Chapter 468: Bloody Battle on Hill 330! (1/2)

On Highland 330, dusk has just fallen.

Sitting on the bench in the observation post, Centurion Yot of the 11th Support Squadron was looking out the observation window at the Gobi Desert that was gradually shrouded in darkness, his eyes in trance.

A few hours ago, he received news from the frontline command post that the brutal alliance concentrated all its forces to launch a surprise attack on the legion's defense line, and position G40-1 had fallen.

Within 48 hours at the latest, Alliance tanks will arrive at the foot of Hill 330.

The four thousand-man troops on the front line were withdrawing to defend, and Soft gave him only one task - to cooperate with the returning troops and block the alliance's armored troops from penetrating into their own depth.

Yote couldn't help but be a little confused.

The day before yesterday, their friendly forces had punched the Alliance on the radio, beating the latter until their noses were bruised and swollen. Why were they suddenly punched through?

In any case, the headquarters was not joking with him.

Yot didn't want to make fun of his own life, so he immediately sent a reconnaissance team and an engineering team to plant explosives at the foot of the mountain.

Except for the team operating the radar and anti-aircraft guns, which did not move, he also sent others to dig holes on the half slope of the high ground and set up defenses.

At this time, a sentry ran in, stood at attention and gave a military salute.

"Report! There are troops approaching from the rear!"

rear?

Yote's heart moved slightly, and he immediately got up from the bench, quickly walked out of the observation post, and walked straight to the north side of Highland No. 330.

Dust was billowing in the night. Dozens of trucks were filled with heavily armed soldiers, marching toward this direction from the command post.

"What's going on over there?" Yot's adjutant was also standing by the road.

He obviously noticed the movement in the north and came here specifically to take a look.

Yote did not answer immediately. He raised the telescope hanging around his neck and took a look. He saw a total of thirty light trucks.

After staring at the motorcade for a while, he blurted out.

"It is directly under the Thousand People Team."

"Directly?!" The adjutant standing aside looked at him in surprise, "What are they doing here?"

Isn't the Thousand-Man Team directly under the command responsible for the defense of the command post and support?

Is it possible that Soft plans to move the command post to Heights 330? !

"I don't know," Yot threw the telescope in his hand to him and made a release gesture towards the sentry tower in the distance, "Let them in!"

The checkpoint opens.

The convoy quickly arrived at the position.

The artillerymen of the 11th Centurion stood on both sides of the road, looking at the trucks driving up to the position and the well-equipped comrades on the trucks, with envious expressions on their faces.

"Good guy, everyone has an automatic rifle."

"I heard that the base ammunition of the guys directly under my command is three times that of the average frontline troops!"

"Three times? Are you kidding? It's more than three times! They are the only ones in the entire team of ten thousand people who have no shortage of ammunition."

Unlike those clone soldiers who make up the numbers, these soldiers in the truck are all pure-blooded Wilrantians.

Not only is each person armed with an assault rifle, but each person is also equipped with a set of light or heavy bulletproof armor.

The shiny jet-black shell exuded a cold light under the moonlight, and no shot could penetrate their armor!

Not only are they well-equipped, but the military quality of these soldiers is far beyond that of ordinary line-filling troops. They can be called the trump card of the entire 40,000-person team!

The convoy stopped.

A man nearly two meters tall jumped out of the passenger seat of the leading truck.

He wore a steel helmet on his head, his features were sharp and angular, and he was tall and burly. There was no obvious identification mark on his combat uniform, but Yote recognized the man in front of him.

The person who came was none other than Commander Simond, who was directly under the Thousand-Man Corps.

When he first entered the 40,000th Army, he served as a ten-captain under this man.

After the customary military salute, Yot stepped forward, looked at Simond with a smile and said.

"Sir Simond, what brought you here?"

Without wasting time on pleasantries, Simonde spoke concisely and to the point.

"The general headquarters ordered me to go to Heights 330 and take over the defense here."

Hearing this, Yot cast a surprised look at Simond.

Does the general headquarters directly mobilize frontline troops?

Is this an over-level command?

And the people who were mobilized were directly under the Thousand People Team...

He could even imagine General Soft's furious expression.

Noticing the surprised expression on Yot's face, Simond added expressionlessly.

"Don't worry, you continue to do the job at hand and leave the defense to us."

Yote immediately stood up straight and gave a military salute.

"yes!"

Simond nodded and waved to his adjutant, who immediately understood and trotted to the side of the truck.

