Chapter 469 Are You Looking for This? (1/2)

Yot had no doubts.

Even the Deathclaw, which has terrified countless wastelanders, has to move around when faced with strafing fire from four 10mm cannons.

However--

When a quadruple anti-aircraft gun faces "thousands" of Deathclaws, the positions of both sides are completely opposite.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The soldier crouched behind the anti-aircraft gun, holding the trigger tightly, emitted a stream of orange tracers towards the foot of the mountain, trying to prevent the herd of animals from rushing up the mountain.

However, in the face of the death claws coming like a tide, the tongue of fire from the muzzle was like a flickering candle in the darkness.

It seems as if it will disappear in the silent storm at any time.

And this is indeed the case——

The roar of the cannon didn't even last two seconds. A drone closed its wings and suddenly fell from the sky.

Before the three soldiers guarding the anti-aircraft gun could recover, the burst of fire engulfed them and the anti-aircraft cannon.

The flames of the explosion bloomed on the high ground.

Seeing the cannon turned into a ball of twisted steel, the soldiers in the trench next to it were dumbfounded, and then a feeling of fear arose in their hearts.

"What is that?!" one of the ten captains screamed, twisting the muzzle of his gun back and forth toward the sky.

"Suicide drone!" Yot's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes for a moment, and he yelled and ordered, "Be careful of those buzzing things! Don't let them get close to the anti-aircraft guns!"

The remaining three quadruple anti-aircraft guns began to fire into the sky, trying to shoot down the roaring drones.

However, this kind of unorganized and random firing is obviously in vain for a drone that is "immersed in operation" by intelligence players.

Soon two more anti-aircraft guns were sent away, leaving only the last one on the entire high ground.

Just when Yot didn't know what to do, Commander Simond on the side yelled at his subordinates.

"Use EMP bullets!"

Yote was shocked and said quickly.

"But our radar—"

"I can't control that much anymore!" Simond pushed him away and shouted in the direction of the mortar position, "Quick!"

After receiving the order from the commander, a captain rushed to the edge of the mortar position and quickly pulled out a blue-marked artillery shell from the box.

He grabbed the cannonball's butt and slammed it on the ground, then threw it into the air with all his strength, and then lay down on the ground.

The whole set of actions is completed in one go.

The dust from the explosion quickly rushed upward, and the cracked shrapnel whizzed among the sandbags.

The energy detonated by the explosive is converted into pulse microwaves with a peak power of thousands of megawatts through microwave devices!

A short buzz penetrated the entire battlefield, forming transient pulse voltages of tens or even hundreds of thousands of volts on countless protected or unprotected conductors.

A small flame jumped out of the distribution box in the center of the camp, and then the entire highland fell into darkness, but it was quickly relit by flares.

At the same time, the quad-rotor drones that had approached low altitude but had not yet detonated fell to the ground like dumplings.

The insulation layer was broken down, the fuse was blown, the radar screen failed, the electrical components burned out, and the electronic system storage melted... everything happened in an instant.

The entire battlefield instantly regressed from the post-Cold War era to World War II and even World War I. All communication equipment lost its function, and communication relied entirely on roaring.

At the mountain col five hundred meters away, I rolled my eyes and almost lost the connection. I cursed and took off the headphones on my head.

"Fuck! These guys are playing hard!"

He looked at VM.

A snow-white screen has appeared above.

Although the "vital signs monitor" has a certain resistance to EMP, it is only against EMP weapons released in a wide area and incidental EMP damage from nuclear explosions.

For such a close-range burst of electromagnetic pulse, the pressure is still quite high.

At least the fuse can't be saved.

A new student from the intelligence department patted his VM in confusion. Seeing that the screen was completely stuck, he muttered something.

"Damn it... I've lost all the system interface!"

"It's probably EMP. Just change the fuse. It's not a big problem!" Big Eye took off the VM and threw it on the ground, "Get ready to charge!"

"Are we also going to the intelligence department?" the newcomer asked blankly.

