Chapter 169 The Battle of Somerone (Part 1)

"Aros, you lead 247 machine gunners, 29 looters, 28 firemen, and 28 nurses. From here, go west and go around to the flank of 'Someron'. Use the sound of artillery as a signal for action, and implement attack."

"Hausen, you lead the train squadron, head east from here, and detour to the flank of the air force base. You also use the sound of artillery as a signal. After I smash the fortifications of the base, you lead the convoy into the tarmac and attack those fighters who have not taken off in time. strike."

"clear."

"Understood." The two agreed, and each led the troops down.

On the other side, Widow Lei has sneaked to the outskirts of the base, enveloping the entire air force base in a ring formation.

Time passed by, and the "ready" communications from Howson and Aros came one after another. Tang Fang finally glanced in the direction of the air force base, turned around and got into a siege tank.

"呲...Kaka." Following a blast of air and the sound of gold and iron, the support arms of the two wings of the siege tank stretched out and were firmly inserted into the ice layer. When the double-tube plasma turret rotated, the barrel cracked and slid, and reorganized into a door. Plasma concussion cannon, designated far north.

After choosing a watchtower at random, Tang Fang put his hand on the joystick, slid the safety bolt, and dropped his thumb.

"Hey, hey." The muzzle of the gun was surrounded by thunder, and the plasma was wrapped in a force field, accelerating and accelerating under the action of the magnetic track charge.

Finally, the plasma cluster at nearly the speed of light broke through the constraints of the magnetic orbit, and flew straight to the north sky like a meteor with its tail flame.

"Hey..." The electromagnetic noise was loud, and forty siege tanks were lined up on the snowy field, and dazzling plasma balls flew out one after another from the muzzle that was shining with thunder.

The entire night sky is like a meteor shower, and the flames are flying across the sky, so beautiful and gorgeous.

Beautiful things are often highly poisonous, just like these plasma balls, under their beautiful appearance is the explosive plasma that contains infinite heat, and they are far hotter than raging flames. wild.

When most of the soldiers in the air force base were immersed in the boundless reverie of the scene in front of them, the beautiful object like an aurora landed on the top of a watchtower with a "boom", and large groups of golden fluid flowed out like vigorous waves. The spring sprinkled pieces of fire rain on the surrounding hundreds of meters.

"Clatter... ah... ah..." The building collapsed and the heart-piercing screams resounded throughout the base. The attack alarm was sounded, and the flickering warning lights lit up the entire night sky.

"Woo... woo... Boom,

Boom, boom..." The sobbing and explosion of the plasma ball piercing the sky awakened all the soldiers from their dreams.

The watchtowers are like burnt candles. The outer armor melts rapidly, the main structure deforms, and finally collapses, smashing countless equipment, vehicles, and even fighter jets.

The fate of some radar stations was even more dire, with hot plasma eating away at the antennas. Melting the skylight is like pouring sauce into a bowl, and burning the staff inside who can't get away into a foul-smelling coke.

The various turrets and missile systems around the air force base are constantly rotating, the ammunition has been loaded, and the missiles are ready. However, before locating the target position, they were blasted into waste residue by plasma balls one by one.

Chaos, like a plague, swept across the entire air force base and along the "Someron" line in an instant. Continuous explosions sounded, and the hot plasma burned steel, ignited oil trucks, fuel depots, planes, and houses...

Several kilometers of area turned into a sea of ​​flames. The screams of the soldiers, the shrieking sirens and the deafening explosions, like a song from hell, lingered under the Antarctic night sky.

Billowing gunpowder smoke rose into the sky under the extreme wind, and the pungent smoke enveloped the entire base. The steel fragments splashed all over the sky and the thrown gravel were like bullets, falling on the concrete floor and wiping out sparks.

"Boom..." accompanied by a roar. Five "Nighthawk" fighters flew into the sky and headed towards the place where the plasma ball flew. This is the countermeasure made by the base's emergency command team.

"Nighthawk" has the ability to fight in low-light environments, and is the most suitable counterattack force at this time.

Isn't the rebel army already in a precarious and precarious situation? Why was the air base in Antarctica suddenly attacked? Soldiers don't understand. Pilots don't understand, even the commander-in-chief of the base, Brigadier General Mitchelson Bush, doesn't understand.

All they can do right now is to find out the reality of the enemy, and then adapt to the situation, relying on the strong military reserves of the base to fight a tough battle with the enemy.

Michelson didn't think he would be defeated. Compared with the well-equipped government army, the rebel army was just a bunch of bumpkins and old hats. As long as they figure out their strength and movement, the ready-to-go fighter clusters in the base will give them a taste of their brains blooming.

The damn reptiles dared to bring the flames of war to his doorstep, Mitchelson Bush. Then, the despicable reptiles are ready to meet the flames of divine punishment.

The flames came, like a punishment from heaven!

