The night was dark.

In the southeast of Luoxia Province, 12 "killer whale" transport planes galloped in the endless desert, kicking up billowing smoke and dust behind them, and quickly advanced in the direction of Oasis No. 9.

In order not to be discovered by the regimental personnel, the flight altitude of this aviation formation was very low, and the distance from the ground was even less than fifty meters.

Although the light blue arc is not as obvious as the air column of a fuel plane, it can be seen by people on the ground as long as they are not blind in the cloudless night sky.

Not to mention that the corps also has aircraft and radars, although the technical content is not high, but it does not mean that there is no threat. Especially after realizing that the business is in the war.

They will inevitably send more anti-aircraft equipment, more anti-armor weapons to the front line, and even use the weapons stockpiles that have been sealed for centuries.

As long as they're not stupid.

At first, when he heard about Chu Guang's plan, the captain of the company's transport team refused to carry it out, after all, they were only a team of transportation logistics and did not receive an order to enter the war zone.

Sending a combat-ready transport plane to the front without gaining air supremacy, or even a fighter escort, is tantamount to joking with the pilot's life.

Even if you want to do this, you have to get the approval of the Ministry of Armed Forces of the enterprise.

However, the opportunity for war was fleeting, and the exchange of information between the alliance and the lion kingdom relied on pigeons, and the exchange of information with enterprises relied on airplanes. Waiting for the approval of the armed forces department of the enterprise, the daylily was cold.

Fortunately, Yi Chuan and Wu Mu helped a little, and with great difficulty, they persuaded the stubborn transport captain to turn a blind eye and allow the air formation to make an exception on the way back to make a circle - to cross the border of Luoxia Province.

However, they have to be extremely careful.

Not to mention the loss of a plane or something, even if there is an extra bullet hole in the shell of the aircraft, it is difficult for them to explain it to the logistics department of the Ministry of Armed Forces.

As for those pilots, they didn't have to do much ideological work, and as soon as they heard that they were going to Luoxia Province, those young men cheered excitedly one by two.

The war mobilization of Ideal City began before the Battle of Seoya City broke out.

Those young men who drove transport planes came to the front line with enthusiasm, and they couldn't wait to fight with those big-nosed guys.

Especially after watching that video.

In the cabin.

The construction site boy and brick lying by the window can't wait to stuff his head into the window, trying to see what the legendary "artificial oasis" looks like.

It is said that the No. 9 oasis is the largest oasis in Luoxia Province, with a total area of 10 square kilometers equivalent to a "Zhejiang Province".

However, the flight altitude is too high.

He could only see a rough outline in the night, and he couldn't see what was hidden behind the lush horizon.

"Gan! Why don't we fly low? ”

Hearing this complaint, the debtor big eye sitting in the seat next to him rolled his eyes. "Are you worried that people won't know you're coming?"

Hearing the conversation between the two, other players in the distance also joined the conversation.

"Anyway, we haven't entered Oasis 9 yet, have we? The Legion's anti-aircraft guns won't hit here, right? ”

"That's not good, maybe there are anti-aircraft missiles on the other side, but it's just that the planes are not used in the survivors' settlements."

"Is it possible that the map over there hasn't been made yet?"

"Makes sense!"

"Not necessarily, that's Ah Guang! With Ah Guang being so fine, I will definitely finish it, but I just don't show it to you! ”

"I'm ruthless!"

There was no hint of nervousness in the "hearty" laughter, and the co-pilot in the cockpit glanced back, and couldn't help but admire it in his heart.

It is worthy of the elite of the alliance!

Just this spirit of seeing death as if it were home, it was difficult not to make him awe-inspired.

At this moment, the players sitting in the cabin are all good brothers of the 200 yuan of the death corps. But now they have far more equipment than 200 silver coins.

Even more than 20,000 silver coins!

The "Pioneer I" military exoskeleton on their bodies alone is worth 12,000 Cr, which is equivalent to three times the exoskeleton of the miner series! Not to mention the infantry support weapons carried in the cabin, as well as individual heavy equipment.

Considering that the Death Corps had experience in desert warfare, Chu Guang thought about it again and handed over this glorious and arduous task to the edge paddling.

This operation was not only to help the allies share the pressure from the north and prevent the Legion from obtaining supplies from the northern part of the Valle Province, but also to test the new equipment that the Alliance imported from the Enterprise, so the equipment invested was quite large.

