"Ahhh!!!"
The soldier squatting behind the anti-aircraft machine gun, holding the trigger tightly, vented orange-yellow tracers at the foot of the mountain, trying to stop the herd of animals from rushing to the top of the mountain.
However, facing the Death Claws that came like a tide, the flames from the muzzle were like candles swaying in the dark.
It seemed that it would disappear in the silent storm at any time.
And the fact is indeed so——
The roar of the machine gun did not even last for two seconds, and a drone retracted its wings and suddenly fell from the sky.
Before the three soldiers guarding the anti-aircraft gun could come to their senses, the explosion of fire engulfed them and the anti-aircraft machine gun.
The explosion of fire bloomed on the high ground.
Seeing the machine gun turned into a ball of twisted steel, the soldiers in the trenches next to it were stunned, and then a sense of fear arose from the bottom of their hearts.
"What is that?!" a centurion screamed, twisting the muzzle back and forth at the sky.
"Suicide drone!" Yot's eyes were bloodshot for a moment, and he shouted, "Be careful of those buzzing things! Don't let them get close to the anti-aircraft gun!"
The remaining three quadruple anti-aircraft guns began to sweep the sky, trying to shoot down the whistling drones.
However, this random firing without any rules was obviously futile for the drones "immersively operated" by intelligence players.
Soon two more anti-aircraft guns were sent away, and only the last one was left on the entire high ground.
Just when Yot didn't know what to do, the centurion Simond beside him shouted at his subordinates.
"Use EMP bombs!"
Yot was shocked and said quickly.
"But our radar--"
"I can't care so much!" Simond pushed him away and shouted in the direction of the mortar position, "Quick!"
After receiving the order from the superior, a centurion had already rushed to the edge of the mortar position and quickly took out a blue-marked shell from the box.
He slammed his butt with the shell on the ground, then threw it hard into the air and lay on the ground.
The whole set of actions was done in one go.
The dust from the explosion rushed up quickly, and the broken shrapnel whizzed between the sandbags.
The energy detonated by the explosives was converted into pulse microwaves with a peak power of more than a thousand megawatts through microwave devices!
A short buzzing sound ran through the entire battlefield, forming a transient pulse voltage of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of volts on countless protected or unprotected conductors.
A cluster of tiny flames jumped out of the distribution box in the center of the camp, and then the entire high ground fell into darkness, but it was soon re-lit by flares.
At the same time, the four-rotor drones that had not yet detonated approached the low altitude and fell to the ground like dumplings.
The insulation layer was broken, the fuse was blown, the radar screen failed, the electrical components were burned, the electronic system storage was melted... Everything happened in an instant.
The entire battlefield instantly retreated from the post-Cold War era to World War II or even World War I. All communication equipment lost its function, and communication relied entirely on shouting.
In the col 500 meters away, Da Yan rolled his eyes and almost lost the line, and took off the headphones on his head with a curse.
"Fuck! These guys are playing hard enough!"
He looked at VM.
A snow-white screen has appeared on it.
Although the "vital signs monitor" has a certain resistance to EMP, it is only for EMP weapons deployed in a wide area and the incidental EMP damage of nuclear explosions.
For this kind of electromagnetic pulse that explodes at close range, the pressure is still not small.
At least the fuse can't be saved.
A newbie from the intelligence department patted his VM in confusion, and saw that the screen was completely stuck, and muttered a sentence.
"Fuck... Why is my system interface gone!"
"It's probably EMP, just change a fuse, it's not a big problem!" Big Eyes took off the VM and threw it on the ground, "Get ready to charge!"
"Are we from the intelligence department going to go too?" The newbie said in surprise.
"Nonsense," he rolled his eyes at the guy, and picked up the rifle on the ground, "Summoners, you won't fight if you don't have the mana bar? Brothers, follow me!"
"Ahhhh!"
Seeing that the leaders were all on the scene, several intelligence players also picked up their rifles, recalled the postures they learned from the pangolin, and charged towards the opposite Hill 330.
Due to the failure of the communication device, the battlefield was in chaos. In addition to roars and shouts, there were endless gunshots and explosions.
Except for a few drone operators, the wolf cavalry troops were undoubtedly the most affected by EMP. The neural connection equipment installed on the back of the death claws was seriously affected.
However, only a part of them were affected.
Most of the death claws have been tamed by the players. Even without the interference of the neural connection equipment, they are used to obeying and can still execute the orders of their owners.
But there are also some who are out of control because of injuries or aroused ferocity.
Once the situation of losing control occurs, in order to avoid the chain reaction caused by it, even if they are reluctant, players can only reluctantly kill their mounts.
