A flame rose in the darkness.

When they saw the smoke rising from the direction of the military base, the soldiers of the Restoration Army who were crawling in the trenches widened their eyes in surprise.

Including Yade.

Including his subordinate Clough.

And the centurions who struggled in despair.

In the distance, the reconnaissance vehicle began to retreat, turning its head back in the direction of the military base.

The four trucks that were coming towards them stayed where they were.

The infantrymen who had already disembarked could not advance or retreat, so they could only create simple foxholes on the spot, lie down in the foxholes, and engage in exchanges of fire with the soldiers of the Restoration Army who were leaning on the trenches.

It turns out that these demons with bulging noses are not invincible.

After losing the fire support from the rear, they were quickly locked in a bitter battle against several times the number of Avenger soldiers, suffering continuous casualties.

Looking at the pillar of smoke rising to the north, Yard's face was full of surprise, which soon turned to ecstasy.

He ripped off his scarf, tied it to his injured arm, and shouted excitedly to the soldiers behind him.

"It's reinforcements!"

"Our reinforcements are ahead!"

"As I said, they won't break their word!" True north direction.

The military base of the Legion is a cloud of smoke.

In particular, the artillery position, because of the key care, was even more overturned by the fire that fell from the sky, and it was a mess!

Hiding in the anti-artillery bunker, Piman desperately shouted into the communication channel, but there was no response except for the sound of electricity.

It's not just that the air command from 100 kilometers away can't communicate.

Even the hundred-man squad outside the military base could not be contacted, and the communications of the rest of the combat units were intermittent, and without exception, the reports were not badly damaged and asked for reinforcements.

Piman's face turned slightly pale, and he hung up the phone and sat down limply in his chair.

Antonite looked at him with a grim face, sweat oozing from his forehead.

"What the hell is that?"

"It's metallic hydrogen, it's not just metallic hydrogen, it's EMP," Piman opened and closed his trembling lips, a hint of trepidation written on his face, "our communications have been cut off. ”

Hearing this, Antonit's eyes widened.

“EMP??? Hydrogenium?! How could the partisans have such a thing!? ”

Piman swallowed and said with difficulty, "That's not a guerrilla plane. ”

The moment he heard the word enterprise, Anthony involuntarily held his breath, and a trace of trepidation began to be written in his eyes.

Half a month ago, at the operational meeting, he heard General Griffin speak.

The Legion's eastward strategy had already attracted the attention of the East Coast, including their capture of the Trailblazer, which was obviously impossible to conceal from those people.

If they can't end this war in a short time, businesses are likely to get involved.

And until then.

This war will evolve into a head-to-head confrontation between the Legion and the Enterprise, and the ancient contract will be torn to shreds.

For a century...

Anything like this has never happened.

At the same time, just above Piman and Antonite, a drone with a bulb-shaped nose is hovering high in the sky.

Its name is Seagull, it comes from the distant east coast, costs 1.5 million C each, can carry 8 guided missiles, and a 20-mm aviation cannon with 600 rounds of ammunition.

The communications equipment of the ground military base has been completely paralyzed by an EMP missile, and the command system of the corps has suffered heavy damage.

Although they had rehearsed a situation where the communication equipment would not work, they clearly did not expect to be hit by EM, and the sudden attack caused chaos in the camp.

The tank crews quickly rushed to the garage, intending to drive out the tanks and anti-aircraft vehicles inside.

However, before they could get close to the garage, another missile fell from the sky.

The air-burst white phosphorus bombs burst like fireworks towards the ground, and flickering plumes of smoke fell from the air, quickly turning an entire barracks near the garage into a living purgatory.

A soldier subconsciously raised his hand to block the dazzling white light, but his arm was accidentally grazed by a flying spark.

Like a match falling into an oil drum, the faint flames instantly turned into a raging fire, and it only took a few breaths to expand several times, turning him into a burning man.

He threw himself on the ground, trying to take off his clothes, rolling in pain, but no matter how much he struggled, he could not escape the flickering flames...... At this moment, any experience and skill are useless, and they can only wait for death in torment.

Screams rang out one after another, and inextinguishable flames burned on the bodies of dozens of tank crews.

Beside the garage lay scorched corpses, and soon even the screams could not be heard.

Looking down on the ground through the perspective of the drone, the debt big eye couldn't help but smash his tongue.

"Mom...... It's so miserable. "

In the one missile just now, the commander also killed 50 of them.

Unless you have awakened a special ability, I'm afraid it will be difficult for even the awakened to survive this hell.

I really couldn't bear to watch them suffer, and I sighed in my heart with a big debt, and made up for another one.