Thousands of soldiers quickly got out of the car dragging wooden boxes and rushed to the front line of the highlands. Teams of ten spread out, some were responsible for digging, some were carrying earth, and they cooperated with each other to expand the defenses outwards.

Simond was not idle here either. He got a more detailed regional map from Yot, which had the latest markings drawn by the scouts, including shortcuts from the foot of the mountain to the highlands, as well as areas that needed to be focused on defense, etc.

After staring at the map for a long time, Simond suddenly frowned and looked at Yot who was aside.

"Take me to the place with the best view."

"Yes! Please come with me!"

Yot immediately walked ahead and took Simond to the frontline observation post.

From this observation post, you can have a panoramic view of the entire highland's southeast, southeast and west sides.

"Why is there no firepower point on the southwest side of the highland?"

Yot was stunned for a moment and quickly explained.

"Yes, but no machine guns are deployed... We are an air defense squadron, and the team only has two heavy machine guns in total. These two machine guns are deployed due south and southeast, which is facing the road-"

Simond interrupted him and continued to ask.

"How many anti-aircraft guns are there?"

"...four doors."

"Then take down a door and put it here."

Simond stretched out his index finger and tapped the protruding part of the contour line on the southwest side of the map. "There is a defense gap in the southwest position, and this gap must be filled."

Yot got closer to the map, looked at the location selected by Chief Simond, and then raised his head in confusion.

"Sir... there is no road to the southwest of us. There are mountains as far as the eye can see! No one will come from that direction!"

"Aside from the mountains and the vegetation, there is no more perfect location than there." Simond glanced out the window.

I saw clusters of fluffy sea buckthorn grass swaying on the hills shrouded in night in the distance.

Not only vegetation, but also rocks standing there.

There's even a bunker there.

"But they can't fly over." Yot couldn't help but remind him, "Even if the tracks of their tanks are made of titanium alloy, it's impossible to cross-country for 150 kilometers in a mountainous area with no roads. . Unless they plan to hang around until next month.”

"It's really possible for them to fly over." Simond said lightly.

Yot was stunned for a moment.

"……What's the meaning."

Simond continued.

"The command post of the 40,000th Army is the target of the Alliance armored forces. They will probably hand over Hill 330 to the airborne troops to deal with it."

Yote suddenly looked at the night sky outside the observation window, and saw that it was clear there, not even a dark cloud could be seen, and there was no shadow of the airborne troops anywhere.

But Simond's words made him cautious.

If the Alliance really planned to send infantry to infiltrate his position from the southwest...

Just relying on the anti-aircraft artillery units at his disposal, he may not be able to withstand it.

Looking at the moved Yot, Simond then spoke.

"If I were the commander of the Alliance, I would throw the airborne troops behind the hills on the southwest side, and use the cover of night and vegetation to infiltrate Hill 330 on foot."

As he spoke, he patted the centurion on the shoulder.

"Highland 330 determines how far they can go. Let your people be mentally prepared. There will probably be a tough battle tonight."

Yot swallowed hard and stood up straight.

"yes!"

Just when Simond was explaining the defense plan to Yot, the two of them didn't know that several sneaky figures were lying under their noses.

The hill on the southwest side of Highland 330, behind the reverse slope of the slope.

Edge Paddling was leading several teammates lying down behind the swaying sea buckthorn grass, quietly watching the position ahead.

The time now is eight o'clock in the evening.

It took them only eight hours to complete the 150-kilometer cross-country journey!

There are no modern means of transportation, not even roads, and all along the way are deserted deserts and sand dunes!

If this were put into reality, it would be enough to break the Guinness World Record, let alone be included in military history!

But there is no pride in edge paddling.

Reaching the fighting position is only the first step, and just getting there is nothing to brag about.

It’s not too late to go to the forum to show off after you’ve secured the position in front of you.

"Good guy, there are quite a few people on the hill opposite!"

Looking at the nearby mountain top, the debtor holding the telescope in his hand couldn't help but click his tongue.

Laplace lying next to him was also filled with surprise in his eyes.

"This is a hundred-man team?!"

"I see there are more than a hundred people on the southwest side alone!" Yang Youbao couldn't help but complain.

Liability looked at the silent edge with big eyes and asked in a lowered voice.

"It feels like there are quite a few of them... How about we go around a little further to the west? Go around to their north and dig out their butts!"

Edge Paddling shook his head.

"If we go around any further, we will go around to the defense area of ​​other troops. This is the most suitable location."

A dozen or twenty kilometers further to the west of Highland 330 is another anti-aircraft artillery position. Once discovered, what awaits them will be crossfire from the east and west sides at the same time.

