At the same time as he boarded the plane, a massive battle was starting in the Ravenka Industrial Zone in the northwest of Yongye Port!
This industrial zone is located on the southeast bank of the Ravenka River. It has two railways and a deep-water port, connecting 4 processing centers, 5 mining bases and a heavy shipyard.
In addition, there are still 300,000 survivors living in the local area, and a quarter of them are industrial workers and engineers employed by the Yavent Heavy Industry Group.
The materials produced in this area not only supply the front lines of the Borneo war zone, but also supply large and small military factories along the two railway lines.
The armor steel used in the production line, including the Conqueror 10 tank, comes from steel plants in the region!
Nearly 1/3 of the GDP of the entire Southern Army is produced in this industrial area, or is indirectly affected by it!
It is no exaggeration to say that once the Ravenka Industrial Zone is lost, the blow to the Southern Army will be even more serious than losing 1/3 of the territory.
It is precisely because of its key strategic significance that both warring parties regard this industrial zone as a battleground.
The person responsible for the defense of this area is Captain Rubis, the famous "Desert Lion" of the Southern Army.
This man was born in the City of Triumph into a military aristocratic family. He received military education from a young age. At the age of only 35, he became the captain of ten thousand men, commanding the 1.11 millionth team and the mutants and predator tribes in the desert.
Combat.
His glorious record was when he served as commander of thousands, leading a youth army of thousands to defeat a mutant tribe whose strength was several times that of his own with almost no casualties.
It is precisely because of this miraculous achievement that he has been regarded as a rising star by the officers of the city of Avente for a long time.
However, just when his official career seemed to be going smoothly, the West Sail Harbor tragedy suddenly broke out. "Invading Borneo Province" and "defending the property of the Wilrants with guns" suddenly became the unanimous consensus of the Southern Army.
Although there was a hint of conspiracy in this, no one cared about it amid the wave of public outrage.
The young guys were eager to go to the front line and chop off a few heads to vent their anger, while the older officers were gearing up and getting ready to add a few more medals to their chests.
He was the only one who was different. Not only did he make sarcastic comments when the situation was good, but he also fiercely criticized Gulion's series of actions that intensified conflicts in Sifan Port.
These remarks were obviously inappropriate at the time, and he was not unexpectedly hostile to General Guion and marginalized by the mainstream factions of the Southern Army.
In this way, the famous "Desert Lion" sat on the bench for more than half a year. It was not until the alliance troops landed at Yongye Port and defeated the local city defense army and hundreds of thousands of reserves that the Southern Army suddenly emerged.
It occurred to me that I still have such a useful talent on hand.
Lubis did not live up to the expectations of the Southern Army Command. He quickly took up the banner of organizing defense, evacuated the key industrial facilities in the Ravenka Industrial Zone before the alliance bombers arrived, and used local materials.
Using local building materials, this industrial area located in the desert was built into an impregnable fortress.
It has to be said that this guy has two brushes. With only 10,000 soldiers, he managed to sustain two rounds of alliance attacks and successfully waited until reinforcements from the rear arrived.
There are currently nearly 300,000 garrison troops stationed in the Ravenka Industrial Zone!
In addition to the 111,112 and 1.13 million troops, he also has 7 servant troops of 11,000 troops and 200,000 Glorious Army cannon fodder!
On the Alliance side, they are mainly composed of the Skeleton Corps, the Jungle Corps and the Goblin Corps, plus two divisions of the Valantian Expeditionary Force and the Enterprise's 100th Mountain Division.
There seems to be a huge disparity in the strength of the two sides, but if we ignore the 200,000 clones who make up the numbers, the gap is actually not that big.
In addition, the air superiority and armor superiority are both on the alliance's side. The Skeleton Corps' self-propelled artillery fires two 155mm rounds every now and then. The Goblin Corps' W-3 even carries bombs to the industrial area almost every day, causing the defenders to suffer.
Unspeakable.
However, despite this, the defenders of Ravenka Industrial Zone still held on for a full month under the command of General Lubis, and did not show any signs of decline.
