Chapter 1388 Offensive and Defensive Reversal

Veronica walked out of the gate, the warm late spring sun shone on her shoulders, a round of brilliant giant sun hung high in the sky, the crown of the giant sun and the faint wood grains on the surface of the sun disc transformed into an It was a magnificent scene, with a breeze blowing from afar, blowing through the bustling streets of Cecil and the lush roadside trees, with the fragrance of vegetation and the sound of heavy traffic in the wind.

She took a deep breath, as if she wanted to imprint the breath of the bustling world deeply into this body before exhaling it. She opened her arms slightly in the sun and narrowed her eyes slightly. Everything she perceived was transmitted to the main servo matrix in an instant—then, she opened her eyes again, and the images, sounds and tactile sensations captured by the 43,672 comprehensive sensors filled the air. The thread of her mind.

The rough hot wind, carrying sand and dust, slapped violently on the sentry towers of the outer defense belt. The damaged armor plate was emitting green smoke in the dim sky. The welding drone was flying between the weapon station and the shield platform. High-energy missiles and magic light beams cut the sky like a net, and bombarded the ancient shield above the old imperial capital in the howling sound. The translucent energy barrier rippled in the bombardment. Under the wave light of the energy barrier, the deformed body A huge wave composed of synthetic beasts is coming from afar. Those mutated and distorted body images and chaotic and crazy roars are sent back to the matrix through the sensors all over the battlefield, setting off bursts of roars among the data processing units.

The deep laboratory is closed, the extension excavation station is closed, all processing centers and manufacturing center orders are reordered, all energy and materials in the bunker fortress are supplied to the war unit, and the Ophelia matrix closes all systems that can be closed. For hundreds of years The accumulated energy and resources were put into war factories and front-line facilities, and the Iron Man Corps also came out.

After 700 years of silence, the last army left by the Gondor Empire stepped onto the battlefield again. This may be the last time they defended their homeland—and this time, they defended not only the Tuo imperial capital.

This is the spring of the 4th year of Cecil, on the 50th day of the Recovery Moon, the Battle of the Wasteland has ushered in the biggest change since the beginning of the war - a series of actions to attack the civilized world have been stopped, all the alliance's armies have counterattacked to the hinterland of the Wasteland and When the extension of the blocking wall was unstoppable, the dark priest entrenched in the depths of the wasteland gave up the confrontation with the main force of the alliance, and chose to attack the Deep Blue Well with all his might.

Aberrations, biochemical synthetic beasts, deformed root system megastructures, priests... All the power of the Wasteland Legion was integrated in a very short period of time, turning into a huge wave like a landslide and tsunami, attacking the deep blue from all directions. The well launched a fierce attack, and the central area of ​​the wasteland, which had always maintained a stalemate before, fell into a monstrous war in an instant. The dark army like a frenzy covered the vast land around the ancient capital of Gondor. Fierce battles unfolded on every inch of the scorched earth, and In the turbulent Kuroshio, the brilliance of the Deep Blue Well once again became the most eye-catching light on this land—this scene is like seven hundred years ago.

And the great change that happened in the central area of ​​the wasteland was also transmitted to the entire alliance immediately. This earth-shattering change shocked the leaders of the member countries of the alliance, but no one really panicked—as early as the day when the blocking wall project started, The Supreme Staff of the Alliance with the three empires of Cecil, Typhon, and Silver as the mainstay conducted a deduction.

The senior generals and military and political leaders of the three empires have long predicted that once the command of the Wasteland Legion realizes that the situation is irreversible and that attrition tactics will not work, they will regard the Deep Blue Well as the "last choice", and the entire alliance will All were waiting for this turning point, so although it came more suddenly than expected, the mortal armies were not unprepared.

On the 53rd of the Moon of Recovery, after a mobilization of materials and personnel on an unprecedented scale, the alliance's advances in the wasteland began to accelerate across the board. Led by the main force of the three major empires, dozens of member states have come up with what they can. Everything—soldiers, food, civilians, steel, everything is flowing towards the ancient land of Gondor, and it turns into a fiery torrent on the front line, as well as the purification towers that stand up one after another.

