Heights 330, dusk has just fallen.

Sitting on the bench in the observation post, Centurion Yort of the 11th Support Squadron was looking out the observation window at the Gobi Desert, which was gradually enveloped by darkness.

A few hours earlier, he had received information from the front-line command post that the barbarian coalition had concentrated all its forces on a surprise attack on the Legion's line of defense, and that position G40-1 had fallen.

By 48 hours at the latest, the Union tanks will be at the foot of Highland 330.

The four thousand-man detachments on the front line were retreating from the rear, and Soft had given him only one task, that is, to cooperate with the returning troops and prevent the alliance from breaking through into his own depth.

Yot couldn't help but be a little confused.

The day before yesterday, their allies were still climbing against the alliance on the radio, holding the latter with a blue nose and swollen face, why was it suddenly penetrated?

Regardless, Command wasn't always joking with him.

Yot didn't want to joke with his own life, so he immediately sent a reconnaissance team and an engineer team to plant explosives at the foot of the mountain.

Except for the squad operating the radar and anti-aircraft artillery, the others were also sent by him to dig pits on the half-slopes of the high ground and set up defenses.

At this moment, a sentry ran in and gave a military salute.

"Report! There are troops approaching in the rear! ”

Rear?

Yot's heart moved slightly, and he immediately got up from the bench, walked briskly out of the observation post, and walked straight to the north side of the road on Heights 33.

I saw that the dust was billowing in the night, and dozens of trucks were crammed into dozens of trucks, and they were marching in this direction from the direction of the command post.

What's going on over there? Yot's adjutant also stood by the road.

He had apparently noticed the movement in the north, and had come here to take a look.

Yot didn't answer immediately, but raised the binoculars around his neck and looked at them, only to see a total of thirty light trucks.

After staring at the convoy for a moment, he blurted out. "It's a team of thousands."

Immediate?! The adjutant standing aside looked at him in surprise, "What are they doing here?"

Isn't the 1,000-man team directly responsible for the defense of the command post and the support of the response?

Could it be that Soft plans to move the command post to the 330 height?!

"I don't know," Yot tossed the telescope in his hand to him and gestured to the guard tower in the distance, "let them in!" ”

The checkpoint opens.

The convoy quickly drove to the position.

The bubble soldiers of the 11th hundred-man team stood on both sides of the road, looking at the trucks driving to the position and the well-equipped comrades on the trucks, all with envious expressions on their faces.

"Good guys, an automatic rifle for everyone."

"I've heard that the guys directly under them have three times the baseline ammunition volume of the average front-line troops!"

"Three? What a joke, more than three times! The entire 10,000-strong squad is not short of ammunition.

Unlike the clone soldiers who made up the numbers, the soldiers on the truck were all pure-blooded Wilantes,

Not only is there an assault rifle per person, but each person is equipped with a set of light or heavy bulletproof armor.

The bright pitch-black exterior glowed with a cold glow in the moonlight, and no shuttle could not penetrate their armor at all!

Not only are they well-equipped, but the military quality of these soldiers is far from being comparable to that of ordinary line-filling troops, and they can be called the trump card of the entire 40,000-strong team!

The convoy came to a standstill.

A man nearly two meters tall jumped from the passenger seat of the truck that hit the head.

He wore a steel helmet on his head, his features were angular, his figure was tall and burly, and there was no obvious identification on his combat uniform, but Yot recognized the man in front of him.

The person who came was none other than Simmond, the head of the cadre team directly under him.

When he first entered the 40,000th team, he served as a ten-captain under this man.

With a military salute, Yot stepped forward and said with a smile on his face.

"Sir Simmond, what wind is blowing you in?"

Instead of wasting time on greeting the guest wife, Simmond said succinctly.

Orders from the General Command sent me to Heights 330 to take over the defenses here.

Hearing this, Yot cast a surprised glance at Simmond.

Direct transfer of front-line troops by the General Command?

This is an overstepping command, right?

And it's the team of cadres directly under the transfer...

He could even imagine General Soft's furious expression.

Noticing the look of surprise on Yort's face, Simmond added a sentence with a blank face.

"Don't worry, you continue to do the job at hand, and leave the defense to us."

Yot immediately stood up straight and gave a military salute.

"Yes!"

Simmond nodded and waved his hand at his lieutenant, who immediately understood and trotted to the side of the truck.

