"Roaring ——!!"

A loud roar pierced through the billowing smoke and shattered the fear that had wrapped around the battlefield.

The shrapnel-riddled mutant struggled to get up from the crooked trench, picked up the machine gun that had been knocked off his feet by the shockwave, loaded it with a "click", and re-erected it on the edge of the crooked trench.

The mutants stationed on the beach have enough of a team of 10,000 people.

However, the more than 10,000 mutants did not crowd on the beach, but built a defensive line with a depth of 5 kilometers in stages.

The highly saline sandy beaches and land are not conducive to the reproduction of Nago mycelium, so for an area along the coast, the torch does not spread out into the "heavenly" realm, but is handed over to the mutants to defend.

However, although the blue-skinned mutant and the green-skinned mutant are originally born from the same root, they obviously do not deal with each other.

"Lean behind cover!" A mutant centurion roared rudely and threw a blue-skinned fishman out of the trench, "You, don't stay behind cover, go to the sea and drag them down!" ”

"Click??"

The sudden sound of gunfire came from behind, the bullets whizzed overhead, and the fish-man ran forward with a rolling belt, not forgetting to glare back fiercely.

However, that embarrassed appearance did not win the sympathy of the friendly troops.

The greenskins laughed and fired another bullet next to its scaly feet.

Although the bombardment of the naval guns came fiercely, not many mutants were actually killed.

The vitality of these guys is extremely tenacious, especially the few "mourners" who have been transformed by biotechnology, and can grow back even if they lose their heads.

And that's not all.

They were better equipped than their brethren who died on Mount Ten Peaks.

From the homogeneous steel plates welded to their chests to the big ones that spit fire snakes in their hands, they are all masterpieces made by North Island Heavy Industries during the Charas period.

It can be seen that Charas did not put the treasure on his own marines at all, or did not expect the picky fishermen to win the alliance on the battlefield.

He could see at a glance that the navy was the only reliance of the Northern Federation, and the only ones who could compete with the soldiers of the alliance on land were those green-skinned "big guys".

Instead of strengthening the Marines with their scarce resources, steel and gunpowder should be used to arm mutant cannon fodder.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with this idea, and it is one of the rules of social operation to let the powerful guys exert their strength, and let the guys who are not afraid of death send them to death.

However, in addition to his strength and fear of death, the mutant has a fatal flaw that thwarts his plans.

These guys have no discipline at all, and it's too expensive to implant a chip for direct control of every mutant.

Therefore, until the end of the civil war in the southern seas, Charas was unable to import this group of "human enemies" into the trenches of the North Island to fill in the line, at most on Sandbank Island. These green-skinned cattle just stood on the shoreline of the Dead Coast and watched him lose the civil war.

Perhaps more than the Torch Church, the Federation is the survivor force that needs the "salvation" of Borneo even more.

With the technical strength of the southern seas and the huge manpower of Borneo, I am afraid that even the Wilantes will have to tremble.

After all, clones don't have a complete mind, and the ceiling is just cannon fodder, but the people there are living people.

However, the reality is not so many ifs, and Charas has already lost the civil war.

Now it's the worm's turn!

The amphibious armored vehicles, which were at the forefront, were the first to drive onto the beach and arrived at the battlefield almost on the edge of artillery fire.

"A battalion has landed on the beach!"

"Rush forward! Crushed! ”

"Whoa!"

The communication channel resounded with a roar of high fighting spirit, and at the same time there was artillery fire from the overhead of the "Alligator" amphibious armored vehicle.

The 37-mm rapid-fire gun thumped, and the shells were constantly thrown from the sides of the turret, spitting out thick tracer rays towards the trenches of the beach positions!

In the face of 37mm armor-piercing incendiary bombs, the flesh and blood of mutants were not vulnerable at all, and even the armor of the people was poked in pairs, and every flicker of artillery fire set off a bloody storm!

