The tracks of the tank ran over a struggling sweeper. The grenadiers of the Eilanhir Empire, holding electromagnetic rifles, trampled across a desolate battlefield.
There are corpses of sweepers everywhere, and there are broken limbs and broken arms everywhere, because a large-scale battle just took place here, and the Elanshir Empire covered this area with fierce artillery fire.
"Pay attention to the inspection! Look carefully at your feet! Screen every corpse! We don't want any prisoners in this battle! Deal with all enemies who are still moving! Move more cleanly!" The commander holding the weapon stepped on the remains of a destroyer tank.
, ordered to his soldiers.
What responded to him was a crisp gunshot, and a soldier fired another shot expressionlessly at the cleaner who was still struggling at his feet.
On the second day of Operation Long Sword, the counterattack forces of the Elanshir Empire faced more enemies than on the first day.
They had been fighting continuously for a day. During this day, they pushed forward crazily and reached somewhere on the peripheral defense line that was abandoned at that time.
If the map is not damaged, this is indeed part of the position abandoned by the Airansil Empire at that time.
But now, there are no traces of any man-made buildings here. Those bombed-out bunkers and the dense and intricate trench transportation network that were excavated have all disappeared.
There are no traces of obvious landmarks anymore. The only thing that can prove that this place is here is a precise coordinate on the electronic map.
If it weren't for their recent bombing, which left many craters here, there might not even be any craters here, and it would be as clean as the surface of a barren primitive planet.
The hatred or fear of the guards increased exponentially for the soldiers who saw all this. They did not understand why such enemies were fighting against them, so they became more determined to deal with these enemies.
There is no way, since the contradiction cannot be reconciled, the problem can only be solved through fighting! Whoever is strong will have the right to continue to live, and whoever is weak will be destroyed!
This war has been separated from politics and economics, and everything is just for survival. Killing is just for survival, making this war extremely sad from the beginning.
Next to a fierce off-road Jeep, an officer was projecting an electronic map on the car's front engine hood.
He pointed to a place and introduced to his superiors: "There is a mountain col ahead! The bombers have just cleaned the ground. There should not be too many sweepers there yet..."
On the map, some light spots are moving along the lowlands. These light spots represent the identification friend or foe signals of friendly forces.
He pointed to the slightly higher plateaus on both sides of the mountain col, and continued: "If we continue to move forward, the enemy troops on both sides of the mountain col will attack us! So our best way is to take a detour along the ridge to one side.
Push forward, hit one side, and wait for the other side to come over and die!"
After listening to his subordinates' introduction to the situation, the commander wearing sunglasses nodded and made his own decision: "Let the artillery cover this mountain col and delay the enemy's reinforcements on the other side! Let's cut in from the left wing! Let the tanks
Troops follow up!"
"Yes! Sir!" The subordinate grabbed an intercom from the back of the Warrior off-road vehicle, pressed the switch and ordered: "Call the assault force! Call the assault force! Attack route 33-75, 34-76, 35-77
…Attack along the ridge! Keep communications open!”
"Understood!" At the front of the team, a troop was resting. An officer holding an electromagnetic assault rifle put down the hand pressing the headphone switch, and then loudly gave the order to his soldiers to assemble: "Magician
Troops! Gather, gather! Fast!"
A group of magicians and the heavy armored grenadiers who cooperated with the magicians put down the food in their hands and gathered around.
They surrounded their commanders. Although there were not many in number, it could be seen that this unit had extremely strong combat effectiveness.
Because among them there are elves, dwarves, humans, dragons, and even some high-level demons.
According to some secret opinions within the Airanhill Empire, the more chaotic the composition of the troops, the stronger the combat effectiveness.
However, this statement is not entirely accurate, and there are still some reasons for it. For example, most of Chris's Royal Guards are actually humans, and this has never changed.
Although there are elves working in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, there are actually not many of them. It was not until two years ago that the Royal Guards of the Elanthir Empire had dragon and orc warriors.
Moreover, among the most elite troops in the Airanhill Empire, the troops that are all human have always been focused on strengthening, and they are equipped with the latest combat power and are almost the strongest.
But in terms of the more complex the composition, the stronger the combat effectiveness, it is actually correct, because the special forces of the Airan Hill Empire and some very powerful assault force combat groups are indeed very mixed in race.
The officer pointed with his finger in the direction of the upcoming assault and said to all the soldiers: "Later, the rocket launcher troops will be here, here and here to cover the fire...20 seconds after the bombardment ended, everyone cut into the position and fired all the weapons they could."
Kill all the targets of the event! Do you understand?"
"Understood!" everyone replied in unison.
"Check the materials! Supplies! Ammunition! Energy replenishment! Carry as many energy batteries as possible!" the commander took the trouble to remind again.
He would give this warning every time he attacked, and no one would dislike his noise. Because this was the commander's tenderness, and he really hoped that his soldiers would be foolproof and all return safely.
"Are you all ready?" Seeing his soldiers checking their backpacks and tactical vests, the officer asked loudly again.
"No problem!" Everyone nodded.
"Action!" The officer waved his hand vigorously forward, and everyone rushed out in that direction.
As they ran forward, as if it had nothing to do with them, the rocket launcher unit of the Airanhill Empire began to perform.
Countless rocket launcher shells crossed the battlefield, like meteors, across the sky and landed on the other side of the ridge.
At first, there was a seemingly non-existent vibration on the ground, which was caused by a huge explosion in the distance.
Then everyone heard the dull explosion, as if a giant was beating the earth with his iron fist.
A wheeled armored vehicle roared past, and the communication antenna on the turret swayed left and right with the bumps of the vehicle.
The battle began like this, with thick smoke billowing into the sky, and the sweeper troops were being baptized by the storm caused by the shells.
