In the camp.
The gunfire had gradually subsided, but the flames continued to burn.
A Weilant soldier lay on his back on the ground, his bulletproof armor in front of him completely shattered, his right leg, which had been shot twice, was bleeding profusely, and his expression was twisted with pain.
Looking at the power armor passing by, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he quickly pulled out his pistol, aimed at it and pulled the trigger.
However, there was only a click of the firing pin hitting the empty sound from the gun chamber.
"Fuck--"
He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, threw away the pistol, and as if he had made up his mind, he took a grenade from the bulletproof armor with his trembling right hand and pulled out the bolt with force.
A touch of madness appeared on the face twisted by pain, and the Weilant soldier roared hysterically at the power armor.
"Your Majesty, Marshal--"
"Bang--!"
A short gunshot interrupted the last madness of the Weilant soldier.
"You called the wrong person."
Putting away the smoking pistol, Lao Bai stretched out his right hand covered with steel and picked up the grenade with the bolt removed from the hanging hand.
Then he squeezed it hard.
The grenade was like a can of Coke, twisted into a ball under the huge pressure, and the detonator, firing pin, delay tube, etc. burst out of the body.
Throwing the scrapped grenade next to the corpse, Lao Bai walked towards the meeting point without looking back.
On the road not far away, a dozen officers squatted on the ground with their hands on their heads, their faces ashen.
Four players wearing exoskeletons stood by and monitored them.
Seeing Lao Bai coming over here, Ye Shi, who was carrying a sniper rifle, greeted him and cursed.
"These guys are real bastards. They smashed all the communication equipment, and burned all the maps and documents! We only salvaged some charred debris."
"It doesn't matter. Whoever burned it should fix it."
Old Bai glanced at the row of officers squatting on the ground.
"Where are they?"
Ye Shi knew who he was asking about, and said with a grin.
"We caught them. The guy was planning to run away with his adjutant. I had been watching him on the drone for a long time. But he was straightforward. When he saw that the situation was not right, he surrendered directly, which saved me a lot of trouble... Look, the one squatting at the edge is him."
Old Bai followed Ye Shi's line of sight and saw an old man squatting on the ground.
If it weren't for the clothes and the fancy shoulder straps, he really wouldn't have recognized that this guy was actually the captain of the legion - a person of the same level as Dillon who led the Bone Chewing Tribe before.
The hair with a few gray lines was messy, and the deep eye sockets seemed to be inlaid with a piece of gray stone, without a trace of luster. And the wrinkled face was not full of vigor at all, just like an ordinary old man.
"Why are these people so weak?"
Kuangfeng also had a depressed expression.
"+1, is there really a direct thousand-man team here?"
It feels like they haven't encountered any decent resistance since they landed.
I always feel that this fake is in vain.
Lao Bai made a helpless expression, looked at the old man with the highest military rank squatting on the ground, and asked in a non-standard human language.
"Why are there so few people here?"
Seeing that the power armor was talking to him, Soft was slightly stunned, looking at him with a stiff expression, and his voice was a little sad and angry.
"You win if you win, why do you have to humiliate me in this way of asking knowingly..."
Several players were stunned.
Old White's face also had a strange expression, and he continued to ask.
"What do you mean?"
"Griffin... It was that guy's order. He transferred my direct 1,000-man team to the high ground 17 kilometers south." Soft continued with gritted teeth, "He swore to me in the telegram that the Alliance's airborne troops would definitely appear there."
If the direct 1,000-man team was in his hands, how could he not be knocked down by a group of airborne troops jumping on his face.
And even if he took a step back and didn't win, he would have a chance to slip away.
Old White and Ye Shi met each other and saw each other's faces laughing and crying.
Good guy.
I thought I could finally pretend to be cool this time.
But I was just playing soy sauce again!
Seeing that the man stopped talking, Soft hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help asking the confusion in his heart.
"I don't understand... You are here, so who is attacking Hill 330?"
He couldn't figure this out no matter how hard he tried.
If there were also airborne troops over there, the Alliance's airborne troops were too many.
And there were two consecutive deployments, with less than an hour between them...
How many airport runways did they have to build and how many planes did they prepare!
"Death Corps." Old White said casually.
"Death... Death Corps?" Soft's face was confused.
Not the Burning Corps?
Obviously, the name of the Death Corps has not yet reached the ears of the Legion, and it is only a little famous in the southern part of the Valley Province.
Old White smiled and continued.
"Well, those guys are also a group of ruthless people. Just look at their desperate fighting style. I even think they are much more ruthless than us."
Soft asked anxiously.
"But how did they appear on Hill 330? Impossible! You must be lying to me! I have studied every road from here to the front line! Unless your trucks can fly on the ground, it is impossible for them to arrive in such a short time!"
