Chapter 1577
My Empire Chapter 1577
2021-10-15
Chapter 1577 1579 Falling flames"The other party is bombing Tree of Life... The structure of the atmosphere is relatively stable, but it is estimated that it will not last long It's gone." An officer reported the latest situation to Andre with a bit of frustration.
In the dimly lit underground headquarters, officers at work were busy walking around. Some people are watching the latest frontline battle in front of the computer. The surface of the planet controlled by the Alanhill Imperial forces has been compressed to a very small size.
Although in such a deep underground bunker, Andre couldn't hear the rumble of the enemy's artillery, but in fact the enemy was not far from his headquarters.
The fastest advancing enemy was already less than 90 kilometers away from where he was. Supporting these lines of defense are the Alanhill Imperial troops with fewer and fewer weapons in their hands.
Most of the troops are already quite exhausted, and they have been unable to take regular rest due to the lack of reserves.
Under the successive attacks of the Wardens, who basically did not need to rest, these weary troops became more and more exhausted, and less and less energy to launch a counterattack.
Almost as Andrei had expected, after consuming a large stockpile of weapons, his troops began to crumble.
In the front of the defense, including self-propelled artillery, he can easily assemble more than 300 heavy artillery to provide powerful fire support.
And now, he was able to mobilize 100 artillery pieces to support his troops.
There is no way, as the opponent's artillery becomes more and more dense, the opponent's air force bombs more and more frequently, and the use of weapons increases, and the number of self-propelled artillery he can use is sharply reduced.
Lack of spare parts support, maintenance has become relatively difficult, coupled with the continuous increase in the battle damage rate, artillery units have gradually begun to be unable to support the existing 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 and leading to the total collapse of the army.
The same is true for the troops of the Alanhill Empire. The disadvantage of the Air Force eventually consumes a large number of anti-aircraft missiles. The exhaustion of anti-aircraft missiles transfers the pressure of air supremacy to the ground forces. Large targets that are easily hit: artillery, tanks, cars Wait until it is hit hard first, and then all the pressure falls on the light infantry.
Without the cover of heavy weapons and the loss of air support, the grenadiers had to fight alone, and the rate of loss naturally became exaggerated.
Now, the reinforcements of several millions of troops have almost been lost, and there are only more than 2 million soldiers left in Andre's hands.
What disturbed him was that it wouldn't be surprising if the two million soldiers collapsed within a few hours.
Because before his 2 million troops had 100 combat numbers, now his 2 million troops belong to more than 500 command units.
There is no way, the number of troops that have been formed by the Watchers' troops is very small, and most of them are the remnants of the rest after the loss.
Sadly, it was originally stipulated that the troops that lost 1,000 people would be replaced and rested, but they were sent out because of a problem somewhere - and then the troops that lost 2,000 men were withdrawn and rested. , and later becomes a loss of half to be eligible for rotation.
Until a few days ago, Andrei had already started dispatching logistical troops and civilian personnel into temporary combat teams for reinforcements.
Unsurprisingly, after being dispatched, these rogue troops, which were temporarily formed into an army, never retreated to rest—they were all lost!
Andre knew very well that it wouldn't be long before the remnants of the troops in his hands would begin to decrease sharply and return to zero quickly. At that time, it will be the moment when he, the commander, will die.
His adjutant pointed at the holographic map and introduced Andrei: "The remaining two armored divisions were concentrated in a relatively flat direction according to your order, but calculating the consumption speed, They can't support it for long."
While speaking, he pointed to another direction: "General Adair is here to block the enemy's attack, and this is also the direction of the enemy's key attack. A large number of Conquerors have been invested, and these Conquerors are very difficult to deal with.”
“We have no nuclear weapons, and there are not many missiles left, but there are quite a lot of rocket launchers and ordinary artillery shells in reserve...” An Dere stared at the holographic map and said.
He put the tablet in his hand on the edge of the table, and the screen also displayed the specific amount of ammunition in stock.
This number is decreasing sharply, because the fighting has not stopped 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 estimated that the weapon could last for more than a year, but now it only seems to be enough for two months, and the consumption rate is Six times as expected, the computational model has been redesigned.”
“Many weapons are destroyed and not consumed normally, which 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 used bombing to destroy many of our artillery positions and front-line bunkers."
"Many ammunition depots were directly destroyed. , so the consumption of ammunition is much faster than the normal consumption rate." Andre Nodded agreed with his adjutant's statement: "Bazooka launch vehicles, artillery, missile launch vehicles, many weapons and equipment have been bombarded by air strikes or enemy artillery. Destroy, which reduces 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." Lieutenant comforted.
"Of course it's worth it!" Andrei laughed: "And, it's not just worth it!"
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"Sir! Still Let me go!" A second lieutenant grabbed the arm of an officer in front, his face was full of unwillingness: "Let me go!"
"This is the last J-30 fighter jet, How can I give her to you with confidence?" The lieutenant officer walking in front held White's helmet with a faint smile on his face.
He looked at the hand holding his anti-compression suit, lifts the head and looked at the pilot of his wingman: "You have crashed one, and you are flying ass! Release! Release me! Go!"
After he finished speaking, he tugged at his arm, tore the opponent's hand away, turned his head and walked towards the fighter jet parked in the hillside bunker.
This airport runway was built in the mountain, and it took a lot of effort to build it. Now it's showing its value, the watchmen's troops bombed almost all the field airfields, but this hidden place was not found.
