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, which was gradually shrouded in darkness, with 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 deep into their own side.
Yote couldn't help but be a little confused.
The day before yesterday, their friendly forces were still stumbling upon the alliance on the radio, making the latter bruised and swollen. Why were they suddenly penetrated?
In any case, the headquarters was definitely not joking with him.
Yote didn't want to take his own life as a joke, so he immediately sent a reconnaissance team and an engineer team to plant explosives at the foot of the mountain.
Except for the team operating the radar and anti-aircraft guns, which remained stationary, he also sent others to dig holes on the slopes of the highlands 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 road on the north side of Highland No. 33.
I saw dust billowing in the night, and dozens of trucks filled with heavily armed soldiers were 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 specially 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-Man 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 command post defense and support?
Could it be 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 soldiers 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 ordinary 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 Vaillants.
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 bright jet-black exterior light exuded a cold light under the moonlight, and even a single shot could not 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 Simond, the commander of the Ganmen team.
When he first joined the 40,000th Army, he served as a 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?"
Simon De did not waste his time chatting with his guest wife, so he spoke concisely and concisely.
The general headquarters ordered me to go to Hill 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 leadership team...
He could even imagine General Soft's furious expression.
Noticing the surprised expression on Yot's face, Simond added behind 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 in a tacit understanding to widen the defense Simond's side.
Not idle, he obtained a more detailed regional map from Yodt, which contained 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!"
Yodt immediately went ahead, but Simond went to the observation post at the forefront.
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 there are no machine guns deployed. We are an air defense squadron. There are only two heavy machine guns in the entire team. These two machine guns are deployed due south and southeast. That side is facing the road. Simond interrupted him.
If so, Jimai asked.
"How many anti-aircraft guns are there?" "...Four." "Then dismantle one 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 came closer to the map, looked at the location selected by Commander Simond, and then raised his head in confusion.
"Sir, there is no road at all on our southwest side. 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 darkness in the distance.
Not only vegetation, but also rocks standing there.
There are even bunkers 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, they can't be in a mountainous area with no roads."
One hundred and fifty kilometers cross-country. Unless they plan to linger here until next month."
"It's really possible for them to fly over." Simond said lightly.
Yot was stunned for a moment. "What do you mean?"
Simond continued.
"The command post of the 40,000th Army is the target of the Alliance armored forces. Highland 330 will probably be handed over to the airborne troops to deal with it."
Yod suddenly looked at the night sky outside the observation window, and saw that it was clear there, not even a single 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 plans to send infantry to infiltrate his position from the southwest with the help of these anti-aircraft artillery units, it 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 air barrier troops behind the hills on the southwest side, and use the cover of night and vegetation to infiltrate Hill 330 on foot." As he said this, he patted the standing centurion.
long shoulder.
"Highland 33 determines how far they can go. Let your people be mentally prepared. There will probably be a tough battle tonight."
Yote swallowed hard and stood up straight.
"yes!"
Just when Simond was explaining the defense plan to Yodt, the two of them didn't know that several ghostly figures were lying under their noses. Behind the hill on the southwest side of Highland 33, behind the reverse slope of the top 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 recorded in military history!
But there is no pride in edge paddling.
Reaching the combat position is only the first step, and just getting there quickly 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 also had surprise in his eyes.
"This is a hundred-man army?!"
I see there are more than a hundred people on the southwest side alone!" Yang Youbao couldn't help but complain.
Debt looked at the silent edge of the water with big eyes, and asked in a lowered voice.
"It feels like there are quite a few of them. Should we go around a little further to the west? Go around to their north and dig out their butts!"
Edge of Water shook his head.
"If we go around again, 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 33 is another anti-aircraft artillery position. Once discovered, what awaits them will be the same pair of crossfires from the east and west sides.
Almost the entire mountainous area is under the control of the legion, and 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!"
Upon hearing this, the players lying on the reverse slope looked at each other in confusion.
"Did they find us?"
"They may not have discovered us, but they may have discovered a loophole in the defense line on the southwest side." Edge of Water frowned, staring at the few engineers who were busy doing their best. "There was an engineer platoon at the foot of the mountain, and there was another one at the top of the mountain.
, engineers and soldiers are almost forming a company, what kind of centurion is this?"
"I think so too," Yang Youbao nodded seriously, "the engineer company must be equipped at the regiment level! There must be a thousand-man team on that mountain!"
What should we do now?" Looking at Brother Bian, who was carrying an umbrella but not a knife, he whispered in a low voice, "How about we wait for the construction site guys to catch up and then fight."
They didn't have an advantage in terms of numbers, and they were still fighting a tough battle, so they still suffered some casualties.
