"Good guy...are they planning to hide it anymore?" Hogg put down the telescope in his hand, turned his head and asked the officers around him with a smile.
In the morning of that day, the Elf 2nd Army opposite the 1st Army seemed to have woken up and began a large-scale artillery bombardment of the Tang Army's front-line defense positions.
In the past ten days or so, the elves have only occasionally carried out sporadic shelling on the Tang army to prove their existence. Such large-scale shelling has never happened before.
"Have you contacted the Air Force?" He handed the binoculars to the adjutant beside him and asked casually. Hogg had no interest at all in this kind of "old three" and "three-axe".
The opponent's air force had disappeared a few days ago, and now only a small number of aircraft appeared occasionally, unable to form an effective ground suppression at all.
In this context, ground artillery fire is just a sound and does not play much role: there is no precise coordinates, no efficient guidance, and suppression by barrages? Are you kidding me?
After the artillery suppression is completed, it is a ground attack, which is nothing more than a difference between using tanks or not. If the opponent uses tanks, then the Tang Army will dispatch corresponding armed helicopters or call for air force cover. If the opponent does not use tanks, the Tang Army may counterattack with one round of artillery fire.
Problem solved.
So Hogg couldn't bring himself to continue reading. He just came to the front line to show his face and show that he took the enemy's attack seriously, nothing more.
"Contact has been made. Four Thunderbolts have taken off and are on their way." The liaison officer responsible for contacting the Air Force reported immediately.
"That's it. I strictly ordered all divisions not to attack...I held back!" Hogg said and walked out of the underground bunker, leaving the command to the original commander of the position.
As expected, there was no new trick on the Elf side: after an exhausting bombardment, the Elf troops launched an attack on the Tang Army's position under the cover of tanks.
Unfortunately, as soon as they laid out their formation, four thunder and lightning attack planes arrived on the battlefield. These planes passed by in groups of two and fired a burst of fire at the attacking elves.
Van Kruse, who was watching the mighty deployment of his troops from the starting position, saw with his own eyes the sight of a 30mm machine gun plowing across the battlefield.
He saw the smoke that was taller than a small tree rising from the ground, reaching from one side of the battlefield to the other side of the battlefield in one breath; he also saw the Elf tank being blown away from the turret like a can, leaving only burning
The car body was paralyzed in place; he even saw countless elven soldiers being baptized by rocket bombs and defeated in a rout...
A carefully prepared attack ended in an anticlimactic manner: the Elf troops returned to the place where they started without even touching the edge of the Tang army's position.
Smoke and dust billowed in front of the two armies' formations. There were burning tanks everywhere, broken corpses everywhere, the smell of flesh and blood, and the smell of burning everywhere.
In just ten minutes, four Thunder attack aircraft destroyed the Elf troops on the ground. Those arrogant aircraft with shark faces painted on their noses flew away, leaving only the defeated Elfs crying for their fathers and mothers.
Van Kruse was stunned. He really never thought that his attack on the Tang Army could be resolved so easily. Although he had also seen the Tang Army's bombing, that scene was completely child's play compared to today's land washing.
The Tang Army's bombing was precise and effective, but the scene was not spectacular. It was completely different from the overwhelming strategic air raids of World War II. Attack machines were in another state, and the killing power of thunder and lightning was obviously higher than that of bomb-dropping aircraft such as the Invaders.
Too intuitive.
After Lei Deng left in style, the Tang army strictly adhered to defensive principles: their ground forces did not organize a counterattack, but their air power carried out "limited" retaliatory actions.
Taking advantage of the retreat of the Elf troops and before they had a chance to stabilize their position, more than 30 armed helicopters of the Datang Army Aviation Corps rushed through the defense line and reached the sky above the Elf position.
For a time, the entire battlefield became extremely noisy. The Elf troops learned what it means to be unreasonable and unforgiving: the Tang Army's armed helicopters did not even spare the Elf anti-aircraft gun positions, and did not leave calmly until they had used up all their ammunition.
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What they left to Van Cruz was a mess: the defensive positions of 2 divisions of the Elf Army were almost destroyed, more than 40 tanks and more than 100 trucks were reduced to parts, thousands of soldiers were injured and killed, and an ammunition depot was blown into the sky.
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These armed helicopters provided absolute suppressive firepower. They used rockets to beat the elven soldiers into flight. Until they flew away, the elven soldiers did not dare to look up at the sky full of gunpowder smoke.
"Do you want the second echelon to continue the attack? General," the staff officer timidly asked the silent Van Kruse.
Only then did Van Cruz recover from the shock. He sighed and waved his hand a little lonely: "The attack plan has been cancelled... I want to be alone for a while. I will personally send a telegram to His Majesty tomorrow to explain everything.
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"Oh, right." He was a little confused and paused for a few seconds before reorganizing his words: "Compile today's loss report and give it to me as soon as possible. Also, lunch, I will go back to the headquarters for lunch.
Eat...tell them there is no need to prepare anything."
The original plan was to have lunch at this position, but now he changed his mind: eating in a place full of smoke and the smell of blood is not a good choice, and there is no Hannibal in Van Cruz.
complex.
He had been fighting dwarves for more than a year, but he didn't have such a strong feeling: the opponent was very strong and he couldn't defeat him at all.
The shock that Tang Jun brought to him made him feel like this: he felt like a child standing in front of a giant beast, with no room for struggle except crying in despair.
"Do you think we still have hope of victory..." For the first time, he had such a question, and he blurted it out without thinking about it.
The staff officer and the adjutant were stunned when they heard his question. They both looked at their chief officer differently, not knowing what to say.
A general and a senior commander should maintain the desire to win at all times. This is the most basic thing, but Van Kruse seemed to have lost this precious heart just now.
"Sorry, I said something strange." Van Kruse also realized that he said the wrong thing, held up the military cap on his head, and walked out of the headquarters as if he was running away.