That's 150 kilometers!
Just the winding road, the actual length of the road may be twice this number!
Where did these guys come from! ?
"Why do we have to take the main road? Can't we--" Ye Shi looked at this guy strangely, and was about to laugh at him, but was stopped by Lao Bai's cough.
"Even if I tell you that they arrived at Hill 330 on foot, I guess you won't believe it," Lao Bai shrugged his shoulders at Softt, who looked lonely, "Anyway, it's over, how they did it is no longer important to you."
...
Heart of Steel, on the bridge.
Chu Guang, who was quietly waiting for the results of the battle, finally waited for the first victory report from the front line.
"...The front-line command post of the 40,000th Corps has been taken! The commander of the 10,000-man army, Softt, his adjutant, staff officers and other officers have been taken under control! We have seized the maps and a large number of documents in the command account, but many of them have been burned."
Listening to Lao Bai's report, Chu Guang nodded approvingly.
"Well done."
Lao Bai said respectfully.
"Request the next instructions!"
Chu Guang glanced at the holographic map unfolded in front of him, and gave the order after thinking for a moment.
"Stay on the spot for defense, and arrange a few people to count the spoils."
Lao Bai answered neatly.
"Yes!"
The highest-level command post on the front line was taken down.
This means that from the entire defense line from No. 40 to No. 49, the various logistics hubs and support positions within a depth of 150 kilometers behind have all lost the dispatch and coordination of the command system, and even their positions have been exposed on the map.
The 40,000th Corps was basically destroyed.
As a mobile command post, the Iron Heart can also smoothly and safely enter the strategic depth of the 40,000-man army and continue to advance.
The only weakness of this big guy is its propeller.
This thing is extremely troublesome to repair, and it is the only power system of this airship. Once it is anchored on the front line, even if the legion can't do anything about the deflector shield for a while, it will become quite troublesome.
Looking at the arrows on the strategic map, Chu Guang couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
The time is now just after nine o'clock in the evening.
From the full launch of the offensive to now, it is even less than twelve hours. They not only defeated a 10,000-man army, but also pushed the front line forward 150 kilometers.
No matter which world it is placed in, this record is enough to become a miracle in military history.
"...Originally, our plan was to let the paratroopers cooperate with the armored forces to attack, but now it has become a tank chasing the paratroopers."
Vanus, who was standing aside, didn't say anything when he heard this.
To be honest, he was also quite surprised.
Although it is normal for plans to fail to keep up with changes, it is rare that more radical adjustments need to be made because the progress is too smooth.
According to the original offensive plan of Plan 3, the Alliance will complete the first phase of the offensive within one day, capture the No. 40 position, and start the second phase on the third day, attacking Hill 330, which is only 17 kilometers away from the enemy command post.
As a result, no one expected that the battle would go so smoothly. They only took one day to complete the second phase of the campaign.
Chu Guang extended his index finger and clicked on the holographic screen.
There is no news about Hill 330, but from the aerial footage taken by the drone sent by Xiaoqi, there are only sporadic flames on the hill.
The battle there is basically over.
On the other hand, compared with the smooth sailing of the ground forces, the goblin corps fighting with the legion flight formation is at a disadvantage.
Although the pilots driving the W-2 are highly skilled, the gap in hardware cannot be made up in a short time.
The Legion's "Eagle" fighter has been in service in Luoxia Province for eight years or even longer, while the W-2 attack aircraft has not even been in production for a year from research and development to production.
This also includes the time that the engineers of the Goblin Corps spent "archaeology" in another world.
Although the subsequent improved versions have also integrated some new technologies provided by Shelter No. 101, the technological leadership of one or two parts alone has too limited an impact on the overall performance of the equipment.
Although production and technology are always mentioned together, they are actually two different things.
Looking at the only five W-2 attack aircraft left on the screen, Chu Guang gave an order.
"Heart of Steel, take up the anchor chain and advance 150 kilometers."
"Also notify the Goblin Corps that their mission has been completed, and let them come back quickly."
The energetic voice of Xiao Qi soon came to my ears.
"Okay, Master!"
I don't know what's going on with Luoyu yet.
Neither the Alliance's "Lingyun" nor the Legion's "Saber" were on the Iron Heart's shipborne radar from the beginning.
Now they have even flown out of the communication range.
This kind of "one kilometer per second" battle, standing still and watching, is like a fight between gods. It is not surprising that the fight will reach the next province.
Without satellites, Chu Guang can only vaguely sense that the player is probably still alive through the administrator system.
"...If Luo Yu is found to be back in the communication range, notify him to return to the ground airport."
