Chapter 325 Never Retreat! (1/2)

"Team A, follow me! Team B, C, flank! Keep your eyes on your respective targets. Even if you only dive once, you must drop the bombs before you die!"

"For the Alliance!"

"Charge!"

Shouting loudly, Mosquito unlocked the permission of the team members' microphones, and the communication channel was instantly filled with the excited shouts of the players.

"Ahhh!"

Fifty W-2 ground attack aircraft tilted their fuselages, and the three teams split into three directions and began to dive towards the ground.

The 10mm machine guns sprayed flames.

The propeller planes with flashing gun flames were like lancers descending from the sky, raining death from the sky.

Caught off guard by the rain of bullets, the marauders who followed the tanks to charge dodged and fled to the woods ahead as if they were desperate.

At the same time, the tank commander who led the fourth and fifth echelons forward shouted in an almost crazy voice.

"Forward! Full speed!"

"Who dares to retreat for me--"

"I will kill him with my own hands!"

This is the most correct choice.

Facing a dive-bombing plane, stopping or retreating is the stupidest choice.

Only by rushing into the pine forest at a downhill speed can there be a glimmer of hope.

The ten tanks rushing to the front line have increased their horsepower to the maximum. The predator who rushed into the woods first threw smoke bombs to cover the tanks behind.

The battlefield was filled with smoke.

At the same time, the fifty quadruple anti-aircraft vehicles that followed the tank troops to the front line also sprayed flames into the sky.

The machine guns of these anti-aircraft vehicles have different calibers. Although Dillon originally planned to use 12mm heavy machine guns in series for all fifty trucks, the airborne operations of the Burning Corps destroyed many modified production lines, resulting in a large part of the quadruple anti-aircraft machine guns using 7mm small water pipes.

But even so, the 50X4 machine guns fired at the same time, and the firepower was quite fierce.

The bullets that shot from the ground to the sky were like snowflakes flying in reverse. In a flash, two gliders caught fire, hastily dropped their bombs and fell into the woods.

"Fuck... these dog coins actually made tracer bullets!"

The cabin was pierced with two bullet holes, and it almost brushed past its thigh. Mosquito turned the fuselage with a curse, avoiding the anti-aircraft machine guns that bit it while looking for an opportunity to dive.

These predators probably learned from the last lesson, and this time they actually mixed copper salts into a few warheads! After a while, a pale green tracer shot from the ground to the sky.

Although the tracer was weak and few due to the production process and output, it was enough to help the machine gunners correct the trajectory of the shooting.

"I'll fight you!"

Luoyu, whose cabin was overturned by a volley of bullets, screamed, and simply stopped dodging, stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, and rushed directly to the nearest tank.

Seeing the plane rushing straight towards him, the tank commander was frightened and immediately went back to the turret, shouting and urging the driver to dodge.

However, it was too late.

The plane that was hit into a sieve burst into flames, but just a second before the battery exploded, a bomb separated from the fuselage.

The huge bomb hit the turret of the Conqueror No. 10 almost together with the wreckage of the plane. With a deafening explosion, the dust and splashed soil were thrown into the air more than ten meters high.

A four-mounted anti-aircraft truck was too close, and its engine was paralyzed on the spot. The driver and co-pilot were shattered by the shock wave and died of bleeding from the mouth and nose.

As for the tank?

The part where the turret and the body were connected was obviously sunken. Although it was not blown away and there was no fire, the crew inside was obviously dead.

[Congratulations to the player "Luo Yu" for successfully taking the first kill of the tank in this battle. 】

【Since the player chose to make the achievement public, the achievement will be counted in the relevant entries of "Songlinyu Battle"...】

"Good brother! See you in three days!"

Looking at the line of words floating on the VM, Mosquito mourned for his little apprentice for a few seconds, then took a deep breath, turned on the buzzer, and pressed the joystick.

"I'm going all out!"

One plane after another turned its course and fell straight down.

Not shot down.

But diving.

The piercing scream was like a horn, and both tanks and infantry dodged and fled as if they had no life. In the eyes of those predators, those planes spewing flames seemed to be no longer planes, but the sickle of the god of death.

