Chapter 142: I know you and will be proud of me
The red dot on the metal detection radar was reduced by one, and Major Qin Chong, who was sitting in the command seat, did not have the slightest joy in his eyes, but instead had a trace of melancholy.
The saturation attack of a full 200 missiles and the outer barrier constructed by 10 self-propelled magnetic cannons can almost blow up a company of integrated mechas, and according to past examples, it can also cause at least 30 percent of the enemy's battle losses, but now it is a negligible 5 percent.
Jiepeng's royal special mecha regiment is really strong enough.
The red dots were still moving at high speed, and after entering the 10-kilometer area, the ion cannon also began to shell with magnetic cannons and missiles, and finally, two more red dots disappeared.
However, at this point, the most powerful long-range attack type of magnetic cannon lost its firing angle, and was defended only by the various melee defensive weapons of the base, two mecha platoons, and the machine-gun fire of 100 heavy infantry.
The 21 mechs of Zhang Wuhui's heavy assault mecha platoon, led by the Tang warriors he controlled, had left the protection of the base's tall alloy wall and arrived at the first line of defense 5 kilometers away from the base.
They need to fend off the first wave of enemy mechs here, so that the various short-range defensive energy cannons and missiles in the base have more opportunities to hit the opponent, otherwise, when the enemy mechs are in the city, they will have to rely on fierce hand-to-hand combat.
One kilometer away from the 22 mechas, the flaps of the alloy thorns had bounced open, and the thick alloy thorns showed a 45-degree angle towards the sky. The effect is similar to the repelling deer used by the ancient infantry to block the cavalry charge, without any energy, just relying on the impact of the thorns, it can easily tear apart the fourth-level armor, and no mecha group dares to charge at full speed in front of such an alloy thorn flap.
And losing speed, all kinds of defensive artillery fire can teach them how to behave.
The six-meter-high steel alloy formation angle has also risen to form a "barrier trench", and 22 mechs are behind these trenches, waiting for the arrival of the Jepeng mecha group not far away.
The Qin Samurai mecha, which had only been in service for a few years, was painted in the dark green paint that federal soldiers liked, but the metallic paint on the fuselage was covered with mottled wear marks. That is obviously not what the wind and sand on Lafite can leave behind, it represents the diligence that belongs to the unique military force.
It's like a veteran, calmly waiting for the arrival of war.
In fact, their drivers were not as calm as the Qin warriors who were sitting in their seats.
They are human beings, they have emotions and emotions, and they can also panic and be anxious in the face of an unknown future.
The giant steel giants leaned against the alloy barrier, but some of them had their cockpits still open, and they lit a cigarette in the gap, and the smoke dispersed when it caught the wind, and the medium- and long-range missiles fired from the base overhead continued to screech through the sky, showing a white track that would not disperse in the sky.
The quieter you are, the more uneasy your heart becomes.
Suddenly they went from calm to combat, and the combat response plans they had practiced for many years were suddenly useful, and it left them in a sense of unreality.
Explosions in the distance kept coming, the missiles overhead were still raging, and the temperature of Lafite continued to rise after the rain, I don't know if it was because of the corona eruption, the stellar sun was spewing more unbearable heat than usual, and staying outside the cabin made people feel suffocated for unknown reasons.
A mecha master smoking a cigarette looked up at the blue sky and muttered through the public channel: "Mi Xiaomei, I heard that you were born in a military family, have you heard the older generation talk about this bullshit Jiepeng Royal Special Mecha Regiment that we are about to face?" β
Most of the mecha divisions on the front line were furnished in the urgent atmosphere of the approaching big war, and they all pricked up their ears at this time, listening to the inquiries of the 1st squad leader to the soldiers under him.
Mi Xiaomei is the nickname of a corporal named Mies. A high school student who had already been admitted to an ordinary university stubbornly gave up the opportunity to go to college on the eve of his grandfather's diary to join the army, and with the support of his grandfather, who was already 100 years old, he made a wish.
Unexpectedly, the gap between the dream and reality was too far, and the teenager who was only 20 years old came to the most remote "outpost" of the Federation for some reason after the boot camp, looking at the long yellow sand outside the base, he cried twice in a week after he first arrived, and successfully obtained the nickname of "Mi Xiaomei".
However, to everyone's surprise, the handsome-faced "Mi Xiaomei" did not leave, but stayed at this border post for four years, and because of her hard training, she was a pacesetter every year, and was successfully promoted from private to corporal.
If nothing else, wait until next year, he may be recommended by the Shuguang Military Base to enter the military academy for further study and enter the promotion channel of non-commissioned officers.
After a moment of silence, "Mi Xiaomei", who is usually a little introverted, said: "My grandfather is an orphan who grew up in a federal welfare institute since he was a child. Because his father, my grandfather, had died in battle with the Jeppen a hundred years ago, and his mother had died a year later due to longing and grief.
He grew up without parents, only his father's electronic diary before he went to war, and I, who also peeked at his precious diary, decided not to go to college to join the army. Grandpa is already a centenarian, although he has also put on a military uniform but has retired, he is old, he can no longer embark on the road to find his father, my father is too old to lift a knife and gun, as the only man in the third generation of the Mi family, I naturally have to be like them, put on this dark green, instead of going to college to become a small white-collar worker in the future, quietly enjoy the years.
In that year, the Federation and Jeppen fought in Shanghai, and the two sides in the starry sky invested a total of 5 fleets, and dozens of mecha divisions were invested on the planet to fight for control of the planet's surface, and my grandfather was a member of the 26th Armored Division that the Federation put into the battlefield, and was the major battalion commander of the 5th Regiment of the 26th Armored Division.
