The gunfire has gradually subsided, but the flames continue to burn.
A Valantian soldier was lying on his back. The bulletproof armor in front of him was completely shattered. His right leg, which had been shot twice, was bleeding profusely. His expression was twisted in pain.
Looking at the powered armor passing by, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. He quickly pulled out his pistol, aimed at it and pulled the trigger.
However, there was only a clicking sound and the sound of the firing pin hitting in the barrel of the gun.
"Grass"
After spitting the bloody saliva, he threw away the pistol. As if he had made up his mind, he took out a grenade from the bulletproof armor with his trembling right hand and pulled out the bolt with force.
A look of madness appeared on the face twisted in pain, and the Valantian soldier roared hysterically towards the powered armor.
"Your Majesty the Marshal"
"boom!"
A short gunshot interrupted the Valante soldier's last madness.
"You called the wrong person."
Putting away the smoking pistol, Lao Bai stretched out his steel-attached right hand and picked up the grenade with the bolt unplugged from next to the hanging hand.
Then give it a firm squeeze.
The grenade was like a Coke can, twisted into a ball under the huge pressure, and the detonator, firing pin, delay tube, etc. all collapsed from the projectile body.
After throwing the spent grenade next to the corpse, Lao Bai walked towards the meeting point without looking back.
Not far away, beside the highway, a dozen officers squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, their faces ashen.
Four players wearing exoskeletons stood nearby and monitored them.
Seeing Lao Bai coming this way, Ye Shi, who was carrying a sniper rifle, walked up to him and cursed.
"These guys are real dogs. The communication equipment was completely smashed, and the maps and documents were all burned! We only rescued some charred remains."
"It doesn't matter, whoever burned it can just fix it."
Lao Bai glanced at the row of officers squatting on the ground.
"Where are the people?"
Ye Shi knew who he was asking, and said with a smile. "I caught him. The guy and his adjutant were planning to run away. I had been watching him from the drone for a long time. But he just decided to do it when he saw something was wrong.
I voted directly, which saved me a lot.
The thing is...here, that's the one squatting on the far side."
Lao Bai followed Ye Shi's line of sight and saw a bad old man squatting on the ground.
If it weren't for the clothes and gaudy epaulettes, he wouldn't have been able to recognize that this guy was actually the captain of the legion and a figure on the same level as Dillon, who previously led the bone-chewing tribe.
The hair with a few gray strands was messy, and the deep-set eye sockets seemed to be inlaid with a gray stone, without a trace of luster. And there was no trace of high spirits on the face with horizontal wrinkles, as if
An ordinary old man.
"By the way, why are these people so weak?"
Feng Feng also had a depressed expression on his face.
"+1, is there really any direct thousand-man team here?"
It feels like they haven't encountered any decent resistance from the moment they landed until now.
I always feel like this fake job is in vain.
Lao Bai made a helpless expression, looked at the old man with the highest military rank squatting on the ground, and asked in non-standard human couplets.
"Why are there only so few people here?"
Seeing that the powered armor was talking to him, Soft was stunned for a moment and looked at him stiffly, with a hint of sadness and anger in his voice.
"If you win, you win. Why humiliate me in this knowing way..."
Several players were stunned for a moment.
A strange expression appeared on Lao Bai's face and he continued to ask.
"What do you mean?"
"Griffin...it was that guy's order. He transferred my thousand-man team to the highlands seventeen kilometers south." Soft continued through gritted teeth, "He told me sworn in the telegram that the Alliance The airborne troops will definitely appear there."
If the Thousand-Man Direct Team was in his hands, how could he not be knocked down by a group of paratroopers jumping on his face?
And even if he takes ten thousand steps back and fails to win, he still has a chance to escape.
Lao Bai and Ye Shi got acquainted, and saw the dumbfounding look on each other's faces.
Good guy.
I originally thought I could finally show off to the fullest this time.
The result is that it’s really soy sauce again!
Seeing that the man stopped talking, Soft hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help asking about the confusion in his heart.
"I don't understand...you are here, so who is attacking Highland 330?"
He couldn't figure it out.
If there are also airborne troops over there,
The Alliance's space airborne troops are too many.
And it was delivered twice in a row, with an interval of less than an hour...
How many airport runways did they have to build and how many planes did they prepare?
"Death Corps." Lao Bai said casually.
"Death...Death Corps?" A trace of confusion appeared on Soft's face.
Not the Burning Legion?
Obviously, the name of the Death Corps has not spread to the ears of the Legion, but it is only slightly famous in the southern part of the River Valley Province.
Lao Bai smiled and continued.
"Well, those guys are also a bunch of ruthless people. With their lifeless fighting style, I even think they are much more ruthless than us."
