On the planet Higgs 3, Medias picked up a sandwich and ate it hungrily. Next to him was a parapet made of sandbags, and on the other side was the enemy's position.
After repeated demonstrations and observations, the troops of the Airanshir Empire discovered a rogue trick to deal with the Watchers.
When they were building fortifications, they used special sandbags made of polymer materials, which were filled with nearby soil and sand.
Such fortification guards are almost indestructible. Although they can eat the sandbags, they cannot absorb the sand inside to gain energy.
As a result, some of the defense lines established by the Elanshir Empire will not provide nutrients to the watchers, which fundamentally reduces the opponent's ability to devour the enemy and increase its own strength.
"General! The 3012th Armored Division is conducting an assault 12 kilometers away. They cut into the Guardian's defense line from the flank. The opponent dispatched Conquerors and Destroyers. The battle is going on fiercely." The adjutant handed a kettle to McGrady.
Yas, please report.
Medias nodded, looked at the nearby holographic map image projected by the portable mapper in front of him, and planned the attack deployment in his mind for a while.
This is a relatively open terrain. In fact, most of the terrain here is relatively open.
The ground troops of the Airanshir Empire fought with the ground troops of the Watchers five times here. The fierce battles turned this place into the surface of the moon, with craters everywhere, and the original appearance could no longer be seen.
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The original mounds have now been plowed into flat areas by repeated explosions. The original flat areas have turned into depressions, and the original creeks have even changed their course.
"The 3158th Infantry Division will conduct a short raid near here later... If it goes well, we can capture a mound on the other side." Medias pointed on the holographic map.
After finishing speaking, Medias picked up the kettle, took a sip, and returned the kettle to his adjutant: "You know the reason why I came here. The enemy just increased the number of troops nearby yesterday."
"Yes, General." The adjutant smiled and took the kettle: "But you still don't need to come to the front line in person."
"Don't worry, there's no way the watchers know I'm here... There aren't many opportunities to watch the battle directly at such a close range." Medias smiled and stuffed the last bite of the sandwich into his mouth.
Although the sandwich he ate seemed very simple, it was made with a lot of thought. The muscle used in the sandwich must be selected from good chicken breasts, and then marinated overnight with secret sauce to make it fully flavorful.
Then fry them in the morning. The sweet potatoes and purple potatoes inside also need to be steamed and then crushed carefully. Tomatoes are sliced and lettuce is washed.
The dishes inside are arranged one layer on the left and one on the right. The first layer is sliced cheese produced on Planet Hanhai 13, then tomatoes and eggs are placed in order, and sandwiched with toast.
Then put lettuce, fried chicken and the caviar that Medias likes to eat on the second piece of toast with purple sweet potato. Then cover it with the third piece of toast and heat it with a special machine before you're done.
After all, for a frontline force commander at the level of Medias, no matter how streamlined his food is, it must reflect his identity.
"Whew!" As he took the last bite of his sandwich, dozens of Z-30 helicopters with roaring engines passed over his head, and then countless rockets landed on the enemy's defensive positions.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Because the distance was probably less than 2 kilometers, Medias could hear the explosion of the rocket clearly.
Even some stones thrown away by the explosion tumbled and fell only a few dozen meters away from the garrison position of the Airansil Empire troops.
Along with the explosion, the sand that was thrown into the air slowly fell down like cotton wool. After dozens of seconds, a large number of stones and shrapnel fell from the air with crackling sounds.
The explosion shook the nearby ground. Before the huge noise stopped completely, the heavy armored grenadiers of the 3158th Infantry Division had already rushed out of the trenches and started a new round of attacks.
"Forward! For His Majesty the Emperor!" The leading commander took firm steps and walked towards the enemy's position step by step with his electromagnetic rifle.
More soldiers jumped out of the trenches with weapons in hand, and a large-scale attack began.
"Boom!" In the sky, countless accompanying drones are like swarms of bees, swarming in groups like dark clouds that are constantly changing shapes.
These drones will gather in the sky, and as soon as they find a target on the ground, they will swoop down and start a suicide attack.
Therefore, where there was no angle to attack the attacking infantry of the Elanthir Empire, the sweeper infantry of the Watchers began to fire into the sky, trying to shoot down the drones that gave them a headache.
Their attacks are actually effective, because there are too many drones and they are too dense, and the sweeper's black energy group attacks have a certain range, so they can often hit those flying detection and attack drones.
A dwarf wearing heavy armor picked up a grenade launcher, pointed it at the reverse slope and pulled the trigger. His huge mortar-like grenade launcher was fed by a bullet chain, which can be described as crude.
The recoil of that thing is so huge that it has almost no accuracy at all. However, its special ballistics can indeed make up for the shortcomings of electromagnetic rifles, so every infantry company has one.
"Ah! Hahahaha! Let them taste the power of the dwarf grandpa!" With a heroic smile, the dwarf did not care and kept pouring his ammunition on the reverse slope.
The ammunition chain was pulled into the grenade launcher, and then the grenades one after another fell to the invisible backside.
The other side of the reverse slope had been completely covered by the explosion. Groups of sweepers had just been baptized by armed helicopters and finally survived, but now they had to face a second disaster.
As a result, these sweepers crossed the ridgeline and began to counterattack the soldiers of the Elanshir Empire on the other side.
"For the will of God!" a sweeper shouted loudly, and his head was shattered by an incoming electromagnetic bullet just after he rushed over the ridge.
He lay down straight and didn't even have time to scream. Immediately after, more sweepers rushed out and fired desperately at the attacking troops of the Elanthir Empire.
"Where are the supporting tank units... don't let our infantry lose too much." Medias held the binoculars and ordered the commander of the 3158th Division beside him.
