One Hundred and Twenty Eight Sky
"Our one-hour loss is more than the past two years combined! What are you kidding me? I want reinforcements! Reinforcements! It's too late!" Holding the phone, the commander of the 12th Division turned to his immediate superior in embarrassment. General Lester roared.
He hung up the phone, frowned, looked at the officers beside him, and asked, "You saw with your own eyes that the 2nd regiment's headquarters was hit?"
"It's the news sent back by the observation post! They saw with their own eyes that the regiment headquarters of the 2nd regiment was enveloped by a fire. Then we lost contact with the 2nd regiment, and we have no way to confirm the specific losses there." One The officer stood at attention and replied.
It has always been Ailan Hill's artillery that attacked the enemy's position from a long distance. Now things have changed. Ailan Hill's troops have been attacked by opponents from a long distance - something that has never happened before is also testing Ailan Xi. Er's senior commanders.
These generals and officers had to think about a problem, how to hide under the enemy's artillery fire and protect their command from attack. Obviously, the head of the 2 regiment does not need to think about it now, and the entire 2 regiment is almost finished now.
"The Dragon Knights of the Holy Demon Empire are storming our defense line, and the fortress has become a key target of attack. A garrison group stationed there is estimated to have been wiped out by now." Another officer reported the current situation in a heavy tone. battle situation.
"The anti-aircraft artillery unit is desperately fighting back, but our firepower density is obviously not as high as that of the opponent's Dragon Knight... If the Air Force can't get in touch again, we may be wiped out here." The officer in charge of contacting the Air Force is frustrated followed.
"Order the troops to continue to persevere! We are the 2nd Army of Ireland Hill! Gentlemen! If we take a step back, then all our previous honors will cease to exist." The division commander of the 12th Division looked at the officers in front of him We, buckled our helmets over our heads: "We must fight! Because we swore! Remember our oath?"
"Loyal to Alan Hill! Fight for His Majesty the Emperor to the last moment!" Everyone raised their palms, pointed their fingers together to their temples, and gave a solemn military salute.
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Behind the defense line of Ireland Hill, on the constructed artillery position, a loader placed a heavy 155mm howitzer shell on the loading aid: "The ammunition is here!"
Another loader pushed the cannonball into the barrel, closed the breech block, and gave a thumbs up to the waiting gunner on the other side: "Filled! Ready to fire!"
"Boom!" Without the slightest hesitation, the cannon commander pulled the cord to fire, and the cannon sat back heavily, and a thick white smoke was emitted from the muzzle. With this roar, the huge cannonball flew to the enemy's position in the distance, and the cannon here has returned to the state before firing under the action of the hydraulic device.
"Ding dong!" The loader opened the breech block, and a shell emitting a heat wave fell out and hit the cooled shell under his feet, making a crisp sound. They had been fighting for almost an hour, during which time they had not rested for even a second except to cool the barrels.
No one knew what they were shelling, they just kept firing at the preset fire coverage area according to the requirements of the front line. As artillerymen they rarely see their enemies, and their work is almost as little as working in a factory.
Only this time, the workload seems to be a bit unimaginable: the enemies they faced before were basically the kind of enemies who completely collapsed after one or two salvos. Today, they have fired dozens of shells, but the command seems to have no intention of making them angry at all.
"I said... what are we fighting? Are we testing the limit of service life of artillery?" A loader opened a box of artillery shells with an iron drill and asked his comrades who were helping him out of breath.
The comrade-in-arms lowered his head and picked up a heavy artillery shell, and looked at the other party covered in sweat: "Have you seen the entire artillery position tested together? This is the latest cannon,
Still using tests? "
Another loader ran over, bent over to pick up a shell, and scolded in a low voice, "Hurry up and work! The regimental commander came to urge himself, saying that the front line urgently needs fire support, let us continue to fire..."
Go forward from the artillery position to cross the collapsed fortress, then cross a messy second-line defense position, and continue to move forward to the first-line defense position that has been submerged in a sea of fire.
In a machine gun position on a small elevation, a few Ireland Hill Grenadiers were cooling the barrels of their machine guns with their own urine. The vicinity of the position they were holding was destroyed by the flames, and there were charred corpses and unextinguished flames everywhere.
"Hurry up! The damn dragon will fly back in a while!" Looking at the damn dragon circling in the thick smoke in the sky, the machine gunner wiped the black ashes on his face and urged with a spit .