Thousands of soldiers dragged wooden boxes and quickly got out of the car and rushed to the front line of the high ground, and a team of ten people spread forward, some were responsible for digging, some were carrying earthworks, and cooperated with the tacit understanding to widen the defenses outward, and Simmond was not idle, and asked for a more detailed map of the area from Yort, with the latest marking lines drawn by the scouts, including shortcuts to the high ground at the foot of the mountain, and areas that needed to be focused on defense, etc.

After staring at the map for a long time, Simmond suddenly frowned and looked at Yort on the side.

"Take me to the place with the best view."

"Yes! Please follow me! ”

Yort immediately went ahead, but Simmond went to the observation post at the forefront.

The entire southeast, west, and west sides of the highland can be seen from this observation post.

"Why is there no firing point on the southwest side of the heights?

Yote was slightly stunned for a moment, and quickly explained.

"Yes, it's just that there are no machine guns deployed, we are an air defense squadron, and there are only two heavy machine guns in the whole team, and these two machine guns are deployed on the south and southeast sides, and there is the side facing the road, Simmond interrupted him, and asked.

"How many anti-aircraft guns are there?"

”… Four doors. "Then tear down the door and put it here."

Symond stretched out his index finger and tapped on the salient of the contour line on the southwest side of the map, "There is a gap in the southwest position, and this gap must be filled." ”

Yort leaned closer to the map, looked at the location that Chief Symond had chosen on the map, and looked up with a smile.

"Sir, there is no road on our southwest side at all, and there are mountains as far as the eye can see! No one will come from that direction at all! ”

"There is no better location in the neighborhood than the mountains, but also the vegetation." Symond glanced out the window.

I saw clusters of fluffy sea buckthorn grass swaying on the hill in the distance, which was shrouded in night.

It's not just the vegetation, it's the rocks.

There's even bunkers there. "But they can't fly here." Yot couldn't help but remind, "Even if the tracks of their tanks are made of titanium alloy, it is impossible to cross the country for 150 kilometers in such a mountainous area where there are no roads." Unless they're going to linger here until next month. ”

"There's a real chance they'll fly over." Mond said lightly.

Yot was stunned. "What do you mean?"

Simmond continued.

"The command post of the 40,000 troops is the target of the alliance's armored forces, and they will probably hand over the 330th heights to the airborne troops."

Yot jerked his gaze at the night sky outside the observation window, and saw that it was clear, not even a single dark cloud could be seen, and there was no shadow of the airborne troops.

But Simmond's words made him cautious.

If the alliance really intends to send infantry to infiltrate his position from the southwest side, with these anti-aircraft artillery units in his hands, he may not be able to withstand it.

Looking at the moved Yort, Simmond then spoke.

"If I were the commander of the Alliance, I would throw the barricades behind the hills on the southwest side, and with the cover of night and vegetation, infiltrate Heights 330 on foot." As he spoke, he patted the centurion on the shoulder.

"Heights 33 dictate how far they can go, so prepare your people mentally for a tough battle tonight."

Yot swallowed hard and straightened up.

"Yes!"

Just as Simmond explained the defense plan to Yort, the two of them didn't know that several ghostly figures were lying right under their noses. 33 Hill on the southwest side of the highlands, behind the anticline of the slope top.

Edge Paddle is lying behind the swaying sea buckthorn grass with a few teammates, quietly watching the position ahead.

It's eight o'clock in the evening.

With a total length of 150 kilometers, they completed this rapid march in only eight hours!

There is no modern means of transportation, not even a road, and there are Gobi and sand dunes along the way!

If this is put aside in reality, let alone recorded in military history, it is enough to break the Guinness World Record!

But there's no pride in edge paddling.

Getting to the combat position is only the first step, and there is nothing to brag about just being fast.

It's not too late to go to the forum to pretend to be forced when you take down the position in front of you. "Good guys, there are quite a few people on the opposite hill!"

Looking at the nearby mountain, the debt-ridden big eyes holding the telescope in their hands couldn't help but smack their tongues.

Laplace's eyes were also full of surprise.

"It's a team of hundreds?!"

I see that there are more than a hundred people on the position on the southwest side alone! Yang Youbao couldn't help but complain.

Debt looked at the edge of the silent stroke, and asked in a low voice.

"It seems like there are a lot of them, should we go a little further west? Go around to their north side and pit their ass! ”

Edge paddling shook his head.

"If you go around again, you will go around to the defense area of other troops, and this is the most suitable position."

A dozen or twenty kilometers to the west of the 33rd Heights, there is another anti-aircraft artillery position, which, once discovered, awaits them with crossfire from the east and west.

