People's Federation will live forever

The colonel sighed with emotion, but immediately, his face became hideous—"I'd like to see if it's the head iron, or our railgun is harder!"

The dashing Assault class didn't pay much attention to formation, and the distance of five kilometers was only 2 minutes for them.They first ran into a minefield under the Soviet army, and the Soviet-style anti-tank mines, which were comparable to aerial bomb charges, exploded one after another. The violent explosions smashed the huge body of the assault-class forward from the legs to the abdomen. Meat.And this first batch of blows couldn't even hinder their speed of advancement. The assault class that was behind bypassed or simply overturned the corpses of their companions, and came towards the direction without going forward.

According to intelligence, the Assault class always accounts for seven percent of the cluster, so there are 700 heads ahead to deal with.

On the side of the Guards, the number of railguns, large and small, reached 600, and a horizontal array was arranged, just to exert the frontal firepower...

"Fire!"

At this moment, it was as if a thunderbolt exploded between the sky and the earth. Hundreds of railguns fired at the same time in a very unified manner. The shining electric light was only stronger than the flames of traditional artillery, and it was fired at eight times the speed of sound. The crackling sound of the solid shells breaking the sound barrier almost shocked the eardrums of the right-wing Soviet soldiers!

For the officers who were still cursing just now, there was only one thought in their minds at this moment—that is, what a spectacular sight?

Whether it is the 40mm of the Sickle Mech or the 105 rail gun of the Predator Tank, under the urging of a strong voltage, the ionized part of the surface of the magnetized alloy cone leaves a white flight path through the friction of the air. Shooting in front of the line of defense opened up a unified barrage, like the strings of a harp.

But good-looking can’t be eaten as food. After one second of flight, the eight-times-sonic shell can pass through the attenuation of the air. At 5-6 times the speed, it collided head-on with the oncoming assault class. High-power optical observation recorded the hit. the moment--

The arc-shaped bone that can bounce off most of the 72-caliber armor-piercing shell of the Soviet Army T120 is like a walnut hitting a hammer, and the fragmentation occurs in an instant. The rift, and then the purple blood mixed with the tissue spewed out!

The 105 rail gun can kill an assault level with one shot!Although the small cannons of the sickle mecha can paralyze one end by shooting at the correct angle, but the efficiency is greatly reduced. Many of them can't penetrate the thick armor to reach the vital points, and all this is also recorded by the command room.

In this round of salvo, the row of Assault-level soldiers in front of them fell instantly, leaving dozens of hundreds of corpses behind.But it was not enough, the distance was only 2.8 kilometers, and the assault class arrived at the center of the defense line after 60 seconds!

Jintai's battery is charged, and the shells are loaded!

"The sickle mecha aims at the assault-level legs to slow down the progress, and the two-winged tanks shrink to the middle, killing them row by row!"

"boom!"

Another volley, dozens more fell, and the faster-firing mechs began to shoot at the assault-class legs, the shells shredded the legs and feet of a row of behemoths, forcing them to fall sideways and hit their own Companion, create chaos for its advance.

On the other side, the inspired Soviet soldiers also launched an attack. Tanks and anti-tank guns roared together. Naturally, their power cannot be compared with rail guns, but the flanks occupied by the Soviet army can shoot giant beasts without armor defense. back.Under the pincer attack from both sides, when there were 40 seconds left in the time, the number of the assault class that charged ahead had been reduced to 300.

Shoot, shoot again!The only sound on the battlefield was the sound of rumbling guns and the trembling sound of behemoths falling to the ground. After the last mile, in just 20 seconds, there were still more than 100 assault-class heads rushing towards us.

At this distance, there is no need for observation, or even deployment in the command room. All weapons are tilted towards the oncoming monster with full firepower!

There is actually a box on the left side of the Predator Tank, which seems to be vacant. When the cover is opened, two 150-caliber anti-tank missiles reveal their red warheads. Assault class back smashed down!

"boom--"

Explosions continued one after another, giant beasts fell silently, and railguns continued one after another, regardless of whether they were alive or temporarily paralyzed, as long as there was a high heat reaction in the observer, just hit them!