The firepower net of anti-aircraft guns could not stop them at all.

Often when one plane was blown up, the second plane would soon rush out in the gap of the firepower net, and then crash into them desperately...

"Are they crazy?" Looking at the fighters that came one after another, Xiong Ya, who was standing on the high ground on the north side, was full of fear in his eyes.

In just a few minutes, five tanks were scrapped, and the remaining five tanks rushed into the pine forest in a panic.

Although they temporarily avoided the crisis, they were caught in an awkward dilemma.

It was not only the Conqueror No. 10 tanks that continued to suffer casualties, but also their quadruple anti-aircraft trucks. Those blood-thirsty planes were no longer limited to tanks, but instead launched dives on all targets they could attack.

And it was a nearly suicidal dive!

Dillon frowned.

Compared with the opponent's desperate offensive method, what concerned him more was the opponent's almost unreasonable tactical choice.

To be honest, when the rain just stopped, his heart almost stopped beating for two seconds. Because it was expected that the enemy's pilots would not fight in heavy rain, their air defense forces were almost all deployed on the high ground on the north side, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Once those planes selected the 17 tanks in the first, second and third echelons as their attack targets, the air defense firepower at intervals of two kilometers would hardly form an effective deterrent, and there was no doubt that they would suffer heavy losses.

Dillon thought that if he were in charge, he would order the Air Force to prioritize hunting those tanks that had lost their ability to move due to broken shoes, and evacuate the battlefield before the air defense forces arrived, waiting for an opportunity to launch a second round of air strikes.

However...

The New Alliance's planes were out of character and desperately concentrated their firepower on the fourth and fifth echelons on the move.

This was almost like rushing towards the face of the air defense trucks.

This moth-to-flame attack can be said to be "ineffective", and many planes were shot into sieves on the way to dive.

Although they lost a lot of air defense trucks, compared with the precious tanks, that loss was negligible.

As long as we can wipe out all the New Alliance's planes, what does it matter if their anti-aircraft trucks are all destroyed? Those anti-aircraft weapons are originally prepared for planes...

Dillon frowned.

"I want to know more about what they are planning."

Tumen probably guessed what his boss was thinking, and said after thinking for a moment.

"Maybe in their eyes, those tanks that have lost their ability to move are not a big deal? Since the other party has seen our deployment, they must have guessed our intentions. Once our fourth and fifth echelons meet with the first echelon, attacking one point will inevitably tear a gap in their defense line."

"It makes sense to think so, but it doesn't make sense," Dillon said in a deep voice, "Compared with the fourth and fifth echelons, the second and third echelons distributed on both sides are obviously more threatening. After all, from their point of view, Songlinyu will definitely not be able to be defended, and consuming our tanks as much as possible is the best solution."

Unless...

The New Alliance thinks they can block themselves with a few trenches.

Dillon curled his lips.

What a big appetite.

Not afraid of dying of fullness!

Xiong Ya listened to the two people talking with a blank face, not understanding what they were talking about.

What is the best solution?

The planes on the opposite side have been completely lost. With so many people biting a mountain, one person's spitting can drown the opposite side!

Dillon raised the telescope and observed the high ground on the south side.

Although the assault troops suffered heavy casualties under the machine gun fire, the opposite side was obviously the same. People were constantly shot into sieves by machine guns or bombed into the sky by the 100mm main gun of the tank.

The soldiers of the New Alliance brought out the recoilless guns, but the ordinary armor-piercing shells could not break the armor of Conqueror No. 10, and could not even stop its forward speed for a second.

Looking at the sparks bursting from the tank armor and the distance of only 20 meters, Dillon's mouth curled up a sneer.

"It's over."

When his infantry followed the tank into the trench, what awaited the opposite defenders would be a massacre!

As soon as the voice fell, Dillon was about to put down the telescope, but at this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

To be precise, it was not a single shadow, but a whole shadow.

Six-rotor drones took off vertically from the trenches, hovered briefly, and then shot out like arrows.

The moment he saw the drones clearly, Dillon's pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

As if to confirm his guess, the drones seemed to have eyes and rushed towards the tanks on the slope.

