At the same time as the edge paddled aboard the plane, a massive battle was taking place in the industrial area of Ravenca, northwest of Nevernight Harbor!

Located on the southeast bank of the Ravenca River, the industrial area has two railways and a deep-water port, connecting four processing centers, five mining bases and a heavy shipyard.

In addition, there are 300,000 survivors living in the area, a quarter of whom are industrial workers and engineers employed by the Avant Heavy Industries Group.

The materials produced in the region are not only for the front line of the Borneo Theater of Operations, but also for large and small military factories along the two railway lines.

The armor steel used in the production line, including the Conquistador X, comes from the steel mills in the area!

Nearly 1/3 of the entire Southern Army's GDP is generated in this industrial area, or indirectly affected by it!

It is no exaggeration to say that once the industrial area of Ravenca is lost, the blow to the Southern Army is even worse than the loss of 1/3 of the territory.

It is precisely because of such strategic importance that both warring sides regard this industrial zone as a battleground.

In charge of the defense of the area was Captain Lubiswanf, the famous "Lion of the Desert" of the Southern Legion.

Born in Triumph City into a military aristocratic family, he was educated in militarization from an early age, and at the age of 35, he became a captain, commanding the 1.11 million troops to fight against the mutants and marauder tribes of the Great Desert.

His glorious record is that when he was a commander of thousands, he led a youth army of 1,000 people to defeat a mutant tribe that was several times his own strength with almost no casualties.

It is precisely because of this miraculous record that he has been regarded as a rising star by the officers of Avent City for a long time.

However, just when his career seemed to be going well, the Saifan Harbor Massacre suddenly broke out, and "invading Borneo Province" and "defending the property of the Wilantes with guns" suddenly became the unanimous consensus of the Southern Legion.

Although there is a smell of conspiracy in this, no one cares about it in the wave of public anger.

The young men were eager to go to the front line and cut off a few heads to vent their anger, and the older officers were even more gearing up, ready to add a few more medals to their chests.

He was the only one who not only spoke cool words when the situation was good, but also fiercely criticized Gurion's series of aggravated contradictions in the port of sails.

These statements were clearly anachronistic at the time, and it was no surprise that he was hostile to General Gurion and marginalized by the mainstream faction of the Southern Legion.

In this way, the famous "Desert Lion" sat on the cold bench for more than half a year, until the Alliance's troops landed in Eternal Night Harbor and defeated the local city defense army and hundreds of thousands of reservists, and the Southern Army suddenly remembered that it still had such a talent in its hands.

Lubis did not live up to the expectations of the Southern Army command, and quickly took up the banner of organizing defense, evacuating the key industrial facilities of the Ravenca industrial area before the arrival of the coalition bombers, and using local building materials to turn the industrial area in the desert into an impregnable fortress.

I have to say that this guy has two brushes, and he relied on only 10,000 soldiers to support two rounds of attacks by the alliance, and successfully waited for reinforcements from the rear to arrive.

There are currently almost 300,000 defenders stationed in the industrial area of Ravenca!

In addition to the 111th, 112th, and 1.13 million teams, he also has 7 servant army teams of 10,000 people, and 200,000 Glorious Army cannon fodder!

On the Alliance's side, the Skeleton Corps, the Jungle Corps, and the Goblin Corps are the mainstay, plus two divisions of the Velantes Expeditionary Force and the 100th Mountain Division of the Enterprise.

The difference in strength between the two sides seems to be huge, but if you put aside the 200,000 clones, the difference is not much.

In addition, the air superiority and armor superiority are on the side of the alliance, the self-propelled guns of the Skeleton Corps fire two rounds of 155 mm every three or five times, and the W-3 of the Goblin Corps carries bombs into the industrial area almost every day, and the defenders of the bombing are miserable.

However, the defenders of the industrial area of Ravenca remained held up for a full month under the command of General Lubis, and showed no signs of decline.

The mole, who served as the commander of the attacking side, couldn't help but sigh that this time they had indeed bumped into a ruthless character.