The last 5 seconds, the last 180 meters, accompanied by salvos of hundreds of Predators and more scythes, the last assault-level shambling body endured round after round of shelling, and its armor was riddled with holes , the blood flowing from its body stained the entire snow field purple, and its organizations were blown up all over the battlefield.

And Colonel Malashenko saw its last stubbornness, and the colonel himself sat back in his seat with a "plop".The screen full of signals was inadvertently processed. After he finished breathing, he realized that he was already in a cold sweat, and the circulatory system of the armor couldn't stop the cold sweat.

"Almost, almost."

He murmured, including everyone in the command vehicle, dare not think, if there are more, one hundred more, can the ground troops alone be able to hold them?

Damn it, this test is too dangerous, a single unit is not reliable, we need to bring more technical equipment in the future!

The colonel who made up his mind hadn't realized the impact of this battle on the nearby Soviet troops-to wipe out the assault class head-on!There is no artillery support yet, and he is unscathed. This is a miracle in the history of human wars against beta!

"Colonel, although 700 assault-class troops have been dealt with, there are still more than 9000 betas approaching. The betas that are mainly assault-class and tank-class are approaching rapidly. The Soviet army is waiting for our instructions!"

The adjutant reported that it only took 2 minutes from the beginning to the end of the battle. They defeated the most threatening one, but there was still a sea of ​​insects to deal with.

"The unmanned armored unit maintains the line of defense, avoids the assault-level corpses that hinder the shooting range, and orders the rear to urgently supply a batch of smashers by the way. That thing is suitable for the tactics of clearing away the sea of ​​people."

Colonel Malashenko gave the order, confidence returned to his face again.

"Inform the Soviet army to exchange fire freely, and let their artillery perform well before the light level is reached!"

PS: Why there is no assault class on Sira Moon, the main reason is that the moon is too poor and does not have the resources to build such a super-heavy class for the nest, and the brain class will also settle accounts.

Cough cough, how about the long-lost battle, do you still like it?

Chapter 81 Firepower is the key to victory ([-])

"Scylla and the earth share a common destiny, just like I stand beside you, you can rely on me like you rely on the earth."

In the sky above the Hydera Fortress, the flag of the Soviet Union was removed, and the silver flag of the People's Federation was raised again.Adhering to the People's Federation's truth of the "Declaration of Unification", the People's Federation will do everything in its power to help fellow citizens on Earth. During the conversation with Yu Yazov, Li generously made many promises that surprised him. These promises are even higher than the agreements they reached earlier, beyond any imaginable assistance, the scale and speed of action are rare in human history.

The first is the military. The automated troops of the Guards have already moved to the front line and engaged the beta strikers.The automated factories outside the fortress are continuously producing more and more drones, almost participating in the battle as soon as they come out, and the mighty air transport formations transport these war machines to the front line, everywhere in the sky It's all the roar of the engine.

Many of these transport aircraft spraying plasma flames are active equipment directly transferred from the guards of Sira. Under the efficient operation, the defense line stretching nearly [-] kilometers was quickly formed within a few hours.Not only these, the guards even had enough free time to help the Soviet army, sending these mud-legged heavy equipment and ammunition to the front line with an efficiency far exceeding its own supply capacity.Li took over most of their work. Many Soviet soldiers who had just arrived at the front line and got off the transport plane hadn't recovered from their confusion. They were thinking, but they didn't know whose help they were receiving.

Then there was a series of support operations after the battle, covering a series of assistance in technology and people's livelihood materials. These words were half cheered to Marshal Yazov's ears-he was happy that the committee he led did not Finding the wrong person, the Human Federation is generous and enthusiastic. These human beings from extraterrestrials regard the human beings on the earth as their compatriots.If this continues, regaining the country will no longer be a dream!

Li poured Yazov a glass of vodka and handed it to him with a sunny smile on his face, as if to say, "Drink it, this is your destiny."

But the other half—

"So, what's the price?"

Yazov didn't say so, but he was creeped out by it.Because Li just told him like this, like a notice - I'm going to do this, it doesn't matter whether you agree or not, and I don't care.

