In the trench, an Airanshir Empire clone grenadier inserted a magazine into the electromagnetic rifle, then stuck his head out and pointed the muzzle at the target in the distance.
"Thud, tug, tug!" He pulled the trigger and fired a row of bullets, knocking back a cleaner who was peeping his head over there.
The opponent was suppressed by the fierce strafing, and he was not an idiot. He retracted his head and disappeared. There was a small reverse slope over there, and there were probably many sweeper soldiers behind it.
"Coordinates 7-9, single-shot suppression!" Seeing that their opponents had retreated to a place beyond their reach, the grenadiers of the Airanhill Empire loudly called for artillery support.
His communicator can directly contact the company's mortar artillerymen behind him, which can be regarded as a kind of timely communication on the battlefield.
Sure enough, after a few seconds of silence, there was a deafening explosion from behind the hillside over there, sending up clouds of soil.
The power of the shells fired by the 120 mm caliber mortar is really beyond imagination. It is not a boast to demolish a building with one shot. The soil raised by this shot flew more than ten meters into the sky, and the dust raised did not disappear for a long time.
Disperse.
The grenadier hiding in the trench took out his weapon, and the camera on the side of the weapon helped him simply see the situation on the battlefield.
The opponent's location was still submerged in a cloud of smoke, so he stuck out his head and used the main sight in front of him to look for targets that might appear in the smoke.
The next second, a sweeper poked out his weapon to attack the opponent from the smoke. His arm was aimed at the position of the Airanhill Empire, and a ball of black energy flew directly towards the trench of the Airanhill Empire.
Behind it, it fell into a forest.
"Boom!" The explosion also kicked up a cloud of soil, which fell on the soldiers of the Iol Nasir Empire in the trench.
"Boom!" The Grenadier of the Airanhill Empire, who was aiming at that position, pulled the trigger, and the sweeper in the distance fell down in response.
In fact, the Guardians are also summarizing their combat experience. Judging from the experience gained from their ten days of continuous attacks, the defense lines of the Airanhill Empire are clearly divided into priorities.
The main defense line is usually guarded by soldiers wearing strong armor, with very strong combat effectiveness and more powerful firepower.
The secondary line of defense is defended by some magic puppets that are obviously slower in reaction and have weak combat effectiveness, making it an easy area to attack.
Therefore, the watchers are changing their tactics recently. They are concentrating their forces to attack the main defense line of the Eilanhir Empire, because once the defenders on the main defense line collapse, the secondary defense lines on both wings will completely collapse.
This focused attack made the battle between the two sides near some main lines of defense extremely fierce, even to the point of intensification.
Many times, the soldiers of the Airansil Empire have just been wiped out, and before the watchers can eat the corpses and destroy the fortifications, the Airansil Empire's counterattack will come.
Along with such a brutal battle, the losses on both sides also skyrocketed. Thousands of soldiers were killed every day, and the corpses of the guards who continued to disappear in front of the position never really disappeared.
"Didn't they fight all night yesterday? Why haven't they had a good rest now?" The Clone Grenadier, who had killed the target in the distance and poured ammunition at a few sweepers who had just emerged, said while
Sweep asked.
"I don't know either!" The companion in a somewhat weird costume answered in a loud voice amidst the sound of the sweeper's attack and explosion.
This man's attire is really post-modernist. He is wearing a dirty, broken white sword robe, and the original embroidery pattern and style are almost invisible.
On top of the clothes, which were torn and stained with mud and blood, he was wearing a tactical vest commonly equipped by the light infantry of the Airanshir Empire.
The outside of the tactical vest is a thick bulletproof insert, and there are several grenades hanging on the outside of the insert. There is a communication device on the shoulder of the tactical vest, which is connected to the earphones and inserted into the man's ears.
On the back of the tactical vest, he carried a simple long sword, which was fixed behind his back with a modified gun belt.
And where the sword originally was on his waist, the man wore an armed belt with a holster hanging on it, and a pistol was inserted in the holster.
"What a pity! If this scene can be broadcast live, they will definitely regard me as a hero!" The man complained with some regret while wrapping a cloth strip around his wrist that was scratched by the flying gravel.
"You should be lucky! Fortunately, I knocked you down just now! Otherwise, what you need most now is the blood bag and the tranquilizer!" The young clone grenadier complained while firing towards the opposite side.
"Thank you! I'll treat you to a drink when you get back!" The man smiled, showing his yellow teeth. "Jiuyou is definitely a good place with outstanding people!"
