One Thousand Five Hundred and Forty-Two Comeback

In the evening, just as the watchman's offensive force was preparing to launch a new round of attack, the armored force of the Alan Hill Empire launched a counterattack again.

The electromagnetic tank unit returned to the battlefield again. The Destroyer tank of the watchman had not yet directly attacked the frontal defense position of the Alan Hill Empire, and once again strangled with the tank units of the Alan Hill Empire.

Night had gradually fallen, and looking at the darkening sky outside through the monitor, a tank commander of the Alan Hill Empire lifted the hatch above his head.

A burnt smell drifted into the cockpit of the tank, and the commander poked his head out, squinting his eyes and brushing away the light smoke with his hands.

Less than two meters away from him, the wreckage of a Destroyer tank with charred black and melted edges emitted wisps of light smoke. The magic power of the explosion just burned the shell of the tank, making the edge of the broken hard shell Blackened and melted.

Those climbing legs were paralyzed on the ground, without any strength to support them. The entire body of the Destroyer Tank tilted to one side, revealing the desolation of the end of the world. Soon it will start to dissipate and the energy will eventually return to nature.

Just now, there was a small-scale tank battle here. The armored forces of the Alan Hill Empire raided the watchmen stationed here and won this partial battle.

About 300 Sweeper soldiers were surrounded and annihilated, and about 20 Destroyer tanks were also destroyed.

However, the Alan Hill Empire was not completely without losses. More than 70 grenadiers covering the tanks were killed, and nine electromagnetic tanks were destroyed.

The legend of a Tiger tank killing 20 enemy tanks during World War II did not appear. Everyone is still using the bloodiest exchange ratio to prove the cruelty of war.

After a fierce battle, the place returned to calm for a while. Dozens of electromagnetic tanks were disguised as bushes and rested among the wrecked tanks on the battlefield, and some clone soldiers gathered next to the burning tanks to heat up food.

Soon a new battle will break out, so everyone is taking the opportunity to rest, replenish food, and recover their strength.

There are also some troops who arrived later, passing by the road that has been changed beyond recognition, curiously looking at these friendly troops on the battlefield.

Looking at the tablet in front of him, the targets of some nearby enemy troops and friendly troops have been clearly marked. The commander pointed to the mark on the map, and said to the gunner who was also protruding from the tank beside him: "We are about 400 meters away from the No. 2588 defensive position in front! Bypassing this mound, you can see Target area!"

The gunner also knew the situation of the battle, so he followed up and said, "The news from the unmanned reconnaissance plane is that the opponent has almost razed it to the ground! Even if we regain the defensive position over there, there is no way to continue to use it!"

The opponent destroyed the position and destroyed all attributes, causing the counterattack troops of the Alan Hill Empire to encounter unprecedented troubles. Because they couldn't rely on the old environment to fight, everyone felt uncomfortable for a while.

If you are fighting against a normal enemy, if you lose a village, it will still be a village. Even if it becomes a ruin, if you regain it, it will still be a position that you can hold on to.

In other words, at least the ruins of the village are a landmark,

In the worst case, everyone can say that I have already hit a certain village.

But now, all the enemy-occupied areas that the counterattack troops passed by were already a piece of white ground. There are no remaining trenches, no barracks or villages.

In short, there is nothing, everyone can only use the previously marked XX position to describe the precise location of their current position—or simply be more precise, directly describe it with latitude and longitude...

"Those damn bastards! Judging from the situation on the battlefield, if we advance another 14 kilometers, we can close this pocket!" The commander looked at the map and lit a cigarette.

The gunner nodded humorously and agreed with his words: "That's right! The premise is that the armored force on the other side is also as elite as us."

"Haha! You are right!" The commander also laughed. According to the previous combat order, they will continue to advance in a few minutes.

"Look! That's the Second Battalion!" Seeing a new tank passing by, the gunner's tone was a little excited.

Following his shout, the captain squinted his eyes and smoked a cigarette and looked over, seeing electromagnetic tanks one after another, passing by the battlefield where the gunpowder smoke had not yet cleared.

On both sides of the tank, there are oil-burning wheeled armored personnel carriers, as well as some trucks and jeeps. Such a slightly chaotic configuration also proves that this counterattack force is not actually the most elite trump card of the Alan Hill Empire.

They are all clone troops, and their equipment is basically "cobbled together". Except for the main combat weapons that affect combat effectiveness, other auxiliary equipment basically stays in a usable state.

However, such an army is advancing towards the enemy, and with the last rays of the sun setting, it has taken firm steps towards the Watcher's troops.

"Boom!" The long-range self-propelled artillery was roaring, hitting shells one after another out of sight.

The fighter jets of both sides in the sky are still fighting for air supremacy on the battlefield. Neither side seems to want to give in, so the losses began to rise in a straight line.

Just as the sun was gradually setting, the bomber force of the Alan Hill Empire was dispatched quietly and on a large scale.

According to the plan, more than 200 B-52s and other types of bombers used their methods to raid almost all the watchman-occupied areas within the range.

Various types of bombers dropped a large amount of guided munitions, and the explosion suddenly lit up the horizon, and the intensity of the attack was beyond the expectation of the watchers.

The startled Watcher troops began to counterattack, and a large number of Prowler fighter jets took off to intercept, and a fierce air battle broke out between the two sides again.

From time to time, bombers fell from the sky with long flames. The roar of engines was accompanied by the sound of cannon fire, dotted with huge explosions of air-to-air missiles, making the whole sky extremely noisy.

The large-scale air battle broke out just the prelude to this night's battle, and a larger battle broke out subsequently.

That afternoon, almost 2,500 clone grenadiers died in battle, and at the same time they left more than 10,000 corpses behind the Watchers who stopped them.

Although most of these corpses have disappeared, they did exist and lay there, witnessing the achievements of the Armored Forces of the Alan Hill Empire!