"The high ground is just ahead!"
"Charge up!!!"
Torn off the malfunctioning headset, Bian Pashui took out the charge whistle and held it in his mouth, blowing it with all his strength.
The piercing whistle resounded throughout the entire position, and completely ignited the blood in everyone's hearts.
"Kill!"
"For the Alliance!!!"
The hundreds of meters high slope disappeared in a flash.
Urging his mount to charge forward, Bian Pashui pressed against the back of Death Claw, rushed to the front, aimed at the trench closest to the hillside, and then threw the wooden-handled grenade prepared in advance to the position in front.
"Throw the grenade!"
Hearing the order to throw the grenade, the wolf cavalry in the front row threw the grenades in their hands one after another, and some took out the "Whirlwind" grenade launcher.
That was a weapon produced by Goblin Technology, with a revolver design imitating the MGL grenade launcher. It could fire all six grenades within three seconds, instantly launching a wave of mid-range suppressive firepower.
The flames of the explosion lit up in the trench.
Dozens of Willant soldiers were killed on the spot, and the remaining one retreated in fear, wanting to retreat to the defense line behind. However, before he could climb out of the half-dug trench, his skull was opened by the galloping wolf cavalry with an engineer shovel.
Looking at the Death Claw rushing up the position from the southwest, the Willant soldiers squatting in the trench widened their eyes.
"What kind of monster is that?!"
"Death Claw! It's Death Claw!"
The demons living in the swamp or rainforest...
They never dreamed that they would see them in the desert, and they couldn't imagine that these alien species at the top of the food chain were used as mounts by the barbarians!
But at this moment, they had no time to think. The gleaming bayonets and flashing gun flames were already in their faces!
A team of ten was instantly submerged under the iron hoofs of the wolf cavalry.
Then came a whole trench!
These monsters that rushed around on the battlefield ignored the terrain at all. They were like cuirassiers flying over eaves and walls. Every swing of their claws could take away a fresh life.
And under the protection of the exoskeleton, it was almost impossible to kill them!
As the wolf cavalry rushed to the position, the battle quickly changed from a stalemate in the middle distance to a close-range fight.
The troops that were originally responsible for the feint attack also launched a charge towards the chaotic position after hearing the whistle of the charge.
Both sides were so close that they could see each other's nostrils, fighting for every trench, every rock, and even every sandbag bunker on the rugged battlefield...
The traces of light were like sparks flying on a campfire, moving automatically in the night sky without wind, and almost every extinguished fire was stained with scorched blood.
...
Hill No. 330, shrouded in the night, was lit up by the burning flames.
At the same time, in the night sky north of the hill, fifty "Eagle" fighters appeared under the clouds.
"Hill No. 330 is in fierce fighting, and the two sides have started a melee. The front-line troops have not responded to our signals..." Staring at the position where the sound of fighting continued, Akante picked up the walkie-talkie and reported the situation on the front line to the rear through the onboard radio.
He was the captain of the first flight squadron of the Falcon Kingdom. The task assigned to him by the Legion Army Aviation Command Center was to lead the first flight squadron to support the friendly forces on Hill No. 330.
No matter what, Hill 330 must not be lost!
Otherwise, the entire 40,000th Army will be in crisis!
Akante naturally knew the importance of this mission, but the battlefield was in chaos and he could not see anything clearly. The ground troops were more like deaf people and did not respond to his call.
The command center also could not contact the army, so they could only order them to support friendly forces based on their own judgment.
But it was dark here, and nothing could be seen clearly, let alone support.
"Damn..."
After hanging up the communication, Akante was about to order a descent when he suddenly saw a few faint black spots under the clouds in the south.
It was the Alliance's plane!
Akante's pupils contracted violently.
The scene in front of him reminded him of the fierce battle that broke out over the City of Plenty that day.
To be honest, the Alliance's plane did not leave a deep impression on him.
Although they were both propeller planes, they were not as good as the "Eagle" fighters provided by the Legion in terms of maneuverability and shooting accuracy.
If you have to say it, those planes were just randomly put together, and they were useless except for being cheap.
However, the pilots who flew the planes left a very deep impression on him.
The pilots of the Alliance were like devils who were not afraid of death. They would replace their opponents even if it meant the planes were destroyed and the people died.
However——
This time there was no Heart of Steel to provide them with cover!
Without the slightest hesitation, Akante switched the onboard radio to the formation channel and shouted orders into the intercom.
"Enemy aircraft group spotted in the south!"
"Prepare to attack!"
Never let these planes get close to Hill 330!