The white flames were in full bloom, and this time it was the northeast corner of the military base that turned into a sea of flames.

The camouflage-covered machine-gun position turned into a sea of fire, from which several Heavy escaped, only to be torn apart by the cannons that rained down from the sky.

From the perspective of thermal imaging, the heads of the people are lit up like light bulbs, and there is nowhere to escape in the face of top-down fire.

At the same time, the Death Corps, which was rushing forward on three wheels, finally arrived at a new combat position.

The support team set up mortars and, guided by the Seagull drone, launched a fire suppression near the garage of the military base to prevent the regiment's vehicle members from boarding the tanks.

On the other side, Team A, which served as the forward, slammed on three wheels and rushed towards the northeast corner of the military base under the cover of the "Seagull" drone.

There is no need for a battery or an engine.

The power of the animal wearing the "pioneer" exoskeleton is a natural humanoid motor, and the macho man who stepped on three wheels one by one almost stepped on the tires to smoke.

"Brothers, follow me!" Looking at the burning white light in front of him, he yelled excitedly at the edge of the paddling, and then slapped the construction site boy on the shoulder, "Quick!" Faster! ”

The construction site boy and brick couldn't help but complain.

"Lao Tzu's shoes are going to be stepped on! Damn, can't we just go on a whole motorcycle? ”

Even if it's three jumpers!

Hearing the complaint of the good brother, he was paddling on the edge of excitement and laughed heartily.

"It's so much space! It's better to bring more ammunition with that thing, but the manager asked me, and I just refused! ”

Construction site boy with bricks:

Holding his breath, the construction site boy with the highest attribute rushed to the front.

Team A, led by a fringe stroke, was the first to break through the outermost line of defense in the northeast corner of the legion like a sharp spearhead.

"Roar!"

A dull roar came.

Next to the sandbag bunker, a gray-black mutant leaned out of the bunker with a one-man club.

His eyes were blood-red, and he had a heavy steel plate hanging from his chest, like a baseball batter, striding in the direction of the Death Corps on a meteor.

However, before he could get close to a distance of ten meters, a 37mm armor-piercing incendiary bomb slammed into his chest, and the burst of sparks shot him straight through.

That's the Union's heavy cavalry guns!

With the barrel of an anti-aircraft gun and shells of the same caliber, an anti-materiel rifle of a modification!

The massive recoil nearly knocked the player who fired the shot off the tricycle, but the rider was strong enough to counteract the recoil of the anti-materiel weapon with his wildly pedaling legs.

"Haha, it's a nice fight!" Edge Paddle couldn't help but shout, but soon he reined in his excitement and cheered up one hundred and twenty points.

Although the outermost lines of defense have clashed, the real battle has just begun!

The soldiers who are still alive in the military base are veterans of a hundred battles. They are already crouching behind cover, ready to launch a counteroffensive at any moment! Not to mention those mutants!

These unreasonable monsters with strong physical functions are almost like humanoid tanks.

The hundred-man team of mutant mercenaries couldn't wait, and as soon as they saw those people rushing into the camp, they let out a roar and rushed in the direction of the Death Corps.

"Tear them apart!"

"Screw off their heads!" "Roar!"

Those pair of eyes flickered with a desire for flesh and blood.

These beast-like monsters don't just use primitive weapons, they can also shoot, use throwables, and some gadgets they make themselves, but they are a little less accurate, but they still cause a lot of trouble for Team A, which is the vanguard.

Fortunately, at this time, the covering C team finally circled the slope of the sand dunes on the north side, set up heavy machine guns and 37mm heavy cavalry guns, and aimed the mutant mercenaries with a rather dark barrel and barrel.

"Fire!"

The roller shampoo lying on the sand dunes roared and attacked first.

After receiving the captain's order to fire, everyone also pulled the trigger one after another, and tongues of fire erupted from the muzzle of the gun. The thick tracer tore open the curtain of the night and floated like catkins blown off by the wind.

The mutant mercenaries who rushed out of cover and intended to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Death Corps were instantly killed and wounded, and their armor was torn apart, leaving flesh and brains all over the ground.

Although their wounds heal at a rate visible to the naked eye, it does not mean that their heads can still grow back after being blasted to pieces.

Under the command of the drum shampoo, the team operating the erection of weapons frantically poured bullets towards the military base in a sea of fire, covering the A team that broke through the defense line first and the two centenarians who arrived later, and continued to advance towards the military base.

"Everyone! Get out! ”

With a roaring edge stroke, he took the lead in jumping off the tricycle and beckoned the players who were leading the way to form a formation, cover each other, and advance on the sticky bloodstains.

At the same time, above the night sky.