When the three-wheeled brothers at the back catch up, it will be much safer for three thousand people to push up together.
"We can't wait any longer. If we wait any longer, they'll even build a bunker!" Bing Shui put down the telescope in his hand and looked at Big Eyes lying on the side. "Where's your drone?" Seeing that a fight was about to start.
Yes, Debt said excitedly.
"Already prepared!"
"Very good," Bing Shui nodded and continued to order, "Send all the drones out, remember to mark the target first, and wait for my order before attacking! Try to knock out their firepower points at once, without giving them any chance to breathe.
!”
"How ridiculous!"
The big-eyed debtor nodded his head excitedly and slipped down the hillside.
Edge Pad continued to look at Yangata Bao who was lying aside.
"You take five hundred infantrymen, quickly go around to the southeast of Hill 330, and launch a feint attack against the edge of the road towards the top of the mountain!"
"yes!
Yang Matabao nodded quickly and followed the direction of the debtor's eyes.
I retreated to the back of the counter-slope, and with the faint light from the edge of the water, I glanced at the time on the M screen.
It is alliance time [20:15].
fifteen minutes.
Those "little guys" should have rested. I tapped the headset with my index finger, flicked the edge of the headset to switch the communication system to the full channel, and lowered my voice.
"Attention all teams, the operation will begin in ten minutes!"
There was no trace of fear, and he was answered with eager answers.
"receive!"
【20:22】
It's still quiet around Highland 330.
After glancing at the engineers working at Banshan Nuan, Yote, who was patrolling the position, breathed a sigh of relief and turned off the flashlight in his hand.
It's already this point, and there's still no movement at all.
It seems that the alliance plans to postpone the operation until the middle of the night.
Thinking of this, Yote, who was relaxing, couldn't help but feel a little irritated. It seemed like he wouldn't have a good night's sleep tonight.
Following Yote, the adjutant was silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask.
"I don't understand, since General Griffin has concluded that the Alliance will definitely launch an attack tonight and sends airborne troops, why don't we just send planes to intercept them?"
Yote said casually.
"Our aircraft are already on standby, but the alliance's aircraft are a bit weird, and it is difficult for general airborne radar to detect them."
This is what Chief Simond told him.
In fact, he could guess it even without saying it.
For the bombed high-foam positions in Zone 4, the radar did not detect the problem until the enemy aircraft had already approached visual distance.
From this perspective, it is indeed possible for the alliance to use the cover of night to throw the airborne troops right under their noses.
No matter how fast the "Nao Dao" fighter jet cruises, it is unlikely that the moment it spots those transport planes, it can shoot them down before those airborne troops parachute.
Looking at the worried adjutant, Yote patted his shoulder and comforted him.
"Don't worry, General Soft has sent his thousands of troops here. Even if the alliance really throws paratroopers in our face, we can swat them to death like a mosquito.
On the mountainside—1”
Before he finished speaking, the peaceful night was suddenly broken by the sound of a gunshot.
The light in the middle of the mountain shook violently. An engineer who was digging a hole was shot and fell to the ground. The engineer next to him quickly extinguished the flashlight in his hand and fell down.
However, their movements were still half a beat too slow.
In less than half a second, intensive gunfire resounded like cannons on the southeast side of Highland 33. The engineering team that was laying explosives suffered heavy casualties in an instant, and only feeble wails were left on the mountainside.
"Enemy attack!"
After coming back to his senses, Yote roared and quickly rushed to the nearest bunker. Almost at the same time, the piercing siren sounded throughout the entire No. 33 position.
It’s actually the southeast direction!”
Looking at the southeastern position through the small window of the observation post, Simond's expression moved slightly.
However, this does not mean that your judgment is wrong.
Even if they land behind the hills on the southwest side, those people can follow the reverse slope and go around to their southeast side before launching an attack.
Perhaps seeing the flat anti-aircraft gun made them change their attention. Without any hesitation, Simond decisively picked up the walkie-talkie and gave the order.
"1st Support Squadron fires flares!"
At the same time as the order was issued, the mortars directly under the Ganren Team quickly rushed to the combat position.
With a few loud bangs, dozens of flares rose into the sky, lighting up all the hills around Highland 330.
I saw silhouettes of people lying on the hills on the southeast side. They dug simple foxholes and were firing at Hill 330 with their light machine guns and rifles.
The distance between the two sides is less than 500 meters.
At the same time, two centurions took advantage of the cover of night to reach the east side of Hill 33 and the foot of the south side of the mountain. 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 attack, clear division of labor, and tacit cooperation are truly worthy of the name of the elite. And with this density of firepower, there are at least four centurions!
Maybe even five!
