Chapter 324 The Rainbow Passing Through the Clouds (1/2)

The rain was pouring down.

In the mountain depression five kilometers south of Songlin Valley, tanks passed through the gate one after another, and, surrounded by predator infantry, rushed towards the southern front line.

According to the battle plan formulated by Dillon, they will take advantage of the rainy weather to attack the new alliance's defense line.

At that time, the New Alliance's aircraft will definitely risk their lives to attack their armored clusters. However, under the interference of heavy rain, those aircraft are nothing to be afraid of.

The quadruple anti-aircraft guns are already aimed at the sky, whether they are 7mm or 12mm.

Opening the hatch cover, Bagero leaned out half of the tank's turret. The gunner sitting at his feet immediately complained.

"Hey, you got the rain in!"

"This little water is fine..."

Ignoring the guy, Bagero held up the telescope and looked at the southern sky, with several grooves forming on his brow.

"I always feel like something's not right."

It's too bright in the distance.

Although he couldn't tell what was wrong, it felt different from the usual rain.

"What could be wrong?" the driver said with a smile. "We just have to run over their trenches and they will scatter like cockroaches in the sewer."

"If only it were that simple." Bagropi chuckled and got back into the tank.

On second thought, it seems to be the same.

So what if the other party played some tricks?

In front of the tracks of the tank, any conspiracy is a joke.

Bagro took off the walkie-talkie hanging on the inside of the turret and shouted to the other tanks in the formation.

"Speed ​​up!"

"We need to cover our infantry to rush to their high ground before the rainstorm ends!"

Tanks of the Fang clan are usually captained by a legion tanker, and the driver, gunner, and loader are all trained Marauders.

Of course, not every tank is like this.

The 27 tanks were divided into five echelons and advanced in an arrow formation.

In the gap between the arrows, in addition to the four-unit anti-aircraft truck, there is also an overstaffed hundred-man team following.

The tank formation led by Bagero, with a total of seven tanks, served as the vanguard of the attack. The centurion following them now was led by a raider named Wabu.

This awakened person with barbarian ancestry was once a bounty hunter and was active in the Bugla Free State, known as the "City of Sin". Desperate for blood and loot, he took the initiative to join the banner of the Bonechewer Tribe.

And the same is true for most of the men he led.

They are more vicious and cruel than ordinary predators. Some of them were once gladiators in the ring, some were slave owners' private soldiers, or even caravan guards. Although the reasons for joining the Ya clan are different, their desire for the most primitive hope is the same.

Being a prisoner in their hands would be no better than falling in the hands of other predators. Even the tribesmen of the Bone Chewing Tribe learned many of the tricks they used to abuse their captives from these outsiders.

Singing war songs, Wabu led his men forward in the rain.

However, at this moment, a loud sound came from the side, splashing muddy water several meters high, startling everyone who was walking, and they fell to the side one after another.

The singing stopped abruptly.

However, the expected explosion did not occur.

Wabu got up from the ground angrily, wiped the mud off his face, strode toward the mud pit that was smashed by something, and grabbed a person casually.

"What just happened?!"

The grabbed predator said nervously.

"Yes, something fell from the sky."

"Nonsense, I'm not blind. I'm asking you what the thing that fell just now was!" Wabu pushed the man staggering with a big hand, then stretched out his thick finger and pointed at the mud pit, "A I’ll go take a look.”

What good thing could fall from the sky?

He didn't dare to look over.

If it explodes as soon as you walk over, it will be a bloody disaster for eight lifetimes.

"Yes Yes!"

Although the predator was scared, he did not dare to resist. He trotted closer to the mud pit and saw a broken steel pipe inserted in it - or something similar.

Out of curiosity, he squatted on the ground and reached out to touch it, but he quickly pulled his hand back as if he was electrocuted.

"hiss--"

So icy!

He almost lost a layer of skin on his fingers!

Wabu shouted in a rough voice.

"What it is?"

"I don't know, it's just an iron can, about this big, and it's empty inside..." The predator stood up and answered, making a rough shape with his hand.

Although Wabu didn't see it too clearly, he was still a little relieved.

Just now he thought it was a bomb dropped by a New Alliance plane, but now it seems that it shouldn't be.

Come to think of it, where did the plane come from in the sky?

Dropping bombs on the clouds?

It would be a coincidence if it hits someone!

