Chapter 1844: Before Victory

The heart of the Baath Party headquarters, the San Antonio Museum of Art.

An M1A3 with a broken track was stuck between two tall buildings, and the fierce firepower made Sun Shaoyang, who attacked here, complain endlessly. At this moment, he was lying behind a pile of building ruins and shouting loudly into the individual radio station, seeking support.

Amidst the rumbling cannons, Sun Shaoyang's entire mechanized infantry squad could not move an inch. The surrounding area of ​​the building ruins they were in was open and unobstructed. If they wanted to run, they would risk being bombarded to death by the tank opposite them. Now the enemy can't move, they dare not move.

At this moment, the battlefield with bullets flying everywhere fell into a stalemate. After the first wave of laser-guided bombs and shells landed, the smoke that rose up prevented the follow-up precision firepower from continuing to strike. Several Qiang-5 planes in the sky have been flying around this killing field for a long time, and they can't find a gap to drop bombs.

After Zhou Qingfeng issued the declaration of war, the attack speed and posture of the Aurora Legion were quite fast and powerful. Several Guards brigades and Mexican motorized infantry divisions arrived on the battlefield as planned to attack, and the Baathist troops either surrendered or withdrew.

But there are always a few hard bones to chew on when multiple important sites in San Antonio are taken one by one. After the airport, which was an important position of the SS, was captured, the City Museum of Art, the central control residence of Dr. Osborn, became the final battleground.

Since the threat of the Aurora Legion has increased day by day, the Ba'ath Party has begun to strengthen its defenses, and the museum, where the party leader is located, is the focus of strengthening. There are so many strong fortifications here that the third Guards Brigade launched an attack for half an hour to no avail. The commander immediately asked the frontline troops to withdraw first.

"It's really unlucky for meow. If I could withdraw, I would have withdrawn a long time ago. Isn't it impossible to withdraw now?" Sun Shaoyang yelled at the individual radio station for a long time, only to find that the contact with the battlefield was suddenly interrupted. The radio appears to be jammed and no one can be reached.

Sun Shaoyang is now behind the ruins, the cat doesn't even dare to lift his head, because the 'Broken Leg' M1A3 on the opposite side is aiming at his direction - the tank gun is no different from ordinary firearms, if it feels the need to fire, it can hit the enemy with one shot. Through this pile of ruins where he is.

At that time, there is no need for a direct hit at all, and the various fragments of Beng Fei alone can kill everyone in Sun Shaoyang's class. In fact, he had already suffered from this. The bodies of three soldiers in the squad were lying less than twenty meters away from him.

Three T-45Ds fell to the ground like broken toys, various parts were violently unscrewed, and blood flowed out from the gaps and openings in the individual armor. Inside the armor are all Sun Shaoyang's brothers who get along day and night, including his deputy squad leader.

"Damn it! This will call God, God should not." Sun Shaoyang had no time to grieve, he crawled and crawled, wanting to detour in another direction. Now the other comrades who were attacking together retreated to recuperate, and he didn't want to rush up to be a hero, so now he had to find a way to bring the remaining brothers back alive.

"Squad leader, the enemy seems to be breaking through." The guard on the other side reported.

Most of the buildings on the battlefield were damaged, and the roads were either potholed or piled with ruins. Sun Shaoyang looked in another direction, and saw at least a hundred enemies running out of the smoky ruins.

Those were the SS of the Baath Party, Osborne's fanatical supporters, and they were said to be third- or fourth-generation mutants who had been drugged. They are strong, durable, determined, very sharp and extremely difficult to deal with.

"Brothers, we are afraid that we will be here today." Sun Shaoyang wanted to withdraw, but his escape route was stared at by the 'broken leg' M1A3. People waited for him to show up, so that he could be bombarded to death.

On the other side of the street was parked a flaming heavy infantry fighting vehicle, the old '59' site, equipped with a short-barreled low-pressure howitzer. Sun Shaoyang's whole squad carried this chariot to attack the enemy, and they hit the iron plate.

When the enemy and the enemy met on the battlefield, this infantry fighting vehicle interrupted the track of the M1A3 with a single shot, and then it was blown up by the opponent's counterattack.