Xiao Qi: "Received!"
...
Highland 330.
Flames burned on the bumpy positions, and corpses and black blood mixed with mud were everywhere next to the broken sandbag wall.
He shook off the blood on the engineer's shovel, peeped at the bloody corpse lying on the ground, and looked away unable to bear to look directly.
This model is really a bit redundant.
Every time he cleaned the battlefield, he couldn't help but think of the fire scenes he had passed through.
The suffocating air was exactly the same.
In comparison, he still enjoyed the leisure exploration fun of this game more, but those fun things were built on the basis of peace.
Someone has to do these things.
A strange idea suddenly occurred to his mind.
If the operator keeps its promise and does not delete the files and reset, and these closed beta players have fought all the battles before the public beta, and the dog planners can't come up with anything new, then can this game still be called "Wasteland OL"?
Or will he just change the name——
For example, "Brave New World" or something.
At this time, the voice of his teammates came from the side, and he recalled his gradually drifting thoughts.
"Oh my god, it's finally over!"
Holding a rifle in his hand, Laplace walked towards this side.
The mining exoskeleton he wore before was gone, probably thrown away after it broke down. In any case, it was fortunate that there was no secondary explosion.
As for his mount.
It suddenly lost control when it was halfway up the slope, and he was repaired by himself.
"Where is Big Eye?" Bianbianhuashui asked.
Laplace smiled and said, "Yangyoubao seemed to have seen him. This guy took the newbies up to give away heads, but the newbies he brought rushed up, and he himself lay dead halfway up the mountain."
Bianbianhuashui coughed dryly.
"Bulls don't have eyes... normal."
Laplace grinned and continued with the rifle on his shoulder.
"What do you say? Continue to move forward, or defend in place?"
Bianbianhuashui thought for a while and said.
"Wait for the construction site guys."
The battle lasted for a full hour.
Although they successfully captured Hill 330, the casualties of the Death Corps were also not small.
After all, it was a low attack on a high ground.
More than 60% of the 500 feint infantrymen were killed or wounded, 120 of the 500 wolf riders died, and 78 death claws were killed.
Most of them were death claws without exoskeletons, and it was a bit difficult to withstand the strafing of quadruple machine guns with their flesh and blood.
In addition, because the EMP caused the mind interference device to go out of control, some players had to kill their mounts.
At this time, Yang Youbao, who had led the feint attack group before, also came over and reported the situation of cleaning up the battlefield.
"We seized four mortars, an anti-aircraft gun, two light machine guns and a small amount of ammunition... What about the headquarters? Are there any new orders?"
Before Bianhuashui could speak, Laplace on the side complained.
"VM has been shut down, what orders... Damn, these people have strong firepower! They don't look like they are short of ammunition."
Yangbao scratched the back of his head again.
"Did the supply come back?"
Bianhuashui said with a smile.
"That's not the case. It's normal for the Elite Division to have a little more basic ammunition than the Filler Division. We have twice as much ammunition as the Lion Kingdom's infantry."
But these Willant people are really ruthless. Not a single one surrendered.
The centurion boss not only refused to surrender, but also had no intention of retreating. He fought to the end with his personal guard.
In terms of combat effectiveness and morale, this unit is completely different from the one they encountered in Oasis No. 9.
"It seems that the north is on fire," Laplace glanced at the north of the highland, where there were twinkling flames.
"It should be the headquarters of the 40,000th Squadron," Bianbianhuashui took out a telescope and took a look, "Just now I saw the Goblin Corps seemed to cover the transport plane going over there."
It should be the Burning Corps if nothing unexpected happens.
With those ruthless people taking action, even the direct 1,000-man team would not be their opponent.
In the time they were cleaning up the battlefield, the battle over there was probably over.
Yang Youbao smacked his lips with envy.
"Damn, those guys got ahead again."
"After all, he is the son of the dog planner." Laplace also had an envious expression on his face.
"Don't say that," Bianbianhuashui smiled and patted his shoulder, "We are a whole, each with our own division of labor, there is no first or second."
The Skeleton Corps, which was originally the main force of the attack in Plan No. 3, is still stuck in traffic on the road. The two infantry teams have already done all the work for them.
To be honest, it is still Brother Mole who is more unlucky...
...
Front-line base.
One after another, transport planes returned to the airport with broken fuselages.
The ground crew waiting beside the runway quickly surrounded them.
Looking at the pigman pilot who jumped out of the cabin, a young man in work clothes couldn't resist his curiosity and asked a question.
"How is the situation at the front? Is the progress going smoothly?"
Although the pilot looks a bit "ferocious", the ground crew here have long been accustomed to it after working together for so long.