"Let that beast come over! Let it come! Grandpa, I fought with it!" An Alan Hill grenadier who had just donated his own urine put the thorn in the gun, looking like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water Mouth: "I am afraid of death, I will not come to be a soldier!"
"Well said! I'm afraid of death! The old men will not come to be soldiers!" Another soldier poured the canned fish in his hand into his mouth, his face full of satisfaction after eating: "Don't waste it, Whoever has canned food quickly swallows it, and in the next life, he will be a soldier of Alan Hill and eat such delicious canned food!"
The loader pulled the bolt and pushed a new bullet into the barrel, while looking up at the sky full of black smoke: "It's disgusting to look at these monsters flying in the sky, our Air Force, where are you? "
Just when he asked this question, a giant dragon raging over the battlefield snorted uncomfortably. The dragon knight behind it seemed to sense something, took his eyes off the ground, and looked up at the sky he had almost never looked up at.
He rode his giant dragon, raised his height, and listened carefully to the crunching sound in the wind. Finally, he settled on one thing, something seemed to be approaching, with a noise that made him very uncomfortable.
Above the clouds, inside the closed glass cockpit, a masked Airland Hill fighter pilot looked at the hellish front line outside his window: "We've found our target! Dive! Dive! Attack!"
"Cover me! Cover me!" On the radio, there was an anger in the voices of the fighter pilots who had already started to dive under the clouds. They took off in a hurry after receiving the combat order, but when they arrived at the front line, they saw the apocalyptic scene on the ground.
This is simply a slap in the face of their faces, because their task is to intercept the opponent's dragon and cover the ground troops to fight. Now that they are long overdue, their hearts are really more sad than letting them die.
That is the pain of betrayal of the trust of comrades-in-arms, that is the pain that one's own efforts are wasted, that is the pain of seeing the deep hatred in the sea of blood-accompanied by such pain, one after another -109 fighter jets rushed down from the clouds sideways , the sound of the roar of the engine resounded in the sky at this moment.
"They're circling! They're circling! Grab the target! Immediately after the attack, use the speed to get away!" Oranke drove his fighter jet to keep approaching the target he selected. The giant dragon seemed to have found the diving enemy and was rising. high.
Pressing the sight on the dragon's body, Oranke's finger has been pressed on the trigger to fire, he is ready to attack, and he will fire immediately after waiting for the best attack distance. .
Three seconds, two seconds, one second! Under the puzzling gaze of the Dragon Knight, the nose of Oranke's -109 fighter jet spit out hot flames, and the 20mm caliber machine gun fired a line of tracer bullets, all of which poured into the dragon's body.
Oranke, who was attacking for the first time, felt that such a dive and fire was very easy. His daily training was basically such subjects: how to get rid of the opponent's pursuit, how to use maneuvers to fight with the opponent, how to lock the target and fire...
Now, he just used the most direct method to practice his training content, and in the process of practice, he found that these aerial combat skills instilled in his mind by the knowledge magic ball are really very, very useful.
The warhead left an exploding blood mist on the dragon's scales. Accompanied by the heart-piercing scream of the dragon, Oranke suddenly pulled his joystick and let the plane fly past the fallen dragon.
"I hit it! I hit it!" Inside the headset, fighter pilots shouted excitedly everywhere. The dragon knights who met the mortal air force for the first time were basically in a sluggish state, and they had not adapted to this completely different air combat mode for a while.
The opponents were almost all shot down in a static hovering state, and only a few dragon knights avoided the first round of attacks-they often fought against the opponent's giant dragons, and now it seems that there is an unprecedented kind of attack. A terrible enemy to see.
Seeing their air force shoot down one giant dragon after another, the Alan Hill soldiers on the ground cheered. They finally waited for hope, and finally regained their courage. They raised their rifles and parted their parched lips, revealing even whiter teeth against their black faces.
The first batch of 0-109 fighter jets to the battlefield were like hungry wolves rushing into the flock, slaughtering the dragon knights who were butchers a few minutes ago in the sky. Those dragons who saw fighter jets for the first time were very unsuitable for those fighter jets that were extremely fast and small and flexible, and could only be beaten passively for a while.
However, these dragon knights still had an absolute advantage in number. They were accustomed to the sky and finally started their own counterattack after being chased for a few minutes.
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