Four Hundred and Eighty-One Became the Record

"One, two! Three!" In the engineering unit, a group of soldiers pushed the fixed pedal between the two floating wheels, and the engineers on standby around them fixed the pedal in an instant with tools.

A huge pontoon bridge just crossed the Maron River. Before the smoke that protected the pontoon bridge had dissipated, an M4 tank rolled its tracks and rushed onto the pontoon bridge.

Behind this tank is one tank after another. On the other side of the pontoon bridge, a larger pontoon bridge has been erected to the center of the river. There are also countless ships surrounding this giant pontoon bridge, transporting various bridge-building materials.

Between the two pontoon bridges, on countless assault boats, army soldiers, wearing life jackets, leaned against the inside of the bumpy hull, and passed the wide river at high speed.

On the south bank of the Maron River, the Elland Hill soldiers who had already boarded the river bank, holding their weapons, bent over and rushed into the defense position that was beyond recognition.

The original trenches have now been destroyed by artillery fire and cannot see their original appearance. Around the scattered sandbags and the long-destroyed and incomplete bunker fortifications, the enemy's resistance was almost zero.

The Airanhill soldiers with flamethrowers sprayed acrid flames at the bunker where they didn't know if there were any living people inside. The flames kept beating for a long time without going out where the tar was stained.

Soldiers with ak-47 assault rifles jumped into the trenches and found that there were remains of puppet soldiers everywhere, as well as the corpses of human soldiers of the puppet empire lying on the ground.

The butt and parts of the Mauser 98k rifle can be vaguely seen. Occasionally, grenades, scattered bullets, and broken bullet transport boxes can also be seen.

Among the corpses and wreckage, there were kneeling puppet empire soldiers with their hands raised. They shouted loudly that they had not fired, and begged the forgiveness of the soldiers of Ireland Hill.

Amid the cries of surrender, another huge hovercraft rushed onto the river bank, sending a whole heavily armed infantry company to the river bank.

The jeep moved sideways on the beach, and the soldiers sitting on the jeep held the 12.7mm heavy machine gun mounted on the back row of the jeep, pointing at the puppet soldiers who gathered together after being captured.

Soon, the tank troops crossed the Maron River, and hundreds of tanks began to expand to the surrounding defensive positions, while the heavy smoke covering the troops crossing the river and the pontoon bridge began to gradually dissipate over time.

However, as expected, the blocking artillery fire from the puppet empire did not come. So far, the counterattack gunfire has been scattered throughout the entire position.

More than half of the bunkers and hidden heavy weapon positions were destroyed by the previous artillery fire. As for the remaining part, the defenders inside had long lost the mood to continue fighting. After seeing Alan Hill's army approaching, they immediately handed over their weapons.

Inside a bomb crater, a few demons who were stubbornly resisting, as well as dozens of soldiers of the puppet empire, were firing non-stop with their weapons.

They were one of the few small-scale troops nearby who dared to fight back. These soldiers fought against the dense fog with rifles and Maxim heavy machine guns, seeming to prove their determination to resist to the end.

But their attack hardly caused any trouble to Alan Hill's landing. As the fog began to gradually dissipate, Alan Hill's troops finally discovered that there were still remaining enemies around them.

The Elland Hill soldiers leaning on the edge of the trench moved away the infrared telescope in front of them,

Shouted loudly to the comrades around: "11 o'clock direction! About 200 meters! Let the armored troops or air cavalry clean up the garbage!"

The soldier holding the walkie-talkie nodded and called for support into the microphone: "Coordinates 33-51! Enemy troops are firing! Enemy troops are firing!"

The voice on the radio caught the attention of the pilot of the gunship hovering in the sky. The weapon operator in front of him was already looking for a target that could be attacked. After hearing the contact from the ground troops, he immediately adjusted his search mode.

"I saw it, the infrared signature is obvious! There is no identification mark! It is not a friendly army! I opened fire! I opened fire!" After the weapon operator determined the target, he began his own attack.

The armed helicopter he was in hovered in mid-air, and pointed its nose in the direction of the enemy through the smog.

Then, in the next second, the rotary cannon equipped on the nose sprayed out violent flames, and the rocket pods hanging under the short wings also fired a series of rockets.

Relying on the bomb crater as a cover, the small army composed of demons and puppet empire soldiers who resisted was submerged in the white smoke of continuous explosions in an instant.

The long swords in their hands, as well as the backward Maxim and Mauser 98k rifles, all failed to play a role. After the explosion, there was silence in the bomb crater, leaving only slightly steaming and rising smoke.

After a while, a surviving demon crawled out of the floating soil. His legs had been blown off, leaving only half of his body. He crawled twice, found a more comfortable position, and leaned there, panting heavily.

Even at such a point, he still did not give up the long sword in his hand. Holding the hilt of his sword, he stared at the edge of the crater in front of him, waiting for the moment when the enemy approached.

Then, he saw an Ellandhill soldier with a strange device on his eyes, slowly poking his head out from the edge of the crater, looking down at him.

Standing on the edge of the crater, the soldier of Ireland Hill was holding an AK-47 assault rifle, with night vision goggles on his eyes, looking down at the panting demon, without any mercy on his face.

Then, he raised his weapon, aimed it at the demon's face, and gently pulled the trigger.

"Thug!" A short burst of shots pierced the demon's face, leaving deep holes in the eyes and the bridge of the nose. Black blood soaked the ground, and there was no more gunshots here.

In just 4 hours, 4 armored divisions, 6 mechanized infantry divisions, and 3 light infantry divisions of the Irish 3rd Army Group crossed the Maron River defense line.

The entire line of defense collapsed in an instant, and within 5 hours the resistance stopped across the board. Now, the puppet empire has no danger to defend, and the entire fertile Sanhe Plain area has become fat meat under the knife of Alan Hill's troops.

The only regrettable thing is that the demon general who was in charge of commanding the demon army took advantage of the chaos and escaped with more than 2,000 demons, becoming the only lucky one to escape in this battle.

The remaining hundreds of thousands of puppet imperial troops, 50,000 demon troops, and 10 floating castles have all become the records of the sky fleet...