Wabu raised his voice and called for the loose team to regroup.

"Maybe it's a misfired rocket. No matter what it is, don't worry about it for now. Put a branch next to it to remind people behind you to stay away. Let's keep moving forward! Set off towards victory!"

…

Above the clouds.

An H-1 "Dragonfly" general aircraft is dragging a fairy-like white mist, soaring above the milky white clouds.

Looking carefully, a layer of white frost has condensed on the tail of the plane.

Standing at the open rear cabin door, Brother Tosuo, wearing a heavy cotton coat and tied with a rope behind him, was reaching out to hold an aluminum alloy ammunition rack fixed on the cabin slide rail.

This thing was originally used to hold 37mm shells, but now it was filled with one-meter-long high-pressure steel cylinders.

These high-pressure steel cylinders were fixed with iron wires, and the bottle mouths were opened, pouring white solid-liquid mixtures out of the cabin continuously.

In human terms, it is dry ice!

And this is also the source of the white mist!

In fact, the production of dry ice is actually very simple. The carbon dioxide or air in container A is liquefied by pressurizing, and then decompressed after cooling, so that it quickly absorbs a large amount of heat, causing the carbon dioxide in container B to quickly condense into a snowflake-like solid.

The whole process does not involve any chemical reaction, it is a purely physical process. Generally speaking, if there are conditions to make high-pressure steel cylinders, dry ice can be made.

Since they were not sure whether the specific amount of dry ice required for artificial rainfall was ten kilograms or one hundred kilograms, they simply carried three times the recommended upper limit - that is, three hundred kilograms, and flew around the entire airspace several times.

"Done... Man proposes, God disposes."

After pouring the last bit of dry ice, Brother Ce Suo turned the winch hard, closed the hatch, took a long breath, took off his gloves, and stuffed them into his pockets.

Brother Levin went forward to check the ammunition rack, and his brows suddenly frowned.

"Why is there one less?"

Brother Ce Suo, who was resting, raised his head.

"One what?"

"Gan! What else can it be, a high-pressure cylinder!"

Brother Ce Suo was stunned.

"Ah?"

"Ah your head!" Levin couldn't help but spray, "Didn't I tell you? Keep an eye on it and don't fall down, why did you still fall down."

Brother Ce Suo rolled his eyes: "How the hell can I see it, the fog was so thick just now! And didn't you tie the high-pressure cylinder?"

Brother Levin said with a worried look on his face.

"What should we do? What if the other side picks it up?" Brother Ce Suo comforted him. "Who cares! Anyway, the dry ice inside has run out. Even if it is picked up, the other side may not be able to tell what it is." There seems to be nothing wrong with this. Brother Levin was relieved a little. At this time, the unprofessional Fan Man sitting in the cockpit shouted. "What are you arguing about? Have you finished pouring the dry ice? Do you still need to take a walk?" Brother Levin sat back in his seat, fastened his seat belt and shouted. "It's finished, let's return." "Ok." The fuselage tilted to one side. The H-1 Dragonfly turned its nose and began to return. For this "rainstorm plan", the New Alliance Operations Command formulated two plans, one plan was to use rockets to hit silver iodide, and the other plan was to spray dry ice from the plane. If neither of them works---then it will not work. Nothing in this world will definitely happen, and nothing will never happen. Maybe the dark clouds didn't make any noise, maybe the rain fell solemnly but in vain, maybe the other party wasn't waiting for the weather to change... All these are possible.

All plans are based on speculation based on limited intelligence.

Chu Guang was not 100% sure that the other party would immediately "all in" all their chips after seeing the rainstorm.

However, from the low-altitude aerial footage taken by the drone, Chu Guang knew that he had made the right bet.

Twenty-seven Conqueror No. 10 tanks poured out of the explosion-proof cave, and at the same time, fifty modified anti-aircraft trucks followed closely behind.

The 100mm artillery deployed in the rear began to fire at the New Alliance's positions, and hundreds of shells were poured in just a few minutes.

It seemed to be a retaliation for the previous rocket coverage, but in fact it was covering the advance of the large army.

The Ya Clan chose to bet everything.

The New Alliance had already made preparations.

The players squatting on the front line were ready to fight!

...

Inside the anti-artillery cave.

Listening to the deafening explosion outside, the debt-ridden big-eyed man squatting by the wall couldn't help but exclaimed.