Soft asked anxiously.
"But how did they show up at Hill 330? No way! You must be lying to me! I've studied every road from here to the front line! Unless your trucks can fly on the ground,
Otherwise, why would it be impossible to arrive in such a short time!”
That’s one hundred and fifty kilometers!
As for the road with twists and turns, the actual length of the road may be twice this number!
Where did these guys come from!?
"Why do you have to take the main road? You can't." Ye Shi looked at this guy strangely and was about to laugh at him, but was stopped by Lao Bai coughing lightly.
"Even if I tell you that they arrived at Highland 330 on foot, you probably won't believe it." Looking at Soft with lonely eyes, Lao Bai shrugged his shoulders, "It's over anyway, how can I do it to you?"
It’s no longer important.”
Heart of Steel, on the bridge.
Chu Guang, who was quietly waiting for the results of the battle, finally waited for the first good news from the front line.
"...the frontline command post of the 40,000th legion has been captured! Commander Soft, his adjutant, staff and other officers have been controlled! We have seized the map and a large number of documents in the command tent, but
A lot of it has been burned down.”
Listening to Lao Bai's report, Chu Guang nodded approvingly.
"Good job."
Lao Bai said respectfully.
"Requesting further instructions!"
Chu Guang glanced at the holographic map spread out in front of him, pondered for a moment and then ordered.
Product. Station on the spot for defense, and arrange a few people to count the victory.
Lao Bai replied neatly.
"
yes!"
The highest-level command post on the front line was removed.
This means that the entire defense line from No. 40 to No. 49, as well as the various logistics hubs and support positions within a depth of 150 kilometers back, have all lost the dispatch and coordination of the command and command system, and even their locations have been exposed on the map.
superior.
This 40,000-person team was basically defeated.
As a mobile command post, the Heart of Steel was able to smoothly and safely enter the strategic depth originally belonging to the 40,000-man team and continue to advance forward.
The only weakness of this big guy is its propeller.
This thing is extremely troublesome to repair, and it happens to be the only power system of this airship. Once it breaks down on the front line, it will become quite troublesome even if the Legion can't do anything about the deflector shield for a while.
Looking at the arrow heading straight in on the strategic map, Chu Guang couldn't help but sigh.
The time now is early nine o'clock in the evening.
In less than twelve hours since the offensive was fully launched, they not only defeated an army of 10,000 people, but also advanced the front line 150 kilometers.
No matter which world it is placed in, this achievement is enough to become a miracle in military history.
"...Originally our plan was for the paratroopers to cooperate with the armored forces to attack the enemy, but now it's tanks chasing the paratroopers."
Vanus, who was standing aside, did not speak when he heard this.
To be honest, he was quite surprised.
Although it is common for plans to fail to keep up with changes, it is rare that progress is so smooth that more radical adjustments are required.
According to the original offensive plan of Plan 3, the alliance will complete the first phase of the offensive within one day, seize position 40 and start the second phase on the third day. The offensive is only 17 meters away from the enemy command post.
Kilometer 330 of Highland.
As a result, no one expected that the battle would go so smoothly, and it only took them one day to complete the second stage of the battle.
Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and tapped on the holographic screen.
There is no news yet on Highland 330, but judging from the aerial footage taken by the drone sent by Xiaoqi, there are only sporadic flames left on the high ground.
The battle there is basically over.
On the other side, compared to the smooth sailing of the ground troops, the Goblin Corps, which was fighting with the legion's flying formation, was at a disadvantage.
Although the pilots who fly the W-2 are highly skilled, the gap in hardware cannot be made up in a short time.
Legion's "Eagle" fighter jets are landing
The Xia Xing Province has been in service for eight years or more, while the W-2 attack aircraft took less than a year from development to production.
This also includes the time the engineers of the Goblin Corps spent "archaeologically" in another world.
Although subsequent improved versions also incorporate some of the new technologies provided by Vault 101, the technological leadership of one or two parts alone has a very limited impact on the overall performance of the equipment.
Although production and technology are always mentioned together, they are actually two dimensions.
Looking at the only five W-2 attack planes left on the screen, Chu Guang opened his mouth and ordered.
"Heart of Steel retracts its anchor chain and moves forward one hundred and fifty kilometers."
"In addition, inform the Goblin Corps that their mission has been completed and ask them to come back quickly."
Xiaoqi's energetic voice soon reached my ears.
"Hello, Master!"
I don’t know what’s going on at Luo Yu yet.
Neither the Alliance's "Ling Yun" nor the Legion's "Saber" were on the Heart of Steel's shipboard radar from the beginning.
Now it has flown beyond the communication range.
