Chapter 1633

Chapter 1633

My Empire Chapter 1633

2021-10-15

Chapter 1633 1635 We'll be back tomorrow

The tank's tracks run over a struggling sweeper , the grenadiers of the Alanhill Empire, armed with electromagnetic rifles, stepped across a bleak battlefield.

The place is littered with the corpses of sweepers, and the stumps of limbs, as there has just been a major battle here and the Alanhill Empire has covered the area with heavy artillery fire.

"Pay attention to inspection! Be careful! Check every corpse! We won't take prisoners in this battle! We will deal with all the enemies that can still move! Move cleanly!" The commander with the weapon stepped on the On the wreckage of a destroyer tank, he ordered to his soldiers.

What responded to him was a crisp gunshot, and a soldier shot blankly at the sweeper who was still struggling under his feet.

On the second day of Operation Long Sword, the Alanhill Empire's counterattacks faced more enemies than the first.

They have been fighting for a day. During this day, they pushed forward frantically and hit somewhere on the outer defense line that was abandoned at that time.

If the map hadn't been broken, this was indeed part of the Alanhill Empire's abandonment at the time.

But now, there is no trace of any man-made structures here. Those bombed-out bunkers, those trench networks that were dug up densely packed tangled and complicated, have all disappeared.

How obvious the landmark traces no longer exist, it is only a precise coordinate on the electronic map that can prove that this place is here.

If it wasn't for their bombing just now, many craters were left here, and there might not even be any pits, just like the surface of a barren primordial planet.

The hatred or fear of the guards grows exponentially for any soldier who sees this. They don't understand why such enemies are fighting against them, so they are more determined to solve these enemies.

No way, since the contradiction cannot be reconciled, it can only solve the problem by fighting! Whoever is strong will have the power to continue to live, and whoever is weak will be destroyed!

This war has been divorced from politics and economics, and everything continues for survival. Killing, just to survive, makes this war from the very beginning seem extremely sad.

Besides a listening Warrior off-road jeep, an officer is projecting on the car's front bonnet with an electronic map.

He pointed to a place and introduced to his superior: "There is a col in front! The bomber has just washed the ground, and there should not be too many sweepers there..."

On the map, some light spots are advancing along the lowlands, and these light spots represent the friendly force's identification friend or foe signal.

He pointed to the two sides of the col, the slightly higher heights, and continued: "If we continue to advance, the enemy troops on both sides of the col will attack us! So our best solution is to Drive in a roundabout way along the ridge, hit one side, and wait for the other side to come over and die!"

After listening to the introduction of the situation by his subordinates, the commander with sunglasses, nodded, made his own Decision: "Let the artillery cover this col and delay the enemy reinforcements on the other side! Let's cut in from the left flank! Let the tanks follow!"

"Yes! Sir!" The subordinate grabbed Picked up a communicator in the back row of the Warriors off-road vehicle, pressed the switch and commanded: "Call the assault force! Call the assault force! Offensive route 33-75, 34-76, 35-77... Attack along the ridge! Keep the communication open! "

"Understood!" At the forefront of the team, a troop that was resting, an officer with an electromagnetic assault rifle put down his hand that pressed the headset switch, and then shouted to his soldiers. The order to assemble: "Magician troops! Assemble and assemble! Fast!"

A group of magician and heavy armored grenadiers who cooperated with magician put down their food and gathered around.

They were surrounded by their officers. Although there were not many people, it could be seen that the battle strength of this unit was extremely strong.

Because there are elves, dwarves, humans and Dragon Clan among them, and even some high level Demon Races.

According to some secret statements within the Alanhill Empire, that is, the more complex the troop composition, the stronger the battle strength.

However, this statement is not entirely accurate, and there are still some ways. Chris's Imperial Family guards, for example, are actually mostly human, and that hasn't changed.

Although there are also Elf Races working in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, they are not many. Until two years ago, the Imperial Family Guards of the Alanhill Empire had Dragon Clan and Beastman Race warriors.

In addition, among the most elite troops in the Alanhill Empire, the troops that are all human have always been strengthened, and the latest battle strength is almost the strongest.

But if the composition is more complex and the battle strength is stronger, it is actually true, because the special forces of the Alanhill Empire and some assault force battle groups with very strong battle strength, the races are indeed all Very messy.

The officer pointed to the direction of the upcoming assault and said to all the soldiers: "Later, the rocket artillery unit will be here, and here will be covered shooting... 20 seconds after the end of the shelling, Everyone cut into positions and killed all the targets that could move! Do you understand?"

"Understood!" Everyone replied in unison.

"Check supplies! Supplies! Ammunition! Energy replenishment! Carry as many energy cells as possible!" The commander tirelessly warned repeatedly.

Every time he attacked, he would say so once, and no one would dislike his noise. Because this is the gentleness of the commander, he really hopes that his soldiers can be foolproof and all return safely.

"Are you all ready?" The officer asked loudly again, seeing that his soldiers had all checked their backpacks and tactical vests.

"No problem!" Everyone nodded.

"Action!" The officer waved his hand forward vigorously, and everyone rushed out in that direction.

As they ran forward, as if it had nothing to do with them, the Alanhill Empire's Bazooka troops began to perform.

Countless rocket artillery shells crossed the battlefield, like one after another meteor, across the sky and landed on the other side of the ridge.

In the beginning, there was a seemingly non-existent vibration on the ground, which was a huge vibration caused by a huge explosion in the distance.

And then everyone heard the dull explosion, as if a giant was pounding the ground with its Iron Fist.