Mole, who was the commander of the attacking side, couldn't help but lament that they had indeed encountered a ruthless character this time.
However, I don’t know why, this ruthless character did not appear on the battlefield in Borneo Province, but appeared when they entered the "flat push" stage.
This must be a true loyal minister.
I just don’t know if it’s the last one…
On a gentle sand dune, a mole stood in a tank turret, holding a telescope and looking at the sandcastle in the distance.
The Legion built a concrete fortress on the reverse slope of the dune, and deployed a large number of anti-tank guns inside, as well as Conqueror 10 turrets that were removed from the unfinished production line.
The anti-armor firepower fulcrums are like "reefs" buried under the sea of sand.
I have to say, this is a genius idea.
It not only solves the flying problem of the Conqueror 10 turret, but also limits the performance of the Alliance's anti-vehicle electromagnetic gun to a certain extent.
However, with the arrival of a batch of new equipment codenamed "Tarantula", this tough battle has almost come to an end.
Without waiting for long, the mole quickly saw eight-legged spider robots painted in desert colors quickly climbing to the bottom of the fortresses.
It is the latest product of Jushi Military Industry, and it is also the culmination of the self-developed science and technology of Shelter No. 100!
The eight-legged "Wolf Spider" robot modified from the "Cross Spider" can carry a warhead of up to 100 kilograms, freely shuttle in the tunnel of half a person's height, and use the tools of the forelimbs to break obstacles and cleverly place bombs where needed.
The place.
This thing can be called a fixed bunker killer!
If the "蟞-type" engineering armor is born for construction, then this thing is specially used for demolishing homes.
Not long after, the roar of fighter jets breaking through the sound barrier was heard in the air, followed by a barrage of cannons that splashed on the Weiland people's frontline positions like urine.
Rows of sand and dust as tall as one person rose into the sky, making many soldiers feel ashamed, but not a single head was recovered.
The soldiers of the 1.11 millionth unit have long been accustomed to alliance air raids.
One by one, they lowered their bodies skillfully, pressed their helmets against the inner wall of the trench, and waited patiently for the air raid to end.
At this moment, they did not realize that the cannons falling from the sky were just to push them back into the bunker, and this goal had obviously been achieved.
At the same time that they were avoiding air strikes, the truly deadly little spiders were moving their eight flexible legs, pouring into the bunkers connected by trenches and tunnels like quicksand, and heading straight to hide inside.
ammo rack!
In order to facilitate the loading of anti-tank guns and Conqueror turrets, although the ammunition racks for these fixed weapons are separated from the cannon, they basically cannot be placed too far away.
The internal structure of these bunkers is not what the intelligent players who operate the mechanical spiders expected. They are distributed in an "H" shape, with only a thick iron door separating the cannonballs and ammunition.
These iron doors are obviously urgently processed from tank armor steel at the factory in Ravenka Industrial Zone.
Although these iron doors are more than enough to withstand the shock wave of the explosion, they obviously cannot stop the plasma cutting gun with a temperature of thousands of degrees!
The mechanical spider that broke into the bunker quickly dealt with the artillerymen who were distracted by the air strike, and before the soldiers outside noticed it, a plasma knife flashing with light blue arcs popped out from its dexterous forelimbs.
With a buzzing sound, these "wolf spiders" cut off the connecting parts of the iron door in just a few breaths, and completely removed the crude door panel from the wall.
The iron door fell heavily to the ground, and the mechanical spider ducked in, freed up its two mechanical limbs and quickly completed the deployment of the explosives.
When the soldiers guarding the position finally came to their senses, tens of kilograms of concentrated explosives had been stuffed into their iron barrel-like position, and placed under the ammunition racks of the anti-tank firepower fulcrums.
!
"boom--!"
A deafening explosion sounded almost at the same time, and the flames of the explosion spread out over the rolling desert, and the sand wall rising into the sky was like a sandstorm rising from the ground!
The boiling flame was not only contributed by the bomb itself, but also a considerable part of it came from the ammunition that exploded!
