Falcon City.
On the hundred-meter-high "river bank".
The soldiers of the Falcon Kingdom were squatting behind the bunkers, waiting for battle.
A few days ago, the Alliance announced that General Yu Hanwan would bomb Falcon City, but did not say from which direction the airstrike would come. There are only 32 anti-aircraft guns in the entire Falcon City, eight of which were transferred to the royal palace in the center of the city. Only 24 guns can be allocated to the alloy giant wall that stretches for dozens of kilometers. The density of firepower can be imagined.
The officer in charge of the defense of the southeastern section is Horrett, who was a centurion in the king's guards until a month ago. However, due to the tense situation on the front line, a large number of officers of the entourage were
drawn to the regular army of the legion. In just one month, he was promoted three levels and directly became a centurion of the city defense army.
It should be a happy thing to have a smooth career, but he could not feel optimistic at all, but was worried.
Until last month, his salary was enough to feed and clothe his two wives and their families. Now that he has become the chief officer, his salary has more than doubled, but his family can hardly even afford food and clothing. You know, this is an oasis.
Even if the wastelanders all over the world are hungry, the people here should not worry about food and drink.
It's all because of this damn war.
In order to drive away the boredom in his heart and to cheer himself up, he walked to the battlefield and shouted at the top of his voice.
"Everyone, be alert! Open your eyes! The Alliance's planes will approach us under the cover of clouds! Aim the searchlights at the edges and gaps of the clouds, and watch carefully! No matter what,
not a single plane can be allowed to enter the capital!
"Long live the Falcon Kingdom!"
"Long live!"
The soldiers answered loudly, but the loud roar could not dispel the bitterness and confusion in the eyes of the children.
There were only 120 people on the three-kilometer-wide front, two light machine guns and a J anti-aircraft gun.
Not to mention it was still night.
It would be better to expect the Alliance pilots to misread the map and dive into their faces than to expect the guys in their hands to shoot down the Alliance's planes.
Horet also knew that he was forcing others, but at this moment, apart from giving his troops He had no other choice but to cheer up his men.
At this moment, a white light flashed across the distant horizon, accompanied by dull thunder from afar. Is it going to rain?
Maybe the air raid tonight will be cancelled... No!
Horet, looking into the distance, suddenly changed his face and shouted loudly. "Hide!"
Almost at the moment when his voice fell, a column of fiery red smoke fell from the sky and hit the farmland hundreds of meters in front of the river bank.
The roar of the explosion drowned out the short sound of breaking through the air, and the orange-red flames instantly rushed up to a height of a hundred meters, pushing away layers of hot air waves.
The burning scraps of wheat ears that were roasted into charcoal, soil, gravel, tiles, and everything else... were all carried to the sky by the hot smoke.
The first shot missed. Then No one took it lightly. Soon, a white light flashed in the distant clouds again, and a deafening roar almost descended near the river bank along with the rolling gunfire.
Although the 400mm main gun was not very accurate because it was too far away, the huge power made fear appear on the faces of almost every defending soldier.
It can make many mistakes.
But for them, there was only one time...
The friendly forces near the position seemed to have used up their luck. The third heavy artillery fell and hit them straight in front of them.
The hot shock wave instantly smashed the flat alloy shell downward.
Even if the relics of the previous civilization could not be destroyed by conventional weapons, the terrifying power of the friends was enough to flatten all the bunkers piled on the river bank...
The explosion The roar of the explosion echoed in his ears, and Horlet felt his internal organs trembling. The adjutant standing next to him was the same, his hands and feet were cold, and his eyes were full of fear. Just now--
That heavy artillery at least wiped out a hundred-man team of theirs.
"Spirit of the Sand Sea... They are more than 70 kilometers away from us, why can they still hit us?!" The adjutant's voice trembled, and he wanted to turn around and run away.
"It's a rocket-assisted projectile..."
Ordinary artillery shells can't fly that far. But rocket-assisted projectiles are another story.
Horlet swallowed his saliva, his eyes widened and stared at the thick smoke that covered the sky three kilometers away.
Fortunately, the 400mm main gun did not blow up the river bank. The dented but undamaged alloy shell brought a little comfort to many people.
