Chapter 1661 Excitement

Cortazar, a small town on the left flank of Querétaro's defense line, is less than ten kilometers away from the main battlefield of Celaya, which is currently being ravaged by artillery fire and tanks. More than 5,000 officers, soldiers and equipment of the Second Guards Brigade of the Aurora Legion gathered here in camouflage nets.

The Second Guards Brigade is a fully mechanized force formed by Zhou Qingfeng, and brigade commander Rom is his old subordinate. The backbone of the whole brigade was the whites rescued from Baltimore at the beginning, and later supplemented with a large number of selected Cuban elites, who were the first-class main force of the legion.

Zhou Qingfeng's 'hero' attribute guaranteed the loyalty of this brigade. The first guard brigade, the second brigade, and the third brigade that was being formed were the strongest guarantee for him to run amok in the wasteland.

A legend among the armored units of the Legion, Papa Julio maneuvered into position with his tank company. The radios were kept silent, the engines were kept on, and the brigade was ready for battle.

It's just that after the Second Guards Brigade was in place, they never received an order to attack. They let the front line be killed and killed. The battle situation was chaotic, and they just didn't move. Papa Julio stood on the turret of his '59' tank and looked at it. Celaya in the distance was bombed like a city of hell.

The tragedy of this battle has exceeded the imagination of many people.

"Dad, look." The gunner in the crew shouted.

On the road from Cortazar to Celaya, a convoy is advancing at high speed. Three to four hundred old-fashioned Dongfeng trucks passed in front of the Second Guards Brigade, and the traffic controllers on the road were responsible for guiding the convoy to Celaya, which was under heavy fire.

Since the long-range artillery of the "Mo Tongzhen" blocked Celaya's external highway, the convoy could only drive through the field. A truck towing artillery was stuck in the cornfield, and the artillerymen on the truck hurried down to push the cart.

"Go and help," Papa Julio ordered. One of his tanks drove out, and the steel cable tied the truck that towed the gun out of the pit. 【】

Waiting for the convoy to continue galloping towards the battlefield, the returning tankers reported to Dad: "They said they were the third regiment supplemented by the Mexican government army, and they were ordered to join the second infantry division stationed on the front line of Celaya. "

"It's another regiment." Looking at the forward-moving convoy, Father Julio sighed. In just one hour after he arrived at the assembly point, two supplementary regiments had already filled Celaya's battlefield meat grinder.

Judging from the current artillery bombardment situation, Celaya's outer defense line has all been lost. The enemy's armored forces broke through multiple points, and with the assistance of engineering vehicles, they broke through several anti-tank trenches in a row and entered the core fortress area of ​​the city.

The situation in the core fortress area is also not good. The laser-guided bombs dropped by the enemy air force destroyed several important firepower support points and interfered with the command and communication system of the defenders. The defenders can only fight on their own, fighting very hard.

The tragedy of this battle has surpassed all that Papa Julio had experienced in the past. The 10,000 soldiers of the Second Infantry Division in the city are almost exhausted, and now two supplementary regiments have been added. The supplementary group has a large establishment of 3,000 people, and it adds up to 6,000 people.

And it seems that two supplementary regiments are not enough.

The long-range artillery of the 'Mexico Unity Formation' has begun to extend its fire, preventing the legion from continuing to send reinforcements to the Celaya front. It is difficult for the supplementary regiment to cross the line of fire and enter the city to fight in the streets. Many companies have to die half of their troops before joining the battle.

Seeing the heavy casualties on the front line, the tankers, including Papa Julio, were terrified. They understand that if they don't go into battle right away, they have to wait for the enemy to show fatigue before attacking. Otherwise, no matter how tough their entire brigade is, their equipment will lag behind the enemy by a generation or two, and they will be abused if they go out.

But seeing one army after another being consumed like numbers on the front line, anyone would feel a little bit cold.

"Dad, look." Another tank pointed at the flames that suddenly appeared more than ten kilometers away behind Celaya and shouted.

Father Julio raised his binoculars and looked at it for a few seconds, then sighed: "It's the artillery regiment coming up from the rear to support them. They should be intercepting the enemy's follow-up troops entering the front line. But they fired like this..."

The second infantry division defending the city was assigned a battalion of large-caliber howitzers,

But this battalion was located by the enemy's long-range artillery group shortly after the start of the battle, and it was completely wiped out when it was covered by a single firepower. And it should be the independent artillery regiment of the government army that is just in place to fire now.

