1593 Arms
"I can feel that a terrible existence is approaching here!" Looking up at the sky, the elder in the sky frowned and said to several business leaders around him.
Although this is just his hunch, his hunch has always been very accurate. When facing the guard's invasion before, he had a premonition of uneasiness!
Just now, the super-large-scale orbital bombardment that made the entire planet tremble ended abruptly and unexpectedly.
Except for two shells that fell near Cambridge, destroying a large amount of supplies and evaporating many personnel, the rest of the shells did not cause many casualties and damage.
In fact, the infrastructure and personnel density of the new District 6 are far less suitable for bombardment than imagined.
If orbital bombardment is such a densely populated planet full of cities, the damage that a bombardment can cause is incalculable.
And the effect of rail bombardment is also amazing in enemy-occupied areas full of enemies, such as attacking the guards or demon-occupied areas.
Only this kind of planet is not densely populated at all, and the supplies and infrastructure are few. The significance of orbital bombardment is still reflected in the spiritual level of destroying the enemy's will to resist.
Knowing that the rail bombardment will not have any good effects, the only reason for insisting on the rail bombardment is to delay time.
Indeed, the long-term orbital bombardment by the destroyer fleet of the Alan Hill Empire is actually delaying time. They are delaying the landing force!
Since they don't want to completely destroy the capital planet of the new 6th district, then landing on this planet and destroying the rebels on it has become the only option for the Alan Hill Empire military.
Therefore, just now, a large-scale space transport fleet carrying the interstellar paratroopers of the Alan Hill Empire jumped to the other side of the destroyer fleet.
In order to ensure the safety of this landing force, a cruiser fleet was drawn from the front line to escort the landing fleet.
In terms of scale, the fleet of the Alan Hill Empire in front of us is actually very large. Not just landing ships and destroyer cruisers, but also an experimental quasi-aircraft carrier.
At this moment, in the gap between rows of landing spaceships neatly parked in a landing transport ship closer to the core of the fleet, several low-level commanders of the interstellar paratroopers are complaining together.
They are not clones, they are real humans. Most of these interstellar paratroopers are commanders, responsible for commanding the clone paratroopers under their command to fight.
Because they have souls, their powered mechas are completely different from those of clones.
While arranging his weapons, an officer complained to his comrades-in-arms: "Damn it! How did those bastards from the staff talk?"
He participated in the meeting just now, and those staff officers were really bad-mouthed to the extreme—some things are obviously good things, but if they say them, they will become a funeral!
"That's right! These bastards actually said that we were on standby at the front line, and we didn't have a chance to fight back, so waiting was also waiting, and we were the only ones idle, so we made the best use of everything!" Another interstellar paratrooper also nodded and said.
He was also very displeased with the talk of those staff officers, but those people were still very important and capable.
It is because they integrate and count a large amount of data before each battle that they can ensure that the interstellar paratroopers defeat the enemy and reduce a large number of casualties in every operation.
"Asshole! Next time I see those guys on the staff, I'll kick their ass!" the paratrooper commander continued to complain as he inserted the brand new electromagnetic rifle magazine into his chest magazine pouch.
"Kick their asses? I think you will probably lick their asses!" A strong commander with a big beard came over. He was wearing power armor, which proved that he would also go to the new area 6 after the airborne operation. capital.
"What did you say?" The paratrooper commander who had been complaining glanced at the strong man who came over, and asked with a cold snort.
"Isn't it? Who said it before? If there is a war, you can go anywhere?" The big man twisted his neck, moved his shoulders from side to side, and looked at the other side and asked.
Then, he deliberately imitated the other party's words at that time, and said with a strong sissy coquettish: "As long as you let me kill the enemy, you can let me do anything!"
"I...you..." The paratrooper, who had just looked like a brave and tough guy, immediately stuttered. He said "I" first, and then "you." He didn't say a word for a long time.
The other commander, who was holding a tablet computer on one side, looked up at the situation in the war zone, raised his head, and pretended to remind him for fear that the world would not be chaotic: "You don't hit people in the face!"
"Well, so when we meet next time, remember to thank those staff officers who let you fight!" The bearded man showed off his biceps strongly, and made a gesture that he was very invincible, and faced him narcissistically. The other party said while showing off.
The commander of the paratroopers, who was ready to go, cocked his gun, the muzzle over his head, pointing to the sky.
He looked at a few comrades-in-arms with a smile on his face: "Yes, I thank them! I thank their ancestors for eighteen generations!"
"Hahahaha!" The commanders couldn't hold back, so they all laughed. There's no way, soldiers' laughing points are so low, just a little bit is enough for them to laugh all afternoon.
While a few people were chatting, an officer in the military uniform of a senior commander walked over with a stack of documents between them.
As the officer walked, he took out the last copy of the document in the folder and handed it to the bearded commander who was waiting at the front.
He didn't wait for the bearded man to finish reading, before explaining: "The chat is over! An hour ago, the fleet stopped its orbital bombardment of the capital of New District 6, and the air quality over there has now allowed military operations!"
After speaking, he made a disbanding gesture and ordered all the interstellar paratroopers to return to their landing ships and stand by.
While ordering, he shouted: "All landing ships will set sail in 3 minutes! We will enter the atmosphere in about 21 minutes!"
"Obey! Sir!" Hearing his shout, a passing officer gave a military salute and hurriedly ran behind him.
"No problem!" The bearded officer stood at attention and saluted, and immediately ran to the distant spaceship.
The last officer with a tablet computer in his hand also respected a military officer, smiled and assured the commander: "You can act at any time!"
Soon, countless meteors appeared in the atmosphere of the capital planet in the new 6th area. These fires pierced the sky and quickly approached the ground.
