"The other party is bombing the Tree of Life... The atmosphere structure is relatively stable, but it is estimated that it will not last long." An officer reported the latest situation to Andre with some frustration.
In the dim underground headquarters, working officers were busy walking around. Some people were watching the latest frontline battle conditions in front of their computers. The surface of the planet controlled by the Airanshir Empire forces had been compressed to a very small area.
Although in such a deep underground bunker, Andre could not hear the rumble of the enemy's artillery, but in fact the enemy was not far from his headquarters.
The fastest advancing enemy army was already less than 90 kilometers away from where he was. Supporting these lines of defense were the troops of the Airan Hill Empire who had fewer and fewer weapons in their hands.
Most of the troops are already quite exhausted, and without reserves, they are unable to take normal rotations and rest.
Under the successive attacks of the Watcher troops who basically did not need to rest, these tired troops became more and more exhausted and had less and less energy to launch a counterattack.
Almost as Andre expected, after consuming a large amount of weapons reserves, his troops began to collapse.
Previously, on the defensive front, including self-propelled artillery, he could easily assemble more than 300 heavy artillery to provide powerful fire support.
Now, the fact that he can mobilize 100 artillery pieces to support his troops is considered a huge feat.
There is no way. As the opponent's artillery becomes denser and denser, the opponent's air force bombs more and more frequently, and weapons malfunctions increase, the number of self-propelled artillery that he can use is decreasing sharply.
Lack of spare parts support makes maintenance relatively difficult. Coupled with the increasing battle damage rate, the artillery force is gradually unable to support the current scale of operations.
Modern warfare is like this. If there is a problem in one link, the burden will be shared with other links, directly overwhelming all links, leading to the complete collapse of the army.
The same is true for the troops of the Airan Hill Empire. The disadvantage of the air force eventually consumed a large number of anti-aircraft missiles. The exhaustion of anti-aircraft missiles transferred the pressure of air supremacy to the ground forces. Large targets that were easily hit: artillery, tanks, cars, etc. were first attacked.
Heavy damage, and then all the pressure fell on the light infantry.
Without the cover of heavy weapons and air support, the grenadiers could only fight alone, and the rate of losses naturally became exaggerated.
Now, the millions of troops who were reinforced have been almost all lost, and what is left in Andre's hands is almost only more than 2 million soldiers with incomplete organization.
What made him uneasy was that even if these two million soldiers collapsed within a few hours, it would not be surprising.
Because before, his 2 million troops had 100 combat numbers, but now his 2 million troops belong to more than 500 command units.
There was no way around it. There were only a very small number of troops that were eaten up by the Guardian troops in their entirety. Most of them were remnants that had been replaced and rested after losses.
Sadly, it was originally stipulated that the troops that lost 1,000 people would be withdrawn to rest and recuperate, but they were hastily sent out because of a problem somewhere. Later, the troops that lost 2,000 people were withdrawn to rest and recuperate, and then they lost half of them.
Only then are you eligible for rotation.
Until a few days ago, Andre had already begun to organize logistics troops and civilian personnel into temporary combat teams and dispatch them to perform reinforcement missions.
Unsurprisingly, these miscellaneous troops who were temporarily organized into armies were not able to be taken down for rest after they were dispatched. They all lost their lives!
Andre knew very well that it would not be long before the remnant troops in his hands would begin to decrease sharply and quickly return to zero. At that time, it would be the time for him, the commander, to die for his country.
His adjutant pointed to the holographic map and introduced Andre: "The remaining two armored divisions have been concentrated in a relatively flat direction according to your order, but calculating the consumption rate, they will not be able to sustain it for long.
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As he spoke, he pointed in another direction: "General Adair is blocking the enemy's attack here. This is also the direction where the enemy's attack is focused. The enemy has invested a large number of conquerors, and these conquerors are very difficult to deal with.
