Chapter 145: The Loser Moves Forward and Reincarnates (5)

The nose of a small magnetic rail locomotive passes between the tracks from Irkutsk to McRovo, and the air currents stir the tracks, glowing with colorful lights. Two kilometers later, more than a dozen military columns lined up in a row, and the momentum was surging.

What has changed the most about warfare in this era compared to the old era? Undoubtedly, this answer belongs to the march.

The sky is a forbidden area, the ocean is a forbidden area, and the natural environment is harsh, and the result is that the requirements for vehicles on the march have reached extremely high standards, and the ensuing supply pressure and the attack of mutated sand beasts along the way are destined to travel too long.

The Anaheim raid mobilized almost all of the African Union's military vehicles and traveled only 1,000 kilometres, while a 6,000-kilometre raid by 20,000 men across the Arctic Circle, as Ellul thinks, would be a fantasy even without political considerations.

The most mainstream loading tool in contemporary times is only the magnetic rail train, so the slightly brutal tactics of carrying the magnetic rail train to seize the beach green island have become the mainstream of combat power projection in this era, and the strategic thinking has been weakened, and the only few examples that do not pass through the magnetic rail network have been talked about for a long time and have become the military medals of a generation of famous generals.

War was the catalyst of the industrial revolution, and this reality gave birth to a special train that combined high-end military force to the greatest extent.

Sturdiness, the speed of sound, and the presence of thermal weapons at the nose of the locomotive that can cut through the railings are the three hallmarks that define a special train, and all three test the overall industrial level of a power. Therefore, 30 years after the birth of the special train, it is still the exclusive configuration of large forces.

In the First Remnant War, Greenwich's Ark Royale once carried 6 high-level abilities to raid and destroy the command center of the Global Human Alliance, the fortifications were easily cut by thermal weapons, the fault was blessed by those with the ability to cross, and the shock wave of explosives could not keep up with the speed of the Ark Royal, Greenwich in its heyday used the blood of 128 generals and the destruction of a small green island to contribute a classic example of a special magnetic track to all mankind.

And for the forces that do not have special trains, there is nothing more worrying than the military train being attacked in the tracks. What is even more tragic is that although the magnetic track technology is mature, the high laying cost and controllable driving sequence have achieved the international standard of two-way four-track and the local standard of one-way two-track, which is a complete defensive advantage for war.

There aren't many ways for an attacker to avoid a defensive advantage. The first choice is naturally to hide your own offensive intentions, and the second is to hide your own attack time, and Ellul loses both, so he can only take the most passive method and scout the train.

The scout train of the League of Americas was two kilometers ahead of the large army and slid at the same speed, and there was peace on the radar, but the team still did not dare to slack off.

This is an almost mortal task, and the superiors do not give them a choice, everyone knows that the Caucasians must have received the news of the attack of the League of Americas, and there must be a problem with the track, the difference is only what that problem is and where it is.

The squad leader hated his boss, hated Ellul, hated this damn war, and the reason why he still stuck to his post was ridiculous, as long as he could be warned in advance, he was allowed to lead the team to surrender, which was also the only chance for him and the 7 people in the car.

"52 kilometers from the McLovo sub-orbit."

"Abnormal reflexes! 14 km ahead a lot of signals, spot the Caucasians! ”

"Report to the convoy, guys, prepare to surrender."

Almost without any hesitation, the squad leader issued the most popular order on the way, and when the command was released, he only felt dizzy, and his whole body was full of the joy of not dying, this feeling was indescribable.

However, the Caucasians had no intention of receiving prisoners.

"Failed to send the signal! It's a high-power spoiler! The correspondent replied with a look of horror.

"Rush over and get out of the spoiler!"

"The magnetic field is abnormal! We're sinking! Fault! Fault! "There was no need for the driver to remind them at all, everyone felt the momentary weightlessness and the train was falling.

"How is that possible! We've been watching the portholes, how can there be a fault! ”

No one could solve the poor squad leader's puzzles, and with a bang, the scout train that had emerged from the magnetic track slid dozens of meters through the air and crashed into a raised ice mound. The speed of nearly 400 kilometers per hour caused its body to be severely crushed and deformed, the fuel tank burst, and the train turned into a huge fireball.

Two kilometers away, the Alliance of the Americas convoy immediately sensed that something was wrong.

"Abnormal turbulence ahead, it's a spoiler! The scout has lost contact! ”

"Where's the radar response!"

"The radar is so disturbed that it can't be fed!"

"Observation window!"

"The orbit is normal, there are no abnormal fluctuations!"

"The convoy slows down, lowers the training wheels, brakes prepare, combat readiness." There is too little data that can be interpreted, and the officers do not dare to make arbitrary judgments, so they can only deal with it according to the routine. However, the buffer deceleration was not enough to stop the convoy before the fault.