"What a shitty people! That shitty place is so expensive to travel to." The grenadier continued to complain disdainfully, "You think I don't watch the news? Last time you were all on the hot topic, that's a shame."
"Hey! Do you even know about this?" The male swordsman from Jiuyou grinned again, as if he didn't care about being complained about his hometown.
They were sent to Jiuyou after traveling thousands of miles, and just after building it into a new world of swordsmen, they had to face another invasion from foreign enemies.
In fact, everyone had no sense of belonging, so they left their hometowns again and began this interstellar journey.
As a swordsman of the Heavenly Sword Sect, he came to Higgs 5 and stood at the forefront of the entire war.
He didn't know whether it was because he was mocking himself for his recklessness, or because he was amused by the ridicule of the clone soldiers who were destined to have no vacation and no possibility of traveling. He continued to grin and said with a smile, "This matter was exposed as a typical example in the news."
, the Tourism Bureau named and criticized.”
The Clone Grenadier, who actually had no chance of traveling, nodded, "No! You guys are so cruel! A souvenir of 2,000 gold coins turned out to be carved from ordinary stone..."
"Chug, tug, tug!" He pulled the trigger and fired, knocking down a sweeper who rushed up from a distance. One of the opponent's arms was severed by the bullet fired from the electromagnetic rifle, and he flew far away with blood.
"Destroyer!" Just as the two of them were fighting and chatting, a trembling voice came from the earphones.
Looking in the direction of the shouts coming from the noise-canceling headphones, they saw a Destroyer tank, braving the hail of bullets fired by the soldiers of the Airanshir Empire, quickly climbed up the reverse slope, revealing the weapon.
Thick and long barrel.
The Airansil Empire previously captured a seriously injured sweeper. This prisoner brought a lot of enemy information to the top officials of the Airansil Empire that the Airansil Empire wanted to know.
Although this information cannot be said to be very important, at least it can be regarded as a true understanding of his opponents, a powerful race that claims to be the Watchers.
The other party didn't seem to care about this information, and was even willing to cooperate to tell the truth about some things that were of interest to the Eilanhill Empire.
Just like the previous message declaring war sent by the other party to the Elanthir Empire, the prisoner gave the names of his own troops and even briefly introduced them.
It was not until a few days ago that the Elanshir Empire truly grasped the composition of the Watchers' troops, knew the correct names of many units, and issued these titles to all participating troops.
Compared with the complex military units of the Elanshir Empire, it can be said that the Watcher civilization does not have many types of weapons and equipment.
However, the number of these space battleships and ground troops can simply be described in astronomical numbers.
The largest warship of the Watchers is a spaceship called the Patronus. This spacecraft is the aircraft carrier of the Watchers. The warship carries a large number of small space fighter Slayer carrier aircraft.
As for the firepower battleship responsible for the decisive battle of the fleet, the equally huge one is the Destroyer spaceship that the Airancire Empire already knows. It is the super battleship of the Watcher, and its status is similar to the Invincible Level 2 super battleship of the Airancire Empire.
Corresponding to the Invincible-class battleships of the Elanthir Empire, is the Adjudicator spacecraft of the Watchers. As a battleship of the Watchers, this kind of spaceship is the backbone of the Watcher fleet.
That kind of strange ball is the Guardian spaceship, and it is also the Watcher's landing battleship, so its firepower is not strong. It also carries a large number of Sweeper breeding pods, and it is the Watcher's cruiser.
Under normal circumstances, the Guardian's landing force will first launch a detector to the planet's surface. This unit is the Guardian's electronic warfare and detection platform, similar to data terminals such as radar stations.
As the most basic infantry unit of the Watchers, the Sweepers are responsible for almost all combat tasks of the Watchers. They are responsible for operating the warships inside the warships, and they are the most basic infantry on the ground.
The larger and more powerful Destroyers are the armored force of the Watchers. They are large in number and powerful in combat, and can be said to be the backbone of the Watchers' ground combat forces.
The Watchers actually also have powerful magic warriors. These warriors are tall and look like sweepers. They are called Conquerors, and they are the most powerful elites in the Watchers' army.
As for those H-type Guardian fighter jets soaring in the sky, they are called Prowlers. They are very fast and have strong combat effectiveness. They are also the enemy of the Air Force of the Airan Hill Empire.