"Nonsense," he rolled his eyes at the guy, and picked up the rifle on the ground. "The Summoner can't fight without the blue bar. Brothers, come with me!"

"Ouch!"

Seeing that the leaders were all on board, several intelligence players also picked up their rifles, recalling the postures they learned from the pangolin, and launched a charge towards the opposite highland No. 330.

Due to the failure of the communication device, the battlefield was in chaos. In addition to roars and shouts, there were endless gunshots and explosions.

Except for a few drone operators, the ones most affected by EMP are undoubtedly the Wolf Cavalry troops. The neural connection equipment installed on the back of the Deathclaw's neck has been severely affected.

However, only some of them are affected.

Most of the Deathclaws have been tamed by players. Even without the interference of neural connection devices, they are accustomed to obeying and can still carry out the orders of their owners.

But there are also some who lose control due to injuries or aroused ferocity.

Once an out-of-control situation occurs, in order to avoid the chain reaction caused by it, players can only reluctantly replace their mounts no matter how reluctant they are.

"The high ground is ahead!"

"dash forward!!!"

He ripped off the malfunctioning headset, took out the assault whistle, held it in his mouth, and blew it with all his strength.

The piercing whistle resounded throughout the entire camp, completely igniting the passion in everyone's hearts.

"Kill!"

"For the Alliance!!!"

The high slope of hundreds of meters is gone in an instant.

Urging his mount to rush forward, he drew the edge of the water close to the back of the Deathclaw, rushed to the front, aimed at the trench closest to the hillside, and then threw the prepared missile to the position in front. grenade with wooden handle.

"bomb!"

Upon hearing the order to drop bombs, the Wolf Cavalry in the front row threw out the grenades in their hands, and some also took out their "Tornado" grenade launchers.

It was a weapon produced by Goblin Technology. It imitated the wheel design of the MGL grenade launcher. It could empty all six grenades within three seconds and instantly unleash a wave of mid-range suppressive firepower.

Explosions lit up the trenches.

More than a dozen Wilant soldiers were killed on the spot, and the remaining one retreated in horror, trying to retreat to the rear defense line. However, before he could climb out of the half-dug trench, he was killed by a galloping wolf. The cavalrymen used engineering shovels to lift open the skull.

Seeing the death claws rushing towards the position from the southwest, the Valantian soldiers squatting in the trenches widened their eyes.

"What kind of monster is that?!"

"Death Claw! It's Death Claw!"

The devil that lives in the swamp or the rain forest...

They never dreamed that they would see them in the desert, let alone that these alien species standing at the top of the food chain would be used as mounts by barbarians!

But there was no time for them to think at this moment. The bright bayonets and flickering gun flames were already striking their faces!

A team of ten men was instantly submerged under the iron hooves of the Wolf Cavalry.

A whole trench followed!

These monsters running rampant on the battlefield ignore the terrain at all. They are like cuirassiers flying over the walls. Every swing of their claws can take away a living life.

And under the protection of the exoskeleton, it is extremely difficult to kill it!

As the wolf cavalry rushed into position, the battle quickly turned from a stalemate in the middle distance to a hand-to-hand fight.

The troops originally responsible for the feint attack also launched a charge towards the chaotic position after hearing the charge whistle.

Both sides were so close to each other that they could clearly see each other's nostrils, fighting for every trench, every rock, and even every sandbag bunker on the rugged terrain...

Traces of light were like sparks flying on a campfire, flying automatically in the night sky without wind, and almost every wisp of extinguished fire was stained with scorched blood.

…

Hill 330, shrouded in darkness, was lit by burning flames.

At the same time, in the night sky in the northern part of the highland, fifty "Eagle" fighter jets appeared below the clouds.

"The exchange of fire on Highland 330 is fierce. The two sides have begun a melee. The frontline troops did not respond to our signals..." Staring at the position where the firefight continued, Akante picked up the walkie-talkie and reported the situation on the frontline to the rear through the airborne radio.