If I 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 never imagined that what they were facing was not the support squadron of only a hundred people they saw during the day, but the strongest ace of the 40,000-man team - the thousand-man team!
Picking up the walkie-talkie, Simond ordered in a cold voice.
"Attention all units, the force in front of us is the Burning Corps, the rumored most elite ace of the Alliance." "This is the group that severely humiliated our Air Force brothers and took away the Heart of Steel.
Zhang Na.”
"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 out in a cold sweat.
It’s only seventeen kilometers from Highland 330 to here!
After looking at the map for so long, he certainly wouldn't be unclear about what it would mean to him once he loses it.
Not only will the command post be exposed to the Alliance's firepower projection range, but the four thousand-man teams that return to defend will also face the encirclement and suppression of the Alliance's armored forces and supporting artillery. In the end, the 40,000-man team may only have one number left...
"These beasts have very deep intentions! Haha, go ahead and eat shit!"
Taking out a handkerchief and wiping the sweat from his front, 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 supremacy, and the trump card was thrown out as soon as they did it. 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 boat 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 boss, Fu Yan, who was standing aside, silently chose to shut up.
I don't know which guy it was. After hanging up the phone, he greeted General Griffin's family cordially and finally calmed 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.
superior!"
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 roar of electricity passed, the pilot's voice came.
"This is Diaodao-1. No enemy aircraft has been found in the target empty city."
Hearing the unexpected reply, Griffin frowned slightly.
"Has it already gone?"
The staff officer standing aside also fell into deep thought and spoke after a moment.
This speed is too fast.”
According to General Lai Fen's deployment, the Alliance's airborne troops were intercepted by 1,000 troops directly under the 40,000th Army, while the "Saber" fighter jets were responsible for covering the Alliance Air Force's aerial troops.
However, unexpectedly, the alliance did not send aircraft to support the airborne troops attacking Highland 330. It seemed that they planned to completely hand over the entire highland to the infantry to support them.
Not only that, they didn't even see the transport planes that delivered the infantry, and the ornithopters at the Assault Zone air defense position seemed to have disappeared.
"Did they guess it?" Griffin felt slightly proud, but 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 that the Alliance didn't expect that the 40,000th Army would send additional manpower to Highland 330, but was betting that the Legion didn't expect that it would repeat its old trick of sending airborne troops for a sneak attack, so it simply sent 330
The high ground was completely left 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, they shouldn't suddenly become 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 Heart of Steel's radar search area. Our aircraft cannot continue forward."
The anti-aircraft guns of the Heart of Steel are very ineffective against supersonic aircraft, and it is basically difficult to hit them above Mach 3.
But on the other hand, under the influence of anti-aircraft guns, their aircraft can't play a particularly big role.
Griffin nodded, looked at the communications soldier aside and ordered.
"Let the Debt Knife provide a round of fire support for the defenders at Highland 330, and then immediately return to the frontline airport and stand by."
"In addition, let the Falcon Kingdom's 1st Aviation Squadron take off and take over from the Sabres to provide close support to Highland 330!"
The communications soldier stood at attention and gave a military salute.
"yes!"
"Xiaoyi!"
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 attack caused the alliance's position to become silent for two seconds.
Although the gunshots continued to sound soon, they obviously lost their previous momentum and became much more cautious.
Obviously, the wave of empty weapons caused them a lot of casualties.
Without the cover of rear firepower, the two attacking Centuries immediately fell into a dangerous situation.
Simond, who was in command, did not miss this opportunity. He immediately removed a hundred-man team from other defense areas and moved it 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 destroyed 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 the battle could not be fought quickly in a short period of time, the two sides would soon fall into a stalemate.
"Haha! Well done!" Yot excitedly waved his fist as he watched the fighter jets roaring overhead.
The adjutant standing next to him was also happy.
The alliance is probably stunned by now.
They never dreamed that there would be more than a thousand people suddenly appearing on the hilltop where there was only a hundred-man team during the day.
With only 500 men, I wanted to rush into their position.
What are you daydreaming about?
However, at this moment, on the southwest hill, a dark 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.
It's almost unhumanly fast.
It wasn't until the sentries standing guard on the southwest side noticed something was wrong. They immediately chased the shadows and directed the searchlight to the foot of the mountain on the southwest side of the highland. They saw a series of penetrating sharp claws and a tail covered with scaly armor.
, exuding a cold light under the illumination of the golden searchlight.
When his eyes met those pairs of amber pupils, Yote's eyes went blank for a moment, and the proud expression returned to his face.
The feeling of being stared at by a predator made his whole body feel stiff, as if his blood vessels were frozen, and his feet were like lead.
Even a distance of several hundred meters, even from a condescending 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?!