Invasion of America

Chapter 137 Aerial Strike
With long-range aircraft, the dozens of shelters of varying sizes under the 'Holy Light' system can be connected into a network, making it easier to mobilize personnel and supplies and exchange resources.

People have been sent ashore to cultivate the land at the 'cruise ship' shelter in the Bahamas, while many small boats have been acquired to start marine fishing.

Currently, fuel supplies are insufficient, so they can only be transported by seaplane to provide other shelters with fresh and inexpensive protein.

After Guo Yi has installed the first 'homemade oil refining' equipment, he will also be taking the 'Catalina' next week, along with Nedved and other technicians, to other shelters to do the same work.

Refining is an extremely important task. It is essential to ensure that the various shelters will not have to worry about fuel supplies this winter, in order to prepare for the next stage of expansion.

Similarly, if the camp in Awoni Town is in danger of being attacked, Lin Anquan can bring a group of "crew-cut" soldiers, along with weapons and ammunition, to provide support.

Such a 'powerful' ability to mobilize personnel and resources is top-notch in North America today, no less than that of the remnants of former governments and military forces.

In Lin Anquan's eyes, the attacking hostile survivors were like a bunch of idiots, with dozens of vehicles lined up in a long, serpentine formation, stretching for hundreds of meters, without a single forward or defender.

The five modified tractors leading the way were all large machines with over 500 horsepower each, heavily armored and completely solid, but after all, they were agricultural machines for plowing the fields, and their speed was still not fast enough.

As for those fancy modified pickup trucks, they're practically performance art, with skulls, graffiti, and fire-breathing designs that are absolutely laughable.

"Are none of these Americans ever in the military? Or have they watched too many apocalyptic movies and come to like this kind of performance art?"

Both sides deployed reconnaissance drones, with the camp having more and better drones with stronger reconnaissance capabilities.

In particular, the 'Warthog', an electric low-altitude aircraft, is far superior to the rabble on the other side in terms of payload, range, operational efficiency, and maintenance costs.

Even before his opponent set off, Zhou Qingfeng knew that his opponent's vehicles were gathered more than 20 kilometers away. He waited for two or three hours before he saw his convoy set off in a grand procession.

The opponent arrived quickly, even somewhat recklessly.

Aside from the drones they released near the town of Awoni, they did not conduct any further reconnaissance or launch any multi-pronged attacks or flanking maneuvers.

"It's rare to see such a simple and straightforward tactic from the enemy." Lin Anquan currently has about fifty soldiers under his command, all of whom were recently transferred from other shelters aboard the 'Katrina'.

"The enemy is attacking in such a long, serpentine line. It would be a disservice to their stupidity if we didn't attack their flanks and rear."

Lin Anquan had been in the army for more than ten years, but this was his first time in actual combat, and killing people was something he had never done before. He only had one reinforced platoon at his disposal, so he made many pre-battle plans.

The bad news is that the enemy has come in far more numbers than expected; the good news is that the enemy has no heavy weapons, no special tactics, and zero experience.

"Order Chen Rui to launch an airstrike and let the Americans taste the power of air strikes."
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Three 'Warthog' drones had been circling in the sky for quite some time.

Each Warthog had two M2HB Browning machine guns mounted under its wings—to be honest, Chen Rui didn't want to use such old machine guns at all, but he had no choice.

The M2HB is such an old heavy machine gun, a relic from World War II. It's heavy, has a slow rate of fire, and its accuracy is so-so—the US Army is so complacent that it has been using this old weapon for over a century.

However, there are only a few large-caliber heavy machine guns to begin with, and even fewer that can be obtained from the United States. Zhou Qingfeng didn't manage to get many in total, so Chen Rui had no choice at all.

As for converting the 'Warthog' from a transport aircraft into a ground attack aircraft, that's not difficult. Its flight speed is already low, and machine guns were considered during its initial design.

However, due to the light weight and limited power, adding two helicopters was the limit; any more would cause the airframe structure to be unable to withstand it.

Even so, after acquiring the armed "warthogs," Chen Rui, the former intelligence officer, immediately demanded the establishment of an air force, appointing himself as the "air force commander."

Today also marks the first combat deployment for the 'Holy Light' Air Force. Chen Rui personally piloted the aircraft in the sky, and upon receiving the order, he turned and swooped down, heading straight for the rear of the attacking convoy.
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Lin Qi was completely unaware that he was being watched like prey. His eyes were fixed on the screens of the drones in his hands as he eagerly searched for a path into Awoni Town.

The modified tractor at the front had just sent bad news over the radio—the road to town was blocked by a sudden ditch and scattered roadblocks.

The ditch was clearly crudely dug by an excavator; it was about one meter wide, half a meter deep, and stretched for twenty or thirty meters.

For a true tracked armored vehicle, this would be a minor obstacle that it could easily crush. However, this unit relied on wheeled vehicles and had to take a detour.

Taking a detour is not difficult, since the ditch is only a short section and can be avoided by simply driving off the shoulder.

There was just a conspicuous wooden sign by the roadside with the words "Beware of landmines" written in large characters.

Below the large text, there is a slightly smaller line of text that adds: "Anti-vehicle minefield, effective only against vehicles weighing more than half a ton, personnel can pass safely."