The tank closest to the trench was the first to be hit. The coaxial machine gun's strafing could not catch up with the speed of the drones, especially in such a short time that there was no time to react.

One of the drones easily got under the crotch of the tank.

The crew members didn't realize what was happening.

The same was true for the predators who followed the tanks.

Just as they were about to squat down to see what had entered under the tank, there was a dazzling light in front of them.

There was no time to think, and the hot shock wave hit them like a heavy hammer. The broken bodies and pieces of meat were like kites with broken strings, and they were blown away from the flames and smoke rising into the sky.

The hot blood splashed on the faces of the predators at the bottom of the slope.

The predators crawling at the bottom of the slope were all frightened by the scene in front of them, and for a moment they even forgot to move forward.

"What the hell is that?!"

With his chin firmly pressed against the ground, Wabu raised one eye and looked up the slope, his eyes full of fear, and he did not react even when the gravel and dirt hit his face and scalp.

He only saw a black shadow, almost sticking to the ground, drilling into the chassis of the tank that was almost driving to the edge of the trench.

Then the eardrum-shattering explosion and the flames that shot up into the sky swallowed up the tank and the ten-man team behind it...

The scrapped turret and road wheels rolled down the slope together.

A deep pit was blown out of the earth slope below the tank, revealing the wooden piles for reinforcing the earthwork.

And the drones did not stop, and soon the second, third... also aimed at the fragile chassis of Conqueror No. 10, and in a flash, three more tanks were ripped open.

Hundreds of drones were flying around in the sky, the hum of their rotors like a swarm of bees.

"Shoot with machine guns!"

"Knock out those drones!"

"Or we'll all die!"

Seeing that the armored formation on the right side was almost wiped out, Bagero, who was commanding the first echelon, had his eyes wide open and his eyes were about to burst.

The coaxial machine guns of the seven tanks opened fire in unison, and the nearby Marauders holding submachine guns, automatic rifles, and light machine guns also opened fire, suddenly weaving a dense firepower net on the position.

If it were a quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft machine gun fire, it might actually be able to stop these small planes.

However, it is tantamount to wishful thinking to rely on a few rifles to intercept high-speed drones on a battlefield where dust is flying and bullets are flying.

Not to mention, in front of them, in addition to drones, there are friendly forces crawling on the slope...

The armored spearhead on the right side was completely shattered, followed immediately by the left side. Within a few breaths, nearly ten tanks were blown to pieces, and the marauders who charged with the tanks also suffered heavy casualties in an instant.

In just the blink of an eye, the armored spearheads that attacked the new alliance's defense line in three ways were reduced to the middle one.

And this one also had its leg broken.

Seeing the swarm of drones rushing toward him, Bagero immediately climbed out of the tank and fled towards the woods behind him.

Almost at the same time, hot air waves and shrapnel hit his back. He fainted before he could even let out a muffled groan...

The seven tanks in the first echelon were quickly scrapped and there was no chance of escape.

Seeing that something was wrong, the tanks of the fourth and fifth echelons quickly retreated. However, their tracks could not outrun the drones, not to mention that they were stuck in the pine forest.

The retreating tanks were quickly overtaken by drones. The pine forest exploded with flames, and the predators who followed the tanks were blown away and fled in all directions.

In the chaos, in addition to those who were killed, many people were struck by stray bullets fired in a panic...

In the distance, on the high ground on the north side.

The telescope fell from Dillon's hand.

Looking at the smoke-filled battlefield ahead and the iron coffins turned into scrap metal, a trace of despair gradually appeared on the expressionless face.

Twenty-seven tanks were wiped out...

More than half of the fifty anti-aircraft vehicles were destroyed, and the infantry supporting the advance of the armored forces suffered countless casualties.

The losses in this battle far exceeded his expectations!

The only good thing is that all fifty gliders on the opposite side were wiped out, and the drone swarm was also exhausted... If those just now were the entire wealth of the new alliance.

"...What should we do now?" Tumen asked nervously, looking at the commander.

His Adam's apple moved up and down, and Dillon quickly calmed down.

"Let the artillery and the 3000th Army prepare... The resistance of the new alliance is at the end of its strength, and the sacrifice of the vanguard cannot be wasted."