He is the captain of the Falcon Kingdom's 1st Flying Squadron, and the mission assigned to him by the Army Aviation Command Center is to lead the 1st Flying Squadron to support the friendly forces at Highland 330.

No matter what, Highland 330 cannot be lost!

Otherwise, the entire 40,000-strong team will be in crisis!

Akante naturally knew the importance of this mission, but the position was in chaos and nothing could be seen clearly. The ground troops were more like deaf people and did not respond to his call.

The headquarters was also unable to contact those armies, and could only order them to make their own judgments to support friendly forces based on the situation.

But it was so dark that nothing could be seen clearly, let alone support.

"Oh shit……"

After hanging up the communication, Arcante was about to give the order to lower the altitude when he suddenly saw looming black spots from below the clouds in the south.

It's an Alliance plane!

Akante's pupils contracted violently.

The scene in front of him reminded him of the fierce battle that broke out over the Capital of Plenty that day.

To be honest, he wasn't very impressed by the Alliance aircraft.

Although they are also propeller aircraft, in terms of maneuverability and shooting accuracy, those aircraft are more than a little bit behind the "Eagle" fighter jets provided to them by the Legion.

To put it bluntly, those planes are just like things that have been pieced together at random, and they are useless except for being cheap.

However, the pilots who flew the planes left a profound impression on him.

Alliance pilots are like devils who are not afraid of death. They will replace their opponents even if they destroy their aircraft and kill people.

but--

There's no Heart of Steel to provide them with cover this time!

Without the slightest hesitation, Arcant switched the airborne radio to the formation channel and shouted an order into the intercom.

"An enemy aircraft group was discovered due south!"

"Prepare to attack!"

These planes must not be allowed to get close to Hill 330!

They need to get rid of these troubles before supporting friendly forces!

At the same time, opposite the Falcon Kingdom's first flight formation.

Looking at the fleet of planes heading straight towards him, Mosquito's eyes not only showed no fear, but instead shone with excitement.

Previously, the Legion's "Saber" fighter jets came to visit the Heart of Steel and then returned. The two sides were unable to do anything to each other.

The prudent manager deliberately waited until the other party was far away and the fuel was almost exhausted before letting the carrier-based aircraft on the airship take off.

Mosquito originally thought that this escort mission would be boring. After all, the mobile radar station deployed by the Legion in Oasis No. 3 could not search for them beyond visual distance.

However--

Dog Planning did not disappoint him!

While pushing down the afterburner valve, Mosquito grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted excitedly.

"Attention, all teams, an enemy fighter group has been spotted due north! Formation A continues to perform escort missions! Formation B follows me! Brothers, charge them!"

Answers from each squad leader quickly came through the communication channel.

"receive!"

Forty W-2 "Mosquito" attack aircraft immediately broke away from the flight formation and headed towards the Falcon Kingdom's first flight formation without hesitation.

The two sides were like lancers with spears, aiming at each other's vital points. No one gave in, and no one turned around to avoid it.

If anyone gets scared at this time, even if it is just a moment of hesitation, he will shift the joystick in his hand——

It's like leaving your tail to the other side to bite!

Close to effective range.

Both sides pulled the trigger to fire almost at the same time!

The hot and thick gun flames boiled the originally gentle evening wind, and thick and long tracers filled the night sky, tearing the tranquility of the night into pieces.

In the blink of an eye, black smoke and even flames erupted from dozens of planes. The fight between the two sides quickly turned from a fight to kill each other, to a fight between you and each other.

For a moment, burning iron rain fell from the sky, and the flames of war seemed to extend from the ground to the sky.

The forty W-2 "Mosquitoes" that broke away from the formation soon suffered more than half of their casualties. However, the Falcon Kingdom's first flying formation did not get any benefits. Fifty "Eagle"s were forcibly replaced, and fifteen of them were forcibly replaced. shelf.