However, I don't know why, this kind of ruthless character did not appear on the battlefield of Borneo, but appeared when they entered the "flat push" link.

This has to be a true loyalist.

I just don't know if it's the last ......

On a gentle sand dune, a mole stands in a tank turret, holding a telescope and looking at the sand castle in the distance.

The Legion built the concrete fortress on the anticline of the dunes, and deployed a large number of anti-tank guns inside, as well as the Conqueror X turret that had been removed from the unfinished production line.

The fulcrum of anti-armor fire is like a "reef" buried under the sea of sand.

I have to say, it's a genius idea.

It not only solves the problem of flying in the Conqueror 10 turret, but also limits the use of the Alliance's anti-vehicle electromagnetic cannon to a certain extent.

However, with the arrival of a batch of new equipment codenamed "Tarantula", this battle has almost ended here.

Without waiting long, the mole soon saw the eight-legged spider robots painted in desert color quickly climb to the bottom of the fortresses.

It is the latest product of Jushi Military Industry, and it is also the culmination of Vault 100's self-developed technology!

The eight-legged "Tarantula" robot modified from the "Cross Spider" is capable of carrying up to 100 kg of warheads, freely shuttling through half-human-high tunnels, and using the tools of its forelimbs to break down obstacles and cleverly place bombs where they are needed.

This thing is a fixed cover killer!

If the "cockroach" engineering armor was born for construction, then this thing is specially designed for dismantling.

It didn't take long for the roar of fighter jets breaking through the sound barrier in the air, followed by a cannon splashing on the front line of the Willantes.

Rows of one-person-high sand and dust rose into the sky, and many soldiers were dusty, but not a single head was obtained.

For the alliance's air raids, the soldiers of the 1.11 million squad have long been accustomed to it.

One by one, they skillfully lowered their bodies, pressed their helmets against the inner wall of the trench, and waited patiently for the air raid to end.

At this moment, they did not realize that the cannon that had fallen from the sky was only to press them back into cover, and that goal had clearly been achieved.

At the same time as they were dodging the air raid, the truly deadly little spiders were moving their nimble eight legs, pouring like quicksand into the bunkers connected by trenches and tunnels, and heading straight for the ammunition racks hidden inside!

In order to facilitate the loading of the anti-tank gun and the Conqueror turret, the ammunition racks of these fixed weapons are separated from the cannons, but they are basically not placed too far.

The internal structure of these bunkers is not as expected by the intelligence players of the mechanical spiders who operate them, they are distributed in an "H" shape, and the shells and ammunition are only separated by a heavy iron door.

These iron gates were apparently all factories in the industrial area of Ravenca, urgently machined from tank armor steel.

Although these iron gates are more than enough to resist the shock wave of the explosion, they obviously can't stop the plasma cutting gun with thousands of degrees of heat!

The mechanical spider that burst into the bunker quickly dealt with the artillerymen who were distracted by the air strike, and before the soldiers outside noticed, plasma knives flashing with light blue arcs ejected from their dexterous forelimbs.

With a buzzing sound, it took only a few breaths for the "tarantulas" to cut off the connecting parts of the iron door, removing the shoddy door panel from the wall.

The iron door fell to the ground heavily, and the mechanical spider dodged in, freeing up two mechanical limbs to operate, and quickly completed the deployment of explosives.

When the soldiers guarding the position finally came to their senses, dozens of kilograms of concentrated explosives had been stuffed into their iron barrel-like positions, and they were placed under the ammunition racks of the anti-tank fire fulcrums!

"Boom ——!"

A deafening explosion rang out almost at the same time, and the flames of the explosion were united across the rolling desert, and the sand wall that rose into the air was like a sandstorm rising from the ground!

The boiling flames were not only contributed by the bomb itself, but also a considerable part of the ammunition from the detonation!

Looking at the burning bunkers, the commanders standing on the front line had blood-red eyes, and their faces were full of despair.

On the other side, the mole's face showed a victor's smile.

"It's over."

