Chapter Eighty-Three, Epilogue of the Operation

On the main road on the outskirts of New Berlin, the afternoon sun is still a little hot, and the early autumn wind blows without bringing a trace of coolness. In the middle of the road, more than a dozen dilapidated black SUVs lay horizontally, emitting black and off-white smoke, which made people feel even more bored.

The engines of the two X356 helicopters roared in the air, and the hot air jets blew off the leaves on the side of the road. They occasionally fired a volley of aerial bombs at the only intact SUV.

Inside the two cars were the Impton Councillors, and the Ampton Star bodyguards outside the cars protected the two cars like iron buckets, and the aerial bombs tried several times but did not hit a single shot.

The Xinhua soldiers who attacked the parliamentarians' convoy had been hiding in the cornfields without the slightest stress. There are only four of the special forces in charge of guarding the federal army.

The congressman's bodyguards did not have the slightest desire to leave the convoy and rush into the cornfield, they just stood by the side of the vehicle, which also made the soldiers of Xinhua Kingdom have no way.

The battle stalemate lasted for nearly 30 minutes, and the silence was broken by the sound of fighter engines whistling in the sky. Three Viking fighters from the skeleton squad arrived, and they launched missiles as soon as they spotted Xinhuaguo's modified X365 helicopter.

The X365 helicopter also reacted immediately, hearing that the pilot of the computer made an emergency evasion action, a tumble on the spot, the entire fuselage rotated 360 degrees laterally, and four missiles flew close to the rotating fuselage and fell into the cornfield.

Huge fireballs rose in the cornfield, and entire ears of corn fell in all directions. Seeing that the shape was not good, the two helicopters immediately accelerated and flew away far away. As for the three Viking fighters that arrived, their primary goal was to protect the safety of the councillor, so they did not pursue, but just watched from a distance.

However, the arrival of Viking fighters did not end the ground battle, but attracted the attention of the new Chinese soldiers in the cornfield. Six rockets flew out of the cornfield, with flaming tails, and flew directly into the air for the Viking fighters.

In the face of this flying rocket, the Viking fighter fully demonstrated its strong ability. The battle form of the three fighters changed in the air, and the original fighter shape was instantly transformed into a humanoid machine.

Two huge energy-jet engines turned into legs with thick armor, and two huge arms stretched out from under the belly, turning the original 50mm aviation cannon on the plane directly into a long spear.

The cabin is erected, and the originally transparent cockpit is retracted into the belly of the aircraft, protecting the pilot with thick armor, while the scenery from the outside world is presented to the pilot's eyes through guò projections.

Don't underestimate this steel behemoth, with the help of a secondary computer, the huge body is able to perform all kinds of movements to maintain super flexibility in the rain of bullets. With the help of the assisted driving computer, he dodged the six rockets that flew over very easily.

Three people fell to the ground, about seven meters tall, and stood guard like three iron towers on the side of the councillor's vehicle. The five-meter-long aerial cannon in his hand continued to fire at the cornfield, and he directly attacked indiscriminately regardless of whether he could hit it or not.

At this time, the soldiers of the Xinhua Kingdom who were hiding in the cornfields suffered. The entire cornfield was splashed with dirt from the aerial bombardment, and the black dirt flew all over the sky, with the smell of burning, forming a black fog in the cornfield on the side of the road.

Fortunately, the soldiers of the Xinhua Kingdom who participated in this operation were wearing combat armor, and their overall flexibility was very good, although they could not counterattack, but the losses were not very large under the rapid dodge.

After nearly a minute of continuous bombardment, the three Viking planes stopped their raging attack. Because of the continuous firing, the muzzle of the huge aviation cannon was slightly red, and at this time there was white smoke, which looked domineering. There was no complete place in the surrounding cornfields, and within a radius of 100 meters, there was a scorched earth. The soldiers of the new country have been evacuated.

At this time, one of the three Viking fighters suddenly jumped high. This jump, fortunately 100 meters high, in the air, transformed into the form of a Viking fighter. The energy engine spewed out long flames, and the wind departed.

This departed Viking fighter received a new mission. The attack on the side of the military warehouse also alarmed the military, and at the moment the Viking fighter was the closest armed force to the military base, and the convoy of the parliamentarians could not be left unattended. The squadron leader of the skeleton squadron ordered two Viking planes to guard the councilor, and the remaining one headed straight for the military base.

Just as Tims Lopson was listening to the real-time battle report at this moment, he couldn't help frowning, and then he knew that he had been completely fooled. From the fact that the rebels retreated so quickly, it can be seen that the main target of the rebels is not the Peaceton Star Councillor, or the military warehouse.