Almost the entire mountainous area was under the control of the legions, and the units were scattered in various defense areas and hills, leaving the attackers with few tactical options.

He was only able to choose the one with the highest success rate from a limited number of options.

"There seems to be movement on the opposite hill." One of the Agility players suddenly spoke, "That's a heavy machine gun?" ”

"It's anti-aircraft artillery!" Another Agility player whispered, "They seem to be planning to send their anti-aircraft guns to the southwest position!" “

Hearing this, the players lying on the anticline looked at each other.

"Did they find us?"

"It's not necessarily that we've been discovered, I'm afraid it's the hole in the defense line on the southwest side," the edge paddling frowned, staring at the few sappers who were busy on the ground, "There is a platoon of engineers at the foot of the mountain, and there is another one on the top of the mountain, and the sappers are almost in a company, where is this hundred-man team." ”

"I also think," Yang Youbao nodded seriously, "the engineer company must be a regimental configuration!" There must be a thousand-man team on that hill! ”

So what's going on now? Looking at the old man on the edge, he brought an umbrella and a knife at midnight and whispered, "Why don't we wait for the construction site guys to catch up." ”

There is no advantage in numbers, and it is still a tough battle, and it is still a little buried.

When the brothers who were pedaling three wheels in the back came up, it would be much more stable for the 3,000 people to push up together.

"We can't wait any longer, if we wait any longer, they will even build the bunker!" Edge paddling put down the binoculars in his hand and looked at the big eyes lying on the side, "Where's your drone?" Seeing that the fight was about to start, the debt-ridden eyes said excitedly.

"It's ready!"

"Very good," Edge Paddle nodded, and continued to command, "The drones are all released, remember to mark the target first, and wait for my order before attacking!" Fight to knock out their firepower once and for all, without any chance for them to catch their breath! ”

"It's ridiculous!"

Debt Big Eyes nodded excitedly and slipped down the hill.

The edge paddled and continued to look at the sheep and bag lying on the side.

"You take 500 infantry, quickly go around to the southeast of Heights 330, and launch a feint attack on the hill near the edge of the road!"

"Yes!

Yang Youbao nodded quickly, and also followed the direction of the debt-ridden big eye.

Stepping back to the back of the reverse slope, the edge paddled with a faint glow and glanced at the time on the M screen.

It's [20:15] Alliance Time.

Fifteen minutes.

The "little ones" should be resting. The index finger clicked on the headset, and the edge stroke switched the communication system to all channels, and said in a low voice.

"Attention teams, the operation will begin in ten minutes!"

Without the slightest fear, he was answered with eager answers.

"Roger!"

【20:22】

The vicinity of Heights 330 is still quiet.

Looking at the sappers who were working in the middle of the mountain, Yot, who was walking on the battlefield and patrolling the position, breathed a sigh of relief and turned off the flashlight in his hand.

It's already at this point, and there's still no movement at all.

It seems that the coalition intends to delay the operation until the second half of the night.

Thinking of this, the relaxed Yot couldn't help but feel a little irritable in his heart, it seems that he doesn't want to sleep peacefully tonight.

Following Yot, the adjutant was silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"I don't understand, since General Griffin has concluded that the Coalition will definitely attack tonight and send airborne troops, why don't we just send planes to intercept them?"

Yot said casually.

"Our planes are already on standby, but the Soyuz's planes are a bit odd, and it's hard for ordinary airborne radars to detect them."

This is what Chief Simmond told him.

In fact, he can guess even if he doesn't say it.

The bombed-up high-bubble positions in the No. 4 defense area were not discovered by the radar until the enemy planes had approached the visual distance.

From this point of view, it is indeed possible for the alliance to use the cover of night to throw the airborne troops under their noses.

No matter how fast the "Knife Fighter" fighter cruises, it is unlikely that the moment they spot the transport planes, they will be able to knock them out before the parachutes jump.

Looking at the worried adjutant, Yot patted him on the shoulder and said with a word of comfort.

"Don't worry, General Soft has already sent his direct thousand-man team here, and even if the Coalition does throw paratroopers in our faces, we can shoot them halfway up the mountainside like a mosquito—one"

Before his words could fall, the quiet night was suddenly broken by a "snap" of a gunshot.

The lights in the middle of the mountain shook violently, and a sapper who was digging a pit was shot and fell to the ground, and the sapper next to him quickly extinguished the flashlight in his hand and lay down.

However, their movements were still half a beat slower after all.

In less than half a second, the dense gunfire resounded like cannons on the southeast side of the 33rd Heights, and the engineering squads that were planting explosives suffered heavy casualties in an instant, leaving only weak wails on the mountainside.