However, it was not he who was guided by Mitchelson Bush, but from the southern sky.

A group of dazzling flashes swept across most of the southern sky like monstrous waves, and the red haze dyed the thousands of miles of snow red. The wind was howling, the flames were like dragons, and the sun-like brilliance illuminated the entire Antarctic night sky for a while.

"Nuclear...nuclear bomb..." Michelson stood in the command room at the rear of the base, his eyes dull and dazed.

"呵..." There was a burst of electronic busy tone from the communication channel connected to "Nighthawk", and some sensitive electronic equipment was overloaded by electromagnetic pulses and fell into a paralyzed state.

"He... How many people are there?" Everyone in the command room looked at each other in blank dismay.

Who is the enemy? Is it the Garcia Rebels or something else? Plasma cannons, and... nuclear bombs, how could those country bumpkins have such high-tech weapons, who are they? Who is the enemy?

"Su... Sulu Empire, it's the Sulu Empire that's coming. It must be... It must be the warships of the Sulu Empire." A female officer on the verge of collapse cried.

"Yes, yes, only the Sulu Empire, and only the fleet of the Sulu Empire has such powerful firepower."

"..."

Fear was growing in everyone's hearts, even Mitchelson was beating drums in his heart. Although he didn't believe that the Sulu Empire did it, who else besides the Sulu Empire? Who else can penetrate the defense of the air force base so easily?

"Don't be noisy, don't be chaotic, hold your ground, hold your ground." As the commander-in-chief of the base, everyone can panic, but he can't panic. "Order to clear the airport runway as soon as possible, and evacuate all fighter planes to the hangar. There is also 'Someron', to seal up all products, lower the factory area, and transfer the operation line to the ground...Quickly."

"General." Just as Michelson directed the emergency team to transfer important equipment, the intelligence officer suddenly pointed to the central screen: "He...they came in."

"Huh?" Everyone turned their heads and looked at the wall that had been blasted into a pile of rubble by the plasma ball. Several light off-road vehicles that had never been seen before crossed the wall and pulled scratches on the ground. Drifting, rushed to the fighter planes on the tarmac that were preparing to evacuate with a "woo", and then used the powerful flamethrower on the roof to paint the fighter planes into groups of crimson red.

"Ah, ah, ah..." There were bursts of screams, which were the mournful wailing of the pilots and pilots. Lie Yan (raging flames) tore at their bodies like a vicious dog throwing down its prey.

40, a total of 40 flame chariots, high speed, flexible, stable, powerful, and wide damage range. They are like a group of wolves in the snow field who have slaughtered their flocks, leaving patches of wildfire purgatory wherever they pass.

"Boom, boom, boom..." One aircraft after another caught fire and exploded. From drones, to fighter jets, armed helicopters, and even big strategic bombers, if you look down from a high altitude, the entire airport runway is like a torch lit, with flames "beeping" and thick smoke billowing.

The explosions in the fortification zone have never stopped. Every round of bombardment by the siege tanks will leave a piece of flying stars like fireworks on the air force base and the "Someron" factory area. Dazzling and magnificent, but terrifying and terrifying.

"Mitchelson, hurry up, send someone over for reinforcements, the enemy...the enemy is coming in." A light flashed on the communication screen, and Sassoon Leonard, the person in charge of the "Someron" company, said anxiously.

While he was speaking, the intelligence personnel next to him transferred a video file to the attached monitor. The situation in the "Someron" factory area was even worse than that of the air force base. The flames and the light of the explosion almost formed a torrent of waves, raging across the ground of the factory building.

The flashes of guns and guns were connected together, and there were figures leaping vertically between the gaps in the buildings. Some guys with a width of one meter and a height of nearly 3 meters leaned a large number of grenades in the middle of the factory building, and some guys with thin bodies They only look for trouble with the security personnel. Every time a gun is fired, every time a silver light flashes, a soldier will groan and fall to the ground.

Mitchelson also saw a group of flying soldiers, like owls under the night. They have an extremely ugly face, so ugly that they will wake up in a dream if they look at it.

Of course, the destructive capabilities of these three types of soldiers are limited, and they cannot cause heavy damage to the factory area stretching for several kilometers for a while. What really makes Michelson feel powerless are the guys with flamethrowers at both ends of their arms.

More than 20 meters of flame range, ultra-high temperature plasma plasma. Steel melted quickly in front of them, organic materials burned in front of them, pipelines and equipment burst in front of them...

They are the darlings of a group of flames, oh no, a group of flame madmen from hell, the kings of destruction.

On the Asura Field, where the flames and gunpowder smoke blend, there are also a group of white hell angels, they are wearing sexy power armor, wearing carved helmets, and have beautiful faces. Like angels, they cast a holy beam of healing light.

oh my god! But... But they are obviously healing a group of demons, a group of purgatory demons who brought the flames of war to the world.