1579th Falling Flame
"The other party is bombing the tree of life... The structure of the atmosphere is fairly stable, but it probably won't last long." An officer reported the latest situation to Andre with some frustration.
In the dimly lit underground headquarters, the officers at work were busy walking around. Some people are watching the latest frontline battle situation in front of the computer. The surface of the planet controlled by the Alan Hill Empire has been compressed to a very small size.
Although in such a deep underground bunker, Andre couldn't hear the enemy's rumbling artillery, but in fact the enemy was indeed not far from his headquarters.
The fastest advancing enemy army was already less than 90 kilometers away from where he was. Supporting these lines of defense are the Alan Hill Empire troops with fewer and fewer weapons in their hands.
Most of the troops are already quite exhausted, and they can no longer take a normal rotation and rest without a reserve team.
Under the successive attacks of the guard troops who basically do not need to rest, these tired troops are getting more and more exhausted, and have less and less energy to launch a counterattack.
Almost as Andre had expected, after depleting a large stockpile of weapons, his troops began to crumble.
On the defensive front, including self-propelled artillery, he could easily assemble more than 300 heavy artillery to provide powerful fire support.
But now, he can call out 100 artillery pieces to support his troops, which is already considered a great skill.
There is no way, as the opponent's artillery is getting denser, the opponent's air force is bombing more and more frequently, and the number of weapon failures is increasing, the number of self-propelled artillery he can use is decreasing sharply.
Lacking the support of spare parts, maintenance has become relatively difficult. Coupled with the continuous increase in the rate of battle damage, the artillery unit has gradually become unable to support the existing scale of operations.
This is the case in modern warfare. If there is a problem in one link, the burden will be shared with other links, directly crushing all links, leading to the overall collapse of the army.
The same is true for the troops of the Alan Hill Empire. The disadvantage of the air force eventually consumed a large number of anti-aircraft missiles. The exhaustion of anti-aircraft missiles shifted the pressure of air supremacy to the ground troops. Large targets that were easy to be hit: artillery, tanks, cars, etc. were first eliminated Heavy damage, and then all the pressure fell on the light infantry.
Without the cover of heavy weapons and air support, the grenadiers could only fight alone, and the speed of loss naturally became exaggerated.
Now, the millions of reinforcements have almost been lost, and what is left in Andre's hands is almost only more than 2 million soldiers with incomplete organizational systems.
What disturbs him is that,
It wouldn't be surprising if these 2 million soldiers collapsed within a few hours.
Because before his 2 million troops had 100 combat numbers, but now his 2 million troops belong to more than 500 command units.
There is no way, there are very few troops that have been eaten by the watchmen's troops, and most of them are remnants that were withdrawn after losses and rested.
Sadly, it was originally stipulated that the troops that lost 1000 people would be withdrawn to rest, and then they were sent out hastily because of a problem somewhere-then the troops that lost 2000 people were withdrawn to rest, and then it became a loss Half are eligible for rotation.
Until a few days ago, Andre had already begun to organize logistics troops and civilian personnel into temporary combat teams and send them out to perform reinforcement tasks.
Unsurprisingly, these miscellaneous troops temporarily organized into an army, after they were dispatched, no longer retreated to rest—they were all lost!
Andre knew very well that it wouldn't take long for these remnants of troops in his hands to begin to decrease sharply and quickly return to zero. At that time, it was time for him, the commander, to die for his country.
His adjutant pointed to the holographic map and introduced to Andre: "The remaining two armored divisions have been concentrated in a relatively flat direction according to your order, but calculating the consumption speed, they can't last long. "
While speaking, he pointed in another direction: "General Adair is blocking the enemy's attack here, and this is also the direction of the enemy's key attack. The opponent has invested a large number of conquerors, and these conquerors are very difficult to deal with. "
"We no longer have nuclear weapons, and there are not many missiles left. We have a lot of rocket launchers and ordinary cannon shells in reserve..." Andre stared at the holographic map and said.
He placed the tablet in his hand on the edge of the table, and the screen displayed the exact amount of ammunition in stock.
This number is decreasing sharply, because the fighting has not stopped at this moment, and the troops on the front line are constantly consuming these ammunition.
Of course, there is another reason.
Putting his own tablet on the table, Andre continued: "The weapon we expected to last for more than a year before, now it seems that it is only enough to last for two months, and the consumption rate is six times as expected. The calculation model has been redesigned."
"Many weapons are destroyed and not consumed normally. This is one of the reasons why our weapons are consumed too quickly." The adjutant took up the topic with some regret: "Our army has no way to maintain air supremacy. The opponent uses bombing Destroyed many of our artillery positions and front-line bunkers."
"Many ammunition depots were directly destroyed, so the consumption of ammunition is much faster than normal." Andre nodded, agreeing with his adjutant: "The rocket launcher, the artillery, the missile launcher, Much of the weaponry was destroyed by air strikes or enemy shelling, which somewhat reduced our firepower."
"Our data model has been sent out, and other lines of defense are summarizing new tactics based on our defense experience... Our sacrifice is valuable." The adjutant comforted.
"Of course it's valuable!" Andre smiled: "And it's not just as simple as being valuable!"
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"Sir! Let me go!" A second lieutenant grabbed the arm of an officer in front, his face full of unwillingness: "Let me go!"
"This is the last J-30 fighter jet. How can I safely hand her over to you?" The lieutenant officer walking in front was holding a white helmet with a faint smile on his face.
He looked at the hand holding his pressure suit, and looked up at the pilot of his wingman: "You have crashed one plane, and you are still flying! Let go! Let me go!"
After finishing speaking, he pulled his arm, pulled the opponent's hand away, and turned back to the fighter plane parked in the hillside bunker.