"The enemy is attacking Tree of Life, the anti-aircraft missiles have been exhausted, and the anti-aircraft artillery units have suffered heavy losses. I won't take off at this time, when will I fly?" Entering his cockpit, he stuck his head out and said to the unwilling wingman pilot standing next to the plane: "Get out of the way!"
Although still reluctant, the pilot still released his grasp The palm of the hand holding the gangway. The simple gangway was folded and retracted into a small hatch on the side of the plane.
"Don't worry about me, I'll try my best to get back." The lead lieutenant pilot laughed, then looked at the plane's full of missiles.
The ground crew responsible for refueling took away the fuel tank, the ground crew who closed the fuel tank hatch gave a thumbs up to the cockpit, and some pilots who survived parachuting stood at attention and saluted the fighter, The engine began to warm up and growl in the bleak.
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 lever, banging the throttle.
The plane, which had already adjusted its direction long ago, roared towards the entrance of the cave, then escaped its gravity under the sun and rushed towards the clear sky.
And beneath the white clouds in the sky, densely packed Prowler fighter jets are escorting hulking crusher bombers towards the massive Tree of Life.
Around the Tree of Life, there was a low roar from the anti-aircraft gun positions, and one after another shot the anti-aircraft guns, trying to disperse the enemy planes around the Tree of Life.
"bang!" A black energy group flew directly into the tree canopy of Tree of Life, breaking the branches, and finally exploded, knocking off countless leaves.
A sturdy branch was broken by the explosion, fell down, smashed the small branches below, and finally crashed to the ground, smashing an anti-aircraft missile launcher with an empty launcher.
These launch vehicles have run out of missiles and are now discarded like scrap iron on these positions for use as false targets.
In fact, it is to deceive the opponent to attack and attract part of the bombing firepower, which is a model of making the best use of everything.
The lieutenant, who had climbed to the heights, saw the densely packed enemy target on the battlefield through his fighter radar.
Before this war, Air Force pilots of the Alanhill Empire had never seen so many enemies on their radar search interface.
In fact, for most of the past, the pilots of the Alanhill Empire have seen more friendly-foe-friend-identification signals on their radars than enemy radar-identification signals.
Who would have thought that there would be such a day when the air force of the Alanhill Empire would lose air superiority and could only helplessly stage such a big drama of going alone into enemy lines?
With his back to the Tree of Life, the lieutenant aimed his nose at the countless radar signatures in the distance. He used his thumb to open his missile launch safety, and then locked on the target to attack.
"Come on!" he muttered softly, then pressed the red button for attack. With a slight vibration, the missiles on both sides separated from the aircraft pylon one after another and rushed towards the distance.
"bang! "Under the clouds, inside the escorting Prowler fighter group, explosions after being hit by missiles came one after another.
The Prowler fighter jets that were suddenly attacked, some began to climb, some began to slide, and suddenly dispersed.
"Whoo!" Having seen the enemy planes approaching, these Prowler fighters began to fire black energy bombs.
Because there are too many enemy planes, these black energy groups are like fishing nets, shrouding the only J-30 fighter jet that is flying in the front.
At this time, the soldiers of the Alanhill Empire on the ground saw an unforgettable scene.
An aircraft, braving the artillery fire from the sky, rushed towards the densely packed enemy aircraft formation, with a press forward imposing manner.
No one would have thought that this precious picture recorded by the sensor camera on the power mecha was transmitted in real time and sent to outer space.
The lieutenant piloting the plane saw the black energy group flying in covering the heavens, shielding the sun, and slightly pulled his joystick, the fighter immediately responded to him, and turned his body from the dense passed through the black energy.
The next second, he rushed into the formation where the enemy plane was, and then quickly turned left, locking on to a Prowler who was making the same turn.
The moment the locked aperture in front of him caught the flickering light of the opponent, the lieutenant pulled the trigger and fired a short burst.
The tracer rounded the air one after another, brushing past the Prowler fighter. The lieutenant was forced to give up subsequent attacks in order to avoid the attack of the enemy planes chasing after his tail section.
Without the support of wingmen and the absolute disadvantage in quantity, the technical gap between the two sides is completely irrelevant at this time.
face revealed a bitter smile The lieutenant looked at the swaying silhouette of the tail-biting Prowler fighter projected on the rearview camera, turned the joystick, and aimed at those not far away The bulky crusher.
These bloated and large bombers do not have superb maneuverability. As long as they are bitten, they are basically destined to be destroyed.
It's only because the Alanhill Empire has fewer and fewer fighter jets that these crusher bombers are getting more and more rampant. Before these crushers seldom went deep into the Alanhill Empire control area to carry out bombing missions, because the watchers really couldn't afford to lose these huge guys.
"tú tú tú tú!" At this time, another row of bullets cut through the sky, and the tracer's light penetrated the wing of the crusher bomber, leaving a row of holes in it .
The suddenly damaged structure was unable to support the huge air resistance, and the damaged wing of the crusher bomber was overwhelmed and broken in the next second.
Passing by the crusher that started to crash, the lieutenant saw the Prowler fighter who was besieging him through the cabin glass.
He shook off the Prowler who was chasing him behind him and attacked another Crusher not far away.
"tú tú tú tú!" Another series of bullets shot out, and the crusher exploded in the air, bursting into a splendid flame.
Almost at the same time, the J-30 fighter jet hit by the black energy from all directions also exploded, turning into a mass of burning scrap iron and falling rapidly from the air.
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Happy Dragon Boat Festival everyone
(end of this chapter)