That's the end of a whole set of power armor!

And because they were fighting off the logistical supply lines, each of them carried 2.5 times the base ammunition, and everyone had an eager expression on their faces.

I've never fought such a rich battle, and I've been staring at the map carefully since I got on the plane, repeatedly studying the battle plan written next to the map, and getting ready to give a grand fireworks show to the ghosts from the West Coast.

This is an opportunity that he has managed to snatch from the spring, and he can't let the managers and the alliance down!

The air formation crossed a cliff.

The co-pilot came over with two cups of black tea and handed one of them to the corps commander "edge paddling". "Would you like a drink? Friend. ”

I have to say that the enterprise does have a set of technology.

In the state of flying at high speed close to the ground, I couldn't feel the slightest shaking, and the tea in the cup was not spilled at all. The edge paddled and took the cup and looked at it.

"Thank you······ Can you help me change a glass of boiled water? ”

Seeing the hesitation in his eyes, the co-captain smiled and said.

"Don't worry, after the dealkalizing treatment, this tea only has a refreshing effect, and it will not make you want to go to the toilet more."

Hearing this, the edge paddling finally put his mind at ease, directly raised his head and took a sip, and returned the cup to him in the captain's surprised sight.

In good times, the battle would start before dawn, but they would have to stay outside for a while. It doesn't hurt to drink a little more water.

Seeing the calm expression on the face of the corps commander of the alliance, without the slightest ease of going deep behind enemy lines, the co-pilot couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said to him in a casual tone.

"Looks like you already have a plan?" The edge paddling said in a casual tone.

"Of course, the battle plan developed by the command overnight, we will attack from the north of the military base······ Cooperate with the south side to initiate

Feints allies take their ammunition depots, and if all goes well, our allies can get a batch of legion equipment, and we can cut off their supplies to the north. ”

The co-pilot nodded.

"It's a pity that we haven't fought such a large-scale battle in a while, and we can't help you create a greater advantage······ This is a tough battle that you can only handle on your own. ”

Edge paddling grinned and closed the map in his hand with the battle plan written on it. "It's okay, it's enough!"

After a few small talks, the deputy director turned around and returned to the cab. Not long after, the captain's reminder came over the radio.

"We're about to cross the sandstorm area, and there will be strong drafts, so you'd better get back to your seats and strap on your hazard belts." "If you don't want to put up the lottery before you get off the plane."

Hearing the NPC's reminder, the players left the window and returned to their seats, settling their hazard belts. Almost half a minute after the radio voice fell, the fuselage of the plane began to shake violently, and the sound of yellow sand whistling came through the bulkhead.

The sandstorm in Luoxia Province contains a small amount of iron oxide, which can interfere with electromagnetic waves to a certain extent, and can effectively avoid active detection methods such as radar and infrared heat source detection.

They are now very close to the front line. Great care must be taken.

......

Leaning to the edge of the sandstorm, the air formation moved in an arc, made a large circle, and landed on the back of a sand dune on the north side of Oasis 9.

The hatch slammed on the ground, splashing billowing dust, and the heavily armed soldiers, carrying rifles on their backs, quickly ran out of the cabin in pairs carrying a one-meter-wide box.

"Login! Move fast! ”

In the urging sound of paddling on the edge, in just one minute, all equipment and personnel have been deployed.

The pale blue arc blows downwards and begins to gradually increase the power output, and the high-speed air flow blows around the heated sand.

There were staccato sounds coming from the communication channel.

“.···· The transport plane is about to return······ Good luck to you, soldiers of the Alliance! "Roger, and I wish you a safe return!"

The twelve transport planes came and went as fast as they came, and after completing the deployment, they did not stay here for a moment, and immediately started their engines and returned in the direction they came.

Time is of the essence.

The edge paddling also did not delay, and immediately beckoned the brethren in the corps to unload the equipment and supplies in the box.

Due to the limited transportation capacity, the 12 "killer whale" transport planes could only project half a thousand troops to the target area, so he only brought the top 500 elites in the corps.

It may not be possible to use the advantage of numbers, but it is enough to have these brothers!

Glancing at the equipment deployed around him, and then at the exoskeleton on his body, his heart was full of confidence.