Looking at the burning bunkers, the captain standing at the front line had his eyes blood red, and his ashen face was filled with despair.
On the other side, the Mole's face showed a winner's smile.
"it's over."
As he finished speaking, he grabbed the walkie-talkie and gave the order to attack.
"Attention all units! Move forward!"
A uniform answer came from the communication channel——
"receive!"
At the same time as the order was issued, hundreds of tanks of the Skeleton Corps started their engines at the same time, and like a sandstorm sweeping the earth, they rushed towards the position of the 1.11 millionth team.
In addition to the tanks, there were also 300 Chimera armored vehicles advancing together, as well as thousands of soldiers of the Wilant Expeditionary Force sitting in the carriages!
Tracers as thick as pythons shuttled across the battlefield, suppressing the soldiers of the Southern Legion who were struggling under the firelight and thick smoke and unable to lift their heads.
The position of the 1.11 millionth troops was instantly penetrated, and then the 100th Mountain Division of the enterprise attacked along the gap in the defense line, and quickly attacked the flanks of the 1.12 and 1.13 million troops, completely bypassing this iron barrel-like position.
The sharpest edges!
The fierce battle broke out instantly, and almost reached a fever pitch at the same time!
The desert that was silent one second suddenly turned into boiling sea water, and the fierce offensive stunned the defenders of the entire Ravenka Industrial Zone.
Seeing the collapse of the frontline position, seven 10,000-strong servant troops quickly pushed forward. As a result, they collided head-on with the armored spearheads of the Skeleton Corps and the soldiers of the Valantian Expeditionary Force who followed the "Chimera" armored vehicle and rushed into the position.
!
Facing the ferocious offensive, these seven servant armies instantly transformed from fire-fighting vanguards into seven dwarfs, scurrying away under the sudden fire of machine cannons and overwhelming tank shelling.
Facts have proved that the Weirant people are indeed born warriors, especially after replacing their inferior bulletproof armor with the alliance's "Five Type" exoskeleton, their combat effectiveness has risen to a higher level, second only to those who are not afraid
Dead player!
However, General Lubis, who was in command, was a ruthless man. At least he was much tougher than Stanford, the commander of Yongye Port City Defense Force. He did not surrender.
Seeing that the gap in the defense zone was gradually turning into a complete rout, without saying a word, he directly led the Guards to fill it in. At the same time, he let the Glorious Army launch a suicidal charge towards the alliance's position, which instantly turned the situation around.
I got 20% back.
However, it is obviously unrealistic to save the Southern Army from its almost doomed defeat with only a 20% advantage.
Under the indiscriminate bombardment of the Skeleton Corps' self-propelled artillery and the Goblin Corps' aerial cluster bombs, the two hundred thousand clone soldiers were like waves spread on the beach, and were blown to pieces before they had time to disperse.
The thick blood mist condensed into an airtight red wall. The bloody scene shocked everyone on the battlefield, and also caused the seven servant armies, whose morale was on the verge of collapse, to surrender one after another.
After all, once the clones are dead, they will be the next cannon fodder.
Although they are fighting for the Southern Army, they are still conscious of their identity as aliens.
As the seven servant armies of ten thousand people surrendered, the remaining three regular army armies of ten thousand people gradually gave up their resistance, threw away their weapons and accepted the alliance's prisoners.
So far, the Southern Army has not only lost the logistics hub of Yongye Port, but the largest centralized industrial zone has also completely fallen into the hands of the alliance.
Without all strategic pivots in the south, it was only a matter of time before the 2.7 million square kilometers of colonies fell.
After realizing that the defeat was certain, General Lubis said nothing, ordered the Guards to surrender, and then drew his gun and ended his life.
A total of seven officers committed suicide with him, including his adjutant, staff officer and guard captain.
Mole originally wanted to chat with the opponent who had been entangled with him for more than half a month, but he didn't expect that this guy actually left.
"Pity……"
After listening to the report of the soldiers of the expeditionary force, the mole standing on the tank turret looked a little melancholy and said with regret.
"All the people with big eyebrows and big eyes surrendered, but the few normal people were loyal... He should survive and play some role after the war."