"My God... When did these bandits become so rich?"

Before, the Ya clan's artillery bombardment was only two or three rounds and then stopped.

Unlike this time, round after round, they didn't seem to stop after ten minutes.

Because of the rain, some water was poured into the anti-gun hole, but fortunately, the players had considered the impact of the weather before, and dug drainage ditches in the trenches and anti-gun holes in advance. Although the rainstorm was a bit urgent, the impact was not great.

Lying next to the observation port of the anti-gun hole, holding the edge of the sight and paddling in the water, he suddenly spoke excitedly.

"Enemy tanks appeared on the opposite hill! A total of seven!"

Here they come!

Those looters really can't sit still!

"Seven? Isn't it twenty-seven?" The construction site boy and the brick holding the rifle counted with their fingers.

The debt-ridden big-eyed man sitting next to him rolled his eyes.

"You are stupid. Twenty-seven is all the tanks added together. The enemy is not stupid. How can they squeeze all the tanks into a group and send them to us? Not to mention the traffic jam, the infantry behind can't keep up."

The boy and the brick nodded suddenly.

"That makes sense!"

The debt-ridden man had already put on the headphones connected to the neural connection device, and was eager to try it out.

“Are you going to fly a drone?”

Edge of Water said in a deep voice.

"Don't worry! Wait until all the tanks on the opposite side are within range before fighting! Let's try to annihilate them at once and not give them a chance to retreat!"

The debtor said excitedly with big eyes: "Okay!"

Stationed on the high ground on the south side of Songlin Valley is the Death Corps.

After nearly a month of continuous fighting, the level of the Death Corps has been raised to LV21, and the upper limit of their number has been raised to 300.

Upgrading the corps level is much easier than upgrading the character sequence level, especially now that we are in wartime, it is the time to accumulate meritorious deeds.

As the first direction in the north of Qingshi County, the southern highland of Songlinyu is the best place to block enemy armored forces.

The order issued by the headquarters is to destroy the enemy tanks at all costs and prevent the Ya clan's marauders from rushing to the high ground.

The idea of ​​edge paddling is even more radical.

Not only does he have to stop the rampaging iron coffins here, but he also has to keep the predators charging with the tanks here!

Open the VM, place the support fire coordinates on the map, press the communication button and shout.

"...This is the Death Corps, calling for artillery support, located in the central area of ​​Songlin Valley, covering five rounds of fire!"

A calm voice came from the communication channel.

"The command received it and the shelling order has been conveyed."

Communication ends.

The sound of artillery fire on the position gradually stopped.

The opponent's tank troops have advanced into the fighting range.

Edge of Water switched the communication channel to the team voice and looked back at his comrades.

"Attention everyone, rush to the fighting position with your machine guns and anti-tank weapons immediately!"

"The enemy tanks are close at hand, but victory will eventually belong to us!"

"Let the forest at the foot of our mountain become their grave!"

The response to him was a uniform and uneven response.

"receive!"

"Fuck him!"

"Ouch!"

At the same time, alarm bells rang loudly at the airport in the north of Shuguang City.

"Boarding-!"

Following Mosquito's order, the young players of the Goblin Corps' flight team ran and boarded their respective cars.

A total of fifty W-2 ground attack aircraft drove onto the runway from the hangar.

The tall 10mm cannon and the iconic 100kg aerial bombs, even heavy rain cannot hide the cold light.

Mosquito, who was sitting on the plane, put on his pilot's hat. While checking the weapon system and instruments, he couldn't help but glance at the big guy parked not far away.

H-1, a three-engine propeller aircraft, the latest product of Factory No. 81.

I heard that the dog next door even named this thing "Dragonfly", without even thinking about it, it was because of myself.

But there is one thing to say, compared with the twenty-meter-long fuselage, the small plane under my crotch really looks like a fly.

But mosquitoes are not envious.

So what if it’s big?

This thing flying in the sky is like a coffin board.

In air combat, speed is king!

"Haha, wait!"

Mosquito has already thought about it.

When his W-3 is finished, it will be called frog style!

Connotation me?

pattern!

At this moment, the team's voice channel was noisy.

"Coach! Are you sure this crap - I mean, can this plane really fly in the rain?" Luo Yu, who was sitting in the cockpit, shouted nervously.

"It's okay! I made it waterproof!" Mosquito replied casually.