In just one moment of contact, dozens more mutants were crushed to death in the trenches.

Suffering heavy casualties, the mutants are provoked to ferocity, roaring and poking their weapons out of cover to return fire at the landing beachhead.

The 20 mm heavy machine gun sprayed tongues of fire, but it was useless to hit the front armor of the Alligator amphibious armored vehicle like a scraping, leaving only scratches and pits.

Only one armored vehicle unfortunately had its barrel damaged by strafing bullets, but this did not prevent it from continuing its advance towards the beach.

"Use this!"

One of the mutants roared, and smacked a big dick out of the wooden box.

It was a large two-meter-long gun, with a muzzle equivalent to an adult's wrist.

It poked its muzzle out of cover, aimed at the nearest armored vehicle, and pulled the trigger hard.

"Bang ——!"

The flames erupted forward, and the huge warhead instantly hit the front armor of the "Alligator", and the hot metal jet instantly poured into it, paralyzing the engine in front of the hull.

The armored car lost power in an instant, and black smoke came out of the heat vents at the front of the body.

Seeing that the attack was effective, the mutant cheered excitedly, took out a black "little sweet potato" from the box, and prepared to concoct another shot in the same way.

However, just as it buried its head to look for it, a few thuds swept over its head.

Before he could let out a muffled grunt, the mutant fell straight to the ground.

Several high-explosive grenades poured into the trench with the glow of the fire, and the raging shrapnel smashed it into a sieve in an instant.

At the same time, the tires of the "Alligator" armored car that had been shot earlier hit a reef and finally came to a complete stop. The gunners had no choice but to cease fire and fired smoke grenades forward.

The mutants on the beachhead apparently noticed this, and the muzzles of the machine guns were aimed at the planes, and the thick tracer lights slammed into the hull of the armored vehicle.

There was a cacophony of voices in the communication channel.

"Grass!"

"Recoilless cannon!"

"-has this thing been delivered?!"

"I guess they made it themselves...... A small number of experts in the North Island were sent by Charles to assist in the research on the Torch's grounds. ”

"Where did they come from?!"

"The engine is down!"

"Get out of the car!"

"No family is down!"

"Yes or no!"

"Yes, there is no family! ID called No Family! ”

"Damn, what are the names you all have for hanging?"

“@%#！ Lao Tzu was just stunned, and he hasn't fallen yet! ”

An unpowered vehicle is a live target on the beach, and everyone knows they can't afford to grind here.

The hatch at the rear of the hull quickly opens to the sides, and the exoskeleton-wearing player quickly withdraws from the compartment with several vehicle crews under the cover of an adjacent armored vehicle.

Bullets whizzed through the smoke screen over the heads of the crowd and landed next to them from time to time.

But no one was afraid, but everyone had excited expressions written on their faces.

This game is so realistic!

Only the leader of the team shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Quick! Don't find cover! Rush to the trenches in front! Everybody move! ”

In fact, it is not easy for mutants crouching in the trenches to hit players wearing exoskeletons with unskilled machine guns and rifles under the bombardment of giant artillery and the strafing of armored vehicles.

Although they are extremely tenacious and resilient, this does not mean that the shock wave of the shell explosion has no effect on them.

They will also be buzzed with shocked brains, their eyes will be black, and even because their brains themselves are not very developed, they will be even more confused and crazy when they are hit by the cannon.

Not only that, but the armored vehicles that landed ashore were not the only thing the player relied on.

Most of the exoskeletons of the Burning Corps are pre-war "five-type" police, and the exoskeleton cuirass made of polymer materials can even block 2~3 heavy machine gun bullets.

And most of these players are awakened, unless they are hit by the vital point, even if they are unlucky enough to get a shot or two, they are the same as if they are fine.

In just a few breaths, the player who was forced to disembark had caught up with the charging armored vehicle and used it as cover to move forward in close proximity.