Before supporting friendly forces, they need to solve these troubles first!
At the same time, opposite the First Falcon Kingdom Flight Formation.
Looking at the fleet of aircrafts heading straight for him, Mosquito's eyes were not afraid at all, but flashed with excitement.
The Legion's "Saber" fighters had come to the Iron Heart for a while and returned, and the two sides could not do anything to each other.
The cautious manager waited until the other side was far away and the fuel was almost consumed before letting the carrier-based aircraft on the airship take off.
Mosquito thought that this escort mission would be boring, after all, the mobile radar station deployed by the Legion in Oasis No. 3 could not search for them beyond visual range.
However——
The dog planner did not disappoint him!
While pushing down the boost valve, Mosquito grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted excitedly.
"Attention, all teams, an enemy fighter group was found in the north! Formation A continues to perform the escort mission! Formation B follows me! Brothers, charge them!"
The responses of the team leaders soon came from the communication channel.
"Received!"
Forty W-2 "Mosquito" attack aircraft immediately broke away from the flight formation and headed for the first flight formation of the Falcon Kingdom without hesitation.
The two sides were like lancers with spears, aiming at each other's vital points. No one admitted defeat, and no one turned around to avoid.
At this time, if anyone was timid, even if he hesitated for a moment and deviated the joystick in his hand-
It was equivalent to throwing his tail to the other side to bite!
Approaching to the effective range.
Both sides pulled the trigger to fire almost at the same time!
The hot and thick gun flames boiled the originally soft evening breeze, and thick and long tracers covered the night sky, tearing the tranquility of the night to pieces.
In an instant, dozens of planes emitted black smoke and even flames. The two sides quickly turned from a battle of queuing and shooting to a tangle of chasing each other.
For a while, the sky began to rain burning iron, and the war seemed to extend from the ground to the sky.
More than half of the forty W-2 "Mosquitoes" that broke away from the formation were soon killed or wounded, but the first flight formation of the Falcon Kingdom did not gain any benefits. Fifteen of the fifty "Hawks" were forcibly replaced.
Looking at the dozen bullet holes on the wings and canopy, Akante bit his teeth tightly and pulled the out-of-control nose back with all his strength.
Looking back at the night sky behind him, he was about to look for the next target, but suddenly he noticed something unusual from the flying formation that continued to move forward.
The other side did not send all the planes up, and some of them had already flown behind them and continued to the north.
Isn't their target Hill 330?
"Something's wrong... There's something strange about these planes."
Akante frowned, and with the moonlight shining through the thin clouds, he could barely see the planes in the center of the fleet.
That outline...
Is it a transport plane? !
He was slightly stunned, and then a trace of fear appeared on his face.
Without any hesitation, he grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted loudly.
"Report to the headquarters! Enemy transport planes have been found!"
"... The enemy fleet has passed Hill 330 and is heading towards the 40,000-man command post!"
Then he switched to the formation channel and shouted angrily.
"Enemy transport planes are breaking through our defense zone!"
"Stop them!"
Maybe he finally realized something.
The Falcon Kingdom flight formation suddenly gave up the fight with the Goblin Corps and chased after the Alliance's transport planes like crazy.
But everything was obviously too late.
Following Mosquito's order, the escorting A formation turned around and rushed towards the pursuing "Eagle" fighter.
At the same time, transport planes leveled their fuselages and opened their doors.
Red alarm bells rang, and players wearing exoskeletons stood up from the seats on both sides of the cabin one after another, carrying parachutes and walking to the cabin door in a neat queue.
The airflow that swept into the cabin blew the angular armor, and the flames of machine guns and thick tracers flashed outside the cabin.
There was no fear in the eyes.
Only the burning will to fight!
This is their stage.
Standing at the door of the cabin, Lao Bai, wearing the "Dragoon" power armor, spoke loudly in the communication channel with a loud voice.
"Pay attention to your map and your feet!"
"Our target is the command post of the 40,000th Squadron. Remember not to get hung up on the anti-aircraft guns, let alone step on the heads of the brothers of the Death Corps!"
"We will help them after we solve the trouble under our feet!"
"Jump!"
The clean roar blended into the whistling evening breeze. Old White took the lead and stepped out of the cabin, leading a group of team members armed to the teeth into the hail of bullets.
Compared with the evening of the day when they landed on the Heart of Steel,
This little firepower is nothing.
Parachutes bloomed in the sky, like dandelions drifting in the fire, falling towards the ground under the cover of the night.
And below them, the camp with dim lights was like a lighthouse in the storm, guiding them in the direction.
Noticed the situation in the air.