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"We no longer have nuclear weapons, and we have very few missiles left. We have a lot of rocket launchers and ordinary artillery shells in reserve..." Andre stared at the holographic map and said.
He placed the tablet in his hand on the edge of the table, and the specific number of ammunition in stock was displayed on the screen.
This quantity is decreasing sharply, because the fighting is not stopping at this moment, and the troops on the front line are constantly consuming these ammunition.
Of course, there is another reason.
Putting his tablet on the table, Andre continued: "We previously expected that the weapons could last for more than a year, but now it seems that they are only enough to last for two months, and the consumption rate is six times that expected. This has already been
The computing model has been redesigned.”
"Many weapons were destroyed and were not consumed normally. This is one of the reasons why our weapons are consumed too quickly." The adjutant took over the topic with some regret: "Our army has no way to maintain air superiority. The other party uses bombing
Many of our artillery positions and frontline bunkers were destroyed."
"Many ammunition depots were directly destroyed, so the consumption of ammunition was much faster than the normal consumption rate." Andre nodded and agreed with his adjutant: "Rocket launchers, artillery, missile launchers,
Many weapons and equipment were destroyed by air strikes or enemy artillery fire, which weakened our firepower to a certain extent."
"Our data model has been sent out, and other lines of defense are summarizing new tactics based on our defense experience... Our sacrifice is valuable," the adjutant comforted.
"Of course it's valuable!" Andre smiled: "And it's not just valuable!"
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"Sir! It's better for me to go!" A second lieutenant grabbed the arm of an officer in front, with unwillingness written on his face: "Let me go!"
"This is the last J30 fighter jet. How can I safely hand her over to you?" The lieutenant officer walking in front held a white helmet with a faint smile on his face.
He looked at the hand holding his anti-pressure suit, then raised his head and looked at his wingman's pilot: "You've already crashed a plane, and you're still flying! Let go! Let me go!"
After saying that, he tugged on his arm, pulled the other person's hand away, and turned back towards the fighter jet parked in the bunker on the hillside.
This airport runway was built inside the mountain. It took a lot of effort when it was first built. Now it has shown its value. The guard's troops bombed almost all field airports, but this hidden place was not found.
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"The enemy is attacking the Tree of Life. The anti-aircraft missiles have been exhausted and the anti-aircraft artillery units have suffered heavy losses. If I don't take off at this time, when will I fly?" He climbed up the simple gangway and got into his cockpit.
, stuck his head out and said to the wingman pilot standing unwillingly next to the plane: "Get out of the way!"
Although he was still reluctant, the pilot still released his grip on the gangway. The simple gangway folded up and was retracted into a small hatch on the side of the aircraft.
"Don't worry about me, I will try my best to fight back." The lieutenant pilot of the lead plane smiled, and then looked at the missiles on the plane.
The ground crew responsible for refueling took away the oil tank, and the ground crew who closed the fuel tank hatch gave a thumbs up to the cockpit. Some pilots who survived the parachute stood at attention and saluted the fighter jet, and the engine started amidst the desolation.
Warm up roar.
After giving a thumbs up to the ground crew and pressing the button to close the hatch, the lieutenant pilot began to push the engine output control lever and blast the throttle.
The plane, which had already adjusted its direction a long time ago, roared towards the entrance of the cave, then broke away from the gravity under the sun and rushed towards the clear sky.
Under the white clouds in the sky, densely packed Prowler fighter jets were guarding the bulky Crusher bombers, flying towards the huge Tree of Life.
Around the Tree of Life, there was a low roar from the anti-aircraft gun position, and one anti-aircraft gun fired shells after another, trying to drive away the enemy planes surrounding the Tree of Life.
"Boom!" A black energy ball flew directly into the canopy of the Tree of Life, breaking the branches, and finally exploded, blowing away countless leaves.
A thick branch was broken by the explosion and fell down, breaking the smaller branches below. Finally, it crashed to the ground and smashed an anti-aircraft missile launch vehicle with an empty launcher.