At least the gods were still on their side. However--
Before they could cheer, the black dots that emerged from the clouds made the defenders on the riverbank look terrified.
"Look over there!"
"Alliance planes!"
The shadows that were getting closer and closer were like vultures flying in the sky. Horrett seemed to have seen the teeth and claws of those beasts.
"Damn... How many planes do they have?!"
Without hesitation, he shouted loudly regardless of the noisy artillery sounds in the distance.
"Get to the gun position!" "Stop them!"
.....
Hundreds of planes were rushing towards them, and the defenders of the Falcon Kingdom were panicking.
However, they were not the only ones who were panicking.
Old White, who was sitting behind Ye Shi, also had his heart in his throat. He gritted his teeth tightly, fearing that a little wind would blow his soul away.
Unpowered glider.
As the name implies, it is an aircraft without an engine. If the aircraft wants to obtain horizontal speed, it must do so by diving, and after the speed exceeds the optimal lift-to-drag ratio range, it needs to recover kinetic energy by raising the nose.
Therefore, the flight trajectory of the aircraft is as exciting as a roller coaster, gliding forward in ups and downs.
In a distant time and space, this thing is called an "assault glider". Like an anti-aircraft balloon, it is not some brain-opening black technology. It can be seen in everything from garden markets to "Operation Oak".
Compared with parachutes that have to hang in the sky for a long time, this unpowered glider has a very short hovering time; the maximum gliding speed can reach about 300 yards, the same speed as the "Harmony" train. And compared to the back color of paratroopers, the larger fuselage capacity allows paratroopers to carry more equipment and ammunition.
However, despite so many advantages, this thing also has a big disadvantage, that is, the accident rate is too high, which is a bit useless. In the early days, this thing was towed by a car, a winch truck or other aircraft to take off, and was "thrown" out like a paper airplane, with an accident rate no lower than the spherical pod at the bottom of a heavy bomber.
It is precisely because of this that after World War II, these two things were sent to the grave of history together, and gliders can only be seen in extreme sports.
Probably thinking of the unique height advantage of the Heart of Steel, Mosquito picked this thing up from the garbage dump of history, and changed the booster into two rockets with the warhead removed.
The flashing tracer in the distance actually gave Lao Bai some comfort in his heart.
Regardless of whether it can land smoothly or not, Huan will always reach the destination.
"Ye Shi! Aim at N Ran
Xing Feng, who held the joystick with both hands, looked tense, with rare excitement and madness flashing in his eyes.
"Good kid! Give me a low angle!"
Ye Shi smiled, holding the handle of the heavy machine gun with both hands, and the barrel stretched out of the cabin sideways, aiming the sight above the river bank.
At the same time when the glider's nose was down, he pulled the trigger.
The gunshots and the hot shells were left behind by the glider, and orange-yellow tracers were thrown towards the river bank like raindrops.
One hundred and fifty gliders opened fire at the same time, but the anti-aircraft guns on the ground were suppressed by the firepower network that fell from the sky and could not raise their heads.
However, due to the angle limit, the glider group's strafing lasted only half a minute, and the suppressed Falcon City defenders quickly returned to the anti-aircraft guns.
However, they soon discovered It turned out that the previous strafing was just the prelude to the storm, and the real nightmare had just begun.
Twenty escorting W-2 attack aircraft broke away from the flight formation and rushed towards the river bank below. After a round of dive strafing, they dropped the bombs hanging under the wings.
The flames of the explosion bloomed on the river bank in an instant.
On the ten-kilometer-wide defense line, the only four anti-aircraft guns were blown into scrap metal.
Looking at the burning flames and twisted steel, as well as the soldiers holding the "Ripper" rifles and firing at the sky while pulling the bolt, Horrett's face was full of despair.
At this time, a centurion with a bloody face limped over from the side and reported to his immediate superior with a heavy breath.
"Report to the commander! The Alliance blew up our anti-aircraft guns! We... have no anti-aircraft weapons to use."
"I'm not blind, I can see.
Interrupting the centurion's voice, Horette raised his hand to adjust the officer's cap on his head, and turned to look at the palace in the northwest.