Looking at the dozen holes punched out of the wings and hatch cover, Arcante gritted his teeth and used all his strength to pull back the out-of-control nose of the plane.

Looking back at the night sky behind him, he was about to find the next target when he suddenly noticed something abnormal in the flying formation that continued to move forward.

The other party did not send all the planes up. Some of them had already flown behind them and continued northward.

Isn't their target Highland 330?

"Something's wrong...there's something weird about these planes."

Akante frowned, and through the moonlight that filtered through the thin clouds, he could barely see clearly the several planes that were protected in the center of the fleet.

That outline...

Is it a transport plane? !

He was stunned for a moment, then a trace of fear was written on his face.

Without any hesitation, he grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted.

"Report to command! Enemy transport plane found!"

"...The enemy aircraft group has crossed Highland 330 and is heading towards the command post of the 40,000th Army!"

Then he switched to the formation channel and roared an order.

"The enemy transport plane is breaking through our defense zone!"

"Stop them!"

Maybe I finally realized something.

The Falcon Kingdom flight formation suddenly gave up the fight with the Goblin Corps and frantically pursued the Alliance's transport fleet.

But it was obviously too late.

Following Mosquito's order, the escorting Formation A turned around and rushed towards the pursuing "Eagle" fighter jets.

At the same time, the transport planes flattened their fuselages and opened their doors.

The red alarm bell rang, and players wearing exoskeletons got up from the seats on both sides of the cabin one after another, carrying umbrella bags and walked to the door of the cabin to form a neat queue.

The airflow drawn into the cabin made the sharp-edged armor whistle loudly, and the flames of the machine guns and long and thick traces flashed outside the cabin.

There was no trace of fear in his eyes.

Only burning fighting spirit!

This is their stage.

Standing at the door of the cabin, Lao Bai, wearing "Dragoon" power armor, shouted loudly on the communication channel with a loud voice.

"Watch your map and watch your step!"

"Our target is the command post of the 40,000th Army. Remember not to get hung up on the anti-aircraft guns, let alone step on the heads of the brothers of the Death Corps!"

"We'll go help them after we've solved the trouble below!"

"Jump--!"

The clean roar blended into the howling night wind. Lao Bai took the lead and stepped outside the cabin, jumping into the hail of bullets with a group of team members armed to the teeth.

Compared with the evening when the Heart of Steel landed——

This little firepower is nothing at all.

Parachutes bloomed in the sky, like dandelions floating in the fire, falling towards the ground under the cover of night.

And below them, the dimly lit camp was like a beacon in the storm, guiding them in the direction.

Aware of the situation in the air.

The only remaining anti-aircraft gun on Highland 330 tried to fire at the Burning Corps. However, within two seconds of firing, it was sent away with rifle grenades by the Wolf Cavalry who rushed up.

At the same time, hundreds of kilometers away in the sky, a jet plane was speeding towards them.

The model of the aircraft was the "Sabre" that returned earlier.

He had just completed supplies at the frontline airport and had barely gotten out of the cabin when he received the order to take off again.

Looking at the twinkling firelights in the night sky in the distance, Yukar, who was sitting in the cabin, curled up into a sneer.

Propeller plane...

For these little guys who are as slow as mosquitoes, even pressing the cannon for 0.1 seconds would be a waste of ammunition!

It's a pity that we didn't see the ornithopter.

Those five little flies just showed their faces during the day and immediately hid back on the airship.

But it doesn’t matter.

No matter what the Alliance pilots were flying, he would ask them to use their bodies to remember how to write the word death!

Yukar calmly pushed down the throttle, and the flames ejected from the tail engine suddenly enlarged. The speed quickly exceeded Mach 3, and accelerated towards the battlefield a hundred kilometers away.

However, at this moment, Yukar's heart suddenly became alarmed, and he tilted the joystick almost instinctively.

The flames flashed from below the clouds, and he didn't even see what the plane looked like. The explosion that broke through the sound barrier almost penetrated his eardrums.

So fast!