The only anti-aircraft gun left on Hill 330 tried to strafe the Burning Corps, but within two seconds of firing, it was sent away by the Wolf Cavalry who rushed up with a rifle grenade.
At the same time, a jet plane was speeding in the sky hundreds of kilometers away.
The model of that plane was the "Saber" that had returned earlier.
He had just completed the supply at the front-line airport, and had hardly gotten out of the cabin when he received the order to take off again.
Looking at the twinkling stars in the night sky in the distance, Yukar, who was sitting in the cabin, curled up a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
Propeller planes...
These little guys who are as slow as mosquitoes, he would think it was a waste of ammunition if the machine gun pressed 0.1 seconds more!
It's a pity that no flapping-wing planes were seen.
The five little flies just showed their faces during the day and immediately hid back in the airship.
But it doesn't matter.
No matter what the pilots of the alliance were flying, he would make them remember with their bodies how to write the word death!
Yukar calmly pushed down the throttle, and the flames from the tail engine suddenly enlarged. The speed quickly broke through Mach 3 and accelerated towards the battlefield a hundred kilometers away.
However, at this moment, Yukar suddenly felt a warning in his heart, and almost instinctively tilted the joystick.
The flames flashed from below the clouds, and he didn't even see what the plane looked like. The explosion that broke through the sound barrier almost pierced his eardrum.
So fast!
Yukar, who survived the disaster, had a pounding heart. He glanced at the unresponsive airborne radar, and then looked back suddenly, but he couldn't see anything.
Just a moment ago, a plane almost "whooshed" past him, and the air compressed by the wing pulled him to the left, and even almost shattered his canopy!
The speed must be at least Mach 3!
The relative speed of Mach 6 is two kilometers per second!
He was sure that the opponent was going to die with him just now. And in order not to expose the target in advance, he didn't even open fire!
What kind of tactics is this? !
"Is this guy... fucking crazy!"
There is no doubt that the opponent is also a jet plane like him.
Through the cabin glass, he vaguely saw the blue flames looming under the clouds - that was the tail flame of the engine!
Suppressing his frantic heartbeat, Yukar tilted the joystick to the right, trying to see the position of the fighter while trying to cut to the rear hemisphere of the enemy plane from the right.
However, the opponent was obviously a veteran!
While he was doing a high-G turn, the opponent reacted almost at the same time, opening the speed brake and making a sharp turn defense, pulling the nose towards his center of curvature, and cutting to his inside at a lower speed.
"Buzz!"
The machine gun bullet whizzed past, almost brushing his wing tip. Hearing the machine gun sound from afar, Yukar broke out in a cold sweat.
"Fuck!"
It was almost...
His car almost became a pile of scrap metal!
In the past eight years, the opponents he encountered were basically propeller planes.
Even if he occasionally encountered some strange planes that burned coal or oil, it was rare to see supersonic fighters that could break the sound barrier.
He could feel that the performance of that plane was not outstanding, and he was better in both maneuverability and maximum speed.
However -
The opponent's pilot made up for this defect with his superb driving skills and accurately seized his momentary flaw.
Unlike himself who had always targeted the natives for air strikes, that person obviously knew better how to fight against opponents with better maneuverability.
Unexpectedly, he encountered an equally matched opponent in this barren desert, and Yukar couldn't help but ignite a surging desire to fight.
"Come on! Let me see what you can do!"
He muttered, while reducing the throttle and opening the speed brake, he slammed the joystick in the opposite direction with both hands, preparing to bite back the rear hemisphere of the enemy plane.
The flying squadron of the Falcon Kingdom can only rely on themselves.
I hope they can do better...
At the same time, Luo Yu, who was driving the "Lingyun" fighter, sighed.
"10G acceleration... Is this guy also an awakener?"
Not only the pilot...
The performance of that plane is also outrageous!
Considering the huge performance gap, he had no chance of winning the dogfight, so he planned to trade one for the obviously more expensive opponent.
Unexpectedly, this "powerful flying brick" was actually dodged!
Not only that, with two TV bombs hanging uselessly and the rear hemisphere bitten by him, the opponent actually made a sharp turn to dodge a burst of machine guns fired by him when he activated his talent!
Just based on this maneuverability, if it were put into reality, I'm afraid even the F-22 would not be its opponent.
However, it is outrageous that such a powerful aircraft is equipped with such a poor airborne radar and stealth materials, and even cannot take out air-to-air missiles.
Seeing that the other party completely abandoned the fantasy of supporting the friendly fighter group and turned the nose to get rid of him first, Luo Yu took a deep breath and the desire to fight was also ignited in his chest.
