Chapter 1897 Chaos

The wedding, which was supposed to be joyful and joyous, turned into a bloody battlefield in the blink of an eye. The Aurora Legion, which had gained a slight advantage, cut off all the wireless communications in the entire city as soon as they made a move, and then used heavy weapons to strike fiercely at the already identified enemy targets.

As the elite infantry of the legion, Raphael is currently commanding a platoon to fight on the front line. Theoretically, both warring parties should have only one division in the city, but the Aurora Legion tried to get an extra reinforcement regiment. What about the Enclave? They encouraged the cooperation of tens of thousands of soldiers and police of the Mormon Church.

Neither of the two sides is a good stubble, they are both veterans of the battlefield who have deployed multiple methods.

After the battle started, Raphael led the team forward from street to house. His task was to cover the flank of an infantry fighting vehicle for a forward assault.

"Bazooka, destroy the window fortification 200 meters away from the front left." Rafael waved his hand and called a fire team from his platoon up.

There is a firepower point on the third floor of a house 200 meters opposite, and there is at least one squad of church police operating heavy machine guns inside. Not everyone in the Mormon Church likes the Aurora Legion, and there are not a few fanatics who are willing to die for America.

Use a squad to attract the enemy's attention, and then use a thermobaric rocket to blast the enemy's firepower. As a grassroots officer with rich practical experience, Raphael is already at his fingertips in playing this kind of trick.

The windows of the enemy's firepower point are bursting with hot flames, and the people inside will definitely not be able to survive. With a wave of his hand, Raphael led his men to leap forward, controlling a street with a wide view.

"The first team went upstairs to seize the commanding heights, and the second team advanced fifty meters to the next block." Raphael ordered loudly.

The EMP electromagnetic bomb is still going off, and the radio is completely useless. The command of the enemy and the enemy has been paralyzed, and now the whole city is in chaos, and the competition is the quality of grassroots officers and non-commissioned officers.

In fact, Rafael has lost contact with the main force right now, and he doesn't even know where his superior is. The order he received before the war was—to fight wherever there is gunfire.

The only thing that can give Raphael a sense of security now is the infantry fighting vehicle on the next street. However, the city's combat buildings were too much to block, and the two troops who were often separated by more than ten or twenty meters could not coordinate at all, which was terrible.

The third squad went to help the infantry fighting vehicle, but the advancing second squad was quickly beaten back. The second squad leader reported that there was a temporary firepower point built by the enemy on the opposite side, and they could not get through.

On the battlefield where the guns were firing, Raphael, who was hiding behind a bunker, had to shout loudly: "Let the infantry fighting vehicles come to help."

But the third squad that was in charge of contacting the infantry fighting vehicle never returned. Rafael only heard the cannon of the infantry fighting vehicle keep ringing, but he didn't know what was going on on the other side of the street?

If it was any other unit, it would probably wait for the infantry fighting vehicles to come over before acting, but as an elite Raphael could take the initiative to think of a way.

Detours are the key in urban warfare, looking for the enemy's weak link to insert - either catch the opponent by surprise, or fall into the enemy's siege. This is a test of the commander's ability.

Before Rafael's men could leave, a tank unexpectedly rushed out from behind the street. The enemy's barricade firepower was stabbed in the butt and collapsed instantly.

The tank didn't have time to fire, so it crashed into the barricade. In the dust flying all over the sky, several enemy soldiers who were unable to dodge were crushed to death by tanks.

Only then did Rafael's platoon advance fifty meters out of breath with the equipment. When he came up to clear away the remnants of the running around, he found that the commanding tank turned out to be Papa Julio wearing an army helmet.

Papa Julio's half body was exposed outside the turret, and his prestige was majestic, but Rafael opened his mouth and cursed: "Father, we infantry wish we could wear a tortoise shell on our body. If you have a tortoise shell but don't use it, you won't be afraid of being killed." Killed by a stray bullet?"

The white-haired old Julio on the turret yelled: "I don't know how to use electronic maps, and I don't know where other tanks go when I run. But I caught a big fish, you follow me.

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big fish? What kind of big fish?

Raphael soon knew why Papa Julio ran out from behind the enemy, because he didn't catch any big fish at all, he clearly killed a big crocodile.

Due to the interruption of radio communication and the complicated environment of urban warfare, Papa Julio lost touch with the troops. He rushed and ran around, and with his super powerful combat power, he found David Lawrence's headquarters.

Theoretically speaking, David Lawrence's headquarters should not be on the battlefield, but should be at least ten or even hundreds of kilometers behind the battlefield. But the particularity of this wedding made it impossible for David Lawrence to travel more than ten kilometers away.

No one expected that within half an hour of the battle, the tank commanded by Papa Julio would approach David Lawrence's command post. His Excellency President Enclave's armored guards immediately exploded - on the one hand, they wanted to send people to drive away the old man, and on the other hand, they wanted to force David Lawrence to evacuate.

No one would have thought that Papa Julio would not be able to drive him away no matter what, relying on his VT-5's good maneuverability and fast running speed. If the radio hadn't been interrupted and the battlefield was in chaos, Dad could quickly change the situation by calling for heavy artillery.

However, there were no ifs in the war, and Papa Julio didn't even know who he was targeting. He only knew that there was a rather powerful armored force trying to withdraw from the battlefield. When the old man saw Rafael's row, he was overjoyed and shouted, "Come on, come with me, let's go eat meat."

Dad was actually very distressed by the fact that his tank was running around in the city, so he wanted to find infantry to be his eyes and ears. Otherwise, he would rush into the enemy's encirclement without knowing it.

Raphael was happy to agree, but he regretted it not long after - his infantry fighting vehicle was fighting in the next street in full swing, but after the enemy's 'big fish' entered the field, the infantry fighting vehicle was on the scene. There was no sound in the loud noise of shelling.

The sound of tank guns is really special. When this kind of high-pressure gun fires, it is often earth-shattering. If it is too close, it can shock people to death. Raphael's face turned pale when he heard several cannon shots in succession. He has only one infantry platoon, and one squad is missing.

But Papa Julio was very excited when he heard the voice, "This is M1A3, I knew I didn't lose it."

Hearing 'M1A3', Raphael's face turned even paler. Standing in the rubble of a dilapidated street, he looked up at the cheerful Papa Julio on the VT-5 turret and cursed: "Papa, you are crazy, you are a light tank, and the ones nearby are heavy tanks. You can't even penetrate the frontal armor of others."

"Don't talk nonsense, I can wear the side armor of 'Abrams'." Papa Julio didn't care at all. Seeing that Rafael was not happy, he still shouted with a straight face: "My rank is higher than yours, you have to obey orders. Come on, fight tanks with me."

Rafael could say nothing, so he could only bite the bullet and follow suit. Daddy Julio is very ghostly, so he didn't use his VT-5 to head-on the M1A3, but hid aside and let Raphael lure the enemy, "Go to the street to see the situation, it's best to attract some A tank comes and I hit it from behind."

It's really bad luck in eight lifetimes!

Raphael really didn't want to be this bait. You must know that if the infantry does not have a preset ambush, the tank really has no advantage, and the active attack is no different from courting death. The losses of tanks in street battles in the past were all caused by lack of training and recklessness of tank troops.

The king of land warfare is not so easy to deal with!