Just after the team successfully completed the handover of firepower, the "Seagull" drone in the air had also run out of ammunition and began to leave the battlefield in order to save power.

Next up is the home of the ground forces!

Five "Cerberus" unmanned vehicles, as strong as calves, followed the footsteps of Team A over the sandbag wall.

Although the volume and load of this guy are not as good as the "A-11 ground weapon platform" pumped by the wind, the huge reserve of 1,000 rounds of 12mm machine gun rounds and 24 60mm air-burst grenades.

It still gives it a firepower comparable to that of an armored vehicle.

Under the control of the Intellect player, these five "Cerberus" are like vicious wolves rushing into the flock. The triangular barrel of the gun spun like a windmill, spewing ferocious fire, and weaving an impermeable net through the interior of the camp with a cascade of bullets that covered the advance of the infantry squad that followed.

Not only that, but the alliance also produced the Yayi 2 "Butterfly Knife" quadcopter UAV in conjunction with the infantry to attack.

Compared to the "Switchblade" with an explosive bag strapped to the face, the "Butterfly Knife" with an improved power system and control system has a stronger continuous support capability, and in addition to an adjustable camera hanging under the fuselage, a 5mm small-caliber non-cartridge coaxial rifle is hung.

The drone can cooperate with the front-line troops to launch a pincer offensive against fixed bunkers in the scenario of performing a close-up observation mission, and can also form a swarm of drones to attack the enemy line from multiple angles like locusts.

Very versatile.

Faced with the Death Corps dragged into the military base, the legionnaires tried to organize resistance, but the close-range fire was too ferocious! In particular, the saturation fire of the drone on the target near the garage caused almost all the crew members to be wiped out, and more than 5 tanks broke down in the garage before they even had time to start their engines.

This, coupled with the preemptive strike of the EMP weapon, led to the disruption of communications.

Not to mention that the command doesn't know what their situation is now, even the cadre captain Piman himself doesn't know how many people are still alive under his hands, and where are the 100-person teams and 10-person teams.

What opponent is being crossfired.

Not only did Piman not expect it, but the centurions and ten-necks who were fighting on the front line were also dazed by this sudden shock.

No way, the previous gas-filled bombs were so deceptive that they mistakenly thought that they were only attacking a few guerrillas, and only sent a "weasel" reconnaissance vehicle and four troop carriers out, and heavy equipment such as the Conqueror tank was not launched at all.

Faced with the death corps armed to the teeth by fire, the chaotic corps of the corps was unable to organize a full squad of 100 people, so they could only fight in smaller groups of 10 men around the limited bunker.

Their ammunition and morale didn't last long, especially when they saw the four-legged "Cerberus" and the "Switchblade" whistling overhead

The fragile line of defense retreated and retreated, and finally broke up into a mass of scattered sandA legionnaire carrying a bazooka had just taken aim at a Cerberus, and before he could pull the trigger, an airburst bomb exploded in his face, shattering half of his head.

He was the first to paddle on the edge of the front, and with a strafing shot from an LD-47 rifle, he smashed the legionnaires who were about to pick up the bazooka into a sieve.

The two agile players quickly circled to the side, and with a few sudden explosions, quickly cleared out the other riflemen behind the cover.

A fire burned in the distance.

The edge paddling can feel that the cadres stationed here are already at the end of their resistance.

The index finger pointed at the communicator, and he ordered loudly.

"Team B occupies the garage! Prevent enemy crews from getting into the tank! ”

"Teams D and F continue to advance and capture the position on the south side! We still have a full squad of 100 men to the south, and after capturing the machine gun fortress, they will immediately support our friendly forces! ”

"Team A will attack the command post with me! Capture the enemy officer! "Action!"

The location of the command post has been marked on the map.

These are all pieces of information that the war dudes exchanged for their butts, and they can't be disappointed!

Edge paddling led his brothers and went straight to the command post of the military base.

The improvised command post was empty, apparently moved to a nearby anti-artillery bunker.

A ten-man squad stood behind the low wall at the entrance to the fort, trying to make a final struggle by relying on the bunker.

However, the player in charge of attacking the fortification did not give them a chance to see people at all, and there was no nonsense at all, and directly recruited a "Cerberus".

An air-burst grenade smashed behind the bunker, only to hear a bang, and then the barrel of the gun on the third floor turned around twice, and the ten-person team squatting at the entrance of the anti-artillery bunker was instantly crushed into a mess of flesh by the ferocious fire.

Under the cover of supporting fire, Edge Paddle personally approached the target with a ten-man squad.

A stun bomb was thrown into the anti-artillery bunker, and with a flash of white light, he held up the LD-47 rifle with the bayonet propped up, and led several players around him to break into it first.