These launch vehicles have exhausted their missiles and are now discarded on these positions like scrap metal, used as false targets.
In fact, it is to deceive the opponent to attack and attract part of the bombing firepower, which is an example of making the best use of everything.
The lieutenant who climbed to a high altitude saw through his fighter radar the densely packed enemy targets on the battlefield.
Before the outbreak of this war, the Air Force pilots of the Airan Hill Empire had never seen so many enemies on their radar search interface.
In fact, for most of the past time, the pilots of the Airanshir Empire have always seen more friendly identification friend or foe signals on their radars than enemy radar identification signals.
Who would have thought that one day, the air force of the Airan Hill Empire would lose its air supremacy and would have no choice but to stage such a drama of going to the meeting alone?
With his back against the Tree of Life, the lieutenant pointed the nose of his aircraft at the countless radar signals in the distance. He used his thumb to release the launch safety of his missile, and then locked the target to be attacked.
"Come on!" He muttered quietly, and then pressed the red button to attack. With a slight vibration, the missiles on both sides detached from the aircraft pylons one after another and rushed towards the distance.
"Boom!" Below the clouds, inside the escorting group of Prowler fighter jets, explosions occurred one after another after being hit by missiles.
Some of the Prowler fighters that were suddenly attacked began to climb, some began to slide sideways, and suddenly dispersed.
"Hoo!" Having seen the enemy planes flying towards them, these Prowler fighter jets began to fire black energy bombs.
Because there were too many enemy planes, these black energy groups seemed like fishing nets, covering the only J30 fighter jet flying in the direction.
At this time, the soldiers of the Airanhill Empire on the ground saw a scene that they could not forget.
A plane braved the sky full of artillery fire and rushed towards the dense formation of enemy aircraft, carrying an indomitable momentum.
No one would have thought that this precious picture recorded by the sensor camera on the power mecha would be transmitted in real time and sent to outer space.
The lieutenant piloting the plane saw the black energy group flying in that covered the sky, and slightly pulled his control stick. The fighter immediately responded to him, turning sideways and passing through the dense black energy.
The next second, he rushed into the formation of the enemy aircraft, then quickly turned left, locking onto a Prowler that was making the same turn.
At the moment when the locking aperture in front of him caught his opponent's light and flashed, the lieutenant pulled the trigger and fired a short sweep.
The tracer bullets drew curves in the air and passed by the Prowler fighter jet. In order to avoid the attack of the enemy plane chasing him, the lieutenant was forced to give up the follow-up attack.
Without the support of wingmen and at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, the technical gap between the two sides is completely unimportant at this time.
The lieutenant with a wry smile looked at the swaying figure of the Prowler fighter biting its tail projected on the rearview camera, turned the joystick, and aimed at the bulky Crusher not far away.
These bloated large bombers do not have superb maneuverability. As long as they are bitten, they will basically be destroyed.
Just because there are fewer and fewer fighter jets in the Airanshir Empire, these Crusher bombers are becoming more and more rampant. Before, these Crushers rarely went deep into the areas controlled by the Airanshir Empire to carry out bombing missions, because the Watchers
We really can't afford to lose these huge guys.
"Thud, thud, thud!" This time, another row of bullets pierced the sky, and the light of the tracer bullet penetrated the wing of the Crusher bomber, leaving a row of holes in it.
The suddenly damaged structure could not support the huge air resistance, and the next second the damaged wing of the Crusher bomber was overwhelmed and broke off.
Passing by the Crusher that began to crash, the lieutenant saw the approaching Prowler fighter jets through the cabin glass.
He shook off the Prowler that was chasing him and launched an attack on another Crusher not far away.
"Boom, boom, boom!" Another series of bullets were fired, and the crusher exploded in the air, bursting out into a ball of brilliant flames.
Almost at the same time, the J30 fighter jet, which was hit by black energy from all directions, also exploded and turned into a ball of burning scrap metal, falling rapidly from the sky.