Wool always comes from sheep... Yazov felt a bit bitter in his mouth, and tentatively asked, "What can we offer you?"

"Oh, it's very simple." Li Rushi said, "Just stand on the right side and make the right choice."

However, he laughed and patted the Marshal on the shoulder: "Don't worry, we still have a battle to fight!"

"When the complete victory comes, we can talk freely at the banquet."

victory...

is our tradition.

"Koso-1 calls the Soviet Army's Third Armored Group! The No. 2000 line of defense has already blocked the Beta forward, but a Beta has deviated from the division, and the number of Beta around 1 has left the predetermined position. You must move to the Z[-] position as soon as possible to block it!"

"Here is the coastal defense force, more beta clusters have appeared, the number...they have crossed the water! We are short of troops and need support!"

The sound of rumbling guns resounded through the defense line of the northern border, salvos of shells roared in the sky, and barrages symbolizing death exploded on the ground one after another.The flames flickered, and the hail rockets scattered hundreds of cluster bombs in the sky. The blast waves gathered into a gust of wind and brought tons of snow to slap on the Soviet tanks.

Such intensive blows would appear every few minutes, and the other side of the mountain had become a hell of flames, but none of this could stop them—those black spots that gradually enlarged from the horizon were what terrified the frontline troops the most. Behemoth assault class!

"boom!"

The t72 armored group of the Soviet army turned the turret, and the king of war let out a roar. The 120 caliber gun barrels of one after another tanks burst into flames, and the long tungsten-core rods of the armor-piercing shells with the tail fins pierced fiercely in the assault-level round on the carapace.Although they have a larger caliber than the Predator, the effect of the shelling is not satisfactory. A few Assault-level fell down, but more are still moving forward!

Unlike the guards, the Soviet tanks turned their heads very skillfully, and began to retreat at full speed while the barrels bombarded backwards, fighting while running!Dozens of tanks are skillfully cooperating. After all, they are far from enough regardless of their power or number. Relying on the speed of retreat to delay the time of approaching as much as possible, and then firing as much as possible is the main tactic of human beings in ground warfare against Beta——

But this is not of much value. In front of the assault class with a speed of 170 kilometers per hour, the t72 can't even reach half of the opponent.The artillery never stopped firing, and soon the tank arrived at the infantry line of defense, and the corresponding anti-tank guns also fired at the incoming assault class, and the whistle of the mortar also sounded simultaneously.

The firepower on the defense line was fully fired. Looking from the sky, the Soviet army's defense line burst out with frightening firepower!Tons of metal slammed into Beta driven by chemical energy, the soldiers who had been lurking in the trenches stood up, and RPG shots bombarded the head of the giant beast that was close at hand with a long trajectory!

"This is the third armored group. It is exchanging fire with Beta. The first line of defense is about to fall. Artillery support is needed. Repeat, support is needed!"

Pigs leap forward.

It could not be more appropriate to describe the unstoppable charge of the assault level. When the giant beast stepped on the line of defense, those pathetic roadblocks were useless.The sharp cone-shaped carapace hit the forty-ton tank like kicking a stone, and the monster's huge feet stomped on the T72 with a "boom", and the Soviet defense line was punctured like a piece of paper, leaving only a messy defense line on the ground .

And for those tankers who were trampled to death by the collision, they were lucky, because those soldiers who narrowly escaped from the trenches had to face the numerous tank classes that followed the assault class...

"Da da da..."

Messy gunshots rang out, and the Aka 74 rifle fired violently, and one tank level staggered into a bloody sieve, and another one would come up.Chariot-level, these red monsters seem to have slender arms that are more than four meters long. They have four legs straddling the trenches, and with two arms, they grab terrified soldiers from the trenches and stuff them into the belly of the trench. Mouth wide open, teeth closed...

Blood splattered... dripping on the faces of the remaining soldiers.He howled and pressed the trigger tightly, as if he wanted to dispel the nightmare in front of him. Even if the ammunition was empty, he continued to pull the trigger until the monster in front of him ate up his comrades, and he didn't even wipe the blood from his mouth. Then he stretched out his hand and pinched his head. With this grip, even the barrel of a tank can be bent.

"Ahhhh!"