Under the guidance of the artillery observation post in front, the thunderous artillery fire shook the night sky, and the rumbling artillery shells stopped the enemy's sharp and unstoppable armored offensive. However, the range of the old-fashioned howitzers was not enough, which caused the entire independent artillery regiment to fire close to the front line.

"Take a few shots and run away, don't stay where you are."

"The enemy's digital artillery reacts in seconds. Why don't these idiots run away?"

"Perhaps they were out of range of the enemy's howitzers."

"The enemy still has long-range rockets. Once a cluster bomb comes over, half of the artillery regiment will be finished."

Listening to the discussions of his tankers, Papa Julio was also nervous. He has seen too many scenes of being shot and wiped out, and he really hopes that his people can become smarter and more agile. Otherwise, it would be too miserable to consume a cannon group in vain.

"Look, another artillery group, another artillery regiment has arrived on the battlefield and opened fire."

"They were shooting alternately, one shot and ran, and the other shot."

"The third artillery group appeared. My God, this momentum is really amazing. Wow..., I don't think I will forget this day in my life."

"The enemy's rockets are coming, and the reaction is too fast. The enemy's artillery fire has covered the position of the first artillery group, and I don't know if they have escaped."

"Our artillery gap is too great. The 'Mo Tongzhen' has the support of the Enclave, and their artillery is much better than ours."

Seeing the rockets falling from the sky, the excitement of many tankers immediately turned to worry. In today's battle, the enemy's long-range artillery was extremely powerful, and almost all firepower points were knocked out under their precise strikes.

They were able to hit accurately, hit far, and react very quickly. If it weren't for the excellent performance of the enemy's artillery, more than 100 tanks and more than 300 armored vehicles would not be able to break through the Celaya defense line.

Watching the enemy's rockets cover the position of the first artillery group, all the tank crews below Papa Julio fell into a deep silence. Everyone stared in the direction of the gun group, hoping to see the muzzle flames of its firing again.

After waiting for a long time, the tankers did not wait for the first artillery group to fire again. Instead, the enemy rockets began to bombard the second and third artillery groups that appeared. For a while, our own artillery fire collectively misfired.

Through the thick night, there was no sound. Many tankers were weeping and sobbing. The constant loss made people feel like a mountain was pressing down on their hearts, and they couldn't breathe heavily. Is it meaningful to fight to the death like this?

At this time, an order from the superior suddenly came from the radio station—start, target Celaya, and hunt down the enemy armored forces in the city.

Hearing this order, even Papa Julio, a veteran in the battlefield, was taken aback. The enemy is at the most arrogant and powerful moment, but the superior gives an attack order-this is because the front line can't stand it, and does it need the flesh and blood of the main force to fill it?

Military orders are like mountains, whether they understand it or not, whether they are correct or not, soldiers must implement them.

"You bastards, come with me. Let you see how powerful I am." The order was issued, and as the vanguard of the whole brigade, Papa Julio had to rush to the forefront. After saying this, the old man whispered to the hell named 'Zelaya': "It seems that I will be buried here."

But before Dad could say a word, there was a sudden hum of propeller vibration in the sky. The officers and soldiers of the entire armored brigade looked up, and someone guessed: "Those cowards in the Air Force have been hiding for a whole day, and finally came out to support us?"

The buzzing sound in the sky sounded like there were hundreds of them, but they did not stop at Celaya, but continued to move forward, forward, forward.

"It's the attack aircraft modified by the Air Force. They have good low-altitude performance. The target is..., the long-range artillery behind the enemy." Father Julio suddenly shouted excitedly: "The Air Force is going to desperately, and we are also going to the air force." Well, don’t let those birdmen die in vain.”

With the support of the air force, the morale of the whole brigade was greatly improved immediately. One tank after another closed the hatches of their turrets, and the rumbling engines drove dozens of tons of chariots towards the battlefield.

And just after the Second Guards Brigade launched a fearless attack, the three artillery groups that had just been covered by enemy rockets fired again. The sound of their once silent cannons became less and less, and the position of the bombardment position also changed, but the decisiveness of the artillery fire was as firm and courageous as the fired shells.

At the same time, dozens of dazzling fireworks appeared in the sky. They swoop down at a high speed of several Machs, and the most violent 'meteor' strikes. .

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