Chapter 297 Counterattack (3)

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In the eyes of other tank soldiers, being able to drive a "double-headed rhinoceros" is naturally something to be happy about. But in fact, neither the commander nor the gunner who took care of the fire control system thought it was something to show off. In their view, the military engineers simply had nothing to do to create such a heavy tank. It's okay not to fight, but once there is a war, there is no doubt that the "two-headed rhino" will definitely be the focus of the opponent's care. If one cannon can't penetrate it, what about ten or a hundred cannons?

Also, it's not a good thing to be on duty under the eyes of the brigade commander. They are combatants, not orderlies. The battle is won, and the credit goes to the assault troops, the commander. If the battle is defeated, it will inevitably become the target of the Brigadier's fire. It can be said that grandma doesn't love her and uncle doesn't love her.

"What about the missiles?" Longfellow yelled, scratching his neck.

"The infrared radiation level of enemy locomotives is even lower than that of our saber-toothed tigers. As for laser guidance, it is not applicable in such a close combat environment."

"Damn it! Damn it!" Longfellow jumped up and down. Missiles and artillery cannot be used, small-caliber guns do not respond, and large-caliber machine guns cannot catch up with the speed of the enemy. One person, one armed locomotive, even played around with his entire armored brigade. This matter should be passed back to the division headquarters. How could Longfellow have the face to face others in the future? He might as well take out the paladin m5 on his waist, open his mouth, wrap his tongue around it, and make a bang, and feed himself.

If there is anything that can pose a threat to the enemy's ultra-high-speed armored locomotives, it is the nimble air units such as gunships and combat shuttles. It is true that the 288th Division has an aviation combat group, but they are stationed in the area further north of the long-range firepower point. To obtain air fire support, they must contact the division air force command center.

Nearly 100 kilometers to the north of the research institute is covered by strong electromagnetic interference, and they want to communicate through wireless devices. It was nothing short of a dream. Today's Longfellow can only hope that the laser communication satellite will be in place as soon as possible, so that he can call for the support of the armed helicopter and send that nasty guy to hell.

Perhaps it was Longfellow's prayers that helped. When Aros massacred the infantry of the government army, there was a roar of turbine engines in the northern sky.

Five "Drug Weasel" class armed helicopters came quickly from the northeast. The sun's rays reflected on the glass windows of the cockpit, dazzling glare.

The Weasel is a true attack aircraft capable of providing long-range strikes against armored vehicles and infantry fire support missions. The foldable turbofans above the two wings of the fuselage can provide powerful power and stability for the fuselage. There are several honeycomb rocket launchers and 2x4 air-to-ground dual-purpose missiles under the wings. In addition, there is a 30mm caliber cannon on each of the pair of wings under the nose. Using the optical sight and data link system on the fuselage, it can not only effectively fight against armored vehicles and infantry on the ground.

It can also launch out-of-sight strikes against distant air targets. "Empty... Air reinforcements are coming?" Longfellow stammered. The Weasel came so timely that it was a timely help, and Longfellow thought he should thank God.

In fact, as early as when the ammunition supply vehicle was bombed and ignited raging fire, the aviation combat group in the north had already taken action. Electronic interference and attacks on long-range fire positions all indicate that this is an organized and planned decapitation operation. The commander of the Aviation Combat Regiment of the 288th Division is not a sack, and immediately dispatched four "Poison Weasel" armed helicopter air support units to deal with the current emergency.

Because of the bushes and the wreckage of the armored vehicle, it is difficult for ground weapons to pose a threat to the vulture tank. But it's different in the air. The caliber cannon under the control of the helicopter pilot forced Aros to gradually stay away from the infantry formation of the tank brigade.

at the same time. Under the command of Longfellow, the "One Horned Rhino" tanks on the two wings also began to shrink the defense line, protecting the light units in the center, and cooperated with the "Poison Weasel" in the air to launch intensive shelling on the vulture chariot.