However, compared to the various types of ground support aircraft of the Air Force of the Airlandsil Empire, the ground-attack bombers of the Watchers are relatively single. The air force commander of the Airlandsil Empire recently learned that they are called Crushers.
After knowing the enemy's name, the soldiers of the Airanshir Empire could finally call their enemies correctly.
It is a pity that because the prisoner chose to die after answering these questions, the Elanshir Empire was unable to continue the interrogation and learn more secrets about the enemy.
…
"Anti-tank man! Rocket launcher!" A grenadier wearing power armor waved to his subordinates in the distance, and shouted loudly in the communication channel while waving.
A soldier carrying a rocket launcher rushed through the trench until he arrived not far from the side of the Destroyer tank, and then stopped.
"Three, two! One! Fire cover!" The captain stretched out his palm, gave out three fingers, and retracted one finger every time he counted. After counting to one, he picked up his rifle,
He pulled the trigger at a distance and said, "Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"
Behind him, a row of grenadiers stuck their heads out desperately and started shooting wildly at the sweeper soldiers on the opposite side.
The weak light from a series of electromagnetic rifle bullets formed a huge fishing net in the air, instantly covering the rapidly advancing sweeper infantry on the opposite side.
"Boom, boom, boom!" Following the order to fire, the grenadiers in the trenches fired wildly into the distance with their rifles. The bullets hit the shell of the Destroyer tank, sparking a flash of sparks.
As the bullets flying towards the enemy began to take effect, seeing some sweeper soldiers fall one after another, the soldier from the Airanhill Empire carrying a rocket launcher finally leaned out of the trench with most of his body and gained the target.
Chance.
In front of his eyes, the aperture that had been wandering around the crosshairs finally settled in the center of the crosshairs. He then pulled the trigger and fired the anti-tank missile.
The one-time anti-tank missile rushed towards the wire control in a parabola, then fell vertically and penetrated the mighty Destroyer tank from directly above.
The huge explosion was so close that even some shells and energy liquid from the Destroyer were splashed into the trench.
"Beautiful!" the leading grenadier commander shouted loudly, celebrating that his defensive position was once again safe.
Just as he shouted, a black energy line swept across the trench where he was and penetrated his body.
The attack came so suddenly that the other soldiers didn't even realize what was happening. The subsequent explosion blew away several clone grenadiers on both sides.
"Boom!" The concrete-reinforced trench breast wall was instantly penetrated and shattered, and the flying masonry debris hit the steel plate of the power armor, making a crisp sound.
"Bastard!" A soldier next to him grabbed his rifle in the billowing smoke and fired a series of shots in the direction where the opponent's energy was coming.
However, the black energy did not stop, but attacked the place where he was. With a loud noise, the grenadier who fought back immediately was also punched through the body, and fell down without saying a word.
Go down.
"The Conqueror! It's the Conqueror! Retreat! Retreat! Contain him with firepower from both sides!" A soldier got up from the ground, ignoring the dirt on his body, and shouted to the remaining soldiers.
On the other side of the explosion, the young grenadier struggled to get up from the ground, looked at the swordsman who was also in a state of embarrassment, and shouted, "I'll cover you, go to the bunker over there! Get ready..."
"Shut up!" The swordsman suddenly interrupted the soldier and said, "I'll cover you this time! You go to the bunker! Go quickly!"
"..." The young clone grenadier who climbed up from the ground did not say anything in the end, but took a step forward and ran quickly towards the bunker not far away with his rifle in hand.
He knew that only when he got there and found the individual missiles inside would he have a chance to compete head-on with the enemy's conqueror.
So he ran without looking back, hoping that he could get a heavy weapon that could counterattack and threaten the opponent before all his companions were killed.
Behind him, in the short section of trench he ran through, a grenadier who fired back was hit by the black energy line from the conqueror and fell in the trench.
At the gap in the trench where flames were still burning and blood was flowing, a soldier wearing a bulletproof vest, a grenade on his chest, and a long sword on his back slowly drew the long sword from behind him.
"It's up to you! Brother!" He brushed the ancient long sword with his hand and muttered in his mouth. Then the spiritual energy in his body surged, and the long sword suddenly came to life, suddenly from his hand.
It floated up and hovered above his shoulders.
"Go!" He put his fingers together, pointed forward, shouted, and the long sword hanging on his shoulder flew out, rushing towards the tall target in the distance like lightning.
The long sword whizzed away. At this time, the tall conqueror on the opposite side also realized that the danger was approaching. A circle of energy barrier floated around him, surrounding him like a magic barrier.