Almost the entire mountainous area is under the control of the legion. The troops are scattered in various defense zones and hills, leaving the attackers with very few tactical options.

He can only choose the ones with the highest success rate from a limited number of options.

"There seems to be movement on the hilltop opposite." An agility player suddenly said, "Is that... a heavy machine gun?"

"It's anti-aircraft artillery!" Another agile player whispered, "They seem to be planning to move the anti-aircraft artillery to the southwest position!"

Hearing this sentence, the players lying on the reverse slope looked at each other.

"Did they find us?"

"They may not have discovered us, but they may have discovered the loopholes in the defense line on the southwest side." Bian Huishui frowned and stared at the engineers who were busy deploying anti-aircraft artillery. "There is an engineer platoon at the foot of the mountain, and there is another one at the top of the mountain. The engineers and soldiers are almost forming a company, what kind of centurion is this?”

"I think so too," Yang Youbao nodded seriously, "The engineering company must be at the regimental level! There must be at least a thousand-man team on that hill!"

"What should we do now?" Looking at the edge brother, Midnight, with an umbrella but no knife, whispered, "Why don't we wait for the construction site guys to catch up before fighting."

We are not in a numerical advantage, and we are fighting an offensive, so we are a bit reckless.

When the brothers riding tricycles behind catch up, it will be much more stable if three thousand people push up together.

"We can't wait any longer, if we wait any longer, they will even build a bunker!" Edge put down the telescope in his hand and looked at Big Eyes lying on the side, "Where is your drone?"

Seeing that the fight was about to start, Big Eyes said excitedly.

"Already ready!"

"Very good," Bianbianhuashui nodded and continued to instruct, "Release all the drones, remember to mark the target first, and wait for my order before shooting! Try to knock out their firepower points at once, and don't give them any chance to breathe!"

"Okay!"

Zhenzhai Dayan nodded excitedly and slid down the hillside.

Bianbianhuashui continued to look at Yang Youbao who was lying on the side.

"Take 500 infantrymen and quickly go around to the southeast of Hill 330, and launch a feint attack on the hilltop along the edge of the road!"

"Yes!"

Yang Youbao nodded quickly and followed the direction of Zhengzhai Dayan.

Retreating to the back of the reverse slope, Bianbianhuashui took advantage of the faint light and glanced at the time on the VM screen.

It is now Alliance time [20:15].

Fifteen minutes.

Those "little guys" should have rested.

His index finger tapped the headset, and Bianbianhuashui switched the communication system to the general channel, speaking in a low voice.

"Attention, teams, the operation will begin in ten minutes!"

Without the slightest fear, he was answered with eager answers.

"Got it!"

...

[20:22]

The area around Hill 330 was still quiet.

Looking at the engineers working on the hillside, Yot, who was patrolling the position, breathed a sigh of relief and turned off the flashlight in his hand.

It was already this late, and there was still no movement.

It seemed that the Alliance was planning to move the operation to the second half of the night.

Thinking of this, Yot, who was relaxed, couldn't help but feel a little irritated. It seemed that he couldn't sleep well tonight.

The adjutant who was following Yot was silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking.

"I don't understand, since General Griffin determined that the Alliance would definitely launch an attack tonight and send airborne troops...why don't we just send planes to intercept them?"

Yot said casually.

"Our planes are already on standby, but the Alliance's planes are a bit strange, and it is difficult for ordinary airborne radars to detect them."

This is what Commander Simond told him.

In fact, he could guess it even if he didn't say it.

The destroyed anti-aircraft artillery positions in the No. 40 defense zone were not discovered by radar until the enemy aircraft approached the visual range.

From this perspective, the Alliance may indeed throw the paratroopers under their noses under the cover of night.

Even if the cruising speed of the "Sabre" fighter is fast, it is unlikely to destroy the transport planes at the moment of discovery and before the paratroopers jump out.

Looking at the worried adjutant, Yot patted him on the shoulder and said comfortingly.

"Don't worry, General Soft has sent his direct thousand-man team here. Even if the Alliance really throws paratroopers in our faces, we can kill them halfway up the mountain like slapping a mosquito-"

Before he finished speaking, the quiet night was suddenly broken by a "pop" of gunfire.

The lights on the hillside shook violently, and an engineer who was digging a pit was shot and fell to the ground. The engineer next to him quickly turned off the flashlight in his hand and lay down.

However, their actions were still half a beat slower.

Less than half a second later, dense gunfire rang out like firecrackers on the southeast side of Hill 330. The engineering team that was burying explosives suffered heavy casualties in an instant, and only weak wailing was left on the hillside.