Thinking about it from another angle, the opponent has already exhausted all the available cards.

Although our own side suffered heavy casualties, the other side must have suffered too!

With a trembling voice, Dillon ordered.

"At least we have to take down this high ground!"

"yes……"

Tumen swallowed, moved his stiff neck, and nodded quickly.

Even when he was fighting the Great Rift Valley in the north, he had never seen such a terrifying expression on this man's face.

Even then, the situation they faced was far more serious than it is now...

…

On the New Alliance position.

Looking at the messy battlefield at the bottom of the mountain, the construction site boy and Brick, with blood pouring from their foreheads, excitedly punched the trench.

"Hahaha! Well done!"

The force of nearly twenty points almost made a hole in the wooden pile.

Pity.

In this kind of positional battle with bullets raining down, the usefulness of strength is not very obvious. If it were a bare-handed fight, he could defeat a ten-man team by himself.

The drum washing machine lying on the side couldn't help but sigh.

"This time I feel really good."

When they fought against the Bone-Chewing Tribe half a year ago, the only equipment they had at their disposal were Mosquito's heartless rockets and Factory 81's 20mm "lance." Their firepower was completely overwhelmed by these indigenous people who had inherited the legion's legacy. .

The only tank that was destroyed was achieved by surprise thanks to the cover of heavy snow and the power of the metal hydrogen battery explosion.

Unlike now, machine gun bullets are firing, drones are swarming on the ground, propeller planes are swooping down to drop bombs, and 100mm artillery is firing continuously from behind...

They have never fought such a rich battle!

"Damn, you guys were so happy, I almost fainted..." The big-eyed debtor wearing headphones came out of the shell-proof hole and muttered while shaking his groggy head.

Operating five drones at the same time put a lot of load on his brain.

He felt like he had five eyes and thirty hands, and the most terrible thing was that these parts were still growing in different places.

Controlling a rotor drone that maneuvers in all directions is much more difficult than operating a four-legged "crawler." Even if the operating system developed by Xiaoqi simplifies the operation process, it will be difficult to take care of it without a certain amount of "brain capacity".

However, no one noticed the big-eyed man’s small complaint at this moment.

Firstly, everyone's ears were almost deafened by the shells, and secondly, the entire position was filled with joy.

If you don't shout at the top of your voice, no one will be able to hear what you are saying.

"All 27 tanks were destroyed, and the marauders on the slope were almost killed or wounded..." He stroked the edge of the telescope, his face full of excitement, "Wow, we just killed at least a thousand-man team!"

Plus half an armored battalion!

So far, it doesn't matter whether the position can be defended or not.

Even if the high ground on the south side of Songlinyu is captured, the Ya clan, which has lost its armored force, will completely lose the ability to attack Qingshi County.

Unless they are willing to invest nearly 10,000 troops and bear several times or even dozens of times the casualties.

However...

Even if their leader has the courage, do those marauders who bully the weak and fear the strong have the courage to follow?

The result of high casualties must be high war aversion.

After all, they are neither clones produced every three years, nor have they been transformed by black technology such as "mental castration" surgery. Even the most basic reason for war is just for looting.

The only thing that can unite a group of unorganized and undisciplined villains is continuous victory and spoils. Once the steps of victory stop, this seemingly solid fortress will soon turn into a pile of loose sand...

A pop-up window flashed on the screen of the VM worn on the arm.

[Mission: Hold the position on the south side of Songlinyu (completed)]

[Briefing: Soldiers, you used your flesh and blood to block the tanks of the Ya clan and thwarted their arrogant plan! Now our enemies have lost all their tanks. Without armor protection, they are like jackals with their fangs pulled out, and they are no longer able to touch our territory.

You have completed the mission gloriously. The counterattack of the New Alliance will begin in two hours. Now please return to the rear to rest...

[Branch 1 (optional): Blow up the supplies and go to the evacuation point to rest. ]

[Reward: "Silver Shield" medal, war score is determined by the number of survivors. ]

[Branch 2 (optional): Fight until the last moment. ]

[Reward: "Gold Shield" medal, war score is determined by the number of kills. 】

Looking at the flashing text on the VM screen, Bianbian Huashui grinned at the corners of his dry mouth.