With a distance of 300 meters, the alligator armored vehicle was soon on the edge of the trench and successfully took the first line of defense of the mutant troops.

In addition to the players who were forced to get out of the car, the other players of the first battalion of the Burning Corps also jumped out of the armored car and rushed into the crooked trenches to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the mutants crouching inside

"Roar!!

Standing tall and burly, a zombie mutant grabbed a large-caliber rifle in his hand and smashed it like a mallet into the murderous dagger that had jumped out of the trench.

The latter dodged the blow shortly, pulled out the short axe hanging on the breastplate, and slashed upward, and slashed right at the fellow's neck impartially, shaving off the green head entirely.

The mutant stood motionless, and suddenly his shoulders shook, and flesh-red tentacles spread out from his broken neck, extending upwards at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this scene, the murderous dagger was shocked.

"! Can a lost head really grow?! ”

He thought it was the brethren on the northern front bragging, there was something about it!

The "mourning" who was growing his brain was not idle, grabbing a rifle in one hand and a short knife in the other, waving and slashing in the trenches as if he was crazy.

This guy has no eyes, and apparently no sense of hearing or smell, and fights purely by remembering the environment and intuition.

The Murderous Dagger hurriedly retreated backwards, dodging the fatal two moves, pulling out the white phosphorus bomb and biting off the pull ring, throwing it on the mutant's half-grown brain.

The blinding white light shone for a moment, and the burning red flame drenched the mutant's body.

The sound of stabbing sounded, and the smell of barbecue filled the entire trench.

The mutant's body twitched and fell backwards, its twisted appearance as a silent cry of pain and wail.

"Be a person in the next life."

The Killer Dagger picked up the large-caliber rifle that the guy had thrown on the ground and fired two shots at its chest and two shots at its underbody.

"Bang!!"

Large swaths of flesh were torn apart by shrapnel.

The shocking wounds finally exceeded the self-healing limit of "Mutation", and the monster that twisted its body in the flames finally stopped struggling and fell heavily to the ground.

Having disposed of a target cleanly, the Killer Dagger threw away his rifle, grabbed his weapon, and continued along the crooked trench.

A teammate's voice can be heard in the communication channel.

Judging from the fact that they still have time to pull calves, these guys should be doing well.

"Trench A-07 has been taken under control and a recoilless gun has been captured...... It should be the experimental type we found in the warehouse of North Island Heavy Industries. ”

"They finished the final design...... However, the design doesn't seem to be very clever, and the muzzle flame and smoke from the firing are a little too big. ”

"Hey...... I found out earlier that they have no army tradition at all, and they have some level of electronic technology and shipbuilding technology. ”

"Are you sure it's just a little bit of a level?"

"Ahem, of course that's based on the situation in the wasteland, after all, games and reality are two different things."

“MMP！ Can't these mutants even dig a trench? ”

"Damn, Thunder—"

There was an explosion, a fire filled the trench, and a figure flew into the sky.

The Murder Dagger quickly looked up and saw the bloody body fall to the ground.

The roar of the squad leader was heard in the communication channel.

"No family has fallen! We poured one! ”

"I'll see if he needs to make up for it." Eager to crawl out of the trench and grope in the direction of the wreckage, the voice was somewhat gloating.

“…… Be careful! You don't need money for equipment, and you have to deduct points if it's broken! The killer dagger with black lines scolded and cursed, then switched the communication channel and reported the situation at the front to the rear, "The first battalion has taken the beach!" Request next instructions! ”

After a brief rustle of electricity, Lao Bai's voice came from the communication channel.

"Cooperate with the armored forces and their forward advance, and launch the second phase of the offensive!"

The Murderous Dagger replied energetically.

"Yes!"

The family that was blown away by the thunderbolt was just a small episode, and the battle of most players on the front line was relatively smooth.

Three mechanized infantry companies of the first battalion, plus an amphibious armored company, managed to tear a gap in the beach and annihilate nearly a thousand-man mutant.