"Enemy attack!"

Yot, who came to his senses, roared and quickly rushed to the nearest cover, and almost at the same time, the shrill sirens rang out throughout Position 33.

It turned out to be southeast! ”

Looking through the small window of the observation post at the position on the southeast side, Simond's expression moved slightly.

However, this does not mean that your judgment is wrong.

Even if they landed behind the hill on the southwest side, those people could follow the reverse slope and go around to their southeast side before attacking.

Perhaps seeing the flat anti-aircraft cannon made them change their attention without the slightest hesitation, Simmond decisively picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered.

"The 1st Support Squadron fires flares!"

At the same time that the order was given, the mortars of the cadres directly under the cadre team had already quickly rushed to the combat position.

With a few crisp bangs, more than a dozen flares rose into the sky, lighting up all the hills around Heights 330.

I saw that on the hill on the southeast side, there were figures lying on their stomachs. They dug simple foxholes and fired at high ground 330 with light machine guns and rifles in hand.

The distance between the two sides is less than five hundred meters.

At the same time, the two hundred-man teams took advantage of the cover of night to reach the east and south sides of Heights 33, and broke out into a fierce exchange of fire with nearby sentry posts and several squads rushing to the side of the road to support the sappers.

Looking at the hill not far away and the flickering firelight at the foot of the mountain, Simmond's brow furrowed.

Two groups of support, two groups of attack, clear division of labor, and tacit understanding are indeed worthy of the name of elite. And with this firepower density, there are four hundred-man teams, to say the least!

It's possible to get all five!

If I hadn't come here, Heights 330 would have fallen into the hands of the Alliance!

A sneer curled into the corners of Symond's mouth.

These barbarians probably didn't think that what they were facing was not the support squadron of only a hundred people that they saw during the day, but the strongest trump card of the 40,000 troops—a thousand people all the time!

Picking up the walkie-talkie, Simmond ordered in a cold voice.

"Attention units, the force in front of us is the rumored most elite ace of the alliance, the First Burning Corps." "It's these Zhangna who humiliated our Air Force brothers and robbed the Iron Heart."

"The soft eggs of the Aviation Marine Corps have given them confidence, but this time they have clearly picked the wrong opponent!"

"Hit me hard!"

"Tell them what a real trump card is!"

40,000 Corps Command.

Hearing the news of the attack on position 330, General Soft, who was still greeting Griffin's mother a second ago, instantly broke out in a cold sweat behind his back.

Heights 330 is only 17 kilometers away!

Having looked at the map for so long, he certainly didn't know what it would mean to him once he lost it.

Not only will the command post be exposed to the alliance's firepower projection, but the four thousand-man teams supported by the defense will also face the encirclement and suppression of the alliance's armored forces and supporting artillery, and the 40,000-strong team may only have one number left...

"These brutes are hiding their hearts quite deeply! Haha, let's eat! ”

Pulling out his handkerchief and wiping the sweat from his front, Soft stared at the strategic map on the table, scared and excited in his heart.

Unexpectedly, the alliance really dared to throw the airborne troops over without gaining air supremacy, and threw out the trump card as soon as he made a move, which really surprised him.

Before, his judgment was still too absolute, and "absolutely impossible" had to be preceded by a qualifying one: "if the commander of the alliance is not a gambler".

But fortunately, he was a persuasive man and carried out General Griffin's orders, otherwise he would have capsized in the gutter.

Soft couldn't help but exclaim.

General Griffin is like a god! “

Sneaking a glance at his immediate boss, the adjudicate standing aside silently chose to shut up.

I don't know which guy it is, after hanging up the phone, he greeted General Griffin's whole family cordially, and finally calmed down his beating heart, Soft looked at his adjutant, and ordered in an excited voice.

"Power up Simond! Tell him that air support is on the way, and let him do whatever it takes to annihilate the elite of the alliance at the foot of Highland 330! "Having won this battle, the balance of victory is in our hands!"

The adjutant immediately stood up straight and gave a military salute.

"Yes!"

On the other side, the legion is stationed at the headquarters of Oasis No. 3.

General Griffin, sitting in the command tent, was staring intently at the radio on the table.

After the shouting of the current was busy, the pilot's voice was heard.

"This is the Knife Transfer-1, and no enemy aircraft have been found in the target empty city."

Hearing the unexpected reply, Griffin frowned slightly.

"Have you already sprinkled it?"