As the words fell, he grabbed the walkie-talkie and gave the order to attack.

"Attention units! Move forward! ”

A uniform answer came from the communication channel -

"Roger!"

At the same time that the order was given, hundreds of tanks of the Skeleton Corps started their engines at the same time, like a sandstorm that swept across the land, and pounced on the position of the 1.11 million troops.

In addition to the tanks, 300 Chimera armored vehicles and thousands of Velante Expeditionary Force soldiers sat in the carriages!

Tracer rays as thick as pythons shuttled through the position, pressing the Southern Legion soldiers who were struggling under the fire and smoke to the point where they couldn't lift their heads.

The position of the 1.11 million troops was broken through in an instant, and then the 100th Mountain Division of the enterprise attacked along the gap in the defensive line, and quickly attacked the flanks of the 112th and 1.13 million teams, completely bypassing the sharpest edges and corners of this iron barrel-like position!

The fierce battle broke out in an instant, and almost at the same time as the outbreak went into white heat!

The desert, which had been silent a second before, turned into boiling water, and the fierce attack stunned the defenders of the entire Ravenca industrial area.

Seeing the collapse of the frontline position, the seven servant army of 10,000 people quickly stepped forward, only to collide head-on with the armored spearhead of the Skeleton Corps and the soldiers of the Willant Expeditionary Force who rushed into the position with the "Chimera" armored car!

In the face of the ferocious onslaught, the seven servant armies instantly changed from firefighting vanguards to seven dwarfs, scurrying with their heads under the sudden strafing of machine guns and overwhelming tank shelling.

It turns out that the Willantes are indeed natural warriors, especially after replacing that inferior body armor with the Alliance's "Type 5" exoskeleton, their combat effectiveness has risen to a higher level, second only to players who are not afraid of death!

However, the general Rubis who was in command was a ruthless man, at least much tougher than Stanford, the commander of the Eternal Night Harbor City Defenses, and he was stunned that he did not surrender.

Seeing that the gap in the defense area was gradually evolving into a total rout, he didn't say a word, and directly filled it with the personal guards, and at the same time let the Glorious Army launch a suicidal charge towards the alliance's position, and for a time the situation was reversed by two percent.

However, it is obviously unrealistic to save the almost doomed defeat of the Southern Army by relying only on a two-percent advantage.

Under the indiscriminate bombardment of the Skull Corps' self-propelled guns and the Goblin Corps' air-dropped cluster bombs, the 200,000 clone soldiers were like waves on the beachhead, and they were blasted into pieces before they could disperse.

The thick blood mist condensed into an impenetrable red wall, and the bloody scene shocked everyone on the battlefield, and also made the seven servant armies of 10,000 people, who were already on the verge of demoralization, surrender one after another.

After all, when the clones are dead, they are the next cannon fodder.

Although they are fighting for the Southern Legion, they are still aware of their alien identity.

With the surrender of the seven servant corps, the remaining three regular corps of 10,000 men gradually gave up resistance, discarded their weapons and accepted the Coalition prisoners.

So far, the Southern Army has not only lost the logistics hub of Eternal Night Harbor, but the largest centralized industrial area has also completely fallen into the hands of the Alliance.

Having lost all the strategic fulcrums in the south, it was only a matter of time before the 2.7 million square kilometers of colonies fell.

Realizing that defeat was assured, General Lubis did not say anything, ordered the Guards to surrender, and then drew his gun and ended his own life.

Seven officers committed suicide with him, including his adjutant and the chief of staff and personal guards.

The mole originally wanted to chat with this opponent who had been entangled with him for more than half a month, but he didn't expect this guy to say goodbye.

"It's a pity ......"

After listening to the report of the soldiers of the expeditionary force, the mole standing on the turret of the tank had a sad look in his eyes and said with regret.

"The thick-eyed ones have all surrendered, but the few normal people have been loyal...... He should survive and play a role in the aftermath of the war. ”

Irena said with a subtle expression.

"Maybe it's tired, this kind of ending is not a relief for him, at least he repaid the Southern Army for his kindness in his own way."