The straight-line distance from any section of the river bank to the palace is ten kilometers. For an airplane, this distance is only a few minutes.
He closed his eyes in pain and whispered to himself. "It's over..."
The southeastern defense line had been breached by the Alliance's aircraft, and the anti-aircraft guns of the adjacent positions were still firing into the sky.
However, because the distance was too far, the pitiful firepower was a pure futile struggle.
Tracers danced in the night sky, like sawdust rising from a bonfire.
Under the illumination of the searchlight, the Guards Commander Midal, standing on the castle tower in the center of the city, finally saw the shadows coming from far to near.
And his face turned pale at the same time. Fifty?! No--
At least a hundred!
Didn't the First Air Squadron severely damage the Alliance Air Force in Oasis No. 3!?
Why are there so many?!
Those planes obviously did not take off from Bicester Town, but should be from the steel planes entangled by the anti-aircraft balloons. Heart of Iron.
Just a few minutes ago, he received news from the headquarters that the First Air Squadron led by Akante had contacted the Alliance's flight formation.
Both sides have deployed hundreds of propeller planes and are engaged in fierce fighting at the edge of Oasis No. 2.
How many planes does the Alliance have? No--
It should be said that how many flower traders does the Alliance have?!
According to the merchants from the east, there are only five or six survivors in the entire Qingquan City, but he has the illusion that these people can never be killed!
As Midal expected, the anti-aircraft guns scattered on the river bank can't stop the Alliance's planes at all.
The Alliance just randomly assigned a few planes from the flight formation to eliminate the anti-aircraft gun positions along the way, and the remaining fleet kept crossing the river bank. They rushed straight into the city and attacked the king's castle. Seeing that the planes were only three or four kilometers away, Midal immediately shouted and ordered. "Fire!" The eight quadruple anti-aircraft guns deployed on the castle fired at the same time, and thick flames rushed towards the alliance's fleet, instantly lighting up the outlines of the planes. However-- This intensive firepower did not last long. Black shadows as fast as lightning separated from the fuselage, like arrows shot from a string, accurately hitting the towers with anti-aircraft guns. "Damn it!" Looking at the towers and anti-aircraft guns engulfed by the flames and smoke of the explosion, Midal's eyes turned red in an instant, and he cursed angrily. "What is that?!" The city standing next to him The defense chief was also at a loss. Aerial bombs?
Impossible...
It was too outrageous that an aerial bomb thrown from a distance of one or two kilometers could accurately hit their anti-aircraft artillery positions.
But if it was a missile, it didn't make sense. He didn't even see the tail flame of the missile!
Looking at the burning flames in the distance, several intelligence players sitting on the glider excitedly high-fived their teammates beside them.
Of course, it was not a missile, but a six-rotor self-destructing drone "Military Force" placed in the glider.
This thing doesn't need to be dropped by a professional bomber at all. It can be thrown directly from the cabin. Intelligence players carrying neural connection devices can switch to the drone perspective for precise guidance.
A 15-kilogram warhead is enough to send away the anti-aircraft gun on the tower.
"Hahaha! Well done!"
Ye Shi, who was sitting on the machine gun position, excitedly waved his fist, and before landing, he fired a burst of bullets at the castle with his machine gun.
Looking at the violently shaking fuselage and the buildings speeding by below, Lao Bai was panicking, but he knew in his heart that he could only trust his teammates at this time.
"It's time to land!" "I know."
Giving a calm look outside the cabin, Gong Feng opened the variable angle wind resistance plate on the fuselage, and at the same time, a parachute was sprayed out from the rear of the fuselage.
The speed of the glider suddenly dropped, and the upturned belly hit the roof of a residential building.
"Fuck!"
"Fuck you! Why didn't you tell me in advance!"
Looking at the rapidly approaching rooftop, Ye Shi hurriedly moved the machine gun back to the cabin.
Large pieces of rubble were blown away.
The wings on both sides were instantly disconnected, but they were not broken, but were actively blown off to prevent the fuselage from rolling during the forced landing.
The violent impact almost made Lao Bai faint.