And shortly after the alliance accelerated across the board, the commanders of the leading troops confirmed the signs of decline of the wasteland army—although the deeper the wasteland, the more mutants and synthetic beasts, but on the contrary, these The monster's command and combat awareness are rapidly declining, and the originally well-disciplined and well-tacticed wasteland army began to become more and more chaotic. On most fronts, the aberrants only know how to charge blindly and rely on instinct to attack mobile units, while in a few There were even completely uncontrolled "wild" mutants and synthetic beasts wandering around in the area, which not only relieved the pressure on the frontline troops, but also confirmed the judgment of the commanders and leaders—

Although the soldiers of the Wasteland Legion are unlimited, the commanders behind them are limited. When they all turned around to attack the Deep Blue Well, the "delayed troops" left on the frontal battlefield must be a bunch of mobs.

On Cecil's front line, a dazzling white torrent roared and cut through the sky, leaving a slightly distorted trajectory in the atmosphere that was constantly transpiring due to high heat. The arcane energy directly melted the rock, evaporated the land, and left a series of dark red lava scars on the earth, while those monsters running wild on the earth were all turned into smoke and dust under the white light, leaving no residue .

The arsenal section at both ends of the heavy armored train "Winter General" let out a low roar, and a series of heat dissipation vents were opened under the armor plate, and the alchemy coolant absorbed a large amount of heat in the heat exchange grid of the rainbow generator, and transformed it A steaming white mist gushed out from both sides of this war machine, while the technical sergeants in the arsenal immediately filled the new coolant storage tanks into the slots, and the empty storage tanks were pumped from the end of the compartment. It tumbles down one of the rails and falls into a recycling bin ready to be refilled.

Disposable disposable coolant storage tank, the adoption of this new technology (or new idea) has greatly improved the firing rate and stability of the rainbow cannon mounted on the armored train. The heat dissipation system is maintained by advanced water pumps and piping systems. The new alchemy coolant storage tank has nearly doubled the firing rate of the rainbow cannon, and the space occupied by the entire system is less than one-third of the old pump set—— The extra space is even enough to install two close-in weapon stations and corresponding ammunition depots.

Philip stood in the tactical compartment of the Winter Admiral, watching the scene on the battlefield through different surveillance screens. He saw that the remaining mutants and biochemical synthetic beasts were re-launching the offensive on the plain—if that kind of swarming over If the appearance can also be called "offensive" - ​​the violent bombardment of rainbow cannons and train cannons did not make these ignorant creatures fearful, and without command, they could not find cover at all, Difficult operations such as scattered formations and wave charges, all they can do now is to rush up in a swarm, and then face the baptism of artillery fire.

But the huge number and the attitude of not fearing death will still play some role after all-after the number has been cut by more than half, there are still many monsters rushing to a relatively short distance. At this distance, the rainbow light of the armored train Neither the generator nor the train gun can fire smoothly, and they are powerless against targets within the nearest range of fire.

Therefore, the light infantry guns, grenade launchers, train near-defense guns on the positions, and the purification weapons in the hands of the white knights and armed maidens have come into play.

In the dim light of the sky, the tide of flesh and blood composed of wasteland monsters rushed towards the defense line built by mortals. The close-in defense guns and light orbital accelerators began to roar, and the dense fire line fell into the tide like rain, and after a short delay, it set off a storm. Continuous shock waves and explosion flames, followed by white knights wearing heavy armor. They have strong armor, firm will and excellent shields (as well as the holy light with good special effects), which are enough to resist distortion The weak energy beams and egg-use magic missiles projected by the spell-casting units in the body, and the holy light blaster in their hands are enough to purify all unclean things within a range of two to three hundred meters in a short time.

Immediately afterwards, the armed priestesses also launched an attack on the front line. They used reinforced shields, enthusiasm for the empire, and holy light to create an atmosphere. Combustion system, this burner specially designed for female priests is much lighter than the heavy-duty burners used by the white knights, and the range is relatively short, but it is equipped with a conduit for delivering special combustion agents. The "sacred storage tank" on the back is connected, and the high-efficiency alchemy potion inside can make the flames burn on those profane heresy monsters until all their sins are purified——

Of course, some monsters in the wasteland are extremely resistant to burning, and the sins on their bodies cannot be purified for a while, but this is not a problem. The nuns have already set up heavy combustion towers in the position, and the plasma jets (high-level The spell Balrog's Whip) can burn through even the outer wall of the reinforced concrete bunker.