On the empty wilderness, the hydraulic hatch opened quickly after the pressure was released, and the interstellar paratroopers with weapons came out in a single file, carefully walking among the fallen trees and the wreckage of an overturned truck.
"The left wing is safe!" The soldier holding the electromagnetic rifle looked at the familiar and unfamiliar world in front of him through the clear wide-angle enhanced vision image.
Beside him, another soldier knelt on one knee behind the exposed boulder and scanned everything nearby: "It's safe! No suspicious traces were found!"
"The right wing is safe! There is nothing here! There are only wreckage and ruins!" On the other side, the interstellar paratroopers of the Alan Hill Empire with weapons also advanced cautiously, and the search formation was scattered.
Leaning on the rear of an abandoned off-road vehicle, a paratrooper waved forward, signaling his comrades behind him to pass him and continue forward.
Seeing his gesture, the two clone troopers walked forward quickly with their weapons in hand, and established a temporary defensive position behind the bunker further ahead.
"Safe! We haven't encountered any resistance here!" Pressing the communicator, a commander walked out of the spaceship with his helmet in his arms. He looked at the surrounding silent forest canyon, as well as the distant mountains and streams. The senior commander on the side reported.
"No landing force encountered resistance... Those damn bastards should have escaped!" A commander looked at the corpse of a civilian lying on the ground, and said a little lonely.
The civilian had apparently been killed by orbital bombing, his body covered in dust, presumably hit by flying debris.
The landing went very smoothly, and the enemy had no anti-aircraft equipment at all-nor did the rebels have anti-aircraft missiles, because in theory they had no use at all.
Therefore, the anti-aircraft missiles are given priority to the Higgs region, followed by the Dothan and Yalante regions. In short, the vast majority of anti-aircraft missiles were sent to the war zone adjacent to the Watcher.
Not just anti-aircraft missiles, these rebels actually don't even have a few anti-aircraft guns. Compared with the huge Alan Hill Empire landing fleet, the role these air defense weapons can play is infinitely close to zero.
"I didn't find it here!" On the other side of the mountain, the commander of another landing force looked at the mountain that had collapsed after being hit by the rail gun, and reported into the communicator.
Farther away, a troop of paratroopers had been scattered in search of survivors, looking at more than half of the town that had been changed beyond recognition, carefully looking for corpses or lives in the ruins.
Their commander held a document that had just been delivered and picked up, and also reported: "I didn't find it here either!"
Soon, the commander of a team reported the latest discovery through the public channel: "A few unarmed people from our side came to surrender. They said they were coerced and coerced."
The leading paratrooper commander pressed the communicator and ordered to the subordinates over there: "The screening work is not ours, let those from the Ministry of Internal Affairs do it!"
"Understood!" The commander who caught a few surrendered civilians looked at the discomfited and tired-looking rebels from the new district 6, with displeasure on their faces.
"I found some corpses here, as well as a large amount of abandoned supplies. They left in a hurry...and left an unfinished production line halfway." In the direction close to Cambridge, the paratroopers still found many .
They searched along the highway, and found a lot of goods jammed together and equipment in a mess.
"They even have to take away the lathe and the drilling machine... What a pity!" A paratrooper passed by a truck carrying two old-fashioned machine tools, and complained disdainfully.
On the other side, looking at the grain woven bags scattered on the side of the road, the officer leading the team also reported everything he saw to the commander: "A large amount of grain was found here, and several surrendered soldiers were captured. The rebels, they also said they were forced..."
"Ha! I can't meet a bastard who voluntarily rebels!" The bearded paratrooper stomped on the corpse of a rebel who fell face down on the ground, and complained impatiently.
On the other side of the communicator, the commander who caught the prisoners continued: "These people said that Cambridge was closed when our airborne began, and the rest of the people fled and hid. Many people had no time to escape to Cambridge. go."
"It seems that we missed it..." The leading paratrooper commander smiled, not knowing whether it was bitter or bitter.
Standing behind him, his adjutant gloated and said, "Yes, but it's not us who suffer the most!"
"Roar!" As soon as his words fell, a huge roar pierced through the entire sky. Everyone subconsciously covered their ears with their hands, because the roar was too loud.
The Dragon Emperor kicked and smashed a machine tool lying on the side of the road, and the anger on his face could not be concealed no matter what.
Recently, he was often furious because of the death of Adair, and this time he came here to support the paratroopers in combat, in fact, it was also to relieve the boredom in his heart.
As a result, the opponent ran away without fighting, which made him very depressed, so that his mood became worse and worse.
In the depths of the distant universe, in the new world of the Heavenly Sword God Sect established by the Supreme Elder, a group of businessmen from Alan Hill were shocked speechless by the gorgeous pavilions in front of them.
If we simply discuss the beauty of the buildings, the Alan Hill Empire may not be the opponent of the Heavenly Sword God Sect in front of us.
Amidst the exclamation and praise, a rebel in the army uniform of the Elland Hill Empire in the back row of the crowd, with green cloth strips wrapped around his arms, looked at the excited crowd around him.
He took two steps back, and when he was sure no one noticed him, he flickered and disappeared in place. In no time, he squeezed out of the crowd and hid in a deserted alley.
Looking around, he stretched out his arm and opened the metal cover on his forearm. A device that glowed red began to work. He pulled out the contraption and hid it behind a few broken bricks in the corner.
Then, like a normal person, he walked out of the alley, mixed into the crowd, and quickly disappeared.
"Report!" A man in black knocked on the door of Minister of the Interior Diens. After getting permission, he reported excitedly: "My lord! A hidden son sent back a signal of the highest level! The remnant of the Heavenly Sword Sect has been found!"