But he was still a ruthless man of strength, and he remained conscious until the plane completely crashed and stopped on the street.
He took out the rifle from the cabin, and he climbed out of the deformed cabin while cursing and loading the rifle in his hand.
Looking at a few black African-like laborers not far away, he fired two shots into the sky and shouted.
"If you don't want to die, get out of here!"
Hearing the gunshot, the worker who was moving obstacles with an umbrella was so scared that he lost his soul. He immediately put down his tools and ran into the alley next to him.
After confirming the direction of the castle, Lao Bai subconsciously reached out and pressed the side of his helmet, trying to access the team channel to understand the casualties of each team, but found that there was no response.
At this time, he remembered that the commander of this operation was Kuangfeng. "Ahem... Don't worry, I just confirmed that everyone landed successfully, and there is no problem."
Coughing and climbing out of the cabin, Kuangfeng wiped the dust off the helmet eyepiece and took the LD-50 submachine gun handed over by Ye Shi.
Lao Bai looked at him with a smile. "Are you... okay?
"Very OK"
Giving a thumbs up, Kuangfeng pulled Ye Shi's arm and pulled him out of the cabin.
Holding the 12mm heavy machine gun with the marks of the barrel burned in his hand, Ye Shi, who was covered in dust after being thrown, did not look scared at all, but had an expression of wanting more.
"Oh my god... This is much more exciting than parachuting!" Lao Bai: "..."
"Don't worry,"
Seeing the concerns in Lao Bai's eyes, Kuangfeng gave him a reliable look, "We are not joking."
Facing the serious gaze, Lao Bai was slightly stunned, and suddenly realized that he might be a little too cautious - or overprotective.
Unlike Fang Chang, who is a high-level player with full game talent. Although Kuangfeng and Ye Shi's understanding of the game is also very strong, it is not so strong that he is speechless.
It is precisely because of this that he always unconsciously puts himself in the role of the big brother, thinking that he should take more care of them, and ignores their growth.
However, in fact, this worry is completely unnecessary.
His buddies are indeed ordinary people in reality.
They have not received professional military training, but after so many battles and life-and-death tests, their combat experience has long surpassed themselves when they first entered the game.
Whether it is the intensity of the war or the degree of bloodiness, this cruel wasteland is not inferior to any dark period in real history.
This is a world destroyed after the war. A doomsday more barbaric than the chaotic world.
They have experienced many tests in such a world and are no weaker than anyone else, and they don't need anyone to take care of them.
Every player of the Burning Legion is a warrior who can stand on his own!
Perhaps I should trust the team more. "Yeah, I can tell. Seeing that serious look, Lao Xie suddenly smiled and his tense brows relaxed a little.
"Then I'll leave it to you."
He admitted that the glider made his blood pressure soar. But now it seems...
They are not joking.
Giving him a grateful look, Kuangfeng looked at Ye Shi seriously.
"Give the machine gun to Lao Bai, you go find a high point nearby to support us...
Our target is Entrance C, be careful not to let the defenders place explosives at the door. "
Carrying the sniper rifle seized from the academy, Ye Shi made an OK gesture, still with a frivolous smile on his face.
"Got it!"
Compared to the landing hole that fell randomly, the glider has another advantage that you don't have to look for your teammates all over the street.
The 500 Burning Legion soldiers who landed in the city quickly completed the reorganization, and advanced in an orderly manner towards the castle with three people in a group, three groups in a squad, and three squads in a row.
The street was quiet, with only sporadic gunshots and explosions. Most of the city defense forces and militia were concentrated on the river bank ten kilometers away, especially this area was the bombing area "forecasted" by the alliance. Only a few guards in the city patrolled at the risk of their lives. It was hard to even see a living person.
Some guards noticed these forced-landing planes.
Although there was no order from their superiors, they still searched the area faithfully.
And then--
Nothing happened.
To deal with these guards carrying "Eviscerator" rifles, the players didn't even bother to shoot.
The equipment of these guards was even worse than they imagined. Except for the captain of the guards who was equipped with a 0mm centurion pistol, most of the soldiers used a slender saber or a bolt-action "Eviscerator" rifle.