"I thought we'd just jump over their heads," the construction boy muttered to Brick, pushing a tricycle, "and we're going to ride this?" ”

The tires of the tricycle have been widened to better suit the desert terrain, and a mortar is placed in the rear trunk.

Another tricycle not far away was even more exaggerated, with a bracket welded to the faucet and a light machine gun on it. 120 converted folding tricycles, plus quadcopter drones used by Intellect players, are all part of the Alliance's own equipment.

Not far away, the "Cerberus" quadruped robot and the "Seagull" fixed-wing drone being assembled are imported by the alliance from the company at a huge expense.

"It's okay to skydive, do you want to be hit by a machine gun on the ground?"

Laughing and scolding, the edge paddled to look at the black figure behind him, the expression on his face was serious, and he spoke.

"Attention to the captains of the hundred-man team, take your brothers and equipment, go to the target assembly point, and wait for the signal to attack!" "Action!"

The crowd lowered their voices and answered in unison. "Roger!"

Except for the big eyes responsible for operating the "Seagull" fixed-wing drone, he stayed in place with his team.

The rest of the players boarded the tricycle and were pedaled hard by a power animal towards their predetermined combat position. Sitting on the edge of the three-wheeled paddle, he took a deep breath and took out the map again to confirm the battle plan.

So far, everything has gone as planned, but for some reason he always has a feeling of unease. Is it a delusion?

But he's a perceptual department...

At this moment, a sudden explosion was heard in the distance, piercing the noisy night sky.

Everyone looked up and looked in the direction where the explosion had come, their eyes full of surprise.

"It's the military base of the mission target..." The construction site boy pedaled hard with the bricks on three wheels, and muttered in confusion, "Didn't you make an appointment to start in the early morning, why did you advance it?" ”

They're not there yet.

There are no radios to communicate with, and now there is no way to communicate with the friendly side and ask them what is going on. The edge of the paddling frowned, and suddenly thought of something, and his face changed slightly.

"What time is the hour of the morning written in the planning briefing?"

"What time? Of course, it's the time of Luoxia Province-" The construction site boy and the brick instantly came back to their senses and were stunned, ", should they use the alliance's time?!" ”

It is impossible for the army command of the alliance to commit such a low-level accuracy, and the time zone must be marked on the battle plan with symbols at the same time, and the corresponding conversion will be made to ensure that the plan execution time is accurate.

There is only one explanation for such an error, that is, the friendly command has deviated when transmitting instructions to the subordinate troops, which is accurately understood as the alliance time... ...·

Either there are internal ghosts in the Lion Kingdom, and it is too late to transmit the information back to the Honey Badger Kingdom, so they can only use the trick of tampering with orders to interfere with the implementation of the plan.

In either case, as far as the result is concerned, the two sides "swapped" the time zone, resulting in a full hour of advance for the battle! Gan!

Pit daddy, this is!

I didn't have time to cry or laugh, so I made a quick decision at the edge of the paddling, and pressed the button of the communicator and said loudly. "Attention squads!"

"Friendly troops fire in advance, determine the position of the friendly forces to be exposed in advance····· Start Plan C to continue. "Action!"

The clock went back to dozens of minutes ago. On the desert shrouded in night.

Men in khaki cloaks crawl on the edge of the dunes, holding a telescope in their hands, looking out at the looming campfires in the distance

His name is Piman Honey Badger, the eldest son of the Honey Badger royal family, and he is also the marshal of the Honey Badger Kingdom's Restoration Army.

The beard that hung on his chin was thick like a broom, and both the angular face and the muscular physique looked like his father.

This is the opposite of his younger brother Sommer Honey Badger.

Glancing at the time on his watch, Piman patiently enjoyed the last of the night's silence, his thoughts drifting away with the evening breeze. About two months ago.

The Falcon Kingdom, with the support of the Legion, launched a surprise attack on the Honey Badger Kingdom, and it took only a week to occupy the entire kingdom

His father was killed in battle to defend the royal capital, and he followed the remnants of his army and withdrew with his younger brother and sister to the territory of the Lion Kingdom, and with the support of the Lion royal family, he reorganized the organization and recruited refugees who had fled from Oasis 3 to form the Restoration Army.

Originally, according to his plan, he planned to launch a counterattack offensive at the end of the year to reclaim the territory belonging to the royal family from the hands of the Falcon Kingdom, but--

The kind "vulture" did not give them time to prepare.