"Enemy attack!"

Jot roared after coming to his senses and quickly rushed to the nearest bunker. Almost at the same time, the piercing alarm sounded throughout the entire No. 330 position.

"It's actually in the southeast direction!"

Looking at the southeast position through the small window of the observation post, Simond's expression changed slightly.

However, this does not mean that his judgment is wrong.

Even if they landed behind the hill on the southwest side, those people could go around to their southeast side along the reverse slope and launch an attack.

Perhaps it was the sight of the flat anti-aircraft gun that made them change their mind...

Without any hesitation, Simond decisively picked up the walkie-talkie and gave the order.

"The 1st Support Squadron fires flares!"

At the same time as the order was issued, the mortar soldiers directly under the 1,000-man team had quickly arrived at the battle position.

With a few crisp bangs, dozens of flares rose into the sky, lighting up all the hills around Hill 330.

On the hill on the southeast side, there were figures lying one after another. They dug simple foxholes and were firing light machine guns and rifles at Hill 330.

The distance between the two sides was less than 500 meters.

At the same time, two centurions took advantage of the cover of night to reach the foothills of the east and south sides of Hill 330, and fierce exchanges of fire broke out with nearby sentries and several small teams rushing to support the engineers by the road. .

Looking at the hills not far away and the flickering firelight at the foot of the hills, Simond frowned.

Two groups of support, two groups of invasion, clear division of labor, tacit cooperation... indeed worthy of the name of elite. And with this density of firepower, it would take at least four centurions!

Maybe even five!

If he hadn't come here, Highland 330 might have fallen into the hands of the Alliance!

The corner of Simond's mouth curled up into a sneer.

These barbarians probably would never have imagined that what they were facing was not the support squadron of only a hundred people they saw during the day, but the strongest trump card of the 40,000-man team - the direct thousand-man team!

Picking up the walkie-talkie, Simond ordered in a cold voice.

"Attention all units, the unit in front of us is the rumored most elite ace of the Alliance - the Burning Corps."

"It was these cockroaches who humiliated our Air Force brothers and stole the Heart of Steel."

"The weaklings of the Air Corps gave them confidence, but this time they obviously picked the wrong opponent!"

"Hit me hard!"

"Tell them what a real ace is!"

…

The headquarters of the 40,000th Army.

Upon hearing the news that Position 330 was attacked, General Soft, who had been greeting Griffin's mother a second ago, suddenly broke into a cold sweat on his back.

It’s only seventeen kilometers from Highland 330 to here!

Of course, after looking at the map for so long, he wouldn't know what it would mean to him once he lost it.

Not only will the command post be exposed to the Alliance's firepower projection range, but the four thousand-man teams returning to defend and support will also face encirclement and suppression by Alliance armored forces and supporting artillery.

The 40,000-strong team may only have one number left in the end...

"These beasts... they have very deep intentions! Haha, go ahead and eat shit!"

Taking out a handkerchief and wiping the sweat from his forehead, Soft stared at the strategic map on the table, feeling scared and excited at the same time.

Unexpectedly, the alliance actually dared to throw the airborne troops over without gaining air superiority, and it threw out its trump card as soon as it took action. This was indeed beyond his expectation.

His previous judgment was too absolute, and he had to add a qualification before "absolutely impossible" - "if the commander of the alliance is not a gambler."

Fortunately, I was a person who listened to the advice and carried out General Griffin's order, otherwise the ship would have capsized in the gutter.

Soft couldn't help but praise.

"General Griffin really knows what's going on!"

After secretly glancing at his immediate superior, the adjutant standing aside silently chose to shut up.

I don’t know which guy it was, but after hanging up the phone, he greeted General Griffin’s family cordially...

After finally calming down his racing heart, Soft looked at his adjutant and ordered in an excited voice.

"Electrify Simond! Tell him that air support is on the way, and ask him to annihilate all the elites of the Alliance at the foot of Highland 330 at all costs!"

"If we win this battle, the balance of victory will be in our hands!"

The adjutant immediately stood up straight and gave a military salute.

"yes!"

…

On the other side, the Legion is stationed at the No. 3 Oasis headquarters.

General Griffin, who was sitting in the command tent, was staring at the radio on the table attentively.

After the buzzing electric busy tone, the pilot's voice came.

"...This is Sabre-1. No enemy aircraft has been found in the target airspace."

Hearing the unexpected reply, Griffin frowned slightly.

"Has it been evacuated?"