This rifle that can be used as a spear is still quite useful in the trenches, and the power of the 7mm full-power bullet is also strong enough.
But in the street fighting with complex terrain, it is simply self-defeating. The nightmare of the people. No matter how familiar they are with the terrain, they can't withstand the LD-47 assault rifle and LD-50 submachine gun.
Faced with the awakened who are fully equipped with automatic firepower and light cavalry exoskeleton, the patrol team that searched first instantly became pure enemies and fled in less than half a minute.
At the same time, on a tower that survived the explosion, Myrdal stared at the city in front of him in amazement, not understanding what happened.
Just a few minutes ago, several black shadows destroyed his anti-aircraft artillery position.
Just when he looked at the sky in despair and thought that those planes would pull up their noses and attack them again, something unexpected happened. He saw that more than a hundred planes The plane did not rise again, but plunged into the city in front of the castle like dumplings.
The city defense chief standing next to him, Bofu, was stunned and muttered to himself.
"What are they doing?"
An adjutant said blankly. ".....Flight accident?"
"Hundreds of planes crashed at the same time, how could this happen!" After coming back to his senses from a brief daze, Midal's face did not relax at all because of the "end" of the air raid. His intuition told him that the real air raid had just begun.
He immediately looked at the adjutant next to him and shouted. "Who is responsible for the city in front of the castle!"
The adjutant immediately answered after hearing this.
"Report! It's Centurion Adem. Midal remembers this name.
That guy was promoted from the militia to the Guards by him. Not only is he good at commanding, but he is also a powerful awakener.
Without a trace of hesitation, Midal immediately gave the order.
"Give him another 100-man team! Let him go to the city to search for those pilots immediately! Make sure to capture them alive!"
The adjutant stood up and saluted. "Yes!"
With Midal's order, Adem immediately led his 100-man team and more than 100 reinforcements into the city, ready to capture the pilots of the alliance alive.
However--
What no one expected was that the moment the two 100-man teams rushed into the city, the city was filled with crackling sounds like dozens of firecrackers.
The flashing flames from the muzzles rose and fell in the dark city, as dense as the starry sky above.
Almost as soon as they stepped onto the street, the 100-man team led by Adem was hit by the automatic fire blades. Caught off guard, they suffered heavy casualties in just one contact.
Pilots of the Falcon Kingdom usually only have a pistol, and the cockpit of a general aircraft cannot fit extra ammunition and weapons. Not to mention encountering automatic weapons.
No one even thought that the pilots did not hide in the city, but organized to fire at them. Midal, standing on the tower, stared at the city area with flickering flames in the night, and was even speechless for a moment.
The gunfire was at least the firepower of two thousand-man teams.
Did the pilots of the alliance not only have assault rifles, but also put two bodyguards in the cabin?
While Midal was still surprised, Adem, who rushed into the city with two hundred people, grabbed the walkie-talkie and cursed. "The firepower of the opponent is too strong! We need reinforcements!" The harsh buzzing filled the palace machine.
The opponent probably used some kind of communication jamming weapon, and he couldn't contact the rear at all, and couldn't report the situation here. Bullets whizzed in the street.
The opponent didn't seem to care about the ammunition at all. With all his strength, Adem could only pray that his superiors would hear something from the gunshots and send more people over.
However, the other side seemed to have no intention of stalemate with them. The gunshots from all directions quickly surrounded the street where he was.
Adem's mood sank to the bottom in an instant.
Although he could not confirm the situation of his two centurions, he could roughly judge from the direction of the gunshots that the two wings of the defense line had been lost.
It took the other side less than half a minute to annihilate at least four teams of ten people in his hands and surrounded his two teams of one hundred people.
This is definitely not something that dozens of pilots can do! At least there are a thousand people on the other side!
Looking at the broken limbs on the street and the dense gun holes on the wall, Adem, who had a murderous look on his face a few minutes ago, now had only horror on his face.
Listening to the gunshots getting closer and closer, he grabbed the walkie-talkie that only heard noise and shouted desperately.
"Damn! These people... they are not pilots at all!" "We are surrounded by them!!!"