Irena said with a subtle expression.
"Perhaps he is tired. This ending is a relief for him. At least he has repaid the kindness of the Southern Army to him in his own way."
Elf King Fugui sighed and said.
"But I always feel that it would be better for the survivors of the Southern Legion if he gave up earlier. At least it would allow us to end their long and lasting pain as soon as possible."
Irena glanced at him.
"You are looking at the problem from God's perspective again."
Elf King Fugui: "Is there any problem?"
Lao Na thought about it for a while, and then said something that was very inconsistent with his image.
"God can't solve any problem. This is the biggest problem."
Elf King Fugui scratched his head and was about to say something when he saw a group of dark-skinned guys standing in the distance.
They are tall and tall, with mouths protruding forward, and their soybean-like eyes exude a bloodthirsty and fierce light.
Irena narrowed her eyes slightly and quickly recognized these guys as the specialty of the desert - gray mutants!
Unlike the green mutants in Jinchuan and River Valley provinces, these guys have slightly higher IQs and are used to cooperating with human groups with similar habits.
Such as slave traders and raider tribes.
Both the Southern Army and the Eastern Army have the bad habit of hiring these guys.
A group of soldiers from the expeditionary force surrounded them, aiming their guns at their heads, while the latter also pointed those large-caliber objects at the former, grinning and bluffing.
The atmosphere between the two sides is tense, and there may be a conflict at any time!
Mole stretched out his hand and patted the top cover of the turret, signaling the driver to drive the tank over. Then he stopped in front of the group of mutants and looked at the leader of the mutants, slightly raising his chin.
"Who are you?"
The burly mutant raised his head and looked at the mole who was standing on the tank asking him questions, and then glanced at the gun barrel under him with a rather fearful look.
"I am the leader of the Sad Wind Clan, Fengyu."
Wind whisper?
Mole looked at him strangely. This guy's name was quite poetic, so he couldn't help but ask with a smile.
"Oh? Then what are you doing here."
"They are prisoners!" The company commander leading the team stared at the group of mutants fiercely, and said before the big man could say, "They claimed to surrender, but even after we agreed, they refused to put down their weapons.
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"Prisoner? I am not a prisoner."
Feng Yu scoffed and continued hummingly.
"We are General Lubis's mercenaries. Now that they have lost, our contract with them is over. By the way, our battle is not over yet. Let's talk about a deal."
"Business?" Mole raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a half-smile, "What can we talk about?"
Not realizing at all that he was in danger, the gray-black mutant thought the other party was asking about the price, so he hummed and continued.
"We can help the Weiland people fight, and of course we can help you fight. We don't want anything else, as long as you give us one-third of the prisoners you capture! It would be better if you can give us Weiland women, they are the best
It can grow, and it won’t break easily!”
The Wilant soldiers standing nearby stared at these beasts with murderous eyes, their teeth gnashing loudly.
The Mole glanced at the beast and asked with a smile.
"Sounds good. Where is your tribe?"
Feng Yu was overjoyed when he heard the words, but without thinking, he immediately said in that vague voice.
"It's just a little east of the north, in an abandoned city about 20 kilometers away from here!"
Mole nodded, regardless of the guy's presence, and looked at Lao Na beside him and said.
"The place will be wiped out in a while."
Irena said with a smile.
"Give it to the Jungle Corps, they are professionals."
Feng Yu was stunned for two seconds when he heard this. His expression was shocked at first, and then changed to furious.
At this moment, no matter how stupid it is, it has come to its senses. What are these human things talking about?
"You! You are the enemy of the Sadwind clan! I will tear you apart!"
Seeing the furious mutant raising his gun barrel and pointing it at him, Mole sneered and got back into the turret, kicking the driver's seat.
"What are you talking about with these guys? Run over them!"
…
Province of Batoya, city of Aventre.
An atmosphere of despair hung over the entire settlement, making the already cold dark clouds and steel look even colder.
The plague arrived before the war, and medicines, cigarettes and cans became the most in-demand commodities, but the glory and dignity of the Wilant people seemed worthless at this moment.