Sun Shaoyang had just led the team out of the car at that time,

He still remembers the fear of the commander on the chariot when he suddenly bumped into M1A3... and the courage to die with the enemy.

"Fuck, our squad has fought so many times, and we have never suffered such a large number of casualties." Sun Shaoyang cursed viciously. He had already exchanged fire with the encircling enemy infantry. There was also the rumbling sound of the tracks of armored vehicles on the opposite side. It seemed that the enemy was indeed trying to break out.

The booming guns quickly attracted the attention of the 'Broken Leg' M1A3, and the other side simply fired at the ruins where Sun Shaoyang was. The infantry buried it—without warning, it was over.

"Fuck, is this father going to die before victory?"

The few remaining soldiers had no choice but to shoot desperately. On the other hand, Sun Shaoyang calculated that it would take a few seconds for the M1A3 to reload. He gritted his teeth and called the last few of his men to charge, and quickly ran out of the bunker where he was, and crashed into the SS soldiers who were surrounding him.

Anyway, they are going to die, killing one is not a loss, killing two is profitable. If you are lucky, you can't say that you can beat the enemy back.

This idea stimulated Sun Shaoyang to fight desperately, but just as he rushed out, he was severely injured—it was the M1A3 with the 'broken leg' again, and the automatic weapon station on its turret locked him easily.

A string of heavy machine gun bullets flew over, directly knocking down Sun Shaoyang who was running. One of his thighs was hit, and the forward momentum was forcibly terminated. The entire T-45D crashed into the ground with a bang, and slid out a long distance.

Pain, severe pain, so painful that people want to faint but can't pass out, they can only scream miserably. Sun Shaoyang subconsciously wanted to hug his thigh, but found nothing with his hand down, "My leg, my leg...."

Sun Shaoyang's thighs and armor were broken, his flesh was torn, his bones were exposed, and his blood was pouring out. The power of the .50 heavy machine gun was so terrifying. The blood that flowed out dragged a long trail on the ground, quickly mixed with the sand on the ground and soaked, and was covered by more dust.

Sun Shaoyang was still yelling, the T-45D's life support system detected his injury, and immediately gave him treatment injections to stop bleeding and tranquilizers to stabilize his emotions. In fact, when a large dose of sedatives entered his body, his mind quickly became numb, and his thinking could not keep up with the external situation.

Sun Shaoyang fell to the ground and saw SS soldiers rushing over him one after another. After he fell to the ground, the few remaining soldiers in the squad were still resisting behind the pile of ruins just now, but the enemy's superiority in numbers quickly overwhelmed them, and they fell silent within a minute or two.

After the breakthrough channel was cleared, a large number of Ba'ath Party officials in the core position immediately rushed out under the protection of the SS. Armored vehicles swarmed out with armed men, and fled in all directions.

Sun Shaoyang, who fell to the ground, vaguely saw a fat man with a strange complexion appearing on an armored vehicle. The guy looked around the shattered battlefield bitterly, and even took out his pistol to shoot at the wreckage of several T-45Ds as if venting his anger. A group of people protected and fled quickly.

Sun Shaoyang couldn't stop all of this. He could only fall to the ground in a daze, the escaping SS broke through in a hurry, and was not interested in his broken leg 'corpse', and ignored him.

In the end, the hatch of the M1A3 with the same 'broken leg' suddenly opened, and several crew members jumped out of it, and ran with the SS soldiers in the rear. And seeing these guys appear, Sun Shaoyang, whose head was numb, finally hated—you fucking want to run too?

Our infantry fighting vehicles were smashed by you.

My entire squad died at your hands.

I also have to give an account of my life.

I will never let you go even if I die!

The three members of the M1A3 crew on the opposite side were running forward in a panic. Behind them, a T-45D heavy machine gun raised its muzzle and emptied an entire magazine.

Sun Shaoyang's eyes were already blurred, he seemed to see some blood fog appearing, but he couldn't confirm the result of the battle. The eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, he told himself that he couldn't close his eyes, and that would be the end of it. But my body couldn't hold on, and my eyes finally turned black...