"Don't move!" "Surrender now!" "Shoot and don't kill!"

It's still the same old three lines, and the construction guy next to the edge paddling yells loudly.

One of the guards was clearly not a believer, and before he could open his eyes, he raised his gun and tried to return fire.

However, before he could take aim, a sudden shuttle swept towards his chest.

The man snorted, and before he could scream in pain, he fell to the ground like a rag.

Anthony drew his pistol and prepared to kill himself, but before he could open the safe, he was hit in the wrist by a sapper shovel, and let go of his hand with a cry of pain.

"it—one"

Edge paddled forward, kicked away the gun he had in hand, grabbed his arm with one hand, and with a backhand twist, pressed his head to the table next to him.

Struggling desperately, Antonite was about to curse, but before two syllables could pop out of his mouth, a sapper shovel slashed like an axe at the side of his neck.

The cold touch and the close edge made Antonit's heart half cold.

He was pressed on the table, his chest rose and fell violently, and he finally raised the courage to break himself, and was slapped back by this pitch-black shovel.

Sometimes courage takes a little bit of blood.

He was not afraid of death, and he was ready to die for the marshal, but these people obviously would not allow him to die simply, and would certainly torture him little by little with this shovel until all the information in his head was tortured.1

Thinking of this, Antonite couldn't help but tremble his forehead, and his pants got wet as soon as he wasn't paying attention.

Thinking that this guy was still going to resist, the edge paddled and glared at him, and his hand was held harder.

"Be honest!"

Piman, the head of the cadre standing on the side, did not move from the beginning to the end, but looked at the black suppression group and the guns in their hands that rushed into the command post with a blue face, and his heart was full of despair.

"Pioneer" exoskeleton. He recognized the equipment.

There is no doubt that these are the people of the enterprise in front of you! "Handcuff these people!"

The edge paddled and looked at the teammate behind him and ordered, and the construction site boy and the brick didn't say a word, took out the handcuffs, and walked towards the captain.

Facing the soldiers walking towards him, Piman did not resist and calmly stretched out his hands.

"I surrender."

There's no shame in losing to those guys on the East Coast.

These people's equipment is as strong as a hanging, and they almost don't use tactical nuclear bombs.

And these people have moral purity, and the treatment of captives by them is usually not bad......

At the same time, the fighting in the south was over.

Clearing the machine-gun positions and the legionnaires next to the watchtower, the team quickly seized the stationary armament and unleashed fire on the four trucks in the distance.

In the face of the simultaneous outbreak of firepower, the Legion Hundred, which was sandwiched between the Restoration Army and the players, quickly lost more than half of its casualties and lost its ability to fight.

Seizing the fighter, Yard immediately ordered to rush forward with a team of 100 men and capture all the remnants of the enemy who had lost the will to resist.

On the other side, the "Weasel" reconnaissance vehicle, which returned to the military base to support the infantry, was also blown out by the player's RPG, broke down in the road, and the turret raised a white flag to surrender.

At this point, the military operation across Ganli can basically be declared victorious, and the military base is a mess, with only sporadic gunfire and faint flames left.

The Death Corps killed 652 legionnaires, 121 mutant mercenaries, and captured more than 470 combatants and non-combatants.

Due to the damage caused by the battle, only 31 people died this time.

Moreover, this number also includes players who are seriously injured and disabled, and take the initiative to let their teammates "deny" themselves.

After hearing the results and losses reported by each team, the edge paddling was not full of emotion in my heart.

Is this the power of silver coins?

As long as the equipment is in place, it is difficult to die!

With the rifle raised above his head to signal the identity of his allies, Yard walked in the direction of the military base and saw the captives paddling from the edge of the command post.

He stretched out his calloused right hand and shook it tightly with the young man in front of him.

"Thank you for your support!"

"You're welcome, we're allies on the same front," he said, shaking his hand and letting go of the edge, "but I have to say that you guys were an hour ahead of schedule, and we almost didn't catch up." ”

Thanks to the fact that the army underestimated the enemy, they did not drive the tanks out, otherwise it would have been a hard battle tonight.

Yard was slightly stunned and said immediately.

"No way, we received news that an attack would be launched on the hour of the morning, and the messenger sent by Prince Winter also reminded us to adjust our watch to the time zone used by the Alliance."

As he spoke, he took a crumpled map from his bosom and handed it to the edge paddling.

The map is marked with a pencil of several brief pieces of information, including the time and steps of the operation.

The expression of the edge paddling was a little strange, and after taking a photo, the map was returned to him.