Elf King Fugui sighed and said.

"But I always feel that it would be better for the survivors of the Southern Legion to give up sooner, at least so that we can end their long and permanent pain sooner."

Irena glanced at him.

"You're looking at things from God's point of view again."

Elf King Fugui: "Is there any problem?" ”

Lao Na thought for a while, and rarely did not be funny, but said something that did not match his image.

"God can't solve anything, that's the biggest problem."

The elf king Fugui scratched his head and was about to say something, but he saw a group of dark-skinned guys standing in the distance.

They are burly, their mouths bulging forward, and their soybean-like eyes glow with bloodthirsty fierceness.

Irena's eyes narrowed slightly, and she quickly recognized these guys as a specialty of the Great Desert - gray mutants!

Unlike the green mutants of the Nishikawa and River Valley provinces, these creatures have a slightly higher IQ and are used to cooperating with groups of humans with similar habits.

Like slave traders and marauder tribes or something.

Both the Southern Legion and the Eastern Legion have a bad habit of hiring these things.

A group of soldiers from the expeditionary force surrounded them, their guns aimed at their heads, and the latter pointed at the former with the same big-caliber gadgets, grinning in bravado.

The atmosphere between the two sides is tense, and there is a possibility of misfire at any time!

The mole reached out and patted the top cover of the turret, motioning for the pilot to drive the tank over, and then stopped in front of the group of mutants, watching the mutant in the lead raise his chin slightly.

"You are?"

The burly mutant looked up at the mole standing on the tank to question him, and then glanced at the barrel beneath him with a wary look.

"I'm the patriarch of the Sorrowful Wind Clan, Wind Whisper."

Wind whispers?

The mole gave him a strange look, this guy's name was quite poetic, and he couldn't help but ask with a smile.

"Oh? So what are you doing here. ”

"They're captives!" The company commander who was leading the team stared viciously at the group of mutants, and took a step ahead of the big man and said, "They claimed to have surrendered, but after we agreed, they refused to lay down their arms. ”

"Captive? I'm not a prisoner. ”

Fengyu sneered and continued with a snort.

"We are mercenaries of General Lubis, and now that they have lost, our contract with them is over. By the way, the battle between you is not over yet, let's talk about the deal. ”

"Buying and selling?" The mole raised an eyebrow and looked at him with a smirk, "What do we have to talk about." ”

Unaware of the impending disaster, the gray-black skin mutant thought that the other party was asking for the price, so he continued with a snort.

"We can help the Willantes fight, and of course we can help you fight. We don't want anything else, as long as you divide our captives with a third!" It would be better if we could give the women of Willante, they are the most fertile and not easily broken! ”

The Willant soldiers standing next to them all stared at the brutes with murderous eyes, their teeth creaking.

The mole asked with a smile as he glanced at the beast.

"Sounds good, where is your tribe?"

Fengyu was overjoyed when he heard this, but he didn't think about it, and immediately said in that vague voice.

"Just a little east of the north, about 20 kilometers from here, in an abandoned city!"

The mole nodded, ignoring the presence of this guy, and looked at the old lady on the side and said.

"I'll take that place away in a moment."

Irena said with a smile.

"Give it to the Jungle Corps, they're professional."

Feng Yu was stunned for two seconds when he heard this, his expression was stunned at first, and then changed to anger.

At this moment, no matter how stupid it is, it has come to its senses, and these human things are talking about something.

"You! You are the enemy of the Sorrowful Wind Clan! I'm going to tear you apart! ”

Watching the thunderous raise the barrel of the gun and point it at its mutant, the mole sneered and slipped back into the turret and kicked the driver's seat.

"What are you talking about with these things, run over me!"

……

Battoa Province, City of Avant.

An atmosphere of despair hung over the entire settlement, making the already cold clouds and steel even colder.

The plague preceded the war, medicines, cigarettes, and canned goods became the most sought-after commodities, and the glory and dignity of the Willantes were worthless at this moment.

