Chapter 486
My Empire Chapter 486
2020-11-03
Chapter 486 487 HuntingA symphony requires different instruments, and music on the battlefield also requires different weapons to play. The battle culminates when all the voices join in.
The 406mm rocket launcher's imposing manner during salvo fire is as spectacular as the mountains and the sea.
If you don't distinguish carefully, you will think that your position is attacked by the enemy, but if you look carefully, you will enjoy the magnificent sight of countless flames spraying out and flying to the enemy's positions in the distance. scene.
Such a rocket can hit more than 250 kilometers. Although the landing point is not so precise, the explosive power of the warhead can cover a range of one kilometer in diameter. Every time the rockets carrying the high-explosive warheads attacked, it was enough to make the enemy's defense line The earth shook and the mountain quivered.
Tony watched such rockets fall into Bojost, and watched the originally silent city of Bojost boil again like boiled water.
Clearly, history does not intend for this city to end its misery. The arrival of Alanhill's soldiers opened another prelude to the destruction of the city.
Wagons of infantrymen passed through the camp where Tony rested. They held the rifles in their hands and looked at the T-72 tanks neatly lined up by the roadside with indifferent eyes. .
Compared to the ancient equipment of World War II, most of the current Alanhill South Line warriors have been replaced with more advanced individual equipment. They wear Kevlar helmets and tactical vests that can be stuffed with ceramic bulletproof sheets.
The vest has pockets for magazines, as well as several egg-shaped grenades with prefabricated fragments. At the same time, tactical flashlights, multi-function bayonets, pistols and other equipment are readily available, and almost every soldier is armed to the teeth.
These elite soldiers have more sustained firepower, better protection, higher levels of training, and more satisfactory salaries than their grenadier predecessors treatment.
Most of them only served on the front line for 150 days, and about 200 days of the remaining time were rotations in the front line barracks, and the remaining ten days were free family leave to leave the front line.
The current army is more humane than before, but its battle strength is stronger - what supports these soldiers is will and ideal, responsibility and belief. Through ideological and moral education, they, like Tony, realize that this is a war for human life and death, so they must spare no effort.
More and more soldiers give up their vacations voluntarily. Even if they are replaced from the front line, they will learn some knowledge to improve themselves, and help the front line to complete the work of repairing equipment or taking care of the wounded.
For such an almost professional army, the battle strength is amazing. Backed by countless modern weapons and equipment, they are brave and skilled in combat, and they never surrender because it is a life and death battle without captives.
After passing over Tony's camp, trucks stopped at the edge of the city's ruins.
Soldiers scrambled to jump out of the truck. Behind them was a mortar firing position. A row of 82mm mortars was firing continuously, pouring shells until they found the devil. Troop's Block.
After lining up and counting, an entire infantry company was assembled. Soldiers who were ordered to inspect weapons piled their luggage in the company's partially intact houses, and then started at the ammunition distribution point. Get your own spare ammo.
The ground was littered with tiles and dark, deformed bones, and the military boots made a zhi zhi rattling sound when they stepped on it. After a rush of passwords, the soldiers began to carry their weapons, cautiously moving towards the city center.
Humans do not have the strong physiques of demons, nor do they have magical blessings, so they must rely on their own experience and wisdom, as well as weapons and equipment in their hands to defeat their opponents.
Fortunately, they were soldiers of Alanhill, and their country provided them with everything they needed. Even the kettles hanging behind their waists are high-tech products made of special materials.
"Search all buildings carefully! Check every room! Demons can hide in any room! Don't leave any blind spots! Call for help immediately if you encounter a deliberate target!" All The commanders are reminding their subordinates.
Each unit has been ordered before the action to minimize casualties. This is the basic principle that every unit abides by.
Overhead, the rocket nests on either side of their UH-1 cavalry helicopters are majestic, and the Gatling guns protruding from the plane's fuselage on the side brackets glare like a tiger watching his prey everything around.
As soon as the wind blows, the ammunition will rain down on the target, and then the more powerful fire will cover everything around.
Beginning a year ago, this war has been a war of attrition for Alanhill. Everyday all Hundreds of thousands of tons of metal used to make ammunition are consumed, and every inch of land that front-line soldiers walks will turn out discarded cartridge cases.
Approaching the center of the city, another castle collapsed to the ground. Bojost, which had no high-rise buildings in the first place, is now more like a flat land.
More than half of the buildings were rubble, and the walls that didn't collapse stood in the middle of piles of corpses and bones like devil's fingernails.
There are incompletely burnt furniture and wooden buildings everywhere. From time to time, demon dogs rush through the cracks of these ruins and wreckage, like giant mice that have seen light in the sewers.
The demon army guarding the city has become the direct target of Alanhill's vanguard to vent their anger. Those human soldiers who watched thousands of miles of fertile soil turn into hell have long wanted to bury these act recklessly with their own hands. of alien invaders.
So they did everything possible to destroy the demon troops who stayed in the city. A string of demon dog heads hung on wooden poles can often be seen on the roadside, and the blood of black flows along the wooden poles. down and blackened the surrounding land.
Besides such a Totem, there is often a wall that hasn't collapsed yet, and there are little bloodstains of black splashed on the wall. In higher places, a slogan full of hatred will be written in black blood: "Devil! All to die!"
The impressions of later generations about the Battle of Bojost mostly stay in a single picture. In the famous photo of the war correspondent, in this photo, each of the three human soldiers is holding the head of a demon soldier and smiling awkwardly at the camera. And the name of this photo is - "hunting".
(end of this chapter)