Abyss Train

Chapter 773 Mission ④: High morale

Foreword:

Know yourself and the enemy, a hundred battles will never end.

——Sun Wu

When the second echelon of Class 7 arrived at Mulan Heights, the battle situation had become increasingly clear. The Bullet Squad discovered 80% of the enemy's deployment on the heights for the entire class, almost lighting up the entire map.

In this situation, the offensive route organized by Sergeant Hitchcock was clear and natural, and the offensive was like mercury pouring out of the ground, sparing the unarmored militia and specifically targeting the remaining enemy troops whose morale had collapsed.

One after another, the barracks that were still able to maintain their military order were bombed. These invisible and shadowless quick-sword warriors, like ghosts, shuttled between the eaves, fired grenades and threw grenades in the positions where flames and rain were intertwined. At the moment when the sound and light shock suppression was completed, the flanking firepower team would burst out with amazing firepower in an instant, exchanging more than 200 bullets for fifty or sixty lives.

The series of attacks lasted only a quarter of an hour before the defending officers and soldiers of the Shanzi Camp saw military flags falling all over the hills as if wheat was being cut. The avalanche effect brought about by fear caused the thousand-man team to be routed. Occasionally, there were some brave Danqiu warriors who mustered up the courage to fight back and make achievements, but they gradually lost all their will to fight amid the screams of their fellow countrymen and friends.

The four-blade bomb-dropping drone hovering in the air is like the magical weapon of the immortal sect.

In the dark sky, these buzzing ghosts are sometimes far away, sometimes near, and occasionally cast a ball of scorching fire.

The cruise missile with long-range guidance capability passed through the towers on both sides at the critical moment when the cavalry team was reorganizing its situation, and blew the right guard cavalry general to pieces, blowing both the man and the horse to pieces. A group of bright blood butterflies burst out from the corpse.

The supplies delivered by the Sendai port at a capacity of 8,000 standard containers per day are enough to arm every warrior of the Quick Knife to the teeth. For the Danqiu defenders of Judah, the most powerful individual weapons in their hands are still the Maxim heavy machine guns and 24-pound cannons produced in 1883.

This garrison had a small number of mule and horse artillery, which could provide long-range support as mobile firepower, but in terms of response speed and coordination, they were no match for the Quick Sword - in terms of informatization, the Platform Zero nurtured by Judas had become the best whetstone for the Anonymous military system.

They have completed a six-year expedition, crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and their determination is almost unbreakable. The warriors who can come to this land alive to hunt down Judas have rich combat experience - returning to their respective Guangling Zhixi Group Headquarters, they are also masters of one-click cleaning of blood butterflies.

Platform Zero turned each administrative district into a living hell. The children raised on this land gathered together and took the knives and bullets handed over by the gunsmith teacher. The arrogant and ruthless Mingde raised this mighty army, and the sharp blade was about to stab into Judas' heart.

The team from the artillery squad of the Quick Sword Combined Brigade gradually approached Mulan Heights. They had to keep up with the footsteps of the twelve brave men of the Seventh Squad, and at the same time present a crucial gift to their brothers who were attacking mountains and breaking through passes in the main battlefield.

As the motorized artillery group climbed up the back slope of the high ground, the sparse enemy troops were almost scared to death when they saw these black artillery pieces. One chieftain officer rushed into the deep forest in panic, leading a group of militiamen from the township to fall off a cliff, and died on the spot!

No one dared to block the way, and no defeated general dared to challenge the fully automatic weapons in the hands of the quick-sword soldiers.

When they reached the top of the hill, it was exactly the critical moment to end the stage mission. Sergeant Hitchcock had just finished collecting the military flag of target barracks No. 3, broke the flag and threw it into the fire, and led Dr. Maguire to the artillery group quickly.

A 75mm mountain field gun was inserted into the muzzle -

——This type of motorized mountain artillery was active a hundred years ago, on the stage of the First World War.

The Skoda M15 75mm mountain cannon, the M1922 75mm twenty-caliber mountain cannon, and the M1934 24-caliber mountain cannon are the best mountain weapons that the decision-making units can find in the underground world and are suitable for the combat environment of Shambhala.

"Playing drums to accompany the brothers in the assault team?!" Hitchcock's face was covered in blood. He raised his head slightly, and the rain washed the young man's eyebrows.

"It's the perfect time." The leader of the artillery team crouched on the charging side of the antique cannon. "They need to find a way to launch a quick attack."

The shells are designed with split charge, which reduces the firing rate and has excellent ballistic performance. The artillery team needs to work together. The leader is not the gunner, but the loader in the team.

The six mountain artillery teams were ready, and most of the soldiers in the seventh team, including Bullet Boy, began to cooperate with the patrol reconnaissance drones to clear the remaining enemy soldiers around the high ground.

A clear and loud military bugle call came from the radio station. It was issued by the combat command center four kilometers away and transmitted to the four artillery positions including Mulan Heights - this meant that the main force of the assault team had begun to launch a general offensive.