Then, these sweepers who were stunned by the bombardment suddenly saw a large number of enemy troops rushing out from one side of the ground.
So they roared, rushed towards these enemies who didn't know the height of the sky, and started a bloody fight.
The huge magic circle lit up, and magic fell from the sky one after another. The sounds of explosions came one after another, and there were creepy and weird screams everywhere.
A human mage was shooting with an electromagnetic rifle behind the shining magic defense barrier. Next to him, a dragon was also using magic to clean up the surrounding enemies.
On one side of them, on a heavy armored vehicle, an electromagnetic machine gun was firing continuously. The shells were accelerated to the extreme and penetrated into the crowd of sweepers.
In an instant, the sweeper troops were overturned. Those sweepers whose bodies were shattered by bullets fell on their backs, and their arms were thrown far and wide due to the tearing force of the bullets.
"Kill!" In the tragic battlefield, an elf magician brandished a long sword and jumped into the crowd of sweepers. Her hair was flying in the flames of war, as smooth as silk.
Where she jumped into the enemy group, a cloud of black smoke soon rose up after the explosion. The sweepers were thrown onto their backs, and blood spattered.
"For Alain Hill!" More soldiers joined the battle. They covered each other and rushed into the crowd of sweepers.
The black flag of the Eilanhir Empire was flying on the battlefield, and the sound of rocket explosions had not completely stopped. A fierce close-quarters hand-to-hand combat had begun on the frontal battlefield.
A group of warriors with magic wrapped around their swords, under the cover of various high-tech weapons, rushed into the position of the Watchers.
On the other side, the guardsmen's troops also stopped panicking and began to besiege the Ailanthir Empire troops in front of them in a orderly manner.
The two sides were entangled, killing each other for a while. Soon an armored vehicle was hit by the Destroyer and caught fire. After a large number of Destroyer tanks entered the battlefield, the Sweeper's defense line began to become stable.
Of course, the offensive troops of the Eilanhir Empire still had an absolute advantage on the battlefield. An electromagnetic tank opened fire at the edge of the battlefield and easily penetrated a Destroyer tank that had just joined the battle.
While the two Destroyer tanks were exploding, more Destroyers began to kill out of the crowd of sweepers. Black energy groups were flying everywhere. Occasionally, a human armored vehicle or tank was hit, and the explosion burst into flames.
Black smoke billows.
"Destroy those Destroyers! Cover the armored troops and continue to advance!" The commander, hiding among a pile of sweeper corpses, ordered loudly into the intercom while pulling the trigger to fire.
After hearing the order, the magicians began to concentrate their firepower to attack the numerous Destroyers. One after another, the Destroyers were destroyed and exploded, and the wreckage on the battlefield was almost connected to one piece.
Behind the wreckage of these destroyers, the human heavy armored grenadiers came into play. Their assault rifles and grenades could fight continuously in such complex terrain and kill the sweepers hiding among them.
Then precise artillery fire began to fall on these wreckage, and one after another accurately guided artillery shells with modified trajectories landed on the battlefield area controlled by the sweepers.
The huge explosion shook the earth. Because of the precision-guided artillery shells, the soldiers of the Airanshir Empire could fight in the area very close to the shelling. They were not afraid that their shells would fall on their heads. This was different from the sweeping
The troops are completely different.
The Watcher troops are similar to the German troops in the early World War II. They have no long-range artillery support. The only destroyer tank that can be regarded as long-range firepower is more like a tank than a self-propelled artillery.
The sweeper force's previous offensive relied on the air suppression support of Prowlers and Crushers, similar to Germany's World War II-era air superiority and battlefield precision strikes of dive bombers.
However, when facing the Elanshir Empire, air supremacy became less stable, and battlefield air supremacy changed hands from time to time, so the sweeper troops were almost unable to receive long-range artillery support.
They can only rely on direct firepower, but the direct firepower of individual soldiers is obviously not as shocking as the long-range support firepower.
After a large number of Destroyers were destroyed, such flaws were exposed. The Sweeper troops began to be unable to support themselves, and the losses became uncontrollable.
Because the guardsmen's troops are not created out of thin air immediately, they also need to accumulate and take time, so the troops lost in local areas are really lost.
Especially in defensive operations, when they lose control of the battlefield, cannot recover the corpses of their own troops, and cannot devour the corpses of the enemy, their ability to devour and replicate will be further offset.
Under such circumstances, the Guardian troops were obviously at a disadvantage on this battlefield, and they had to shrink their defense lines to reduce their losses.
Because if they continue to hold on to this position, it will only form a large, unfilled hole in the local area that will continue to lose troops, and eventually all nearby watcher troops will be filled in.
In this way, a larger vacuum zone will be formed, in which case they will lose more control areas, which is not worth the gain.
"Add the conquerors! Hurry! Otherwise the troops will not be able to withstand it!" After seeing the situation on the battlefield, a watcher commander anxiously ordered his subordinates behind him.
"It will take a while for them to come here! We must retreat now!" Another watcher commander persuaded.
"Then let the troops retreat quickly! Give up here! Why haven't the troops on the flank come over yet?" After changing his order, the commander who was about to mobilize the conquerors to join the battlefield asked just now.
"The troops on the flanks were attacked by the enemy and suffered heavy losses! They..." the persuading commander explained.
"Okay!" Looking at the battle situation in the distance, the leading commander interrupted him: "Get out of here! Anyway, we can fight back tomorrow! Retreat!"
As far as he could see, the troops of the Airansil Empire had smashed through the sweepers' defense line with overwhelming force.
The defense line was littered with exploding and burned-out Destroyer tanks, as well as countless dissipating corpses of sweepers.
