Abyss Train

Chapter 774 Mission ⑤: Dragon Roar

Foreword:

The word impossible only exists in the dictionary of fools.

——Napoleon Bonaparte

Mr. Hasben, who originally belonged to the EOD blasting team, joined the assault and blasting team of the Quick Knife Combined Brigade. As a demining worker who cut off the bomb's electrical circuit, he had to start thinking again about how to play with firecrackers and light fireworks.

As a centurion of the Ranger Regiment, this deputy battalion-level officer did not have many military achievements to show for during the expedition, for no other reason than Hasben's overly conservative combat strategy. When the Quick Blade Combined Brigade was carrying out the initial construction of the army, his main job was also civilian, which was similar to the current regiment affairs of Fiery Sun Castle.

"Did you hear that?" said Haspen and the adjutant.

The adjutant was the vanguard warrior who had come to the front desk of Anonymous with Hasben to ask for insurance money and had a glare at the gunsmith. This group of Guangling Stopping Task Force made a big circle, traveled more than 13,000 kilometers, and regrouped in a foreign country.

"Beautiful bombing." The adjutant held the toolbox in his hand. The tactical terrain map marked on the multimedia center had more than 40 bombing radiation zones lit up - these places were life vacuum zones that could provide the armored team with many approach routes.

"Sven is in the satellite vehicle?" Hasben asked the sniper in the team, who should have been transferred to work in the information troop team.

The adjutant replied, "We are at war! Commander! Stop reminiscing!"

The infantry team moved slowly and silently following a rocket vehicle. Despite the roar of artillery fire around the battlefield and the terrifying whistling of bullets tearing through the air, they still had to remain completely silent, not firing a single shot or taking a single step.

"At least we can be sure that the defenders of Maliang Fortress don't have thermal imaging, or their thermal imaging technology cannot see targets more than two kilometers away - our engine has been specially insulated, and the exhaust is also exquisite." The adjutant half-crouched and followed the front wheels of the rocket vehicle slowly across a trench and arrived at the village.

Hasben carried heavy equipment, as a member of the armored team's operation cover, he not only had to perform the escort mission, but also had to split himself into three people. After the first round of mountain attack and bombing, it was his group's turn to perform the blasting mission to clear the barriers and bunkers.

If the battle to capture high ground is to use pace to gain visual advantage, then in this boxing match, the motorcyclists are throwing jabs again and again to find out the enemy's strength and attack range.

When it is the turn of the armored troops and the main force of the mountain attack to appear, it is time for the final blow with the last punch.

These three rocket vehicles carried a total of thirty-six "magic projectiles", which are absolute killing weapons that reap lives in various ways in modern warfare. They are also military aid that Aohen Mingde picked up from the "desert" and are genuine American products.

The chassis of the M270 is exactly the architecture of the Cummins vta-903t diesel engine. The Pentagon did not give Aohen Mingde any help on the surface, but in fact it was afraid that the firepower would not be enough - if there was a problem with the power unit of these rocket vehicles, they could be lifted onto the M2 infantry fighting vehicle almost without damage.

The other four M2 Bradley infantry fighting vehicles are used as bait units to cover the rocket vehicles, and also as mobile shelters and heavy machine gun fire fortresses to protect the infantry units.

"You can see weapons from all over the world on this battlefield." The adjutant sighed: "From all ages and all nations."

Hasben: “Incredible?”

Adjutant: "It seems like we are fighting aliens. The crisis from the center of the earth seems to have made people more united than ever before."

Hasben: "According to the Blood Butterfly Holy Cult, we are the aliens - these children of the Earth Goddess, the original species of red morpho butterflies, are the native creatures."

"Let's talk about something else, Commander." The adjutant had been keeping a low alert, his body had begun to stiffen. He breathed a sigh of relief after leaving the village, put down his gun and picked up the multimedia again: "What did the BOSS pay for this decisive battle?"

Hasben chuckled and decided to tell his brothers a cheap joke.

"Imagine our supreme leader crying in a live broadcast room, talking about how difficult his life is and how he is always harassed by bad neighbors."

"This cute pet anchor is flirting with others, and the top two on the leaderboards are scrambling to give him money, but they can't do it openly, so they can only secretly put some airplanes and cannons under the table."

"So it found these things in the desert, ha"

"Stop talking." The sergeant of the demolition team who was following behind him stepped hard on the heel of Hasben's boot. "Leader, your headset is listening! The combat information center is listening too. Everything you say will be recorded in the mission file."

"Oh" Hasben Madison's face suddenly turned ugly.

The Maling Fortress had long been within the firing range of the M270. If it were on the surface, this thing could have been able to fire up to kilometers away.

The armored team was reluctant to launch an attack and was reluctant to deliver the most powerful punch because the artillery fireworks in various parts of the fortress were constantly changing - the defenders seemed to have witnessed the power of drone bombing, and the static defense forces in the checkpoints had to become mobile, and cannons that could be transported by mules and horses went in and out of this complex and winding cliff road.

If you want to deal a heavy blow to the artillery positions at the Maling Pass, you have to get closer to it and be more patient. Without the guidance of satellite vehicles and highland beacons, these multi-task cluster rockets will become headless flies when they fly into the sky.