Sixteen motorcycles rushed out from the terraced roads at the Maling Pass at the same time. They were from more than eighty years ago and were all the same model of BMW R75 off-road motorcycles, military products of the Axis powers on the Eastern Front during World War II.

Driving from the depression to the vast wilderness, we turned off the headlights in the rain and turned into black lightning in the shadows.

The observer of the trailer slapped the driver of the assault regiment on the back and shouted loudly.

"The artillery position has been taken! They are so fast!"

"We have to go faster! Don't we?" The company commander on a motorcycle led the charge: "How long will it take for the first point of the Xu Jin barrage?"

The observer looked down at his watch, almost counting the time on his fingers.

"——You're too fast! Boss! Wait a minute!"

Rushing into the market settlement at the Maling Checkpoint, their tires biting the low slope mud, they drove the violent machine and crashed into the nameless village in Maling township.

The observer saw the machine gun towers on both sides of the battlefield, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

"Fuck me!"

  There was a sharp whistle in the sky. Before the terrifying gun hole could spit out tongues of fire and the garrison troops in the nameless village could even react, the artillery bombardment had already arrived!

Mud and dust were flying, and in the muddy water and rain, the company commander finally turned on the headlights. A motorcycle flew out of the blast pit, and the observer who was clinging to the handle of the bucket had a livid face.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Hahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!"

They escaped death, had a face-to-face encounter with the King of Hell, and rushed back to the fields.

More motorcycle teams emerged from all directions. These riders crossed the rocks in the mountains, bypassed the shallow streams and mudflats, and were only 1,400 meters away from the Maling Fortress.

"Hahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!" The company commander almost got his lunch box, just because he stepped on the accelerator a few more times and because the time on his watch was slightly off by a few seconds.

At the same time, the high ground of Liuhe Mountain was also captured by the six shifts of the rotating team in the second time - the number of artillery pieces capable of supporting the front battlefield reached 36.

Following closely behind the motorcycle team was the armored team. Three M270 self-propelled rocket launchers had just finished restocking their ammunition, and four M2 Bradley tracked infantry fighting vehicles set out from the other side of the depression.

In order of approach, the motorcycle teams could illuminate the defense maps of most rural areas, and through observers on high ground beacons, they would constantly check the enemy's movement status and broadcast the firepower positions of the defenders.

The knights galloping freely in the fields passed through the artillery fire and cooperated with the artillery team. They often reached the craters within five or six seconds after the shelling. These craters could also become foxholes and temporary shelters for enemy soldiers. By gradually advancing and repeatedly conducting reconnaissance, they could quickly disintegrate the defense force of the stronghold.

The flames of artillery fire were lit up from time to time at the Ma Ling checkpoint, and almost all attention was diverted by these motorcycle riders, while the truly deadly weapons were still crawling hard in the muddy road - the armored team was moving very slowly, and the sound of artillery fire covered the noise of most engines. Without the guidance of lights, they were like poisonous snakes crawling in the fields. Crossing the messy rural road, they slowly approached this natural fortress.

There seemed to be a shadow flying down from the cliffs of the mountains.

"——They are the enemy's elite soldiers!" The motorcycle observer raised his head, his eyes involuntarily revealing fear.

Cross the dense grass, bounce back to the path from a sorghum field, and look up at the sky.

The chubby face of this 23-year-old fat boy was covered with a layer of frost, his psychic reaction became stronger and stronger, and it seemed that all kinds of ghosts were spinning and flying in the air.

"Move! Move! Boss!"

The tires bit the grass and stones, stirred up the mud and sprinted out. Then he looked down at the blurry image of the unmanned reconnaissance aircraft and saw a blood-red eye from the window No. 24.

  It seems that an aerial electronic eye has been caught by this beast, and it can clearly see the blood-feeding characteristics of this strange bird-crow man. It should be a high-value target blessed by the elixir at the Maling Pass!

The company commander shouted excitedly: "Their cannons can't hit us!" "Yes! That's right!" the observer followed.

The company commander said: "The guys guarding the gate are a bunch of idiots!"

Observer: “That’s true!”

The company commander said: "After we drive away the ghosts and monsters, there will always be some demons coming!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a pair of three or four meter long huge wings falling from the sky at a high speed.

——The "strange bird" rushed towards us diagonally with an incredible diving trajectory.

The observer held his gun and was on guard, but before he could raise the muzzle of the gun, his body was violently pulled by the lateral G-force of the motorcycle's trailer.

The strong wind blew away the company commander's helmet, revealing a head full of red hair and iron-like determined brows. The cigarette in his mouth was extinguished by the wind and rain, and he avoided the dive attack of the blood-giving monster in the ever-changing chaotic battlefield.

"Fuck you." The company commander cursed sinisterly, his eyes full of anger and hatred.

This intense hatred came from six years ago, from the family that lost both parents and three younger brothers, and from his despicable body that was forced to become a blood-giving servant.