The staff officer standing aside also fell into deep thought and spoke after a moment.

"This speed is too fast."

According to General Griffin's deployment, the Alliance's airborne troops were intercepted by one thousand troops directly under the 40,000th Army, and the "Saber" fighter jets were responsible for destroying the Alliance Air Force that was covering the airborne troops.

Surprisingly, however, the alliance did not send aircraft to support the airborne troops attacking Hill 330. It seemed that they planned to leave the entire highland to the infantry.

Not only that, they didn't even see the transport plane that delivered the infantry, and the ornithopter that previously attacked the air defense position in Zone 40 seemed to have disappeared.

"Did they guess it?" Griffin's heart moved slightly, but he quickly rejected this possibility.

If the alliance knew that they were ready to respond, they would not throw the airborne troops into position 330.

Could it be...

In fact, the alliance did not expect that the 40,000th Army would send additional manpower to Hill 330. Instead, they were gambling that the Army did not expect that they would repeat their old trick of sending airborne troops for a sneak attack, so they simply left Hill 330 to the infantry. .

A moment of confusion flashed across those intelligent pupils, and Griffin was stunned for a few seconds.

This possibility is not impossible.

But based on their previous performance...

It shouldn't be like suddenly becoming stupid.

It's taboo to underestimate your opponent. Griffin's brows furrowed even more tightly, his eyes fixed on the map, and his mind was rapidly thinking about countless possibilities.

At this time, the staff officer standing aside reminded him.

"Further south is the radar search area of ​​the Heart of Steel... Our aircraft cannot continue forward."

The Heart of Steel's anti-aircraft guns are very ineffective against supersonic aircraft, and are basically difficult to hit above Mach 3.

However, under the harassment of anti-aircraft guns, their aircraft could not play a particularly big role.

Griffin nodded, looked at the communications soldier and ordered.

"Have the Sabers provide a round of fire support for the defenders at Heights 330, and then immediately return to the frontline airport to stand by."

"In addition, let the Falcon Kingdom's 1st Aviation Squadron take off and take over from the Sabers to provide close support for Highland 330!"

The communications soldier stood at attention and gave a military salute.

"yes!"

…

"Porphyrin-!"

The hills on the southeast side of Highland No. 330.

The roaring rain of bullets almost hit the ground together with the roar of the machine guns, instantly splashing up pieces of boiling dust and broken limbs.

The sudden air strike silenced the Alliance's position for two seconds.

Although the gunshots continued to ring out soon, they obviously lost their previous momentum and became much more cautious.

Obviously that wave of air strikes caused a lot of casualties to them.

Without the cover of rear firepower, the two attacking centurions immediately fell into a dangerous situation.

Simond, who was in command, did not miss this opportunity. He immediately removed a hundred troops from other defense areas and moved them to the east intersection, intending to go down the mountain and outflank the alliance's invading troops, and pin the two alliance troops halfway up the mountain. The Hundreds were annihilated in one fell swoop!

Although he had the advantage at the moment, Simond knew very well that his soldiers did not have much ammunition. If they could not fight quickly in a short time, the two sides would soon fall into a stalemate.

"Haha! Well done!" Yot excitedly waved his fist as he watched the fighter planes whizzing by above his head leave.

The adjutant standing next to him was also happy.

The alliance is probably stunned by now.

They never dreamed that there were more than a thousand people suddenly appearing on the hilltop where there was only a team of 100 people during the day.

It took only five hundred men to charge into their position.

What are you daydreaming about?

However, at this moment, on the southwest hill, a black shadow suddenly appeared from behind the swaying sea buckthorn grass, and rushed down the mountain very quickly.

Yote, who was squatting in the observation post and watching the battle, vaguely saw something, but he didn't take it too seriously at first.

After all, the speed of that thing is really too fast, so fast that it hardly looks like a human being.

It wasn't until the sentries standing guard on the southwest side noticed something was wrong, that they immediately chased the shadows and directed their searchlights towards the foot of the southwest side of the highland...

All that could be seen was a pair of penetrating sharp claws and a tail covered with scaly armor, emitting a cold light under the illumination of the searchlight.

When he met the pair of amber pupils, Yote's eyes went blank for a moment, and the proud expression froze on his face.

The feeling of being targeted by a predator made his whole body feel stiff, as if his blood vessels were frozen and his feet were filled with lead.

Even a distance of several hundred meters, even from a high position, could not bring him the slightest sense of security.

"Claws of Death..."

It turned out to be the Death Claw!

But this is Luoxia Province, how could there be such a thing? !