At the same time that the letter of condemnation from the Three Kingdoms was sent to the Falcon Kingdom, the Falcon Kingdom did not breathe, and then marched eastward, aiming the spearhead of the attack at the Lion Kingdom that took them in.

The tide of the battle has taken a turn for the worse.

As the overlord of the desert, although the national strength of the Lion Kingdom is far above that of the Falcon Kingdom, the other party has tightened its belt and prepared for war for more than ten years, and with the support of the legion, the scale of the standing army is above that of the Lion Kingdom.

And since the Honey Badger Kingdom was in the way before, the Lion Kingdom did not have to face the threat from the west of the Great Desert, so it could be said to be unprepared.

Now...

The arrogant kings have finally paid the price for their stupidity and compromise.

They expected to feed the beast by sacrificing a lamb, but they forgot that it was a jackal who could not be fed at all.

In less than a month, the flames of war burned from Oasis No. 3 to Oasis No. 9, and the speed of the battle line was so fast that the Falcon guns were less than 100 kilometers away from the lion's royal capital.

The Hump Kingdom and the Golden Lizard Kingdom saw that the Falcon Kingdom's attack was so ferocious, that even the old desert overlord had no power to fight back, and they were also frightened by both of them, and the war declaration report had been sent, but they did not dare to send troops.

Facing the combined forces of the Falcon Kingdom and the Legion alone, the situation in the Lion Kingdom is already precarious.

In order to mobilize all their forces to defend the royal capital, the guerrillas active in the north have set out south, gathering towards the banner of Prince Winter, in an attempt to bring down the Falcon Kingdom with a strong offensive and defensive bunkers.

To Piman, this idea is naïve and like a dream.

Never taking the initiative to attack means that you will never be able to seize the initiative, and once the guerrillas in the north withdraw within the defensive line, it means that the Falcon Kingdom and the legion's troops on the northern front can move forward without caring about the danger of the supply line.

And it's even more ridiculous to expect to bring down these jackals.

Regardless of the fact that the Falcon Kingdom has been preparing for this day for more than ten years, just relying on the treasure looted from Oasis 3 will be enough for them to obtain enough supplies from the east until the blood of the Lion Kingdom runs dry... ...

However, the situation has taken a turn for the better.

Perhaps thanks to Somer's diplomatic mediation, the overlords in the southern part of the valley finally realized the threat from the West and sent troops into the desert with the support of the Corporations.

The target is a military base located in the northern part of Oasis 9, which is said to be an important supply hub for the Falcon Kingdom's northern front.

If this military base can be captured, it will not only thwart the attack plan of the Falcon Kingdom's northern front troops, but also hopefully cut off the supply line from the northern part of the river valley province.

Unfortunately, however, the Lion Kingdom was left with no troops in the north, and the ball was kicked to him after a quarrel.

Prince Winter hopes that the Honey Badger Kingdom's Restoration Army will replace the 12th and 13th Thousand Troops in the original plan to go to the target area to cooperate with friendly forces.

This plan is quite risky.

The military base in the target is located behind the Legion Line, which means that they will not receive any support. Once they are dragged by the opposite side and the enemy troops arrive, they are likely to be completely annihilated.

What's more, even if the enemy's reinforcements did not arrive, this mission was quite sufficient. It's the elite of the Legion stationed there.

Piman, who had fought the Legion in Oasis 3, knew better than anyone how strong the Legion's elite fighting might be.

Obviously, Prince Winter didn't want his subordinates to suffer unprovoked losses, so he proposed to let the Honey Badger Kingdom's restoration army go up as a reward for the Lion Kingdom for raising them for more than a month.

Piman could have refused to carry out the order that almost meant him to die, but after some thought, he finally agreed. After all, this is likely to be his sister's chance to trade her happiness for herself...

In addition, the overlord in the southern part of the River Valley Province had promised to hand over the captured supplies to the Lion Kingdom to deal with, and he could take this opportunity to keep the captured equipment for himself.

Anyway, those tanks will only be used by those cowards to drive into the trenches and bury them as turrets, rather than to arm his loyal subordinates.

The Restoration Army needs that equipment.

Whether it's to regain lost territory, or to guarantee an independent position!

For this reason, Piman took almost all the elites of the Restoration Army, made up a team of 1,000 people, and personally brought them here.

So far·· ...

At least intelligence is fine.