At this moment, Tim Tansen was already sitting on his personal plane, and directly asked the military department to send all the images seen by the Viking fighter plane that went to the military warehouse in Kosovo to his personal computer simultaneously. He had already seen that the military base in the distance was emitting black smoke and was in shambles, with traces of battle everywhere.

At this time, the fighter plane found ten black trucks, which were driving away from the base at high speed, all of them were black, the whole car was tightly wrapped in iron, and the license plate could not be seen.

After a little consideration, Tim Statham ordered the driver of the Viking fighter to destroy all ten trucks directly. He already knew that the rebels had found out about the Spartan plan, and he couldn't take any more chances and let the rebels bring that thing back.

The pilot of the Viking fighter immediately launched a missile, and the two huge magazines on the fighter plane flew out countless rockets, drawing dense gray lines in the air, and flew straight for the truck on the road.

The sound of the explosion resounded in the sky, and it seemed that the ten trucks were loaded with a lot of munitions, which were hit by rockets, and instantly turned into large fireballs. The orange-red fireballs blasted deep pits in the ground, and in the blink of an eye, a sea of fire was formed.

There were also many figures in the midst of the fire, struggling in pain, rushing to the side of the road covered in fire. Some rolled on the ground in pain, trying to extinguish the flames, while others kept running until the flames burned them to death.

It became a living hell in an instant.

Looking at the footage from the fighter jet's battle recorder, the people on the ground roared desperately in the blazing fire, burned to death by the flames in the painful struggle, and then turned into ashes. The crowd of charcoal-fired figures, screaming with their mouths wide open, even if nothing could be heard in the sky, the mere sight was terrifying. Even the pilot of a battle-hardened fighter plane, Xinzhong faintly can't bear it.

And this picture is seen in the eyes of Tims Symson, and the corners of his mouth are showing a cruel smile. He said lightly: "Damn Xinhua pig, how about this barbecue?" ”

After firing the rockets, the Viking fighter slowed down, dragged a long red tail flame, and circled over the military base again. After confirming that the bioradar did not detect any biological signs, it transformed into a humanoid mecha and landed on a military base.

The entire military base is now in shambles. As far as the eye can see, there are ruins and broken walls everywhere, and there are no complete buildings left. The walls were densely covered with bullet holes, and the blackened marks of rockets and grenades were all telling people of the fierceness of the previous battle.

The bodies of the Union soldiers lay strewn to the ground, blood staining large swaths of the concrete floor, some of which had not yet condensed, and flowed down the walls into the already dark red gutters.

Death! It was the same blue and white sky afternoon, but there was no more peace here, replaced by death. The base is filled with the smell of death.

Looking at this miserable scene, the fighter pilot couldn't help but cry. Fellow Confederacy soldiers, seeing so many of their comrades dying here, would shed tears even if they were stones. What made him even more angry was that he didn't find a single body of the rebels.

Less than ten minutes later, personnel from the Federal Military Department and the Ministry of Intelligence arrived. Commander-in-Chief Tim Statham ignored the Peacekeeper and went straight to the military base. He had received a report from his subordinates that the councillors had arrived at the military headquarters in the capital intact, and even the bodyguards accompanying him were only wounded and none of them were dead.

A few hundred meters outside the main gate of the base, the former sea of hellfire has calmed down. It was already charred black, emitting a thick black smoke and a choking smell, and you could still see the burned and deformed steel frame of the truck. Countless charred corpses were scattered on the ground, being lined up by military personnel to identify them one by one using genetic testing.

Looking at the corpse covered in a black cloth, revealing only a row of pitch-black feet, Admiral Tim Statham covered his forehead and nose with a handkerchief. A captain next to him, who was in charge of inspecting the scene, stood straight beside his boss. Tim asked, "What was the result?" How many rebels died here? ”

The captain's nervous calves trembled, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said in a trembling voice: "As of the current genetic testing results, no rebel corpses have been found. ”

"What?" Admiral Tim's eyes suddenly widened in anger, and an irrepressible burst of energy burst out, oppressing the captain almost out of breath. Even the guards around the admiral had difficulty breathing and almost fell to their knees.

Tim gathered his feelings, he knew that now was not the time to have a seizure. The energy dissipated, and in just a moment, the captain, who was almost soaked in sweat with fright, slumped on the ground and gasped for air.

"Say, what's the matter with these corpses?" Tim asked as he tried to suppress his anger as he looked at the captain, who had staggered to his feet from the ground.

"So far, 521 bodies have been found. According to the results of genetic testing, they are all federal soldiers who are stationed at this base. There are many more stumps, and it is not possible to calculate the exact number of deaths. The captain said in a trembling voice.

"Damn Huaguo dog!" Tim said viciously, his eyes filled with anger. His right hand was clenched tightly, and the captain felt only a tightness in his chest, and he fell to the ground, already dead.