The scream came to an abrupt end after the head exploded with a "poof", the brains were splashed, the corpse being carried in mid-air was dangling, and the mouth of the chariot raised up was opened, and the whole thing was stuffed into the mouth. ..

"call out"

The steel nails flying at high speed left a pale white trace in the air and then penetrated into the tank-class's belly. The powerful kinetic energy tore the monster into two bloody pieces.Immediately after this blow, steel nails sniped from a distance one after another and bombarded the tank level on the trench. These attacks were so precise and fast that it was not the style of the Soviet army at first glance!

The few Soviet soldiers who were still alive and fighting had time to react, and they heard two consecutive thunderous roars, unlike ordinary shelling, and these roars became more and more, and it didn't take long for them to hear them again. The sound of assault-level footsteps.

In the trench, the sweaty captain gritted his teeth and asked the medical soldiers to tie a tourniquet on his left hand, which had lost his forearm. Beside him was a tank-class with a blooming stomach.The brave captain put his hand into the monster's mouth and put down a cracking grenade, saving his comrade in arms at the cost of being bitten.He was pale from the blood loss, but he did not forget to reload the rifle with one hand while clenching his teeth.

The soldiers rescued by him burst into tears, and wept for some unknown reason: "Reinforcements are coming, we are saved, Captain..."

What the young soldiers said was true. Right behind them, a group of special troops was marching—three exaggeratedly large double-barreled tanks headed by them. The Soviet army already knew that this thing was called a mammoth. The assault class towards the rear was blasted to pieces by the giant cannon and the armor of this thing, one cannon for each, and the two barrels were the two ends.Now these roaring war machines rolled over the mutilated corpses of the assault class, followed by more "clicking" scythes.

The mammoth tank is on the battlefield. It crushed the trenches of soldiers. The assault class has been completely wiped out. The dual 150 rail guns will wipe out the scum of the key attack class wielding hard pincers. The 20mm unmanned turret is even more Sweeping unscrupulously those unprotected tanks, the scythe mecha that assisted the upper back with precise bursts actually drew an absolute defensive circle in front of the position, and no matter how the swarming betas went forward, they would only leave broken pieces under the violent barrage. body parts.

A bull transport plane reached the rear of the battlefield at an ultra-low altitude with their engines vertical.Hovering in the air at a height of ten meters, these unmanned aerial vehicles opened their belly, and the electromagnetic hook locks put down the sickle mechs on standby.When they land on the ground, they are immediately connected to the tactical network-the battlefield situation is confirmed, vision sharing is activated, weapons are loaded, and the fire control system is assigning attack targets.

As a cheap multi-purpose platform, the sickle mech can be replaced with modules as needed.These new mechas don't need to chew on the heavy armor beta, so they are replaced with dual-mounted 20mm cannons, ammunition boxes with thousands of rounds of ammunition on their backs, and aim at the locusts on the Great Plains from the moment they land Like tanks, unleash a storm of bullets of destruction!

The sound of "Bang Bang Bang" machine gun firing resounded across the battlefield, and the diamond warhead pierced the flesh of Beta, and shattered in the monster's body with the brittleness of its structure. Under the cavity effect, no matter how tenacious the vitality and self-healing ability of these monsters Even being strong can't escape the end of being crushed into meat.With the addition of these new forces, the guards not only maintained the front line, but also pushed forward and backward.

How can flesh and blood compare to the torrent of steel?

Several bull transport planes equipped with personnel cabins did not leave. It lowered its landing gear on the flat snow, while an armored vehicle with a slightly special shape and equipped with more radar than weapons slowly drove to the front of the trench and got off the vehicle. A few soldiers wearing shell armor scanned the battlefield with pulse rifles and power packs on their backs, and then turned on the channel and radio——

The Soviet Army's communication is mainly based on the class radio, and the radio may not work well at this time.A loud voice came from the radio. The officer called himself Captain Clayton Carmine. We haven’t seen him for ten years. His brother Ben Carmin was behind him looking up at the majestic back of his elder brother.

"Soldiers of the Soviet Armed Forces, reorganize your team and report to the rear. The wounded are evacuated by transport plane. Your defense line will be taken over by us from now on."