In that battle, the 26th Panzer Division was the most brilliant and wounded unit of the Union land fighting force.
My grandfather's diary recorded as follows: That day was January 1, the day of the founding of the Union, and in the early morning of this morning, the 5th Regiment of the 26th Mecha Division, which was ordered to defend the No. 3 heights on the flank of our 26th Division, ushered in the attack of the Jeppen people, and in a whole day, the Jeppen people organized up to 12 main charges, all of which were repulsed by our troops, but all the officers and men were also extremely tired, and the attrition was as high as 30%.
On the 3rd, our 5th Regiment was ordered to retreat, reorganize all the remaining units of our 26th Mecha Division, and form a new defensive position on Heights 7 after Heights 3 to provide flank protection for the main positions composed of the friendly 3rd Mecha Division, 6th Mecha Division, and 8th Mecha Division. At this time, our 26th Mecha Division has been reduced to 60% of its strength, and the whole division can put in less than 500 mecha mechs, and the enemy attacking us is still as high as one reorganized mecha division after replenishment.
However, there was news from the division headquarters that since the 6th Fleet had not yet cleared the enemy in the starry sky, the four mecha divisions that came to help did not know when they would arrive, and this battle could only rely on ourselves.
On the 4th, after a long and fruitless attack, the Jeppen people mobilized the last reserve, which turned out to be the mecha unit of the Jeppen Royal Special Mecha Battalion. They are extremely strong, I watched the newly reorganized 3rd Mecha Battalion with my own eyes, only blocked them for less than fifteen minutes, and the whole army was scattered, and they, but they resisted the attack of the three Jiepeng Mecha Battalions on the position and held on for four days and four nights!
I'm sorry, Mida, my son, it's time for Dad to go to war, Dad is an incompetent father, he hasn't hugged you since you were born, maybe, I can't feel the softness of your little body in this life, it's a pity! Thinking of this life, I can't see the bright starry sky with your mother anymore, and it's a pity! But, no regrets! β
Speaking of this, Mies's beautiful face was already filled with tears, but his voice was still calm: "So far, there is no record in the electronic diary that my grandfather uploaded to the Zhi Brain of the Headquarters. β
There was silence in the communicator, and it seemed that you could hear the wind and sand being blown by the wind and hitting the surface of the mecha, making a rustling sound.
The regret and unremorse for his son and wife made everyone feel as if they were going back to that hot afternoon of war a hundred years ago, watching the major with a face full of gunpowder smoke solemnly writing the last words on the electronic record board, jumping into the mecha that was already scarred everywhere, and taking his last soldiers to meet the legendary powerful enemy, and rush forward.
He never returned.
Mies's story continues: "The battle of Heights 7 was not a large-scale battle in the entire battle, and the world knew that the 26th Mecha Division was one of the best and most tenacious of all the 48 mecha divisions that participated in the battle, but in the battle on No. 7 Heights, how many people were killed and how many enemies were killed were not announced.
Because, in the battle of No. 7 Heights, the last surviving fighters of the 26th Mecha Division were the same as his number, but 26 people, and the remaining 2,000 people in the whole division from the major general and division commander to the other 2,000 people were all killed on the battlefield.
The battle report recorded: The 26th Mecha Division, which held on the high ground for four days and four nights, withstood the attack of two mecha divisions of Jiepeng in turn, and caused countless casualties to the Jiepeng people, after the Jiepeng Army invested a mecha battalion of the Jiepeng Royal Special Mecha Regiment, the battle situation took a sharp turn, and the whole division held on for 1 hour, with the death of Mi Chengshan, the last officer of the 26th Armored Division, the only remaining more than 100 mecha in the division were defeated.
Mi Chengshan is my grandfather, and Mida in his diary is my grandfather, and he was only half a year old at that time. According to the memories of my grandfather's surviving comrades-in-arms after the war, the reason why they only survived less than 30 people in the end was that the Jiepeng people who won the offensive and defensive battle seemed to want to vent their anger on the 26th Mecha Division, which had lost its combat effectiveness and had been defeated at that time, and perhaps the mecha battalion of the Jiepeng Royal Special Mecha Regiment, which they relied on as a killer, was killed by the remnants of the 26th Mecha Division, which fought hard, more than 30 units. So much so that the 26th Mecha Division was constantly followed and bitten by the Jeppen people with orders to kill and injure living forces throughout the collapse process, and shot at the Mecha Divisions that escaped from the damaged mechs, resulting in few survivors. β
"Every mecha of the Jeppen Royal Special Mecha Regiment has been soaked in the blood of the Federation Mecha Pilots. And I, after a hundred years of time, faced such an enemy in the first real battle of my military careerγγγγγγ Meate's tearful face suddenly smiled. My grandfather, who passed away with regret, and my grandfather, who died on the battlefield a hundred years ago, will be very proud of me in heaven. β
Then, the Qin warrior under the control of Mees, standing straight, saluted towards the void, which was the salute given to him by the centenarian lying on the hospital bed in the video before he said goodbye to his family and was about to step into the new barracks.
Seeing Mees's military salute, the soldiers of the heavy assault platoon, including Zhang Wuhui, who had not spoken all this time and had a calm and closed his eyes, also drove the mecha one after another, stood in a row under the alloy wall, and saluted towards the distant sky amid the blowing wind and sand and the screaming of missiles overhead.
Salute!
Warrior's Gift!
The soldier from a hundred years ago seemed to be above the sky, and his eyes were different.
They, already know what to do.
On the ground in front of him, there was a sound of "knock", "knock", "knock", like a drum.