“… Maybe it's a misunderstanding. ”

From his standpoint, it's not easy to say something to sow discord, but it really can't be ruled out that there may be people in the Lion Kingdom who want them to die here.

Yard had clearly thought of this, but instead of showing anger on his face, he just nodded calmly.

"Well, let's just take it as a misunderstanding."

In any case, now is not the time for inwardness, and even if there are contradictions, they should wait until after the war is over.

What's more, this has nothing to do with the alliance that supports them, it is entirely an internal problem of the Lion Kingdom.

"Let's talk about the good thing, we have the information we need, both human and physical...... In short, it's something that can block our enemies. ”

As he spoke, Edge Paddled glanced at the boxes that had been brought out of the command post next to him, as well as the officers who had been escorted out of the anti-artillery bunker by the players.

The Alliance has sent a team of missions waiting to be handed over to them in the area where the northern part of the province of Luoxia and the province of River Valley meet.

After the handover, the officers and the arms purchase orders will be sent to the Great Rift Valley, after which the Bugra Free State should usher in a wave of purges. This is the most optimistic scenario.

Even if the situation is not so rosy, the alliance may gain favors from the north, and even friendship.

In other words, the Great Rift Valley is also one of the "fallen empires" in the background board, and the ancestors were once the headquarters of the post-war reconstruction committee, but the sense of existence is not as strong as that of enterprises, legions, and colleges.

I'm actually curious about what the map looks like there. I don't know if Ah Guang has made it.

Yard glanced at Piman and Antonit, who were hanging their heads next to him, although they didn't recognize these two faces, but they were also commanders in their ranks. And what about the other captives? “

"I'll leave it to you, including the loot in this military base, and I want you to take as many as you can, and destroy as much as you can, especially the Conquistador's tank."

At this point, Edge Paddle glanced at the light blue text on the VM and continued.

"By the way, according to the information we just recovered, the commander-in-chief of the legion in Luoxia Province, Griffin, seems to be planning to launch a new round of offensive from the north, and cooperate with the troops on the Western Front to encircle the royal capital of the Lion Kingdom."

Yard's expression grew serious.

"I will inform Prince Winter, Marshal of the Lion Kingdom." Edge paddled and nodded.

"Well, if you guys have a faster channel for spreading the news, it's best to tell him as soon as possible."

The battle entered the part of cleaning up the battlefield.

Although the mission required that the equipment be left to the local armed forces, the edge paddling still couldn't stand the encouragement of the good brothers, and couldn't help but take a look at their combat weapons. It didn't matter if I looked at it, several players couldn't take their eyes off it.

Obsessively staring at the tanks in the garage, the construction site boy and brick said with a dreaming expression.

"You said that if we drove these tanks away by ourselves, wouldn't we be able to directly assemble an armored formation!"

That's fifty cars!

There are heavy tanks, anti-aircraft vehicles, and self-propelled guns, which is enough for a reinforced battalion!

Debt glanced at him. "Will you drive?

The construction site boy said unceremoniously with bricks.

"Nope! But you can learn! And those NPCs will be opened? “

Hearing the bickering of the two, the edge paddled and said with a smile.

"Since the Desert Kings have a reserve of dinars, they have obviously imported the equipment of the Legion, no matter what source it came from. Now that Yard has taken over the arms, they obviously have a way to put these guys to use...

… How to use it, let's leave it alone, it's time to hit the road. ”

Patting his brother on the shoulder, he turned and walked towards the north side of the camp.

Three rounds of the Death Corps stopped there.

They also had to ride those tricycles further north, through the desert, to complete the handover of prisoners and evidence to the Confederate missions waiting at the provincial border.

The other side.

Next to the arsenal at the military base, soldiers of the Restoration Army are diligently loading ammunition, fuel and weapons onto trucks ready to be transported from here.

Those soldiers with driving experience got into the tank and became familiar with the operation. Standing next to Yard, Klough, the head of the Restoration Army, asked in a low voice.

"Shall we tell Prince Winter about that?" Yard was silent for a moment, then nodded eventually. "Of course."

It's all about the big picture.

After all, the lion kingdom is kind to them, and this kindness cannot be denied because of the existence of some villains.

Clough nodded, relieved in his heart, it seemed that his Highness was not carried away by the anger.

Clough then looked at the group of captives crouching on the ground not far away. "What about the captives?"

The Coalition did not ask them to spare these people's lives, but put the right to dispose of them in their hands.

Yard glanced at the tiger captives with their heads in their hands, and his heart was unwavering.

Killing them can vent their anger, but there's no point in that. And......

It is possible to bring suffering to the population of the occupied areas. After thinking about it, he made a decision. "Keep it."

"We need to exchange these people for our compatriots."

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