As stated in the standard military manual of the Empire - the White Knights and the Armed Maidens are excellent medical units. Not only are the means of curing diseases and saving lives never bad, but the means of healing this land are also superb.

The slightly echoing roar of artillery fire inside the armored train was gradually weakening. When the enemy was completely routed, General Winter's close-in defense guns stopped roaring first, and then the infantry guns at several nearby firepower points gradually quieted down. Philip withdrew from the monitor screen. Losing his sight, he turned around and went to the other side of the carriage, opened the armored panel outside the window, and directly observed the situation on the battlefield through his eyes.

The main force of the wasteland entrenched in this area has been wiped out, and now only a few surviving individuals are still staggering and crawling in the sea of ​​flames and bomb craters. Their instincts drive them to continue moving towards the direction of life. Soldiers don’t have to go to the battlefield to clear them. They, they will take the initiative to climb in front of the fire net and be slaughtered—the waste soil army that has lost its command is nothing more than a group of monsters that are not even as good as wild beasts.

Some squirming shadows protruded from the edge of the car window. They were dark brown vines or tentacles. They wandered around on the scorched battlefield, rummaging among the corpses, picking and choosing. Philip saw a As soon as the crawling biochemical beast crawled out of the crater, it was rolled up by one of the tentacles. The ugly monster struggled in the air, screaming loudly, and then was wrapped up by the tentacles and placed on the fire to roast until it was fully cooked before calming down. Then the tentacles rolled up the trophy and quickly returned to the nearby cracks in the ground.

The chewing sound came from the depths of the earth.

But more tentacles found nothing—there were either completely burnt and carbonized wrecks on the battlefield, or "muds" that had been completely blown up and couldn't be put together, or deformed bones that had begun to turn into smoke. Bertila, who had just emerged from the edge of the Black Forest and was already starved of hunger, was not unacceptable to these things, but now that she was not so desperate for biomass, she naturally disliked these "inferior foods".

The tentacles who found nothing gave up foraging on the battlefield, and chose to drill back and continue to gnaw the soil.

The magic net terminal next to it suddenly lit up. Philip turned his head and saw a figure in a green priest's skirt appearing in the projection. Behind this figure was a background formed by a large field of pure white flowers.

"Ms. Bertila," the young Imperial Army Field Marshal nodded to this outstanding lady, "We have cleared this area, and you can extend your follow-up limbs to build a position."

"I'll break the ground after the surface cools down—the spores are already waiting in the soil near you," Bertila nodded and said, but then frowned again, and muttered with some resentment, "Recently, the spores can be eaten on the battlefield. There are fewer and fewer things... Are you a little overdone? Especially today, the fried ones are too shattered."

"This..." Philip didn't expect that the other party would really complain about this, and his expression suddenly became a little embarrassed. "It's actually because the enemy has no tactics after losing command. Those monsters swarmed into the fire blockade, and most of them couldn't wait to get close. The war will be turned into dust by the tank cannon and the rainbow jet, and it is really not easy to preserve relatively intact wreckage under such circumstances..."

"Ah, it's actually okay, I just said it casually," Beltira found that this serious young man was really worried, and couldn't help but waved his hands, "This is a war, I'm not here for a picnic. "

"Thank you for your understanding," Philip said immediately with a serious face, but he still couldn't help asking, "Now it's becoming more and more difficult for you to collect biomass from the wreckage on the battlefield. Is the growth supply in trouble? Do we need to add some additional pipelines and biomass splitting tanks? Now that the railway line is smooth, in terms of material transportation..."

"No, the supply of biomass is very smooth," Bertila interrupted Philip, "The purification device at the rear has been functioning, and now the clouds over the wasteland have become much more normal than before, and I can rely on normal photosynthesis to absorb part of the nutrients, and I've found new sources of nutrients in the ground."

"Underground sources of nutrients?" Philip was a little curious, "You mean..."

"I successfully cut off the root system network of the death of all things in the entire northern region—or, my incompetent compatriots voluntarily gave up these things that they have no control over," Beltera said with a hint of joy in his tone, " Now I'm gnawing on tree roots."

Philip: "...well, as long as you are satisfied..."