A wheeled armored vehicle whizzed past, and the communication antenna on the turret swayed from side to side as the vehicle jolted.

The battle thus kicked off, with smoke billowing toward where the sky was churning, and the Sweeper's troops were being formed rainstorm baptism by artillery shells.

Then, the sweepers, who were dazed by the bombing, suddenly saw one side of the ground, and a large number of enemy troops rushed out.

So they roared and rushed towards these enemies who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth, and began a bloody fight.

The huge magic array lights up, and one magic after another falls from the sky. The sound of explosions came and went, and there were odd cries that made people have one's hair stand on end.

A human mage strafed with an electromagnetic rifle behind a shimmering magical barrier. Beside him, a Dragon Clan is also using magic to clear the surrounding enemies.

On their side, on a heavy armored vehicle, the electromagnetic cannon was firing continuously, and the shells were accelerated to the extreme, smashing into the crowd of sweepers.

In an instant, the sweeper's troops turned on their backs, and the sweepers whose bodies were shattered by the bullets fell on their backs, and their arms were thrown far and far away due to the tearing force of the bullets.

"Kill!" In the tragic battlefield, an Elf Race magician swung a long sword and leaped into the crowd of sweepers, her hair fluttering in the fire, as smooth as silk.

Where she jumped into the enemy group, a cloud of black smoke soon rose after the explosion. The sweepers turned their backs, blood splashed.

"For Alanhill!" More soldiers joined the fight, covering each other as they charged into the crowd of sweepers.

The black flag of the Alanhill Empire fluttered on the battlefield, the sound of rocket explosions had not completely stopped, and the frontal battlefield had begun a white-hot hand-to-hand combat.

A group of warriors with long swords wrapped in magic, under the cover of various high-tech weapons, rushed into the position of the guardian troops.

On the other side, the guard's troops also ended their panic and began to besiege the Alanhill Empire troops in front of them.

The two sides are entangled together, killing them in a dark and dark way. 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 line of defense began to stabilize.

Of course, the Alanhill Empire's offensive troops still had the absolute advantage on the battlefield. An electromagnetic tank fired on the edge of the battlefield, easily penetrating a Destroyer tank that had just joined the battle.

While the two Destroyer tanks were exploding, more Destroyers began to slaughter out of the Sweeper's crowd. Black energy groups were flying everywhere. Occasionally, a human armored vehicle or tank was hit, and the explosion burst into flames and billows of black smoke.

"Destroy those destroyers! Cover the armored units and move on!" The commander, who was hiding among the corpses of the sweepers, pulled the trigger to fire, and commanded loudly in the intercom.

After hearing the order, the magicians began to focus their fire on the numerous Destroyers. Destroyer after Destroyer was destroyed and exploded, and the wreckage on the battlefield was almost connected.

Leaning behind the wreckage of these destroyers, the Human Grenadiers came into play. With their assault rifles and grenades, they can continuously fight in this difficult terrain, taking out the sweepers who hide in it.

Then precise artillery shelling began to fall on these wrecks, one after the other, precision-guided and corrected ballistics, fell on the sweeper-controlled area of the battlefield.

The huge explosion shook the world, and thanks to precision-guided shells, the soldiers of the Empire of Alanhill could fight in close proximity to the shelling. They are not afraid of their shells falling over their heads, unlike the Sweeper troops.

The Warden units are similar to the German units in the early days of WW2, they are not supported by long-range artillery, the only destroyer tanks that can be regarded as long-range firepower, and are more like tanks than self-propelled artillery.

The previous Sweeper attack relied on the air suppression support of the Prowlers and Crusher, similar to the German World War II-era air superiority and dive bomber battlefield precision strikes.

However, when facing the Alanhill Empire, air supremacy became less stable, and air supremacy on the battlefield changed hands from time to time, so the Sweeper troops had little support from long-range artillery fire.

They can only rely on direct firepower, but the direct firepower of individual soldiers is obviously not as shocking as long-range support firepower.

After a large number of Destroyers were destroyed, such flaws were exposed. The Sweeper troops were starting to lose their grip, and the losses became unmanageable.

Because the guard's troops are not created out of thin air immediately, they also need to accumulate, and it also takes 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 swallow the corpses of the enemy, their phagocytosis and replication ability will be further offset.

Under such circumstances, the watchmen troops were obviously at a disadvantage on this battlefield, and they had to shrink their defense lines and reduce their losses.

Because if they continued to hold on to this position, they would only locally form an unfilled pit that kept losing troops, eventually causing all nearby watcher troops to be filled in.

As a result, a bigger vacuum is created, and as a result they lose more of their control zone, which is not worth the loss.

"Put in the Conqueror! Quick! Otherwise the troops can't stand it!" After seeing the situation on the battlefield, a watchman commander anxiously ordered his subordinates behind him.

"It will take a while for them to come! We must retreat now!" another Warden commander persuaded.

"Then let the troops retreat quickly! Give up here! Why haven't the troops on the flank come yet?" asked the commander who was about to mobilize Conqueror to join the battlefield after changing his order.

"The troops on the flanks were overwhelmed by enemy attacks and suffered heavy losses! They..." explained the persuading commander.

"Okay!" Looking at the battle situation in the distance, the leading commander interrupted him: "Get out of here! Anyway, we can kill us tomorrow! Retreat!"

As far as he can see, the forces of the Alanhill Empire have smashed through a line of Sweeper's defenses like a hot knife through butter.

The lines are littered with destroyed Destroyer tanks that explode and burn, and the corpses of sweepers scattered across the line.

(end of this chapter)