This level of magical energy barrier can be said to be very powerful, because even an electromagnetic sniper rifle cannot penetrate it.
After the flying sword collided with the barrier, leaving a series of flying sparks on it, it circled around and suddenly swooped down from the other side, hitting the barrier again.
However, another spark flashed up, but the thick defensive barrier remained impregnable. No matter how much the flying sword rushed left and right, it could not penetrate this transparent defensive energy shield.
On the battlefield, the swordsman who had been watching his flying sword slashing back and forth seemed to realize that consuming his spiritual energy in this way did not seem to be a good choice.
So with a thought in his mind, the long sword gave up attacking the conquerors, and instead went to massacre the sweeping sweeper soldiers who were easier to kill.
Once the target was changed like this, the effect was completely different. The lightning-fast flying sword was like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, instantly cutting down three sweepers.
"Boom!" Under the cover of the conquerors, the surrounding sweepers had already gained an advantage. Attacked by flying swords, they immediately began to fight back with their own weapons. Several black energy groups hit the target like this.
Near the trenches of the Landseer Empire.
The dense explosion blew away a whole block of cement, like a huge boulder. This large block of stone was lifted high, and then smashed down heavily, hitting the trench full of corpses, setting off another wave of rocks.
A cloud of smoke.
The swordsman, who was seriously disturbed by this, had to bend down and adjust his position. He didn't want to be killed by a stray bullet without the protection of the flying sword.
Because it lost its driving power, the flying sword immediately flew back, no longer attacking the sweepers, and quickly returned to the trenches filled with smoke and dust everywhere in the Eilanhir Empire.
"I can't hold on any longer!" The swordsman leaned on the trench, looked at his arm that was cut by flying rocks, squinted his eyes and complained, "I'm letting you pretend! I'm letting you pretend! Is it over? Are you going to die here?"
"
While muttering, he stood up again, activated his flying sword, and launched an attack on the enemy on the other side of the smoke.
Just when he was driving the flying sword, a ball of black energy fell on his side. The shock wave caused by the explosion knocked him to the ground, and at the same time swallowed up the other two clone grenadiers who were firing.
The entire battlefield has begun to become chaotic. After the powerful conqueror appeared here, the situation on the battlefield took a turn for the worse. The defenders of the Eilanhir Empire, which did not have high-end combat power, were obviously passive.
Having lost their fire suppression, the defenders of the Airanhill Empire began to passively engage in bloody exchanges with their opponents. This style of play is what the guards like to see the most, because as long as they can exchange with the enemy, their losses will be eliminated.
accept!
There was another round of volleys from the watchers, and the black energy mass baptized the trenches of the Airan Hill Empire. Seven or eight soldiers were injured by the energy mass, and fell in the trench, twisting and struggling, trying to stand up and continue fighting.
.
The battle was not over yet, it had just begun. Just when the young clone troopers rushed into the bunker and took out an anti-tank missile from it, the seemingly unstoppable conqueror hit this one with one shot.
Bunker.
The energy cut off the branches camouflaged outside, melted the concrete, penetrated the bunker, and directly caused the explosion of the ammunition inside.
The grenadier who had just picked up the missile and wanted to get out was swallowed up by the expanding airflow together with the four machine gunners inside who were firing continuously, and then they were lifted into the air together.
The unimaginable explosion directly blew away the entire top of the bunker, and the shattered top of the bunker shattered in the air and fell in all directions.
Having lost yet another flanking machine gun firepower point, the Eilandsil Empire's defense line instantly became shaky. Only a few soldiers were left bending down to avoid running in the trenches, trying to re-establish a complete line of defense.
"Uh...cough! Cough!" The swordsman, who finally regained consciousness, coughed violently and sat up from the ground.
He leaned exhausted against the wall of the trench, squinting through the blood on his face and looking at the corpses around him.
A grenadier quickly stepped over him, then turned around and knelt on one knee, overlooking his face. After seeing his forehead clearly, the grenadier shouted loudly to his companion not far away.
shouted, "There is a wounded person here! Take him away! I need fire cover! He is a natural person, take him away first!"
Hearing his cry, several grenadiers who were firing at the gap quickly gathered around. A medic with a hollow white cross on his arm knelt on one knee beside the swordsman, checking his injuries.
At this time, a sweeper had already jumped into the trench beside the ruins of the collapsed bunker in the distance... ——
