The loading was carried out in an orderly manner, while Zhu Tian led Zhou Weiguo to the roof of the building more than 200 meters away.

Lifting the telescope, Zhu Tian squinted at Jia City, 13 kilometers away, and grinned.

"Hurry up and take a closer look now, it will change later."

Zhou Weiguo did not pick up the telescope, but glanced at the row of honeycomb-shaped rockets with some worry, and said with a wry smile.

"Is it really not necessary to withdraw the soldiers from the city first?"

As for the weapons from two centuries ago, he was really worried whether these firecrackers would fall on his own people.

"Don't worry, leaving a distance of one kilometer is enough."

Although the accuracy of this old man's weapon was a bit off, it couldn't have been more than a kilometer off target. Zhu Tian couldn't help but give Zhou Weiguo a sideways glance.

Don't underestimate the wisdom of the "ancients".

"Marshal...where did you get these old antiques?" Zhou Weiguo picked up the command tablet and couldn't help but ask a lot.

"The launching vehicle comes from a certain military museum, and the ammunition is produced according to the drawings." Zhu Tian replied casually, not paying attention to his abruptness.

Hearing that Zhu Tian didn't intend to say anything more, Zhou Weiguo wisely stopped asking any more questions. He had no doubt about loyalty, but curiosity was something everyone would have.

The Yunchi-50 has arrived in the sky above Jia City, barely hovering outside the mutants' air defense range.

Covered by radioactive dust and clouds, it hid its existence and provided Zhu Tian and the two with an aerial view of the battlefield. The wide-area radio life signal detection device was turned on, scanning the location of the mutants and identifying them where they were.

The tablet in Zhou Weiguo's hand was marked with red dots.

Judging from the number of red dots, which is just 10,000, the mutants must have used life signal shielding devices, but after all, this shielding device has a limited range and can only cover some important targets.

After he circled the unmarked targets through manual observation, Zhou Weiguo nodded to Zhu Tian and then handed over the tablet in his hand.

The first shot will be ordered by the marshal himself!

Looking at the loaded launch vehicles in the open space two hundred meters away, Zhu Tian took the tablet from Zhou Weiguo's hand.

The distance parameters and strike position are clear at a glance.

"The whole battalion listens to the order! The azimuth angle is 220°, the distance is 14.1 kilometers, and the artillery attack is ready!"

The honeycomb-shaped rocket launch box slowly lifted up and stopped at almost the same angle. When he saw the blue flags that were ready, he took a deep breath and handed the tablet back to Zhou Weiguo's hand.

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Raising his hand and pressing the button on the headset, Zhu Tian looked in the direction of Jiashi and shouted sharply.

"Fire!"

Zhu Tian swore that this was definitely the most spectacular fireworks he had ever seen.

If you don’t count the time in virtual reality.

The billowing smoke suddenly obscured the launch vehicle.

Rockets roared one after another, shooting into the distance like bows and arrows all over the sky. In just twenty seconds, 320 rockets were poured into the air. Looking at the smoke column getting further and further away in the distance, Zhu Tian couldn't help but

exclaimed.

"It's a pity that the explosion effect can't be seen."

Zhou Weiguo silently handed the tablet back to Zhu Tian's arms. He had just finished setting the combat instructions.

"Oh, by the way, there is this thing." Zhu Tian smiled, took the tablet from Zhou Weiguo, and looked towards the battlefield.

…

By the broken bridge.

The mutants huddled behind the bunker holding the machine guns, ready to face the New Ming soldiers' position on the other side of the river. Yesterday, the New Ming people tried to build pontoons three times to attack, but they were all defeated by the shells, machine guns and recoilless rifles they had on hand.

Suppressed and returned.

The mortars and electromagnetic guns on the opposite side caused them a lot of trouble, but it didn't matter. All the mutants had no doubt that as long as they persisted, the first ones who couldn't be consumed would definitely be these stupid humans!

"They can't hold on any longer! We have enough ammunition and we are stronger! When winter comes, it will be their death!"

Standing at the back of the position, a mutant commander wearing a suit made of Deathclaw skin waved the machine gun in his hand and roared loudly to his comrades who were prostrate in the fighting position, boosting their morale.

In the mutant society, clothing often symbolizes strength and status. Only warriors who have defeated the Deathclaw alone are qualified to wear its skin as a battle robe.

"what is that!"

But at this moment, a mutant squatting behind the anti-tank gun yelled roughly and pointed his finger at the black spot on the horizon.