A murderous aura permeated the streets, making the few pedestrians even more hurried.

The vast majority of shops have closed.

Not entirely because of martial law, but also largely because there is nothing left on the shelves to sell.

Two months have passed since the implementation of the "Decisive Battle Mission" plan, and the situation of the Southern Army has not improved, but has fallen deeper into the quagmire.

Factories and farmlands have lost their labor, and production lines have lost both raw materials and orders.

And most critically, the supply chain of the entire society of the Southern Corps was completely destroyed.

It's like a rollercoaster ride.

Going from one cycle to another is not as simple as turning the car around.

Besides, it's too late to turn around now......

Heavily armed soldiers patrolled the streets in orderly steps, but the shiny boots and bayonets did not give the slightest sense of security to those who remained.

The only remaining inhabitants of the city closed their windows so tightly that the curtains did not dare to peek a slit.

The people in the streets and alleys were confused, and they couldn't decide whether the guys with guns were their relatives or enemies, and whether it was a good idea to stay in the city with their heads sharpened and get a permit.

But then again, where can they go if they don't stay in the city?

At least there is food in the city, and if you don't do it well in the countryside, it will become someone else's meal.

As for crossing the whirlpool to the province of Wilante, it was also not an easy task.

If I had left earlier and had a car to get there, I would have had to walk on two legs now.

Yes.

The promise of "sending everyone to the Triumphal City for the funeral of Marshal Julius" was once again unfinished.

But no one is surprised.

After all, it's not the first time.

It's not just the people who live in the city who are confused, but the people who walk like clockwork toy soldiers have a lot of uncertainty written in their eyes.

What the hell is Tyr doing?

And what were the top brass of the Southern Legion thinking?

Why did General Gurion's troops suddenly change today when they were making great strides yesterday?

Why is it that their enemies have not collapsed until now, but they are showing signs of decay......

At this moment, they no longer fantasize about the land under the sun, they only hope that time can be turned back, back to a long, long time ago, when everything had not become like this.

Compared to the scorching sun-scorching Mantou Port, this place is simply the other extreme......

It's not just the people living in the city of Avent who are anxious, but also the captains who sit in the same chariot as Tyr.

Although their supply of cigarettes, canned meat, and spirits was not affected, and there was even a surplus that could be distributed to the girls in need, the situation was deteriorating at a rate visible to the naked eye, and they were no less stressed than those in need.

A full-scale war is not the same as a local war, there is no such thing as surrendering and losing half, and apologizing and paying compensation if you lose the battle is over.

People don't come for money at all, and they don't want to talk to them if they don't want to talk about it, but they want them to die!

Temporary High Command in the city of Avent.

The conference room of less than 20 square meters was crowded with people, and the atmosphere of the scene was oppressive and heavy.

Until yesterday, they had been meeting in a windowed place, and today they moved into this windowless bunker.

As for the reason, it was because of a plane whizzing over the city of Avant.

Although there were no bombs dropped on the plane, only some leaflets printed with the words "Lunch boxes and beds can be received with tickets" were scattered, but it still made many people tense their sensitive nerves.

The flames of war finally burned under their eyebrows, and even the highest-ranking officers panicked.

The only one who is still calm is probably Tyr himself.

The head of the General Affairs Department of the Southern Army swallowed, opened the notepad in his hand, and broke the silent and oppressive atmosphere at the conference table with a trembling voice.

"I have to say two things...... Our production lines are almost at a standstill, and our weapons stocks are enough for half a year at most, and if we don't increase our production staff as soon as possible, we will soon be crushed by logistical pressures. ”

Heartfelt words are always harsh.

When he said this, he buried his head very low, did not dare to meet anyone's eyes, and was already ready to be pointed at and scolded in his heart.

However, to his surprise, he did not wait for a scolding from his colleagues, but waited for a tired sigh.

That's the Minister of Homeland Defense, a bureaucrat who has only recently begun to become important.

"Let's put the production thing aside for a while...... Just yesterday, our industrial area of Ravenca fell. ”

(End of chapter)