A total of 20 people were killed in the provisional count of battle damage, including serious injuries that did not heal within three days.

A battalion overturned a regiment, which was a normal performance for the Alliance's "fast counter-elite" burning regiment.

After a slight repair, the 1st Battalion immediately began a second offensive, leaving the position to the teammates who landed later.

The fixed-wing drone hovering in the air provided information and guidance to the front-line troops, and also recorded the entire process of the battle, transmitting the footage not only to the rear command, but also to the bridge of the cruiser Harpoon.

The officers of the Alliance have become accustomed to the fighting power of the Burning Corps.

However, it was the first time that Duke Nehac had seen these guys on the battlefield.

Looking at the picture on the holographic screen, his face was pale, sweat was constantly oozing from his forehead, and his eyes were full of fear and disbelief.

Is this the Alliance?

Burning Corps......

It seems to be the same army that defeated him before!

The last time he lost so fast, he was thrown into prison before he could wake up, so much so that he thought that these guys had won the city defense of Golden Gallen Harbor by sneak attack.

Now it seems that even if the city defense army and the gray wolf army are arrayed on the shore together, waiting for these guys to collide, they may not be able to stop these guys.

He wasn't sure if the force had used all its strength in that battle.

But at least at this moment, he finally understood why Alayan had lost-

No!

It should be said that how to win when encountering such an opponent?!

Nehaq swallowed, his eyes drifting unconsciously out of the porthole, at the destroyers.

Obviously.

One battleship is clearly not enough......

The Empire must build a fleet like the South Sea Alliance! This fleet must have the ability to fight from search to destruction, and only in this way can the alliance be prevented from going ashore and fighting them on land!

Nope-

One fleet is not enough, he has to find a way to buy the shipyard in the North Island!

Li Minghui glanced at the "rich and mysterious" old friend beside him, looked at his shocked expression, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily pulled up a smile.

Look at this ignorant look, and the special mother has an elephant with onions on her nose.

Isn't that a little bit of money?

It's not bad, how is it not bad?

can be regarded as pretending to be forced, Li Minghui felt comfortable for a while, but the corners of his mouth didn't last long, and the corners of his mouth suddenly collapsed again.

Wait a minute.

Won't wake up this pig?

As soon as he thought this, Nanyhak looked at him with feverish eyes.

"This ...... Mr. Li, there is a question that I don't know why it's inconvenient to ask. ”

Li Minghui asked cautiously.

"What's the problem?"

"This North Island shipyard...... Don't know if it's convenient for you to sell? Worried that Li Minghui would suspect his motives, Nehak quickly coughed dryly and put on a kind smile, "Of course, we are mainly for fishing ......."

Li Minghui looked at the duke who wanted to cover up in a daze, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

Sloppy.

It seems that it is superfluous to worry about the pigs waking up......

……

As the second phase of the Alliance's offensive began, the South China Sea Alliance fleet also raised its guns and began to bombard the second line of defense of the Torch Church mutant forces.

At the same time, the second wave of landing craft was lowered from the cabin of the large landing ship and pushed through the waves and rushed to the shoreline.

Twenty Cloudfly ornithopters also set off.

Like dragonflies in the water, these flying machines carrying rocket nests rushed to the beach on the crest of the waves.

At this moment, the fish-man troops lurking beneath the surface of the sea suddenly attacked, and one by one the harpoons rose from the raging waves and shot at the low-flying clouds!

The blue-skinned mutants thought they would be able to shoot the "big dragonfly" down and drop it into the sea by aiming at its wings, but they apparently underestimated the ornithopter's agility.

I saw the wings of the clouds and flies, and dodged the harpoon dragging the chain with an incredible maneuver.

"Click——!

The blue-skinned mutants who hid in the spray let out a scream of annoyance, and looked helplessly at the cloud flies that had pulled up the heights, some of them burrowed back into the sea, and some of them chased after the landing craft, trying to sink them.