One minute later, the first locomotive sped off the track and swooped down towards the ice field. When the porthole passed through the halo of real and fake, the officer realized what kind of trap he had fallen into.

"Damn! It's the disguise of the capable! ”

The League of Americas finally pulled down the emergency brakes, and the three military columns had completely fallen off the rails, rolling and sliding in the snow, and the fourth military column was mostly derailed, twisting like a dead snake.

"Assault battalion, attack!"

"Ulla!"

Following Ivan, hundreds of warriors rushed out from all directions, wearing green uniforms similar to Ivan's, carrying large exaggerated grenade boxes and throwing them around, thick smoke and explosions covering the crash site.

The Caucasians were not greedy, they just seized the time to sabotage the derailed train, threw a few grenades at the enemy soldiers who were stumbling in the carriage, and left without looking at the results of the battle. Prepared for the unprepared, the assault battalion is the elite team of all the warriors, making the whole battle a one-sided massacre.

The assault battalion was in charge of the tracks, and Akachev rode alone along the faults to the tracks. After all, they had just been freed from the long civil war, and the soldiers of the League of Americas were not slow to react, the train braked, and the soldiers had already rushed out of their respective carriages, relying on the train to form a defensive line.

In their eyes, thousands of elite warriors dressed in Caucasian white camouflage charged towards the convoy with their lives and deaths, and the Caucasian dragon fell to the end, strolling in a rain of bullets.

Akachev jumped to his feet, met the front of the fifth train, inhaled deeply, and then exhaled. Thick red flames erupted from his mouth, condensing in bundles in the air, burning through the steel plates and destroying the engine.

"Boss, I can't hold on!" A crisp voice came from the headphones, it was Aphrona's voice, and Akachev fell, and at a glance he saw Elul not far away, and he was standing at the head of the train not far behind, his face full of indifference.

Sixth, or seventh? The flames distorted the air, making Karachev not really see. Anyway, it won't be more than 1 km, do you want to give it a go?

"Boss, I can't stand it, let's go!" Aphrona insisted very hard, her voice was full of tears, without the help of her ability, Akachev could not break through the defense line of the League of Americas, the track was too narrow after all.

"It's a pity." Akachev slowly retreated, disappearing into Aphrona's vision.

The assault battalion withdrew like a tidal wave, leaving behind a devastated battlefield, the derailed military columns suffered heavy losses, and not one of the sergeants remained, and in this ambush, the Caucasian Union won neatly, and left without even a single corpse.

Battle losses were quickly counted, including scouts, and the League of Americas lost four military columns, six locomotives, 7,462 soldiers killed and wounded, and nearly half of its baggage was damaged. Ellul was silent for a long time as he held the battle report, and Antonio seemed to see a giant collapsing.

"Give up damaging the front of the car and let the engineers step up the laying of the track." Ellul let go and let the report drift away in the wind, and in the wind, the thin piece of paper shredded into filaments and broke into powder.

Five hours later, the 10-kilometer track fault was urgently repaired, and the only five remaining military trains were activated and drove into McCrovo Station with trepidation.

There was no expected resistance, the whole of McRovo was dead silent, the trains, the people, all the resources useful for the war were packed and taken away, and the Caucasian Union was left with only an empty city in Ellul.

"Is it clear?" Ellul muttered to himself.

"Your Excellency, are we going to pursue?" The Force Commander, Lieutenant General Tiago, asked for instructions.

"Can we still pursue?" Ellul looked at the middle-aged general with a cold face and an expressionless face. Thiago was the best military commander in the Mexican family, and he was a good obedient to orders for three generations, and Ellul always admired him. He has led the army for many years, and he has never let Ellul down.

On the eve of the expedition, Ellul promoted him to his current position, and it can be said that except for Ellul, he is the number two person in this army, and he has more voice than the two capable people, but this reliance in exchange for a fiasco.

Ellul recalls for a long time that the commander did not give a single order during the ambush and did not appear on the battlefield for even a second.

Is it not human?

Ellul suddenly felt uninterested: "Send a reconnaissance team to scout the surroundings, we are here to repair for a week, the wounded soldiers need to be treated, and we also need reinforcements." Let the alliance replenish 5 military columns, and the troop vacancies must also be replenished immediately. Ellul paused, as if making a difficult decision, "Let Zulu Oba come over, and ask Lord Adranor to run too, I need his strength." ”

This was a dangerous move, Zulu Oba had been relied on by Ellul to suppress his political opponents, and in order to suppress this untrustworthy servant, he also declined the request of Adranor's peers, but time has changed, and he cannot win the Caucasian Alliance, and no amount of strong bullet pressure can guarantee his dominance.

"Yes, FΓΌhrer." Lieutenant General Thiago replied with a stiff face.