And after a period of getting along, he found that the pigman pilot had an unexpectedly good personality and was a very easy-to-talk person.
Sure enough, the pilot answered his question.
"We won."
"Really?!"
Looking at the young man with a happy face, Unprofessional Fan Man said with a smile.
"Then how can I lie to you? The entire 40,000th Army was destroyed by us. After passing Hill 330, it depends on whether they can run faster or our tanks can drive faster... It's too troublesome to talk about it. You can read the newspaper in a few days!"
Hearing the good news from the front line, the faces of the ground crew showed joy.
It can be seen that these survivors in the desert hate those big noses.
Some people waved their fists excitedly, and some whistled excitedly, cheering and running around to tell others the news of victory.
Just when Unprofessional Fan Man was wondering if he had boasted too much, Xinghe Bu Ru Meng came over from the side and looked at him and teased.
"You are too fast."
Unprofessional Fan Man said with a hearty smile.
"Of course, how long will it take to throw a few paratroopers... Why are you here? Why don't you go help your army brothers?"
The two knew each other before entering the game. They were both from the Army Aviation, one was a helicopter pilot and the other was a fixed-wing helicopter pilot.
However, when they were in the game, they usually only talked about the game and basically didn't mention anything in real life.
Xinghe made a helpless expression.
"I thought, didn't they send us to fight?"
During the day, they cooperated with the armored forces attacking head-on to launch a flank raid. Before they went deep into the enemy's airspace, the headquarters asked them to withdraw.
However, he could understand why the headquarters would make such an arrangement.
The battlefield positioning of the flapping-wing aircraft determined that it could not be a match for the fixed-wing aircraft.
Even if it could retract its wings and switch to fixed-wing mode, the maximum speed of the "Cloud Ting" was only about Mach 1, which was a sitting duck for supersonic fighters with a maximum speed of Mach 3. Even before switching to cruise mode, propeller fighters may pose a threat to them.
Before getting rid of the Legion's "Saber" fighters, it may be difficult for the Alliance's aircraft to move freely over the Legion's head.
Looking at the depressed expression on this brother's face, Unprofessional Anti-Man encouraged him.
"Why don't you go to play with Brother Mosquito's Goblin Corps? Those guys have more opportunities to go to the front line, and I see they have a lot of fancy weapons."
"I think there are more opportunities to die," Xinghe rolled his eyes, "and that plane flies too slowly, it's boring to drive."
Unprofessional Anti-Man smiled.
"No matter how boring it is, it's still a fixed wing, not much faster than your transport."
"That's true... By the way, how about yours? Is it easy to drive?" Looking at the propeller transport plane next to him that was riddled with holes by machine guns, Xinghe Bu Rumeng couldn't help but be amazed.
There were more than twenty bullet holes that he could count.
It's really amazing that he can still drive it back after it's been broken into this state.
"You mean 'dragonfly'? It's okay," he looked at his car along his line of sight, and said with an unprofessional smile, "Factory 81 has improved it several times. It could barely fly before, but now it looks like it's working."
Since becoming a pilot in "Wasteland OL", he not only likes his red and green paint job much more, but his driving skills and understanding of driving have also improved a lot.
Nothing is more difficult than "making a brick with a propeller fly into the sky" and "saving a brick without wings"!
Especially for the handling of various dangerous situations.
Many operations are rarely practiced in regular training and daily flights, but in "Wasteland OL", he can encounter special situations that "will only happen once in a lifetime" every now and then.
He even encountered it once before. He just parked the plane on the runway, but the plane started moving again because of a short circuit in the wires after the power was turned off... Huh?
Looking at the runway not far away, the unprofessional anti-man was suddenly stunned when he was lost in his memories.
I saw a transport plane parked next to the warehouse slowly driving onto the runway, and then the rotating propeller began to accelerate... And surprisingly, there was no one in the cabin.
I thought I saw it wrong.
Unprofessional anti-man rubbed his eyes subconsciously, but before he opened his eyes again, he heard the subtle voice of Xinghe next to him.
"...Do you have any duty missions today?"
Both of them saw it.
It shouldn't be that there was something wrong with his helmet.
Unprofessional anti-man looked down at VM and shook his head in confusion.
"No..."
He had seen the H-1 "Dragonfly" moving by itself due to a short circuit, but this was the first time he saw one that could fly by itself.
What kind of outrageous BUG is this? !
Because it was so unbelievable, he couldn't help but wonder if Factory 81 was testing some unmanned black technology.
Until he saw a kid carrying midnight snacks rushing out from the direction of the cafeteria and running desperately towards the runway.
While running, the man screamed like a wolf.
"Plane! My plane ran away!"