As time went by, the situation of the veterans became worse and worse, but the armored brigade side was greatly encouraged. Longfellow's clamor echoed over the battlefield: "Bomb him, blow his head off, and don't leave anyone alive. Captives are needed."

The gunners in the tanks pulled the trigger hard. The Weasel pilots fired back and forth as they fired. Slowly unfold the formation, forcing Aros into the center of fire.

Longfellow seemed to see the vulture chariot being shot and rolling. It was like hearing the driver's wailing. Through the car TV of the "Double-headed Rhinoceros", he kept a close eye on the veteran, for fear of missing a minute. The good show is about to begin, and the excitement is just around the corner!

Finally, Aros stopped shooting, but...he didn't run away, nor did he raise his hands to surrender, but raised his pistol and fired a burst of red tracer bullets into the sky.

When the tracer bomb exploded into a circle of fireworks in the sky with thick white smoke, Longfellow was stunned for a moment, "What is this guy doing? Calling for reinforcements? Facing the crazy bombardment of 5 'Drug Weasels' As well as the 'One Horned Rhinoceros' tank group, it would be difficult to do anything without brigade-level ground forces. The intelligence department of the military region said that the enemy of the research institute is at most some mechanized infantry plus a few mobile vehicles, that's all. Troops, what reinforcements are you talking about?"

Facts have proved that Longfellow was cheated, and he was really cheated by the intelligence department of his own army. Those fools said that the enemy is just a group of two-legged mechanized soldiers, but what is that thing roaring from the sky with a pair of wings sticking out of its ribs?

Woo...

A huge and ear-piercing sharp sonic boom came from the southern sky, and three small black dots expanded rapidly one front, two back, and then Longfellow saw five smoke dragons flying by, coming straight to the north from the distant sky, like leaving a string The arrows hit one of the five "Drug Weasel" gunships that were driving the Vulture Chariot into a desperate situation.

Clouds of flames erupted in the air, and the powerful destructive force of the mt50 Lanzel missile tore apart the composite armor of the helicopter. The "Drug Weasel" helicopter fell directly from the sky with raging flames, like a long insect cut in half.

The strong wind brought by the turbines blew the vegetation upside down, and the huge momentum generated by the falling wreckage of the fuselage pushed out a long trench on the ground. 5 "Poison Weasels", facing the fighter planes attacking from far away, did not even have time to react. It was blown into a pile of broken copper and iron, which fell to the ground and burned miserably.

Woo...

Like the whimper of the north wind, the Viking fighter turned around and went away. And Aros also took advantage of this opportunity to turn around and gallop southward roaring all the way.

The sound of gunfire stopped for about 4 or 5 seconds. Longfellow came back to his senses just now, looking at the silver dragon riding away in the dust, he gritted his teeth secretly: "Chasing! Chase me!"

Electromagnetic interference interrupted communication, and the enemy's ultra-long-range artillery took out the long-range firepower. The operation of knocking the mountain and shaking the tiger has failed. If you stand still, the enemy's long-range artillery fire will fall on the head of the armored brigade sooner or later. There are only two paths before Longfellow, advance or retreat!

The armored brigade has a total of 2 battalions of more than 900 mechanized infantry. In the exchange of fire just now, more than 150 people were killed by the opponent alone. In addition to these. There are more than a dozen light armored vehicles. This is definitely a shame. If he can't pay off his merits and destroy the enemy's long-range firepower, then his military career at Longfellow will be over.

Therefore, he has no choice but to attack! attack!

The vanguard tank companies that Aros put together had already held their breath, and after receiving the order, each of them mustered their strength and rushed to the south at the maximum speed.

...

In many cases, war is like a snowball, and it will get bigger and bigger without knowing it.

According to the speed of the vulture chariot. Longfellow knew that the bulky "one-horned rhinoceros" would never catch up. His intention was to take out the long-range firepower of the rebels. With such a record, it is enough to excuse himself.

To be able to attack moving targets fifty to sixty kilometers away, such weapons and equipment must be extremely cumbersome, and Longfellow is very confident in his armored forces. Moreover, half of the laser communication network has been completed, and in a few minutes, low-altitude orbit reconnaissance satellites will be able to locate targets for armored forces and launch beyond-the-horizon strikes.