Piman took a map from his bosom, shook the sand from it, and unfolded it on the ground.

He stretched out his index finger and followed the reticle on the map for a while, finally stopping at a red circle and dotting, muttering softly in his mouth.

“.....· Here it is. ”

Next to Piman, a middle-aged man with wrinkled faces said in a low voice. "Are we going to attack?"

His name was Clough, and he was once the captain of the Kingdom Guard, and now the commander of the Restoration Army, and the bravest and most capable commander under Piman.

"Hmm," Piman nodded, his index finger tapping across the map, glancing at the night-shrouded camp ahead of him, and continued in a low voice.

"Our friendly forces will attack on the north side of the base, and before that we need to attract fire on the south side to create a window for our friendly forces to attack."

An officer couldn't help but say. "Do we have allies?"

Piman said in an unwavering voice.

"The alliance will support us, and they have made a promise!"

Except for Clough's face did not change, the other officers around him all looked at each other and fell silent. Alliance···..

This is the north side of Oasis 9.

Even if it was to cross the northern front of the Falcon Kingdom and walk in a straight line from the alliance to here, it would have to be more than 800 kilometers. The battle plan was drawn up two days ago, how could it be possible to get here in two days?

In the eyes of many, they may have been sold by Prince Winter or someone else. There are no friendly forces at all.

Not everyone in the Lion Kingdom sympathized with them as much as the Lion Royalty, and in the eyes of many ministers and nobles, it was because they were taken in that they brought war to the kingdom.

Those people wanted them to die immediately, to use their corpses to hold back the Legion's offensive on the northern front, to buy time to mobilize the forces of the other kingdoms and the intervention of outside forces.

Perhaps the kings of the desert will eventually emerge victorious. But they will die here.

Piman glanced back at his men and read the pessimism in their eyes. After a moment of silence, he said in a fierce voice.

"I know what you're thinking, but now is not the time to think about those things."

"We have only one chance, and the only thing we can do now is to believe, to believe in our compatriots and siblings, to believe in our brothers and sisters······ Believe that good will eventually triumph over evil. ”

"Even if we don't survive to the end, our blood will eventually soak the yellow sand, and our souls will be immortal, and we will fight to the end under the watchful eye of the spirit of the sand sea."

A pair of double pupils re-written firmness.

There is no longer a face to see doubt. "The spirit of the sand sea will be equal to me."

With his palm pressed to his forehead, Piman, who had risen from the ground, returned to the anticline of the sand dunes and gently patted his subordinates on the shoulders.

"Go, warriors of the kingdom, dig the trenches through your chest, load your rifles, and set up our cannons—give the ugly demons a little color. ”

"Even if this place is where we bury our bones today, don't let our allies look down on us!" Kilometers away, the camp was lit up sporadically.

The sentry standing on the watchtower couldn't help but yawn and counted how much time was left until the shift change. This is Camp 350, the logistical transit base of Army Group North.

Although the strategic value of the area was so important that General Criffin sent a heavy garrison to defend it, the soldiers stationed here have not fought a single battle so far.

The only thing they can do every day is to bathe in the sand or look at the cacti in the distance. Rather than wasting their lives here, they would rather go to the front and at least have a chance to shoot.

Instead of passing the time by talking to the sand, as is the case now.

At this moment, there was a sudden explosion of cracking rocks in the distance, which startled the sentry on duty, and subconsciously squatted behind the guardrail.

Before he could come to his senses, the gas canisters with white smoke in tow drew five thick parabolas in the air and landed heavily in the camp.

"Boom --!"

With a loud sound of landslides and cracks, five flames burst into the noisy military base in an instant.

The shrill alarm bell sounded, and in the sound of the siren, the sleeping soldiers got up from their beds one after another, carried their equipment and went to the combat position to assemble.

Buckling his steel helmet to his head, a centurion walked up to the outpost, grabbed a sentry, and asked in a spitting voice. "What happened just now!"

The sentry, who was supposed to be a newcomer, straightened up nervously and spoke in a rapid voice. "Report! It's the earthen artillery of the guerrillas! ”

The kind of earthen cannon made of gas canisters was very common in Luoxia Province, second only to the cast-iron cannon that required a broom to clear the rifling.