We have to wait until the elite forces of the surrounding blood-donating nobles are completely dismembered by the Nameless One - in this way, the Quick Blade's mobile forces can go further, completely illuminate the outposts around the fortress, and the drone patrol routes can be bolder and more radical.

In the rear area, at the temporary command and situation center of the assault regiment, more than a hundred information technology soldiers played a very special little game.

They hold the XBOX controller handles and connect their mobile phones to the intranet of the combat center. The drones and unmanned vehicles on the front line have gained a fresh soul. Various remote tasks that can be checked and attacked are like a running list received by the game characters. These sharp eyes and fingers have become the best electronic war dogs for the fast-blade warriors.

  As for the real Lapis Lazuli military dog?

"Good job, Mr. Krabs!"

An off-road vehicle overturned on the side of the road. The praise came from Ron Douglas, the sergeant major of the first squad of the field company.

Judging from the shock wave detection paper pattern on the carrying equipment, this Pathfinder field team was hit by an anti-infantry mine. This was the road near the Tonghe Hongniang Port at the Maling Pass, and it was also an ambush set up by the enemy in a hurry.

Almost at the same time as the landmine exploded, Ron's first team suffered heavy losses, and immediately a blood-giving monster led his entourage and militia to come and finish off the team.

Mr. Krabs is Ron's military dog——

——It was a blue-gold wolfhound with black hair, eyes and tongue. It had just brought back half a head from the militia and rushed to the side of Sergeant Ron like lightning.

It lowered its head and lifted up the overturned military vehicle, trying to rescue its comrades.

Blood was oozing out of Sergeant Ron's mouth. He felt his lower body was stuck by the deformed steering wheel. He seemed to remember nothing after the vehicle lost control.

The combatants in the same crew include machine gunners and breachers. As for the most important medical staff, it is the military dog ​​in front of you with a fierce look in his eyes and in a state of stress. He is Mr. Krabs, who is fully armed, armored and wearing goggles.

Sergeant Ron, the "Boss Krabs", had a lower and lower blood pressure. He could not see his watch, and his right arm was stuck in the mud along with his body. "Look at the others, look at the others, call them to come and save me."

A few human words came out of Mr. Krabs' mouth, and the furry dog ​​head tilted slightly, and it paddled in the mud with its tail hanging anxiously.

"You're bleeding, Commander. They're all in the back seat, just unconscious."

Ron glanced at the huge nightingale-like head on the side of the road again. It must have been done by Mr. Krabs.

He laughed heartily and coughed: "Well done, you did a good job"

Mr. Krabs didn't respond, and then gnashed his teeth and squeezed against the roof of the SUV. He was only 31 years old, still a baby in the community of blue wolfhounds - weighing only 69 kilograms, he was a female wolf and didn't have much strength. He was able to kill the blood-feeding monster only because of the protection of the dark rainy night, his pure black camouflage color, and the swiftness that allowed him to kill with one blow.

The defenders around Hongniang Port have slowly approached, with looks of fear on their faces. Just now, a ball of fire was heard in the darkness, so the port area's Shenniao General Jian showed joy and asked the soldiers to come and capture the person to claim the reward.

As a result, in just an incense stick of time, the divine bird drove the guards out. Less than half a mile away, a monster jumped out from the dark wilderness, and the guard's head disappeared in an instant!

"Ron." Mr. Krabs smelled the enemy and turned to look at his partner with a determined look in his eyes: "I don't think I can save you. I want to take a shortcut."

Sergeant Ron shook his head: "No, no, no, let's think of a way."

"There's an anti-tank mine in the trunk. I can't operate the drone. My claws are too clumsy." Mr. Krabs said in frustration, "I'll blow them up the same way they blow you up - at worst we'll both die together."

In the distance, gunfire suddenly lit up—

——The bullet hit Mr. Krabs’ bulletproof vest. He crawled on the ground, leaning against the Master Chief, and it seemed that he had no chance to leave the front of the car.

Its body trembled again and again. It was hit by these primitive firearms, but it did not suffer any wounds. It tried its best to bury its head in the mud. The armor used for military dogs could only protect its torso.

Ron did not sit there and wait for death. He used his left hand, the only hand that could move freely, to press down the secondary weapon on Mr. Krabs' shoulder, took out the magazine from the military dog ​​load carrying bag, and stuffed it directly into the holster to complete the locking.

He held Mr. Krabs' shoulders and shot in the direction of the gun wherever his comrade leaned.

"I killed their leader, but these guys' morale hasn't completely collapsed." Mr. Krabs clenched his teeth, seeming to be unable to control the pain. He didn't know if the enemy's bullets had injured his torso. They were like golf balls, hitting his heart, lungs and spine rapidly.

The next second, the bullet scratched the soft flesh on the back of Mr. Krabs' neck, leaving a pool of blood. The buckle of the carrying gear was broken, and the armor became loose. He made a prompt decision, covered Sergeant Chief Ron's head with the bulletproof vest, and rushed out with a combat dagger in his mouth.