The staff officer standing on the side also fell into deep thought, and spoke after a moment.

That's too fast. ”

According to General Laer's deployment, the alliance's airborne troops were blocked by 1,000 people directly under the 40,000 brigade, and the "Sabre" fighters were responsible for the alliance's air force covering the air sleeping troops.

However, surprisingly, the coalition did not send planes to support the airborne troops attacking Heights 330, and seemed to intend to hand over the entire heights to the infantry to feed.

Not only that, but they didn't even see the transport planes that were delivering those infantry, and the ornithopters that had previously attacked the air defense positions in the defense area seemed to have disappeared.

"Did they guess?" Griffin was slightly arrogant, but quickly dismissed the possibility.

If the coalition had known that they were ready to respond, they would not have thrown the Airborne Forces at position No. 330 at all.

Could it be that the alliance didn't expect that the 40,000 troops would send additional personnel to Heights 330, but they were gambling that the legion didn't expect that they would send airborne troops to attack again, so they simply put 330

The heights were completely thrown to the infantry.

There was a moment of confusion in those eyes full of wisdom, and Griffin was stunned for a few seconds.

This possibility is not impossible.

But with their previous performance, they shouldn't suddenly be stupid.

Underestimating his opponent was a big no-no, and Griffin's brow tightened, his eyes fixed on the map, and his mind raced through countless possibilities.

At this time, the staff officer standing on the side reminded.

Further south is the Iron Heart's radar search area. Our planes can no longer move forward. ”

The Iron Heart's anti-aircraft guns are very ineffective against supersonic aircraft, and it is basically difficult to hit above Mach 3.

However, on the other hand, under the commotion of anti-aircraft artillery, their planes should not want to play any particularly big role.

Griffin nodded, looked to the side and ordered.

"Let the debt knife provide a round of fire support for the defenders of Heights 330, and then immediately return to the front-line airfield to standby."

"In addition, let the Falcon Kingdom's 1st Air Squadron take to the skies and take over the Sabre to provide close support for Heights 330!"

The signal soldier stood up and gave a military salute.

"Yes!"

"Little One!"

Hill southeast of Heights 330.

The whistling rain of bullets almost bit the ground along with the roar of the cannons, instantly splashing patches of boiling dust and severed limbs.

The sudden empty outfit made the Alliance's position instantly mute for two seconds.

Although the gunfire soon continued to ring out, it was noticeably less momentum than before, and it began to become much more cautious.

Obviously, the casualties caused by that wave of empty clothing were not small.

Having lost the cover of rear fire, the two hundred-man teams that were invading immediately fell into a dangerous situation.

Simond, who was in command, did not miss this opportunity, and immediately removed a 100-man team from other defense areas and transferred it to the east side of the intersection, intending to go down the mountain to outflank the rear of the alliance's invading forces, and destroy the two 100-man teams that were nailed to the alliance in the middle of the mountainside in one fell swoop!

Although he had the advantage at the moment, Simmond knew very well that his soldiers did not have much ammunition in their hands, and if they did not fight quickly in a short time, the two sides would soon be at a stalemate.

"Haha! Well done! Watching the planes whizzing overhead depart, Yot shook his fist excitedly.

The adjutant standing next to him was also overjoyed.

The alliance is estimated to have been stunned at this time.

They would never have dreamed that the mountain, which only had a team of 100 people during the day, would suddenly have more than a thousand more people.

Only five hundred people wanted to rush to their positions.

What are you daydreaming about?

However, at this moment, on the hill on the southwest side, a black shadow suddenly appeared behind the swaying sea buckthorn grass, and it rushed down the mountain at a rapid speed.

Yot, who was crouching at the observation post watching the battle, vaguely saw something, but didn't take it too seriously at first.

After all, the speed of that thing is just too fast,

Fast doesn't look like a human.

Until the sentry standing guard on the southwest side of the position also noticed that something was wrong, and immediately chased the shadows, and turned the searchlight at the foot of the hill on the southwest side of the high ground, only to see a sharp claw and a tail covered with scaly armor, and the golden searchlight emitted a cold light under the illumination of the golden searchlight.

When he met the eyes of those amber pupils, Yot's eyes lost concentration for a moment, and a smug expression froze back on his face.

The feeling of being targeted by a predator made him feel stiff as if his blood vessels were frozen, and his feet were covered with lead.

Even a distance of hundreds of meters, even if it is condescending, does not bring him the slightest sense of security.

"Claws of Death"

It turned out to be the Claw of Death!

But this is Luoxia Province, how could there be such a thing?!