A chilling atmosphere filled the street, making the few pedestrians walk in a hurry.
Most shops have been closed.
It's not entirely because of martial law, it's also largely because there's nothing for sale on the shelves.
Two months have passed since the implementation of the "Decisive Mission" plan. Instead of improving, the situation of the Southern Army has fallen into a deeper quagmire.
Factories and farmlands lost their labor force, and production lines lost raw materials and orders.
The most critical thing is that the entire supply chain of the Southern Legion society has been completely destroyed.
It's like riding a roller coaster.
Going from one cycle to another is not as simple as turning the car around.
Besides, it's too late to turn around now...
Soldiers with live ammunition patrolled the streets with neat steps, but their shiny military boots and bayonets could not bring any sense of security to the people who stayed behind.
The remaining residents in the city closed their windows tightly and did not dare to expose a crack in the curtains.
People in the streets and alleys were confused, and they couldn't decide whether those guys with guns were their relatives or enemies, and whether they were serious enough to get a permit to stay in the city.
a good idea.
But then again, where could they go if they didn't stay in the city?
At least there is food in the city, but in the countryside you might end up being someone else's meal.
As for crossing the Whirlpool Sea to get to Wilante Province, that is also not an easy task.
If we had set off earlier and there was a bus going there, now we really could only walk there on two legs.
Yes.
The promise of "sending everyone to the Triumph City to attend the funeral of Marshal Julius" was once again unfulfilled.
But no one was surprised.
After all, it's not the first time.
It's not just the residents living in this city who are confused, the eyes of the people who are walking like clockwork toy soldiers are also full of hesitation.
What the hell is Tyr doing?
What are the senior leaders of the Southern Army thinking?
Why did General Gulion's troops continue to stride forward yesterday, but why did they suddenly change today?
Why haven't their enemies collapsed yet, but they are showing signs of aging before they get old...
At this moment, they no longer fantasize about the land under the sun. They just hope that time can go back to a long, long time ago, when everything was not like this.
Compared with the scorching sun in Mantou Port, this place is simply another extreme...
It was not only the people living in the city of Avent who were anxious, but also the captains of ten thousand who were sitting on the same chariot as Tire.
Although their supply of cigarettes, canned meat and spirits has not been affected, and there is even a surplus that can be distributed to girls in need, the war situation is deteriorating at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pressure they bear is no less than that of those girls in need.
There are few of them.
There is a difference between a full-scale war and a local war. There is no such thing as surrendering and losing half the battle. If you lose, you can apologize and pay compensation and that's it.
They are not here for money at all. Maybe I don’t even want to talk to them, but I want them to die!
Provisional High Command of the City of Avente.
The conference room, which was less than twenty square meters, was packed with people, and the atmosphere was depressing and heavy.
Until yesterday, they were still meeting in a place with windows, and today they moved to this bunker without windows.
As for the reason, it was because of a plane that roared over the city of Avente.
Although there were no bombs dropped on the plane, there were only some leaflets scattered with the words "You can get a box lunch and a bed with your ticket", but it still made many people tense up their sensitive nerves.
The flames of war finally got to their brows, and even the highest-ranking officers began to panic.
The only one who is still calm is probably Tyr himself.
The director of the General Affairs Department of the Southern Army swallowed, opened the notepad in his hand, and broke the silent and depressing atmosphere on the conference table with a trembling voice.
"I have to say a few words... Our production line is almost at a standstill, and the weapons inventory can last up to half a year. If we cannot increase production personnel as soon as possible, we will soon be overwhelmed by logistical pressure."
Words from the heart are always harsh.
When he said this, he buried his head very low, not daring to meet anyone's eyes, and was mentally prepared to be pointed at and scolded.
However, to his surprise, he did not wait for the yelling from his colleagues, but instead waited for a tired sigh.
That was the Secretary of Homeland Defense, a bureaucrat who had only recently become important.
"Let's put aside the production matters for a while... Just yesterday, our Ravenka Industrial Zone fell."