On a rainy night, Ron Douglas raised his head, holding a pistol and looking at the dark sky and earth in panic.

He was so worried about the dog girl. His strong will to survive made him see the light of dawn. The rain seemed to cover everything. The flash of gunfire in the distance illuminated the flying and leaping figure of the lapis lazuli half-wolf. It jumped up with all its strength again and again, ran and pounced, then slipped and fell in the mud, rolled over several times, raised its claws to dig through the splashing mud and water, and headed towards the next enemy soldier.

It seemed as if all sound had disappeared.

Ron began to panic and his vision became darker and darker. This was the blindness caused by blood loss. There was not enough blood supply to his brain and eyes, and he needed some light.

Turning on the gun light, he didn't care about anything else, he just wanted to find Mr. Krabs through this beam of light. The moment his position was exposed, he was finally ready to die and wanted to fire the last few bullets.

The wolf shadow slowly and limped back towards the direction of the light.

“I almost didn’t find you”

As Mr. Krabs said this, he spat out two bloody fangs from his mouth, and bit the polymer material handle of the dagger into pieces. The curled blade of the weapon fell into the puddle along with a large amount of pus and blood.

It leaned against the roof of the car again, blood oozing from its dark head hair, and there were six bullet holes on its waist and torso. However, it could not prevent this blue gold from continuing to rescue people - it was a medic and should bring every comrade back.

Perhaps it was God's will that in the last few minutes a filthy mud pool formed in the mine crater, which lifted up part of the weight of the vehicle, and Sergeant Ron was finally able to escape.

After finding Mr. Krabs's gear in the mud and taking out the panacea to treat himself, the unfortunate sergeant was barely able to walk. He limped to the back seat and saw the machine gunner with his head tilted, barely breathing. The explosion and the fall had broken the young man's neck, but he did not die on the spot.

The breakthrough man on the other side was fully fastened with a four-point safety harness and was in a better condition. He had a deep wound on the top of his head where the bone was visible, and he was in a deep coma.

"Help, help, help." The machine gunner was still somewhat conscious.

The team of three people and one dog regrouped and got out of the car and walked. There were only sixteen minutes left before the mission was scheduled. It was crucial to seize the waterway of Hongniang Port.

——At first, Mr. Krabs was still worried that if he couldn't complete the mission, it would affect the overall battle situation in the Central Plains.

When they arrived at the vicinity of Hongniang Port, they found that the other four teams of the field company had already controlled the post office in the port area, and the four main roads were completely cleared. There was more than just their pathfinder team. The drone patrol mission was carried out as usual, and a ball of fire lit up in the garrison barracks on the next street, which was a signal that the TM62 anti-tank mine had been delivered.

Sixteen minutes later—

——The water of the Tong River, which is about 500 meters wide, became more turbulent and violent, and the water depth reached its historical highest point of 32 meters due to the heavy rain.

In the wind and rain, a sexy girl slowly drove over from the main river road in the southern mountain area.

Its shape is very similar to the USS Foch aircraft carrier, but its take-off runway is unusually long. Before it got completely close to Hongniang Port, the roar of the JF-17 fighter jets could be heard.

"We made it lighter! It can carry less cargo, too. Do you understand? I'll say it again!"

In the wind and rain, the ground staff followed Robert Downing and spoke anxiously.

"You only have 17 meters of takeoff distance! This is too extreme for the JF-. You have the advantage of facing the wind - you must ensure the takeoff posture. This is the first time we have driven the São Paulo to an inland river."

The predecessor of the São Paulo was the USS Foch aircraft carrier, which was decommissioned in 2023 and has "sunk" into the waters of Brazil's exclusive economic zone. The BOSS picked it up in the "desert".

"Got it!" Robert Jr. entered the cockpit and returned to the familiar rhythm. Coming from a naval family, he should have become an excellent carrier-based aircraft pilot.

Bridge Center: "Conducting S1 radio check."

The instrument panel lights up and the head-up display starts working.

Tangning repeated, "Conducting S1 radio check, I'm online, Yinglong Squadron. I can hear you clearly."

The ground crew slowly left the hangar with the JF-17, and a row of workers holding up fluorescent signs for night takeoffs gathered on the side of the island.

Due to the special flying environment of the underground cavity, the Xiaolong has no oxygen equipment, and Tang Ning only has a HMD mask to display the fire control status.

Bridge Command Center: "Yinglong 2A, you are third."

Tangning: "Got it."

The hatch was completely closed, and in the rain, one could see another fighter plane that had just taken off from one side of the runway.

Bridge Command Center: "Check the status of the wings, left and right sides, and engine status."

The comrades in the same formation have already flown far away. The bridge command center continues to broadcast: "The front is clear and safe. The cabin instruments are normal, the engine is normal, the altitude is normal, the chassis is normal, let's go."

"Ejection acceleration." Tangning and the ground crew gave each other a thumbs up and said at the same time, "Action begins."

The scenery flew backwards in an instant, and the dragon created by humans flew low over Hongniang Port. Looking up, Tang Ning checked the flight limit altitude again and found that his vision was very bad.

"Retract the landing gear and change the heading to 170."