"It might be their little toy, don't panic. We have anti-aircraft machine guns and EMP."

Muttering rudely, the mutant commander pulled off the telescope from his chest.

The toy he was referring to was naturally the new Ming Dynasty's Hummingbird drone. When an EMP grenade was fired, the drone fell to the ground like an electrocuted fly. No one was afraid of these gadgets anymore.

After boarding the drone, they pulled off the fuse of the EMP grenade. Although EMP would also disable the red dot sights on their firearms, no one cared about this.

Mutants don't need to aim, mutants just need to unleash their firepower!

The ugly eyebrows were bunched up. The captain adjusted the focus and looked intently at the black dot on the horizon.

Bang.

The telescope in his hand fell to the ground, and when the mutants around him looked at him in confusion, his ugly face gradually became distorted.

"Lie down quickly!"

Roaring, he threw himself into the foxhole beside him under the confused gazes of the mutants.

But this doesn't make much sense...

Boom boom boom——!

The overwhelming rockets rained down death. The mutants who were stuck in the trenches and bunkers witnessed in horror this purgatory-like scene, as well as their comrades and their own flying limbs.

The flames of the explosion covered every inch of soil, plowing through the mutant positions, leaving behind a pile of tattered weapon remains and charred limbs. The coverage of rockets detonated the weapons in the trenches and foxholes.

The ammunition box caused a secondary explosion, and the trench was a mess of blood and flesh.

The round of floor washing is over!

But the mutant nightmare is not over yet.

The vortex engine sprayed, and the power armor crossed the river first. The engineers ran forward and placed a pontoon bridge for the tanks to pass. Followed by soldiers wearing mechanical exoskeletons and tanks with roaring engines.

With steel plates hanging on their chests, thousands of mutants armed with machine guns stood up from further positions and rushed toward the river crazily. They fired while advancing, trying to regain control of the river bank. Some mutants even

They carried mortar barrels and fired flatly, and some even ran wildly with self-detonating nuclear bombs.

There are also lead mutants holding power hammers. Unless they are facing the Type 50 electromagnetic gun, their armor and recovery power are almost invincible. They ignore the hail of bullets and roar toward the New Daming position.

go.

However, before they reached the halfway point, they were horrified to discover that rockets roared towards them again in the distance...

…

The thick gun smoke in the distance dotted the wasteland full of ruins, like the tip of a pen outlining the rugged curves bit by bit.

The rockets continued to rise into the air, and then fell, raining death on the mutants in the distance.

The flying shrapnel could not penetrate the lead mutants' armor, but it shattered their internal organs and brains. Even though the mutants' recovery ability was extremely terrifying, they could not escape the fact that they were living creatures.

Facing the artillery fire of the New Ming Dynasty, the mutants became much more cautious. They huddled in foxholes, spread out their dense positions, and tried to use a loose formation to deal with the artillery fire of the New Ming Dynasty. There were only two thoughts that prompted them to persevere.

They're running out of ammunition!

This is just the final craziness!

However, facts have proven that this is just wishful thinking.

There were a lot of rockets on Zhu Tian's side, more than they could imagine.

Facing the loose formation of the mutants, Zhu Tian also changed the repertoire of the "Stalin Organ". Maintaining an output frequency of 40 rounds per minute. Eight BM-21 rocket launchers fired one after another, covering the mutant positions from a wide angle.

At the same time, the First Corps was also ordered by Zhu Tian to

He ordered the attack to stop and stopped to enjoy the performance of this explosive symphony.

The fire on the tablet screen kept flickering, and the continuous artillery fire caused a large number of residential buildings that had been in disrepair to collapse, burying alive the mutants huddled inside. Although landmark buildings such as the Jiashi Sports Center remained standing,

It also looks precarious from the outside.

The bombing continued for more than an hour, and the entire downtown area of ​​Jiashi was in a mess as if it had been run over by a bulldozer.

Feeling a little tired from being shaken by the screen, Zhu Tian put the screen back into Zhou Weiguo's hand.

Looking at the fire on the screen, Zhou Weiguo was secretly speechless.

To be honest, he really didn't expect that this old-fashioned weapon could produce such terrifying combat effectiveness.

"It's so shocking." Ten minutes later, Zhou Weiguo put down the tablet in admiration.

"How many have been thrown away?" Zhu Tian asked casually.

Zhou Weiguo glanced at the pile of empty wooden boxes and roughly estimated: "About five thousand were fired."

Only five thousand? There are fifteen thousand left.
To be continued...