"But, if the battery is hit by a bullet..."

Hearing this stupid question, Mosquito chuckled.

"Be more confident. Even if it's a sunny day and your battery takes a hit, it will still be ruined."

Luo Yu: "Damn!"

He casually locked the team channel voice of his teammates, and the chattering stopped abruptly.

Mosquito cleared his throat and shouted at the top of his lungs with his duck-like voice.

"Don't think so much, just follow me and press the switch to the end, and that's it! Here comes Ollie!"

The propeller broke up the tiny raindrops.

Mosquito pressed the switch to the bottom, tightened his grip on the joystick, and pulled up the nose of the aircraft the moment the speed reached the threshold.

One after another, W-2 ground attack aircraft took off immediately, heading towards the sky above Songlin Valley due north.

After entering the predetermined altitude, the mosquito accessed the friendly channel through VM.

"...There are mosquitoes here! We are on the road! How is the situation on the front line?"

The communication channel was noisy.

From time to time there was the roar of explosions.

Hearing the chaotic sound, Mosquito couldn't help but click his tongue.

Good guy.

The fight has already begun!

After a period of chaotic sounds, Brother Bing's voice soon came from the other side.

"...This is the Death Corps! The enemy tanks have entered the fighting range, and they are firing at us! Damn it, how long do you have?!"

"Hurry, hurry!"

"Give me a specific time!" Bing Shui yelled.

"Twenty minutes! We are moving forward at full speed!" After stepping on the switch, the mosquito shouted, "Hold on!"

…

Position on the south side of Songlin Valley.

The tank below the high ground raised its muzzle, and the 100mm main gun continued to bombard the high ground, suppressing the firepower on the high ground.

All the armored spearheads of the Ya clan have entered the battlefield.

The first echelon chose to attack the front of the position, while the second and third echelons spread out to both sides, preparing to launch attacks from three directions at the same time.

New Alliance bombardment also arrived on the battlefield at the same time.

100mm grenades fell from the sky, setting off billowing dust in the forest, causing considerable casualties to the marauders following the tanks.

However, these shells were still too weak for the Conqueror 10, and the fragments and shock waves of the explosion could only scratch the armor at best.

Although the anti-tank and anti-tank horses distributed on the edge of the forest restricted the travel routes of the tanks, it was obviously not enough to completely block heavy tanks like the Conqueror 10 by staying close to these fortifications.

However, the players stationed here have also prepared other surprises for these tanks...

A tank rolled along the edge of the forest, covering a ten-man team of Marauders, circling toward the left side of the new Alliance position.

As the vanguard of the attack, they would be the first to rush to the high ground and occupy the trenches dug by the new alliance on the high ground.

However, at this moment, on the muddy ground not far from the tank, a wooden board covered with turf suddenly opened, and a man covered in muddy water jumped out.

There was a ring of explosives wrapped around his waist, and his body was covered in mud, like a ghost in the swamp. The surrounding predators were stunned and had no idea what was happening.

The first person to react was the captain leading the team. He quickly raised the submachine gun in his hand.

But by the time he pulled the trigger, it was already too late.

The man looked at the tank as if he saw a treasure. Without saying a word, he pulled out the fuse of the explosive and rushed towards the tank's tracks regardless of his life.

The mouth filled with muddy water did not forget to shout excitedly.

"The mother pinches the cow——!"

boom--!

The flames of the explosion soared into the sky!

Caught off guard, the ten-man team following the tank fell instantly like wheat, causing heavy casualties!

The tank serving as a bunker was also covered in pieces of meat and gunpowder residue.

With a creaking sound, the right track rolled off the road wheel. The moving tank tilted and its body directly hit the tree trunk.

Seeing the ten-man team and the broken-down tank that were instantly wiped out, Wabu, who was standing at the rear supervising the battle, was dumbfounded on the spot and couldn't help but curse.

"Damn it! What did that thing jump out of the ground just now?!"

The younger brother holding the rifle on the side said tremblingly.

"Okay, it seems to be a person."

"Human?!" Wabu's eyes widened, confusion written all over his face.

Are these people desperate for their lives? !

The tank that was attacked adjusted its posture and pointed its front towards the high ground. The top cover of the turret was lifted, and the commander coughed and poked half of his head out of the turret, shouting to the infantry behind him.