Yukar, who was surviving the disaster, his heart beating wildly, glanced at the unresponsive airborne radar, and then suddenly looked behind him, but could not see anything.

Just at that moment, a plane "swooshed" almost next to him. The air compressed by the wings jerked him to the left, and even almost shattered his hatch!

That speed must be at least Mach 3!

The relative speed of Mach 6 is two kilometers per second!

He could be sure that the other party was rushing to die with him just now. And in order not to expose the target in advance, he didn't even fire!

What tactic is this? !

"Is this guy... so crazy?"

There is no doubt that the other side is also a jet plane like him.

Through the cabin glass, he could vaguely see the looming blue flames below the clouds - that was the engine's tail flame!

Suppressing his frantic heartbeat, Yukar tilted the control stick to the right, trying to see the position of the fighter clearly, while trying to cut into the rear hemisphere of the enemy plane from the right.

However, the other party is obviously a veteran!

Just as he was doing a high-G turn maneuver, the opponent reacted almost at the same time. He opened the speed brake and made a sharp turn to defend, pulled the nose toward his center of bend, and cut at a low speed. His inside.

“Buzz——!”

The machine gun bullets whizzed past, almost grazing his wingtips. Hearing the sound of machine guns coming from far away, Yukar broke into a cold sweat behind his back.

"Grass!"

Just a little bit...

His car almost turned into a pile of scrap metal!

In the past eight years, the opponents he has encountered are basically propeller aircraft.

Even if we occasionally come across some oddities that burn coal or oil, we rarely see supersonic fighters that can break the sound barrier.

He could feel that the aircraft's performance was not outstanding, and he was superior in terms of maneuverability and maximum speed.

However--

The opponent's pilot made up for this shortcoming with his superb driving skills and accurately caught his momentary flaw.

Unlike myself, who has always targeted the indigenous people for air strikes, that person obviously knows better how to fight against opponents who are more mobile.

Unexpectedly, he encountered a well-matched opponent in this desolate desert, and Yukar couldn't help but feel a raging fighting spirit in his heart.

"Come on! Show me what you're capable of!"

He was muttering in his mouth, and while putting down the fuel and opening the speed brake, he punched the control stick in the opposite direction with both hands, preparing to bite the rear hemisphere of the enemy plane.

Falcon Kingdom's squadrons are on their own.

I hope they can live up to their expectations...

At the same time, Luo Yu, who was driving the "Ling Yun" fighter jet, clicked his tongue.

"10G acceleration...is this guy also an awakened person?"

Not just pilots…

The performance of that aircraft is also outrageous!

Originally considering that the performance gap was too big and there was no chance of winning in a dog fight, he planned to exchange it with one that was obviously more expensive and send him away.

Unexpectedly, this move "Powerful Flying Brick" was actually dodged!

Not only that, with two useless TV bombs attached and the back hemisphere bitten by himself, the opponent actually made a sharp turn to dodge a barrage of cannons fired by his talent!

With this mobility alone, if it were put into reality, even the F-22 would not be its opponent.

However, it is outrageous that such a powerful aircraft is equipped with such a high-end airborne radar and stealth materials, which cannot even take out air-to-air missiles.

Seeing that the opponent had completely abandoned the illusion of supporting the friendly fighter group, and turned around to kill himself first, Luo Yu took a deep breath, and the will to fight was also ignited in his chest.

Just in time!

Holding the joystick tightly with both hands, he stared at the looming black spot outside the cabin and squeezed out half a sentence through his teeth.

"Look directly at me - bastard!"

…

The two jet fighters entered into a battle on the horizontal plane. The engines of both sides drew scissor-shaped trajectories in the air, and the cannons bit each other, fighting for each other's rear hemisphere.

Not far away.

The alliance's fighter group and the Falcon Kingdom's fighter group have not yet decided the winner, and the remaining ten or so fighter jets are still fighting fiercely.

Highland No. 330 has turned into a bloody meat grinder. The wolf cavalry charging up the high ground wantonly killed the fleeing infantry.