"Boss! Be careful!" The observer got the gun back with great difficulty, quickly unloaded the bullet from the chamber and reloaded it, adjusted the handguard smoothly, pulled out the sight and used the rear sight instead. The gun was hit, and all hidden dangers had to be eliminated before firing - this was the survival instinct taught to them by the gunsmith teacher.

The cold and vicious spiritual pressure in the air was getting stronger and stronger. The whistling sound of artillery fire hitting the village in the distance was also interfering with their vision and hearing - it seemed that more blood-giving monsters were falling from the mountain wall.

The front of the car turned and reversed, and the observer felt that everything was rushing forward. After two quick breaths, the Black Hawk circling in the sky swooped down again, and the company commander had already led the vehicle into a more difficult and complicated poplar forest.

The motorcycle was shaking violently, and every bounce might be the last. The wheel shock absorbers began to squeak. The observer did not dare to breathe, and pointed his gun at the sky, locking the target in the sky tightly. His body swayed left and right as the motorcycle avoided the tilt of the tree trunk.

"Don't resist it!" shouted the company commander.

Observer: "Yes! Follow it!"

Leaving behind scar-like wheel marks in the mud, it flew through the woods and fields, overcoming one deadly obstacle after another.

The company commander: "Fight!"

The moment the spiritual pressure probe reached the red line, the observer pulled the trigger.

  ——The gun flame illuminated the monster's appearance, and finally the true form of this blood-giving monster emerged from the dark shadows!

The bullet pierced through the chest of the winged eagle-like monster, causing it to spit blood and tremble all over. The wings that stabilized its body tilted slightly, and it seemed to be in pain and turned to the other side to fly low, then hit a tree trunk hard, rolled a few times, ate a belly full of mud, and immediately flew away in a mess.

"Yes, yes, yes! Yes!" shouted the company commander.

Before the observer could get the summons bell and intercom—

The company commander shouted: "—Fight again!"

The motorcycle suddenly turned sideways to avoid another monster, a rhino monster that jumped down from a high mountain ledge. It should have smashed the rider's vehicle head-on, but now it fell into the mud.

The gun spewed out sixteen steel core bullets, creating a flower of blood. The engine roared and took the two men away from the southwest wilderness and continued to head towards the central wilderness.

"Relax! Relax!" the company commander shouted, "Like dancing! Let your arms follow it!"

The observer's posture of holding the gun is like a gimbal. No matter how his body shakes and moves, the road information he glimpses from the corner of his eyes is enough. Every corner is approaching -

Company commander: "——Hit it!"

Observer: “I took my chance!”

After the bullet was replaced and the lock was re-loaded and ready to fire, the falcon in the sky was already hanging by a thread with more than twenty bloody holes on its body.

"Breathe! Breathe!"

The observer's face was covered with scratches.

——Those were superficial injuries caused by branches and gravel flying over the field.

Company commander: "Hit it!"

The moment the tire skin was worn off, they returned to the wilderness and happened to meet the second group of soldiers.

The two teams of knights each had their own troubles and pursuers to deal with. The company commander's vehicle lost control, so he held his gun and entered combat mode, establishing cross fire with the second team and giving priority to dealing with his teammates' pursuers - only to see another blood-giving noble just fly up, and the dense rain of bullets from three shooting angles took its life.

Sticky chunks of flesh flew everywhere. At the moment when the motorcycle's tire burst and fell to the ground, the comrades had already blocked the out-of-control vehicle's retreat and firmly stopped the officer's horse.

"End it!"

The four-man combat team formed a battle formation on the spot. With only a one-second delay, the rhino monster that rushed out of the poplar forest was hit head-on by four flashlight beams that shot directly into its eyes. It could not control itself and ran away.

——The bullet hit the head of this iron-clad monster, as if the steel-core bullet could not penetrate its defense at all.

  Its eyes were blinded by the light and it became temporarily blind. It lost control and rushed toward the other side of the dirt road, but a group of gleaming white wolf shadows caught its head and knocked it back!

"Belloberg!"

The observer felt his heart was about to jump out of his throat, and he shouted excitedly: "The Crying General is here!"

"It's dead!" the company commander cursed, "This bastard is dead!"

The knights from the other squad had no intention of continuing the fight and drove their vehicles towards the main battlefield.

The scorching psychic blade emitted a thousand-degree heat. Meteor held the sword against the monster's head and neck to protect his comrades who had overturned in the car behind him. When he returned to the field, the scorching spiritual element emitted by Beloberg happened to burn the monster into a pool of barbecue.

After removing his psychic weapons and returning to human form, General Cry climbed onto the motorcycle and slapped the buttocks of the leaders of the four assault regiments, urging Jason Megan.

"Go! Hurry, hurry! Stop driving into the river!"

The two knights in the company were still in a daze.

——He asked Bu Liuxing to grab one in each hand and carry them to Jason’s back seat and into his own arms.

In the darkness, Mr. Jason's roar was heard.

"Do you really have to think of me as an Indian driver? This place is already full!"