Thirty "one-horned rhinoceros" main station tanks opened the way ahead, and the rolling steel peak was like a powerful road roller. Continue to approach south across the verdant fields.

It took about two minutes to drive. The vanguard company in front suddenly discovered a situation. The vulture chariot, which should have been running away, appeared in the field of vision of the optical probe. As if deliberately provoking, he hung unhurriedly a little outside the direct aiming range of the "One-horned Rhinoceros".

Uncle can bear it and auntie can't bear it, Pioneer even the soldier's lungs are about to explode. In the previous battle, that buddy used an individual armed locomotive to break through the front tank formation, not to mention the fresh chrysanthemums of the armored brigade. Now that I have played this trick again, what is the difference between running and taking off my pants and saying "Come on, come on, you can blow my ass if you have the ability!"

The car commanders stared angrily, and almost regarded the accelerator as the testicles of veterans. The "one-horned rhinoceros" leaped along with the ups and downs of the terrain, frantically chasing the figure in front of it. For a moment, the car captains were immersed in chasing their prey, which made them very happy, and they felt a bad breath in their hearts.

The gunners wiggled their joysticks, waiting just a few minutes closer to drive a hole in the ass of the guy they hated. Some people's palms are already sweating, which makes people more nervous than the wedding night in the bridal chamber.

Aros is like a shy bride hiding from a pack of hungry beasts in horror and fear.

"Hurry up, hurry up, I'm going to poke his asshole."

"Md, what are you running for? I'm so hungry and thirsty for my things." The gunner rushed into the front of the "one-horned rhinoceros" and roared forgetfully.

"Hewlett, that guy is a man, you are really serious!" The driver couldn't see it.

"Man? So what about men, isn't it just one less hole than a woman? I'll bombard him and give him a hole-making operation. At that time, I will have three holes at the same time."

"...Hewlett, you are simply disgusting."

"I'm not like you. Enemas are too troublesome. My way of life is only three words, wild! Simple! Rough!"

"This is six words..."

"..."

Hewlett stared hard at the vulture's back, so serious that even if it was a fart, he couldn't hide it from his eyes. Then he saw it. A fart, really a fart. Aros raised his butt, and a plume of white smoke spewed out from Ma Runjia's exhaust hole.

Hewlett's eyes widened, and he couldn't help yelling: "I fuck you, uncle!"

His voice was so loud that he suppressed the captain's strange screams.

The one-horned rhino rushed up a small hill, and then leaped out. Through the panoramic cameras around the car, the captain observed a strange scene.

A bulge protrudes from the bottom of the mound. Then, a strange device with a red light on the top drilled out, and its four legs pressed down on the ground and bounced. It just flew up, and then stuck to the chassis of the "one-horned rhinoceros".

"It... what is it going to do?" The driver's scalp went numb. There is the chrysanthemum of ... "one horned rhinoceros".

boom!

With a bang, the nearly 9-meter-long and 4-meter-high "one-horned rhinoceros" burst open, the cabin was split into two, and the turret flew into the sky. As for Hewlett and the commander, the entire body was torn apart, not even a complete leg bone was left.

boom! boom!

Immediately afterwards, only two explosions were heard. Two more tanks followed in their footsteps.

The entire Iron Triangle army was wiped out, and the rest of the Pioneer Company woke up from the blood-boiling battle, only to feel cold all over, as if falling into an ice cave.

Landmines, mines!

provocative? ridicule? Show off? Wrong, dead wrong. The guy in front had no such intentions at all, he just took the opportunity to smoke a cigarette and planted a few mines.

The hands of the commander of the Pioneer Company holding the steering column were trembling, whether to rush or not? Are you going to rush or not? What if there are still landmines ahead? Although it was just a glimpse just now, he clearly saw the landmine. Get out of the ground. Then it jumped on the ground and stuck to the most vulnerable chassis of the "one-horned rhinoceros". What a smart landmine it takes to complete such a complex series of actions!