This airport runway was built inside the mountain, and it took a lot of effort when it was first built. Now that it's worth it, Watchmen's troops have bombed almost all field airfields, except this hidden place.
"The enemy army is attacking the tree of life, the anti-aircraft missiles have been exhausted, and the anti-aircraft artillery units have suffered heavy losses. If I don't take off at this time, when will I fly?" He climbed up the simple gangway and got into his cockpit , poked his head out and said to the wingman pilot who was unwillingly standing next to the plane: "Get out of the way!"
Although still reluctant, the pilot still let go of his hand holding the gangway. The simple gangway was folded up and retracted into a small hatch on the side of the plane.
"Don't worry about me, I will try my best to get back." The lieutenant pilot of the lead plane smiled, and then looked at the missiles on the plane.
The ground crew in charge of refueling took away the fuel tank, and the ground crew who closed the fuel tank hatch gave a thumbs up to the cockpit of the aircraft. Some pilots who survived the parachute stood at attention and saluted the fighter, and the engine started in a bleak state. Warm up Roar.
Thumbs up to the ground crew, and then pressed the button to close the hatch, the lieutenant pilot began to push the engine output control lever and bang the throttle.
The plane that had already adjusted its direction roared towards the entrance of the cave, and then broke away from gravity under the sun and rushed towards the clear sky.
And under the white clouds in the sky, densely packed Prowler fighter jets are guarding the cumbersome Crusher bomber, flying towards the huge tree of life.
Around the tree of life, the anti-aircraft gun positions made a low roar, and one anti-aircraft gun after another fired shells, trying to disperse the enemy planes surrounding the tree of life.
"Boom!" A black energy cluster flew directly into the canopy of the Tree of Life, broke the branches, and finally exploded, knocking off countless leaves.
A thick branch was broken by the explosion and fell, breaking the thin branches below, and finally crashed to the ground, smashing an anti-aircraft missile launch vehicle with an empty launcher.
These launch vehicles have run out of missiles, and are now discarded on these positions like scrap iron and used as false targets.
In fact, it is to deceive the opponent to attack and attract part of the bombing firepower, which can be regarded as a model of making the best use of everything.
The lieutenant, who had climbed to a high place, saw densely packed enemy targets on the battlefield through his fighter radar.
Before the outbreak of this war, the air force pilots of the Alan Hill Empire had never seen so many enemies on their radar search interface.
In fact, for most of the past, the pilots of the Alan Hill Empire have seen more friendly or foe identification signals on the radar than the enemy's radar identification signals.
Who would have imagined that there would be such a day when the air force of the Alan Hill Empire would lose its air supremacy, and could only helplessly stage such a big show of going to the meeting alone?
With his back against the Tree of Life, the lieutenant pointed his nose at the countless radar signals in the distance. He flipped his missile safety with his thumb, and locked on to the target.
"Come on!" He murmured softly, and then pressed the red button for attack. Accompanied by a slight vibration, the missiles on both sides detached from the aircraft pylons one after another, and rushed towards the distance.
"Boom!" Below the clouds, inside the group of Prowler fighter jets that were escorting, there were explosions after being hit by missiles one after another.
The Prowler fighters that were suddenly attacked, some began to climb, some began to slide, and suddenly dispersed.
"Huh!" Already seeing the enemy plane flying towards them, these Prowler fighter jets began to fire black energy bombs.
Because there are too many enemy planes, these black energy clusters seem to be like fishing nets, covering the only J-30 fighter jet flying head-on.
At this time, the soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire on the ground saw an unforgettable scene.
A plane, braving the sky full of artillery fire, rushed towards the dense formation of enemy planes, with an indomitable momentum.
No one would have thought that this precious image recorded by the sensor camera on the power suit would be transmitted in real time and sent to outer space.
The lieutenant who piloted the plane saw the black energy cluster flying over the sky, and slightly pulled his joystick. The fighter immediately responded to him, turning sideways and passing through the dense black energy.
In the next second, he rushed into the formation where the enemy plane was, and then turned quickly to the left, locking on to a Prowler that was making the same turn.
The moment the locked aperture in front of him caught the flickering light from the opponent, the lieutenant pulled the trigger and fired a short burst of fire.
The tracer bullets drew curves in the air, passing the Prowler fighter. In order to avoid the attack of the enemy plane chasing after him, the lieutenant was forced to give up the follow-up attack.
Without the support of wingmen, and at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, the technical gap between the two sides is completely unimportant at this time.
The lieutenant with a wry smile looked at the swaying figure of the Prowler fighter biting its tail projected on the rearview monitor, pulled the joystick, and aimed at the bulky crushers not far away.
These bloated large bombers do not have superb maneuverability, as long as they are bitten, they are basically destined to be destroyed.
Only because there are fewer and fewer fighter jets in the Alan Hill Empire, these crushing bombers are getting more and more rampant. Before, these crushers rarely went deep into the area controlled by the Alan Hill Empire to carry out bombing missions, because the watchmen really couldn't afford to lose these huge guys.
"Thug chug!" This time, another row of bullets pierced the sky, and the light of the tracer bullets penetrated the wing of the Crusher bomber, leaving a row of holes in it.
The suddenly damaged structure couldn't support the huge air resistance, and the damaged wing of the Crusher bomber was overwhelmed and broke off in the next second.
Passing by the crashing Crusher, the lieutenant saw the approaching Prowler fighter jets through the cabin glass.
He threw off the Prowler chasing him, and launched an attack on another Crusher not far away.
"Thug chug!" Another series of bullets were fired, and the crusher exploded in the air, bursting into a ball of gorgeous flames.
Almost at the same time, the J-30 fighter jet that was hit by the black energy from all directions also exploded, turning into a mass of burning scrap iron, and falling rapidly from the sky.
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