In the evening, just as the Watcher's offensive troops were preparing to launch a new round of attack, the armored troops of the Elanshir Empire once again launched a counterattack.
The electromagnetic tank troops once again returned to the battlefield. Before the Watcher's Destroyer Tanks could head-on attack the frontal defense position of the Elanthir Empire, they once again strangled the tank troops of the Elanthir Empire.
Night had gradually fallen, and looking at the darkening sky outside through the monitor, a tank commander from the Airanshir Empire opened the hatch above his head.
A burning smell drifted into the cockpit of the tank. The commander stuck his head out, squinted his eyes and brushed away the light smoke in front of him with his hand.
Less than two meters away from him, the remains of a Destroyer tank with some blackened and melted edges were emitting wisps of light smoke. The magic power of the explosion burned the tank's shell, causing the edges of the broken hard shell to break.
Blackened and melted.
Those climbing legs were paralyzed on the ground, losing their support. The entire body of the Destroyer Tank tilted to one side, exuding a sense of doomsday desolation. Soon it would begin to dissipate, and the energy would eventually return to nature.
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Just now, a small-scale tank battle took place here. The armored troops of the Eilanhir Empire raided the guards stationed here and won this local battle.
About 300 Sweeper soldiers were surrounded and annihilated, and about 20 Destroyer tanks were destroyed.
However, the Eilandsil Empire was not completely without losses. More than seventy grenadiers covering the tanks were killed, and nine electromagnetic tanks were destroyed.
The legend of a Tiger tank killing 20 enemy tanks during World War II did not appear. Everyone is still using the bloodiest exchange ratio to prove the cruelty of war.
After a tragic battle, the place temporarily returned to calm. Dozens of electromagnetic tanks were disguised as bushes and rested among the wreckage of tanks on the battlefield. There were also some clone soldiers warming up food next to the burning tanks.
A new battle will break out soon, so everyone is taking the opportunity to rest, replenish food, and recover their strength.
There were also some troops who arrived later and hurriedly passed by the road that had changed beyond recognition, curiously looking at the friendly troops on the battlefield.
Looking at the tablet in front of him, some nearby enemy and friendly targets have been clearly marked. The commander pointed to the marks on the map and said to the gunner next to him who also had his tank out: "We
We are still about 400 meters away from the defensive position No. 2588 in front! By going around this mound, you can see the target area!"
The gunner also knew the situation and said, "The feedback from the unmanned reconnaissance aircraft is that the opponent has almost razed the place to the ground! Even if we recapture the defensive position over there, there is no way to continue to use it!"
The opponent destroyed the position and destroyed all attributes, causing the Eilanhir Empire's counterattack force to encounter unprecedented trouble. Because they could not rely on the old environment to fight, everyone felt uncomfortable for a while.
If you are fighting a normal enemy, if a village is lost, it will still be a village. Even if it becomes a ruin, it will still be a position that can be held when it is recaptured.
In other words, at least the ruins of that village are a landmark. At the worst, everyone can say that I have reached such and such a village.
But now, all the enemy-occupied areas passed by the counterattack troops are completely white. There are no remaining trenches, no barracks or villages.
In short, there is nothing. Everyone can only use the certain position that was previously marked to describe the precise location where they are now - or simply be more precise and directly describe it with longitude and latitude...
"Those damn bastards! According to the battlefield situation, if we advance another 14 kilometers, we can close this pocket!" the commander said while looking at the map and lighting a cigarette.
The gunner nodded humorously and agreed with what he said: "That's right! Provided that the armored forces on the other side are as elite as ours."
"Haha! You're right!" The commander also laughed. According to the previous combat order, they will continue to move forward in a few minutes.
"Look! That's the Second Battalion over there!" Seeing a new tank passing by, the gunner sounded excited.
Following his shout, the commander squinted his eyes and looked over, smoking, and saw electromagnetic tanks one after another, passing by the battlefield where the smoke had not yet cleared.
Following on both sides of the tank were oil-burning wheeled armored personnel carriers, as well as some trucks and jeeps. This slightly chaotic configuration also proved that this counterattack force was not actually the most powerful force in the Eilandhill Empire.
Elite ace.
They are all clone troops, and their equipment is basically "made together". Except for the main battle weapons that affect combat effectiveness, other auxiliary equipment basically stays in a usable state.
However, such an army is advancing towards the enemy, taking advantage of the last rays of the setting sun to take firm steps towards the guard troops.
"Boom!" The long-range self-propelled artillery was roaring, hitting one shell after another out of sight.
In the sky, fighter jets from both sides were still fighting back and forth for air supremacy on the battlefield. Neither side seemed to want to give in, so losses began to skyrocket.
Just as the sun was gradually setting, the bomber forces of the Airanshir Empire quietly dispatched on a large scale.
According to the plan, more than 200 B-52s and other types of bombers used their methods to raid almost all the Watcher-occupied areas within the range.
Bombers of various types dropped a large number of guided munitions. The explosions suddenly lit up the horizon, and the intensity of the attack surprised the watchers.
The startled Watcher troops began to fight back, and a large number of Prowler fighter jets took off to intercept. Once again, a fierce air battle broke out between the two sides.
From time to time, bombers would fall from the sky dragging long lines of flames. The roar of their engines was accompanied by the sound of cannon fire, interspersed with huge explosions of air-to-air missiles, making the entire sky extremely noisy.
The large-scale air battle was just the prelude to the night's battle, and a larger battle followed.
On this afternoon, almost 2,500 clone grenadiers died on the battlefield, and at the same time, they also left more than 10,000 corpses for the Watcher troops who blocked them.
Although most of these corpses have disappeared, they did exist, and they were indeed lying there, witnessing the achievements of the Armored Forces of the Elanthir Empire!