This kind of "one kilometer per second" battle, if you stand still and watch it, it's like a fight between gods. It's not surprising that you can fight to the next province.
Without satellites, Chu Guang could only vaguely sense that the player was probably still alive through the manager system.
"...If Luo Yu is found to be back within the communication range, notify him to return to the airport on the ground."
Xiaoqi: "Got it!"
…
Heights 330.
Flames were burning on the pitted position, and corpses and black blood mixed with soil were everywhere beside the damaged sandbag wall.
Shaking away the blood on the engineer's shovel, he glanced at the bloody corpse lying on the ground, and looked away unbearably.
This model is really a bit redundant.
Every time he cleaned the battlefield, he couldn't help but think of the fire scenes he had passed through.
The suffocating air was exactly the same.
In contrast, he still enjoys the fun of leisure exploration in this game, but those fun are based on peace.
Someone has to do these things.
A strange thought suddenly occurred in his mind.
If the operators keep their promise and do not delete files and reset them, they, the closed beta players, will have finished all the battles before the open beta. Gouche
No matter how hard you think about it, you can't come up with anything new. So can this game still be called "Wasteland OL"?
Or did you say that you would simply change your name?
Like "Brave New World" or something.
At this time, the voice of his teammates came from the side, retracting his thoughts that were gradually drifting away.
"Oh my god, it's finally over!"
Holding a rifle in his hand, Laplace walked towards this side.
The miner's exoskeleton he wore earlier was gone. It was probably broken and thrown away. In any case, it was lucky that he didn't die in the explosion.
As for his mount.
Previously, he suddenly lost control while going uphill, and he made up for it himself.
"Where's Big Eye?" Edge Pad asked.
Laplace smiled and said: "Yang Matabao seemed to have seen him. This guy brought the cute guys up to kill him, but the cute guys he brought rushed up, and he himself lay dead on the mountainside.
.”
The edge stroker coughed dryly.
"Guns don't have eyes...it's normal."
With the rifle on his shoulder, Laplace grinned and continued.
"What should I say? Keep moving forward, or defend where you are?"
He thought about it for a while and said.
"Wait for the construction workers and the others."
The battle lasted for a full hour.
Although they successfully captured Hill 330, the Death Corps suffered heavy casualties.
After all, it's low versus high.
The five hundred feigned infantrymen suffered over 60% casualties, one hundred and twenty of the five hundred wolf riders were killed, and seventy-eight Deathclaws were killed.
Most of them are Deathclaws without exoskeletons, and it is still a bit reluctant to withstand the strafing of quadruple cannons with their flesh and blood bodies.
In addition, due to EMP causing the psychic interference device to go out of control, some players had to kill their mounts.
At this time, Yang Matabao, who had previously led the feint attack group, also came over and reported on the situation of cleaning up the battlefield.
"Four mortars, an anti-aircraft gun, two light machine guns and a small amount of ammunition were seized... Where is the headquarters? Is there any new order?"
Before he even opened his mouth, Lapras on the side complained.
"The VM has been completely wiped out. There's a ghost order... Damn, these people have quite a lot of firepower! It doesn't look like they're short of ammunition."
Yangbao scratched the back of his head again.
"Have the supplies been replenished again?"
Edge Paddling said with a smile.
"That's not the case. It's not normal for the elite division to have a little more basic ammunition than the line-filling division. Our ammunition is also twice as much as the infantry of the Lion Kingdom."
But having said that, these Weiland people were indeed ruthless, and not a single one of them surrendered.
The Qianfu Changbo SS not only refused to surrender, but also had no intention of retreating and led his own bodyguards to fight to the end.
Whether it is combat effectiveness or morale, this force is completely different from the ones they encountered before in Oasis No. 9.
"Speaking of which, the north seems to be on fire," Laplace glanced at the north side of the highland, where there were flickering flames.
"It should be the headquarters of the 40,000th Army," Bian said, taking out his binoculars and taking a look. "Just now I saw that the Goblin Corps seemed to be covering the transport plane heading over there."
Not surprisingly, it should be the Burning Legion.
With those ruthless people taking action, even if they were directly affiliated with the Thousand-Man Team, they would definitely not be able to match them.
As long as they were cleaning the battlefield, the battle over there was probably over.
Yang Youbao smacked his tongue in envy.
"Damn it, those guys got ahead of me again."
"After all, he is the biological son of Dog Planner." Laplace also had an envious expression on his face.
"Don't say that," Bian Huishui smiled and patted his shoulder, "We are a whole, and we each have our own division of labor. There is no one who comes first."
The Skeleton Corps, which was originally the main offensive force of Plan 3, was still stuck in traffic on the road. The two infantry teams had already done all the work for them.
If you really want to say it, Brother Mole is more unlucky...