Although Simond still led a thousand men directly under the 40,000th Army to resist stubbornly, due to the delay in waiting for effective reinforcements from the Air Force, the balance of victory was clearly in the hands of the Alliance.

However, the alliance seemed not to be satisfied with the three ongoing battles, and soon opened up a fourth battlefield tonight!

Above the sky lit by tracers, parachutes all over the sky fell from the sky, reflecting in every eye on the ground.

The guards stationed in the camp raised their rifles and pointed at the sky and fired. However, facing the dark night sky and the parachutes gliding and falling, they could not effectively hit. Even if they got a lucky shot, it would be difficult to penetrate the exoskeleton armor.

The distance of hundreds of meters flies by in an instant.

A powered armor with three parachutes was the first to land in the center of the camp.

I saw that the man actually ignored the hail of bullets fired at him, skillfully wielded the combat knife to cut the parachute rope, and then smoothly took off the light machine gun hanging on the armor, and fired at the camp.

"Get down if you don't want to die!" While venting his firepower, he turned on the speaker and pushed forward.

As the power armor was deployed, hundreds of soldiers wearing exoskeletons landed across the camp.

In addition, following this group of airborne troops, there were more than fifty Y-2 "Butterfly Knife" quad-rotor drones with muzzles hanging.

The guards, who had almost no chance to go to the front line, were no match for these monsters. They were killed with almost just one contact and were completely defeated.

Standing at the door of the camp, General Soft stared blankly at the camp where gunfire was boiling.

Airborne troops...

The alliance’s ace force…

Those cloudy pupils flashed with a moment of loss, and this loss soon turned into deep despair.

There were only six Centuries in the entire camp.

Among these six hundred-man teams, more than half of the logistics units such as communications, transportation, engineers, etc. are included. The only ones with real combat effectiveness are probably a guard team and an officer team.

Neither the guard nor the officer corps is a direct combat force, so they are no match for the alliance's elite troops.

What is he guarding against? !

His shoulders and lips were trembling uncontrollably. Soft's old face turned red, he clenched his fists, and finally couldn't hold back his emotions and cursed loudly.

"...this damn skunk!"

If that skunk hadn't overstepped his command and transferred his own thousand-man team, how could he be in this situation now!

"That idiot must take full responsibility for this battle! When I return to Triumph City... I must ask the legion commander for a copy!"

Looking at General Soft, who was blowing his beard and staring in anger, the adjutant on the side was so anxious that he didn't know where his hat was. He grabbed his arm and begged.

"General, now is not the time to talk about this! The Alliance has invested at least five hundred - no, more than a thousand people here. Let's withdraw quickly!"

Soft's face was stiff and his Adam's apple moved.

Although he was unwilling to leave his men and escape alone, he knew that if he fell into the hands of the Alliance, the situation would only get worse.

Listening to the gunfire one after another in the camp, he lowered his trembling voice.

"Have the maps and documents...been burned?"

The adjutant nodded quickly.

"It's all burned! I blew up the table where the radio station is placed!"

"Very good... I have taken note of this grudge, and I will avenge it in the future!" After gritting his teeth, Soft turned to look at his adjutant, "Let's withdraw!"

"follow me!"

After trotting along with Soft, the adjutant quickly got into the jeep parked at the door of the barracks. However, just as he was about to start the car, he saw that the key could not be found.

"The key... strange, where did the key go?"

Were you still here just now?

The adjutant was sweating profusely and rummaging around in the driver's seat.

Soft stared at this guy with wide eyes and was about to call him an idiot when a light cough suddenly came from behind the two of them.

The two quickly turned to look behind the jeep.

I saw a soldier wearing an exoskeleton standing by the road.

He was holding a sniper rifle on his right shoulder, throwing a bunch of car keys in his left hand, and was looking at the two people in the jeep with a playful smile.

The lame couplet seemed to be mocking their funny performance.

"Is this what you're looking for?"