As Clayton said, he saw a group of survivors in the trench, and their leader, a one-armed captain, was approaching with a rifle.

"Retreat? This is our position!" the captain protested, his face distorted by the pain, but he yelled regardless, spraying saliva on Clayton, "So many of my brothers died for this line of defense, You want me to retreat, do you want them to die in vain?!"

Clayton: "I don't intend to belittle your sacrifices, but you have lost your organization and lost your combat effectiveness. I am sorry that we are a step late, but this is an order."

"Order? Captain, my rank is higher than yours here, you should salute me!"

"Your rank means nothing to us, but...if you insist, I'm fine with it."

Clayton looked indifferently at the captain in front of him who was half his head shorter, his eyes moved to the captain's missing arm, and he nodded slightly.

"He's a tough guy! Sergeant, leave them a car, what do they like to do!"

Similar things are happening everywhere in every corner of the battlefield.The reinforcements of the Guards filled the possible loopholes at an extremely fast speed. They brought equipment that could confront the betas head-on, made up for the shortage of the Soviet army and firmly supported the defense line 150 kilometers away from the Hydra fortress group. .

The stealth drone is gliding at an altitude of 500 meters, and the observation of the rear of the battlefield is continuously sent to the rear through the data link.They are responsible for almost all scouting activities, collecting, and judging the number of betas before the satellites of the People's Federation are launched.

Since the start of the battle, the defense lines have encountered a total of about 3 beta forward attacks, but this is only the beginning, just like the People's League has not yet exerted its strength, and the real beta force is moving from the farther up Yansk lair to the battle. Kamchatka Movement.Unlike the young lair of LV4 in Evansk, the lair of Upper Yansk is LV[-], and its strength...

Suddenly, the stealth drone exploded into a ball of fire in the sky without warning or trace, and the optical camouflage failed to protect it from being detected!

"We lost a drone."

In the frontline command room, Colonel Malashenko urgently received this news. Like a chain reaction, on the tactical command interface, the forward detection signals from the rear of the current battlefield lost contact one by one, and the relevant areas were turned into dark areas.

"Light level... the beta army is here."

PS: The fighting power of the People's Federation will increase over time. I have considered this point. Today's ground warfare is far from being an orc. The scale of the fluorescent clan war is comparable, and it will improve in the future. (I emphasized during the lunar war that it was the lack of space logistics capacity that caused the tragedy)

The Bugle believes that a soldier equipped with multiple unmanned combat machines is the mainstream of our earth's future, especially with the popularization of 5G Internet of Things in the military field.In the future, when a big country fights a small country, it will be more cruel than the Gulf War, and the quality requirements of military personnel will become higher and higher. Today, those who are above high school are welcome, and colleges are welcome, but in the future, it is estimated that only undergraduates can join the army.

And as a result, the cost of war between great powers has become more terrifying (not to mention nuclear weapons) and beyond the realm of reality.

It's very comfortable to play beta with drones, but just imagine, when the future Renlian encounters high-level civilizations, such as Gundam, Mass Effect, and enemies who are good at electronic warfare, what will the battle look like?

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There are only 2020 days until 16, and I, a poor person, can finally be wiped out.

Just kidding, back to the topic.

I don't have any inspiration today. Thinking about it carefully, it has been a year since I wrote this book, and it has gone through several turning points.Veteran readers should know that before September this year, my update was very unstable. In the past three months, I can basically achieve daily updates, and I hope to get serious.

What I write is not a cool article, and the pace is slower. You should also know that I said that I hope to lay a solid foundation and avoid flaws that will destroy the later development.

I have a job to keep me from starving, but it also forces me to barely add more.

I don't want to talk about the question of whether I'm tired or not, but even if I try my best to write an update to 3K4K, there is still that old-fashioned question.

Am I procrastinating, boring?

Is the slow pace annoying?

What do you think?

I don't deny that some people feel that way, but I'm well aware of how many people are reading my book right now—less than a hundred and fifty.

I can't make any money anymore, I'm a loser, I know this, don't comfort me, I admit the objective reality, I won't get fame, and I won't get profit.