Just when the 1st Armored Brigade under the 288th Division was hesitating whether to continue charging forward, inside the research institute. After the nano-neural robot injection equipment was running smoothly, and Tang Lin's treatment was on track, he ordered Claire and Tang Yun to take care of him, and Tang Fang returned to the command center alone.

He raised his head and glanced at the sky, and muttered to himself: "Since Aros has had enough fun, let's start. Are you going to knock the mountain to shake the tiger? It's not rude to come and go, disobedient girls, you should train them well... ..."

The voice fell. The 30 siege tanks on the north side of the institute moved, and the 180mm plasma concussion cannon turned. According to the coordinates sent by the star track command center, quickly lock on the north n-101. Forward defensive positions of n-102, n-103, n-104 long-range fire points.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

The berserk electric snakes connected together several meters above the sky, and the magnificent electric plasma ball cut through the sky, dragging out long rainbows, like ribbons, suddenly colorful.

The roar of the Viking fighter resounded through the sky, the thorns on the surface of the Euglena stood up, each sensory synapse operated at maximum power, and countless data streams were distributed from the star track command center to each combat unit.

The siege tank driven by Howson has already switched back to the mobile mode, and the powerful vehicle of the n-101 long-range firepower point has become a pile of rubbish. Next, he glanced at the image data on the on-board combat system, he shifted the steering column, and the tracks rolled over the surrounding bomb craters, large and small, and the siege tank drove north quickly.

The offensive momentum of the 1st Armored Brigade under the 288th Division has weakened a lot compared to before, and the front line has also been replaced by a "Brown Bear" class heavy minesweeper from the "Single Rhinoceros" main battle tank. Longfellow really has no choice but to do this. The power of the spider mine is too terrifying. The main station tank like "One Horned Rhino" can be shredded, not to mention the infantry.

The Mountain Ghost Commando is a good example, and he had to act with caution.

Longfellow was not dazzled by the momentary defeat, he was still sober, and knew that the "Brown Bear" minesweeping vehicle was called to open the way.

Longfellow can be called a calm commander, but if he knows that the Vulture Chariot can only deploy a maximum of 3 spider mines, how would he feel?

Whoop, whoop, whoop...

Just as the tank group was advancing bit by bit, rainbows suddenly appeared in the southern sky.

"What's that? It's so beautiful..." The gunner's voice came from ahead.

"It...they are coming." The next thing was the captain's exclamation.

Longfellow saw such a scene through the high-power optical probe of "Double-Headed Rhino". The dazzling, colorful spheres were like raindrops falling into puddles, splashing countless "splashes" in the infantry group behind the tank array.

Due to being killed by Aros, the distance between the tanks in front and on the two wings became tighter this time. Correspondingly, the density per unit area of ​​light armored units is also greater.

The 5 siege tanks fired a volley, and the soldiers wearing the "Guardian Knight" power armor were like dried shrimps doused with boiling oil. They were fully cooked in the blink of an eye. The aroma of the butt meat permeated in an instant.

Perhaps, from a high altitude, this is a plate of deep-fried steel crayfish with all kinds of color and flavor. However, for Longfellow and other people in the tank, they couldn't bear to look at them and almost felt sick.

In this round of salvo alone, the entire armored brigade lost nearly 300 soldiers and more than 20 light vehicles.

Longfellow's eyes were red. From rushing out of the trench to advancing to this point, he suffered repeated losses. The entire armored brigade, except for the tank unit, which was considered complete, lost more than 50% of the light armor unit.

Condemning the merits...converting the merits to the crimes...the credits are not even a single point, but the guilt is piling up. He found that it was like gambling. He always wanted to get his money back, but in the end he folded himself into it.

boom! boom! boom!

The plasma ball with the breath of death once again patronized the infantry group. Even after suffering, the infantry and light armored vehicles had dispersed as much as possible. More than a hundred people were reduced, and 5 "saber-toothed tigers" lost their ability to move.