Speaking of which, he seems to have already won a silver shield.

No one has unlocked the gold shield achievement yet.

With a fighting spirit in his eyes, Bianbian Huashui switched the voice to the command channel and shouted loudly.

"Each team reports casualties!"

A uniform voice came from the headset.

"Team A1 has 3 people left! 7 killed!"

"Team A2 has 4 people left, 6 lying!"

"..."

Three groups of 30 teams, ten were destroyed, and most of the rest could not be fully staffed.

When fighting with the predators before, the entire position was like a meat grinder. When the people in front fell, the people squatting in the anti-artillery cave immediately took over. The mortar position alone changed three groups of people, and there were crooked corpses lying next to many machine guns.

Among them were enemies and our own people.

"There are 102 people left..."

After counting the number of people, Bianbian Huashui couldn't help but be amazed.

The entire corps had only 300 people in total, 198 of them were killed, and they were only two more away from a two-thirds reduction. Many people were still alive, but they could only make a sound.

For example, players with physical fitness would not die immediately even if their intestines fell out, and they could even get up and continue shooting after stuffing them back in.

"This is really a death trap..."

Silently calculated the remaining supplies.

Bian Pashui pondered for a moment, switched to the full voice, stood on the top of the earth pit of the anti-artillery hole, and shouted loudly to the brothers in the corps.

"Brothers! Our mission has been completed!"

"Now, the command has given us two choices, one is to abandon the position, blow up the supplies, and go to the evacuation point for repairs."

"Or--"

After a pause, he looked around at his teammates.

"Fight to the last moment!"

This question seemed a bit redundant...

The rear is a full ten kilometers away from here, and running back with two legs is not as fast as dying back.

Death penalty?

It's only three days.

Sequence progress?

The experience gained from a battle cannot be upgraded.

"Wasteland OL" is fundamentally different from traditional MMORGs. The sequence level is not the whole of this game, and it even accounts for a small part of the entire game content. Contribution points, silver coins, regional reputation, professional level, skill proficiency... and even invisible favorability can all become factors that widen the gap in combat power.

In addition to the character level, there are more things worth pursuing in this almost 100% simulated virtual world.

Players who pursue survival rate will not stand here at the beginning.

And since they choose to stand on the same front, it is because of like-mindedness.

They have almost the same understanding of the game-

Death!

is the norm of this game!

"Retreat! Whoever wants to retreat, retreat!"

I don't know who shouted first, and soon there were shouts one after another on the battlefield. Pairs of pupils were filled with burning fighting spirit, no one was afraid, and no one was timid.

"Fight those bastards!"

"Never retreat!"

"Fight to the end!!!"

"Dedicate yourself to the administrator!"

"Wait, you just said loyalty!"

"Ahhhh!"

Players put on gas masks and put bayonets on their rifles. Those who didn't have rifles took out their engineer shovels and put them in handy places.

The deafening roar resounded across the battlefield, causing the hearts of the more than two thousand marauders marching in the pine forest to tremble.

Xiongya, who personally stepped forward to direct the battle, looked up at the highland that had been transformed beyond recognition by artillery fire, and felt a hint of timidity in his heart for some unknown reason.

It's obvious that the enemy on the other side is at the end of its battle, and it's obvious that the two thousand people behind him can be drowned by just one spit from each of them...

Glancing at the fragments of the wing stuck in the mud, as well as the wreckage of the tank and the fragmented corpse not far away, the burly man couldn't help but muttered.

"What are these gophers shouting..."

The confidant who was following him said nervously.

"No, I don't know..."

He couldn't understand what those people were shouting, and he had no doubt that they could capture the position in front of him that had been plowed over and over again by artillery fire.

But his intuition told him that those people would never let them rush forward easily...

One hundred people?

Two hundred people?

Or leave more bodies…

Regardless, it's going to be a tough fight!

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(The fever has subsided and I feel better. I find it strange that my eyesight is quite good, but when I catch a cold, the astigmatism gets worse...confused.)