"Our tracks are broken——"

Before he could finish his words, bullets were fired down from the hillside, scaring the commander into hiding in the turret.

The armor was scraped by bullets, and the enraged tank immediately turned its turret, and its coaxial machine gun fired at the hillside. The main gun also fired a 100mm high-explosive round.

However, the people there had already moved away, and the shot hit nothing except eating away a layer of turf.

Leaning out half of his body from the turret, Bagero used the hatch cover to protect the back of his head and shouted loudly at Wabu who was following the tank.

"Wabu, tell your people to watch their steps! Those blue coats have dug tunnels under the high ground! There may be many people hiding inside!"

Hearing the roar of the armored formation captain Bagero, Wabu immediately reacted and shouted at his teammates at the top of his voice.

"Everyone, watch your step!"

"If you see something suspicious, stab me with a bayonet!"

More than one tank broke down, and soon people emerged from the ground and rushed to the tank next to them desperately.

Five of the seven tanks in the first echelon broke down instantly. The remaining two tanks did not dare to continue charging and could only stop in place to protect their teammates.

The looters who followed the tanks to the foot of the high ground could only stick to the bunkers and endure the machine gun fire above them and the indiscriminate bombardment from mortars.

Dillon stood on the high ground on the north side, holding a telescope in his hand and staring ahead with a frown.

In just ten minutes, the infantry advancing with the tanks had been reduced by 40%, and tanks were missing from the first echelon one after another.

The New Alliance probably knew that they could not break through the armor of Conqueror 10, so they targeted the relatively fragile tracks and even launched suicide attacks.

The will of these men to fight is amazing.

But it would be too naive to expect to block his armored spearhead through this childish method.

He has a total of twenty-seven tanks, fifty anti-aircraft trucks, and five thousand-man teams on the battlefield.

Once the high ground on the south side of Songlin Valley is breached, his armored troops can penetrate directly into Qingshi County and even capture Yuanxi Town, which is only 20 kilometers away from the northernmost tip of Shuguang City in one go.

By then, the new alliance will no longer have any dangerous points to defend!

Picking up the walkie-talkie, Dillon ordered in a deep voice.

"Follow up the fourth and fifth echelons and assault along the advance route of the first echelon!"

After saying that, he looked at Xiong Ya who was standing aside.

"Prepare for the second round of offensive! Let your infantry follow!"

Xiong Ya nodded excitedly and accepted the order.

"okay!"

Ten tanks waiting on the high ground on the north side began to set off, accompanied by twenty anti-aircraft trucks and five centurions.

The overwhelming murderous aura filled the air in the rain.

Dillon narrowed his eyes slightly.

He seemed to have seen the New Alliance's position being crushed by tank tracks.

However, at this moment, the water drops sliding down the brim of the hat suddenly stopped.

Dillon was stunned for a moment, raised his head and looked at the sky, his pupils shrank suddenly.

I saw that the original thick quilt-like dark clouds seemed to be torn apart by something, leaving only a thin cloud like a gauze, even leaking out of the clear blue sky behind.

The looming blue was like a crack printed on the stone slab.

Dillon vaguely seemed to see a rainbow...

There were whispers from his subordinates nearby.

"Why did the rain stop?"

"It's only been raining for an hour..."

"Such a heavy rain will stop as soon as it stops..."

"Speaking of which, there is usually strong wind when it rains heavily, but there is no wind today."

The cold liquid streaked across Dillon's forehead.

He couldn't tell whether it was cold sweat or raindrops.

Artificial rainfall……

It turned out to be artificial rainfall!

He has been fighting in the North and the Great Rift Valley for a whole year, and has seen all kinds of tactics, but this is the first time he has encountered such a bizarre idea. The other party predicted his plan and used it to make him rain...

Careless!

In the rainbow in the distance, Dillon vaguely saw black dots emerging from the edge of the clouds in neat formations and diving towards the position below.

There was a hint of fear in his eyes, and the calm expression could no longer be seen on his face. He pulled off the walkie-talkie and shouted loudly.

"Air defense convoy! Watch your heads!"

"The enemy plane is attacking!!"

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(I feel like I was infected through the network cable in vain... They are all upper respiratory tract infections first, then go to the throat, then to the bronchi, and then start to cough. But I haven’t stopped updating. I’m proud of you. Don’t say I’m short anymore. It’s true. Not short anymore. T.T)