In particular, the inhabitants of the desert would fill a tin pot with explosives made of sugar and mix it with nails or sand. Although the power of this bomb is not as powerful as that of Black Sorkin or TNT, it is better because the materials are cheap and easy to make, and a small workshop can make a lot of them.

The oasis of Luoxia Province is most lacking in grain, especially sugarcane, which is used to make sugar.

A "gas canister" bomb with a charge of 500 kilograms, even a conqueror tank has to panic. Of course, the premise is that it hits the top of the turret cover...

The soldiers of the Legion were well trained, and quickly recovered from the initial panic.

Two teams of 10 men had already run into the crater where the mortars were kept, and launched a counter-shelling based on the approximate location of the fire observed by the watchtower.

Awakened by the thunderous sound of artillery, Yard, the commander of the thousand-man team, quickly put on his clothes and walked out of the barracks.

Roughly guessing what was happening, he did not panic, and calmly called a centurion and gave him an order. "The shells are coming from the south, about 5 kilometers away, take your men and give those guys a little color!" "Yes!"

The centurion, who received the order, stood up and gave a military salute neatly, and then ran to the side barracks without delay, beckoning his subordinates to go.

Looking in the direction he had left, Yard's brow relaxed slightly, and he took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. It's just a guerrilla.

It's not worth his attention.

The power of the five gas canisters just now seemed to be loud, and the sound was indeed loud enough, but in fact it didn't hurt a few people, just a few sandbags.

The explosion-proof bunkers placed in the camp greatly limited the diffusion of shock waves and explosive fragments in the longitudinal plane, and most of the power soared into the sky in the form of a cone.

The kind of thing that a heavy cannon can only happen to the kingdom army of the Lion Kingdom. Even the soldiers who were trained by them knew how to save themselves to the maximum extent possible in the shelling.

The only thing that Yard couldn't figure out was...

With so many military bases, why did the people of the Lion Kingdom choose here? Is it a coincidence?

Or is the information leaked...

At this time, an officer in a military uniform was walking briskly towards this side with an annoyed face.

Yade knew the man, who was the deputy of the chief of logistics of Army Group North, named Antonit, who had come here two days ago to inspect the work.

At the same time, check the inventory in the warehouse.

This guy is very cautious, even to the point of nervousness, and every box has to be opened and examined, as if anyone is rare with those bullets.

Yard noticed that he was missing a sock on his left foot and had a patch of ash on his left knee, which he presumably had fallen from the bed. "What the hell was going on?" Antonite said with an annoyed expression, "I need an explanation!" ”

Yard held back a smile and said comfortingly.

"It's a small problem, it's just a sneak attack by the guerrillas."

"Guerrillas? Didn't those people evacuate? Anthony frowned.

"Maybe they're back, who knows." Yard patted the logistics officer on the shoulder and said with a calm smile, "Don't be nervous about my friends, it's just a bunch of minions, it's going to be solved soon,"

Antonite stared at him warringly.

"I advise you to be serious, the equipment stored in the warehouse is related to the next round of offensive plans on the entire northern front! If General Griffin's plan is delayed, you know the consequences! ”

Looking at the logistics officer with a serious face, Yad laughed.

"Don't worry, man, I know the consequences, my men will be very careful to pull those rats out······ But then again, for the sake of danger, I have to trouble you and me to hide in the blast bunker for a while. The barbarians were throwing stones in a frenzy of impotence, and it would be too unjust to be struck by their stones. ”

Antonite knew that it was useless to be in a hurry, so he nodded calmly and followed him to the blast bunker. The gas canister shells were slow to reload, and a second round of shells did not come after several minutes.

In the Legion camp, on the contrary, eight mortars were firing continuously, and after three rounds of regional fire to suppress the general position of the target, another round of flares was fired into the air, lighting up a desert in the south into daylight.

The "weasel" reconnaissance vehicle, which took the lead in setting off, has already locked on the source of firepower.

Under the guidance of the commander, four 20-mm heavy machine guns and eight 10-mm machine guns deployed on the south side of the camp opened fire in unison at the sky, and fired at the position of the Restoration Army.

Tracer lights flickered in the night sky, and large-caliber bullets poured down from the sky like flowers scattered by heavenly maidens, drenching the artillery positions scattered behind the dunes.

The gas canisters had just been placed on the triangular supports, and before they could be ignited, the gunners standing next to them were instantly killed and wounded. Only a few experienced veterans desperately rolled into the bomb crater on the side to save their lives.