Just in time!
Holding the joystick tightly with both hands, he stared at the looming black spot outside the cabin and squeezed out half a sentence from his teeth.
"Look straight at me - cub!"
...
The two jet fighters entered a dogfight on the horizontal plane. The engines of both sides drew a scissor-shaped trajectory in the air, and the machine guns bit each other, competing for the other's rear hemisphere.
Not far away.
The fighter group of the alliance and the fighter group of the Falcon Kingdom have not yet decided the winner, and the remaining more than ten fighters are still in a fierce fight.
Hill 330 had become a bloody meat grinder, with the wolf cavalrymen rushing up the hill wantonly killing the fleeing infantry.
Although Simond still led the 1,000 men directly under the 40,000th Corps to resist stubbornly, the balance of victory had obviously been in the hands of the Alliance because of the delay in effective reinforcements from the Air Force.
However, the Alliance did not seem to be satisfied with the three ongoing battles, and soon opened up a fourth battlefield tonight!
Above the sky lit up by tracer lights, parachutes fell from the sky, reflecting in every pair of eyes on the ground.
The guards stationed in the camp raised their rifles and pointed them at the sky and fired, but facing the dark night sky and the gliding and falling parachutes, they could not effectively hit them at all. Even if they were lucky enough to hit one shot, it would be difficult to penetrate the exoskeleton armor.
The distance of hundreds of meters passed in a flash.
A power armor with three parachutes hanging on it landed first in the center of the camp.
The man ignored the rain of bullets fired at him, skillfully swung his combat knife to cut the parachute rope, and then took off the light machine gun hanging on the armor like flowing water, and fired at the camp.
"If you don't want to die, lie down!" While venting his firepower, he turned on the speaker and moved forward.
As the deployment of the power armor was completed, hundreds of soldiers wearing exoskeletons also landed in various parts of the camp.
In addition, more than 50 Y-2 "Butterfly Knife" four-rotor drones with guns hanging on them fell with this group of airborne soldiers.
The guards who had almost no chance to go to the front line were no match for these monsters. They were killed and defeated in just one contact.
Standing at the door of the tent, General Soft stared blankly at the camp where the gunfire was boiling.
Airborne troops...
The Alliance's ace troops...
The cloudy pupils flashed a moment of absent-mindedness, and this absent-mindedness soon turned into deep despair.
The entire camp has only six hundred-man teams.
Among these six hundred-man teams, there are more than half of the logistics units such as communications, transportation, and engineers. The only ones with real combat effectiveness are probably one guard team and one officer team.
Whether it is the guard team or the officer team, they are not direct combat troops, how can they be the opponent of the Alliance's elite troops.
What can he defend with? !
His shoulders and lips trembled uncontrollably, Soft's old face flushed red, clenched his fists, and finally couldn't hold back his emotions and cursed.
"...This damn skunk!"
If it weren't for that skunk who bypassed the command and transferred his own thousand-man team, how could he fall to this point now!
"That idiot must take full responsibility for this battle! When I return to Triumph City... I will report him to the legion commander!"
Looking at General Softt who was so angry that he was blowing his beard and glaring, the adjutant beside him was so anxious that he didn't even know where his hat was. He grabbed his arm and begged.
"General, now is not the time to talk about this! The Alliance has invested at least 500 - no, more than 1,000 people here. Let's retreat quickly!"
Softt's face was stiff and his Adam's apple moved.
Although he was reluctant to abandon his subordinates and escape alone, he knew very well that if he fell into the hands of the Alliance, the situation would only be worse.
Listening to the gunshots in the camp, he lowered his trembling voice.
"Have the maps and documents... been burned?"
The adjutant nodded quickly.
"It's all burned! I blew up the table at the radio station!"
"Very good... I'll remember this grudge and I'll take revenge someday!" Soft gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence, then turned his head and looked at his adjutant, "Let's retreat!"
"Follow me!"
Take Soft and trot along, the adjutant quickly got on the jeep parked at the door of the barracks, but just as he was about to start, he found that the key was gone.
"Key... Strange, where is the key?"
It was here just now?
The adjutant was sweating profusely and rummaging around in the driver's seat.
Soft stared at this guy who was more trouble than success, and was about to call him an idiot, when a light cough suddenly came from behind them.
The two quickly turned their heads to look behind the jeep.
They saw a soldier wearing an exoskeleton standing by the road.
He carried a sniper rifle on his right shoulder, threw a bunch of car keys in his left hand, and looked at the two people in the jeep with a smirk.
The lame human couplet seemed to be mocking their ridiculous performance.
"Are you looking for this?"