However, what the fish-men didn't expect was that the players had already seen through their plans.

When the first wave of landing craft came ashore, they didn't see these guys, and many players still wondered where they went, and they were waiting for the second wave for a long time!

Take out a blue-skinned mutant trying to climb onto the landing craft, crouch over the craft, and yell into the walkie-talkie.

"One battalion and one company of the Jungle Corps, it's your time to go."

A dull sound came from the communication channel, accompanied by the sound of bubbles clattering.

"Roger!"

At the same time as the words fell, the mechanical crabs lurking at the bottom of the shallow waters turned on their searchlights, revealing their hideous armored shells.

Unbeknownst to the "fishmen" who were struggling with the landing craft in the area close to the surface, underwater rifles were already aimed at them.

By the time they finally spotted the light rising from the bottom of the sea, it was too late.

Voldemort: "Fire!!" ”

With that command, strings of dense bubbles pushed the shuttle-shaped bullets towards the fish-men who were active near the surface of the sea.

Without any defense, the fish-man immersed in the water was instantly harvested by the rain of bullets, and the dark red blood almost stained the entire water.

Spotting an attack from the bottom of the sea, the fishmen panicked and turned around and rushed back towards the bottom of the sea.

And at this moment, the second wave of attacks from the first battalion and one company of the jungle corps had already killed them in the face.

The hoarse screams came and went, and in an instant, there was another bloody storm!

At the same time that the Torch Church's fish-man forces attacked, the mutants on the shore also launched the first round of counter-attacks.

Although their communications were paralyzed by the EMP strike, this landing battle had been fought for so long that the mutants in the other lines of defense had apparently discovered the gaps that the Alliance had torn in their own lines.

The two thousand-man teams split into two waves, one of which attacked the 1st Battalion of the Burning Regiment, which was crossing the beach and deep into the hinterland, and the other attacking the 2nd and 3rd Battalions, which were setting up a temporary harbor on the beachhead, as well as the engineer units and scattered players.

Flying tracer lights floated like catkins on the beach, and players fighting on the perimeter even saw the same tank they had seen in the North Island Heavy Industries warehouse earlier.

Alligator amphibious armored vehicles are clearly no match for this thing.

However, the alliance has more than just armored vehicles, there are "Thunder" and "Lightning" flying at high altitudes, and there are a full twenty cloud flies flying at low altitudes...... Not to mention the ship guns floating on the sea, just waiting for these live targets to show their faces under the lens of the drone.

The four-meter-tall tank looks like a monster both in the game and in reality, but it is still brittle like papier-mâché in front of the 150mm naval gun, and it is almost sent away one by one.

Even if the shell didn't hit directly, the shock wave of the explosion would have shattered the patchwork hull.

In less than half an hour, the two thousand-strong teams that rushed up like a tide were beaten to pieces, throwing down a pile of stumps, broken arms, and broken copper and iron, and fled.

Standing on the beachhead, Lao Bai commanded the front-line troops through his tactical helmet, while pulling the trigger of the blaster gun to shoot the stubborn mutants.

Seeing that the flame of resistance was getting weaker and weaker, the battle seemed to be nearing its end.

Just then, a battalion report came from his communication channel.

“…… Here was a battalion, and after we had penetrated deep into the enemy position, we found the remains of a settlement, about 6 kilometers from our landing point, hidden between two hills, with dense woods. ”

"We found traces of mutant activity there, but we drones couldn't see the specifics inside...... I'd like to split up a squad to search there. ”

Lao Bai quickly glanced at the map and confirmed the location marked by the Murderous Dagger.

If you only look at it on a map, there is a real possibility that there is something hidden in that place.

It only took two seconds to make a judgment, and he immediately ordered.

"Approve the request."

A sonorous answer came from the other end of the communication channel.

"Yes!"

(End of chapter)