"The 1st Battalion of the 2nd Regiment of the 3004th Armored Division has joined the battle, over there!" Pointing to another direction on the battlefield, the commander of the 3158th Division replied.
"Oh?" Medias adjusted his perspective and looked at the other side of the battlefield with his telescope.
Sure enough, you can see electromagnetic tanks on the flanks over there, firing continuously at the guards' troops.
"The attack of the 3012th Armored Division attracted the attention of the nearby guard troops. The opponent's main force should have gone there now, and the battle here is expected to end soon. If nothing else happens, we will fight with the other side in the afternoon
The 3520th Division will join forces." The commander of the 3158th Division introduced.
"In this way, we will probably create an encirclement of about 30 kilometers horizontally and vertically. The opponent's approximately 30,000 troops will be annihilated in this encirclement." After he finished speaking, he waited for Medias to issue further orders.
"Just follow the pre-planned execution. There is no need to add any unnecessary extravagance." Medias' words made the other party breathe a sigh of relief.
After all, it is very disgusting to cross-level command and interfere with the decision-making of frontline commanders. Most people don't like to be told what to do, even by their superiors.
"Huh?" Just when the old general Medias was about to watch the fierce battle on the other side of the battlefield, he felt a slight vibration under his feet.
He frowned slightly, then lowered his head and looked at his feet. Then he realized something and looked at the commander of the 3158th Division: "Can these damn watchers know how to dig?"
"That's right." At this time, he also felt the vibration coming from under his feet, and the commander of the 3158th Division also became serious.
After answering Medias's question, he grabbed the phone next to him: "Ask the reserve team to come forward! The enemy may be approaching our starting position underground!"
"Alert! Guards! Alert!" The adjutant had already drawn the gun from his waist and shouted loudly to the headquarters security troops remaining in the trench.
The heavy armored grenadiers who were on guard with their weapons first gathered around Medeas and built a small defense around him.
"Drive them out! Detonate the concussion bomb!" A leading guard commander waved his hand to his men, gesturing for him to fire the weapon.
Medias, who was wearing a bulletproof vest, had already received the noise-canceling headphones from his adjutant.
Several grenadiers pressed the detonators, and the bombs that had been planted around the position to prevent the opponent from attacking from the ground began to explode one after another.
These bombs formed a ring, and their main explosion impact was aimed at the underground. Therefore, although the dust was raised all over the ground, it was not as tragic as imagined.
In the rising dust, a sweeper soldier rushed out of the ground. He bared his teeth and claws and pounced on the nearest heavy armored grenadier.
"Chug, chug, chug!" The grenadiers who had been on alert immediately opened fire, and the storm of ammunition smashed into sieves the sweepers who had rushed out of the ground.
One corpse after another rolled to the feet of the grenadiers, but no one was alive to continue causing damage to these grenadiers.
"Attention! Flamethrower!" A heavy-armored grenadier carrying a pressure tank, under the cover of his teammates, walked to the front of the large pit where the sweepers rushed out of the ground. He reminded everyone loudly, and then said to
Looking at the big hole, he pulled the trigger.
"Hoo!" The huge flames rushed directly into the cave, lighting up the dark cave and igniting everything inside.
A flaming sweeper rushed out of the hole, rolled violently on the ground, and finally became motionless.
Then, before the second sweeper rushed out with flames, the grenadier with a flamethrower started a new round of burning at the entrance of the cave.
"Hoo!" The blazing flames once again swept through the entire cave. About a few dozen meters away from the entrance of the cave, another sweeper emerged from the ground.
"Thud, thud, thud!" Because the distance was farther, the grenadiers of the Eilanhir Empire fired more calmly, intercepting the intruders who tried to get closer.
And the invaders finally stabilized their position and began to shoot at the soldiers of the Elanthir Empire with black energy bombs.
A ball of energy hit the Elanshir Empire's position, knocking off several sandbags and blowing up a clone soldier wearing a power mecha.
And soon, in the direction from which the black energy struck, several artillery shells from the Airanhill Empire fell, and the explosion shook the earth.
"Commander, it's not safe here anymore! You must leave here!" The commander of the guard force looked down at the somewhat embarrassed Medias and suggested.
"General! If you continue to insist here, I can only ask the reserve team to stay to protect your safety." The commander of the 3158th Division also persuaded.
"Okay! It seems that I can't stand the excitement." Medias also felt that being here would make his subordinates timid and unable to use their hands and feet.
So he looked at his adjutant and ordered: "Let's go, I think we should leave here."
"Armored vehicle! Armored vehicle! The general retreats along the traffic trench to the No. 3 connection point! Be alert around... pay attention to air defense!" While waving to his soldiers, gesturing for them to follow and retreat, the guard commander gave instructions through the radio
Said: "Switch the highest level communication channel! Change the communication encryption algorithm!"
"Communication encryption changed! Communication encryption changed!" In the headset, the echo from the armored vehicle response unit came: "This is the headquarters armored vehicle unit! We are heading to location 3! Location 3! Repeat! Location 3!"
Behind the entire defense line, on the backside of a reverse slope, armored vehicles drove rapidly one after another, and then suddenly stopped.
The rear doors of the two armored vehicles with weapons stations at the front and rear opened the moment they parked, and heavy armored grenadiers jumped out of the vehicles one after another.
Above the convoy's head, defense drones and surveillance drones circled alternately.
The penultimate vehicle in the entire convoy was a dedicated anti-aircraft missile launcher. This armored vehicle was not manned. Inside its body were 16 high-speed anti-aircraft missiles arranged vertically.
"We are ready!" said an officer who leaned out of the armored vehicle and held the headphones hanging on his ears with his hands.