However, over-the-horizon spanning shooting is just the beginning.

With the assistance of reconnaissance vehicles, the mortar team in the military base recorrected the coordinates of the shelling and guided the counter-artillery fire to accurately fall on the heads of the Restoration Army.

At the same time, a hundred-man infantry team had completed its assembly, boarded four light tracked trucks in batches, and slaughtered it in a mighty manner.

Stunned by the constant fire.

Piman, crouched in the trench, raised his rifle and fired out to resist, trying to suppress the four pairs of headlights that were driving in the distance, while shouting at his comrades beside him.

"Hold on!"

"Hold this place at all costs!"

"Your Highness, their firepower is too fierce!" A centurion crouched not far away, his hoarse roar tinged with a hint of desperation. Whether it was the density of the firepower or the power of the power, the military base five kilometers away exceeded their expectations.

In just ten minutes...

The artillery positions were completely annihilated, the infantry casualties had exceeded 100, and the situation was precarious, but friendly support was delayed. Piman gritted his teeth, his fists bursting into the grip of his rifle.

"Then I have to hold on to Lao Tzu!"

Without sufficient supporting firepower and reliable anti-armor means, they could only crouch here and be beaten passively. But even so, he was still willing to believe in that one in 10,000 possibility.

Their allies will not betray him, reinforcements from the Alliance have arrived here! And then came the moment of their counterattack!

Even if he took 10,000 steps back, he made a mistake, Prince Winter deceived him, and the reinforcements of the alliance did not exist from the end... Die on the way to the attack.

It's better than dying in a bomb shelter! A military base in the distance.

The sentries on the watchtower smacked their tongues as they looked at the firelight in the distance. "Tsk······ I can already smell the roast. ”

"Anyway, I can't find anything valuable, so let those humming brutes clean up the battlefield in a while." "A whole team of 1,000 people, they really dare to send it."

One of the sentries said with a smile.

"Who knows? Maybe it's because you know you can't win, and you want to gamble. Another sentry shrugged and quipped.

"It's a pity they picked the wrong person."

On the other side, inside a concrete-reinforced anti-artillery bunker.

Knowing from the communication channel that the front-line troops were about to engage the enemy, Yard raised his arm and glanced at his watch, estimating that the battle should be almost over.

Then, he looked at Antonette next to him and said in a joking tone. "Let's make a bet."

"Bet on what?" Antonette replied casually absentmindedly, and he had a feeling of uneasiness from just now. Why was it attacked here?

The timing was too coincidental.

And if it is assumed that the other side already knows the strategic value of this military base, the intensity of their attack is a little too perfunctory.

IMHO.

The combat effectiveness shown by those people is not much stronger than cannon fodder, it is completely like they were sent to bite them.

Maybe he was thinking too much, but he couldn't think of any point in those people's attacks other than sending them to death.

He didn't feel that there was anything wrong, looking at Anthonice who was frowning, Yade said with a fluttering eyebrow. "Just bet······ Can my people get rid of that group of minions five kilometers away in five minutes? ”

Antonit's eyebrows rose as he was about to say something when a deafening explosion came from outside the blast shelter, interrupting his train of thought along with the shaking of the ground.

Holding on to the wall, Antonite, who had not yet stood still, glanced out the observation window, but saw only the smoke drifting away, but did not see where the explosion was.

He cursed in annoyance, hiding the subtle hint of panic on his face. "Damn, why are there still bombs here!"

Piman's face was also full of surprise, and it didn't take long for the surprise to gradually turn into a trace of panic, and his lips opened and closed softly

“..·.·· No, that voice is by no means a partisan cannon! ”

There was not the slightest warning, not even the whistling of shells piercing the air!

Two explosions rang out almost simultaneously and unmistakably knocked off his mortar position. Obviously, that wasn't curve-projected firepower.

Rather, it falls almost vertically from the sky! There are no planes in the Lion Kingdom. So there's only one possibility—

"What's that?" Antonette looked at him stunned, waiting for an answer.

However, Yard didn't respond to his expectations, but just rushed to the table like crazy and grabbed the phone that was resting on the table.

With a quick flick of a few buttons with his index finger, he could no longer see the expression of ease on his face, and he roared out almost with all his strength.

“．．··· Call the front-line air command department, this is the 530 military base, we are under air attack! "Support is needed here!"