Upon seeing the sign, the survivors who were driving tractors immediately became suspicious.

To believe it means risking your life to get off the vehicle and clear the mines; to disbelieve it means risking your own life to verify its truth.

The five modified tractors were forced to stop in place, waiting for Lynch's instructions via radio, and the entire survivor convoy came to a standstill.

Lynch jumped angrily off the pickup truck and strode to the front of the line.

Upon seeing the trench, the scattered obstacles, and the warning sign, he cursed furiously, "Why didn't you use a robotic dog to scout ahead?"

Several survivors shook their heads. "Those yellow-skinned monkeys probably really did lay landmines to stop us. The mechanical dogs only weigh a few dozen kilograms and can't possibly trigger those anti-vehicle mines with half a ton of pressure."

What to do? Should we really stop to clear the mines? Lin Qi was at a loss for what to do.

Just as he was stunned, an aide behind him stormed up to the warning sign, kicked it while cursing, and shouted, "This must be a hoax! Those yellow-skinned monkeys are trying to scare us!"

The sign was supported by a wooden pole and was easily knocked over by the attendant.

Just as the wooden pole was about to fall, some mechanism was triggered, and a dark object suddenly popped out of the ground and exploded half a meter in the air.

With a muffled thud, black smoke instantly billowed out, and the follower who had kicked the sign let out a shrill scream before collapsing to the ground, writhing in agony.

The sudden explosion startled Lin Qi and the others, who instinctively crouched down. Only when the blast wave hit them did they realize that the explosion wasn't very powerful, affecting only the unfortunate guy.

Although the wounded follower didn't die on the spot, his heart-wrenching screams attracted the attention of more survivors in the convoy, who rushed forward to ask what had happened. "Nothing," Lin Qi gritted his teeth, ruthlessly pulled out his pistol, and pulled the trigger at the still-wailing follower. "Bang!" Another shot rang out, and the screams stopped abruptly.

"Those yellow-skinned monkeys are playing tricks! They've planted some anti-personnel mines, but are deliberately calling them anti-vehicle mines. We can just drive over them!"

These words were shouted at the drivers of the modified tractors.

But the drivers seemed not to hear, standing frozen in place, looking at each other blankly—landmines were clearly present, and whether anti-infantry or anti-vehicle, they were deadly.

No one was willing to risk their life to be the first to charge.

Just as the group was hesitating, a sharp buzzing sound came from the sky, and three silver-white flying objects swooped down from a thousand meters above the ground like ghosts.

This was clearly a hostile move, and the survivors blocking the road immediately erupted into chaos, screaming in terror as they scrambled to get to their pickup trucks.

The chaotic crowd pushed and shoved each other, and Lin Qi, who was leading the group, was unfortunately knocked to the ground. Several pairs of muddy feet stomped on him mercilessly, causing him to curse in pain.

Chaos erupted on the straight road, with people scattering in all directions like frightened ants.

Driving the "Warthog," Chen Rui was extremely excited, shouting into the radio, "Americans, you've finally met your match!"

Three Warthogs flew in succession over the convoy, which stretched for hundreds of meters, while six M2HBs strafed wildly at an altitude of less than 100 meters, the deafening thuds echoing across the wilderness.

However, the M2HB has a relatively low rate of fire and its firepower density is not high. The Warthog also has a limited ammunition capacity and cannot carry too much ammunition.

More importantly, the targets on the ground were not stationary; as soon as the firing began, the survivors scattered and fled.

Chen Rui roared excitedly in the sky, but he actually killed very few of the unlucky ones directly. After this round of fierce gunfire, the survivors on the ground scattered and their morale plummeted.

After finally managing to get up from the ground, Lynch looked around and found that only a few survivors were still gripping their guns, roaring as they fired at the departing 'warthogs'.

Most people had already fled far away like frightened rabbits, or huddled under the car, trembling and curled up in a ball.

The three Warthogs did not stop there. They circled in the distance like bloodthirsty vultures, then hovered 500 meters away, steadily unleashing another hail of bullets at the survivor convoy from the side and rear.

Large-caliber machine gun bullets tore through the air, whistling as they struck the vehicle, producing a teeth-grinding clanging sound.

The survivors hurriedly hid on the other side of the vehicle, using the steel plates of the vehicle as cover, and returned fire with their rifles.

The counterattacks were sporadic and weak, appearing feeble and ineffective. Moreover, even these feeble counterattacks lasted for less than two rounds.

Three more Warthogs appeared like ghosts, low in the sky, also armed with heavy machine guns, and began to mercilessly mow down the survivors one by one from behind, as if calling out names.

Xiao Jinlang ultimately failed to keep an eye on Zhou Qingfeng.

The kid had somehow slipped out and climbed onto one of the three "Warthogs" that were serving as reserves, eager to experience this one-sided "air-to-ground" slaughter.

Those modified pickup trucks are mostly reinforced with only three to six millimeters of steel plates, which may be able to barely withstand close-range shooting from medium-caliber rifle bullets.

However, this level of protection was as fragile as paper in the face of the whistling large-caliber machine gun bullets, and was completely vulnerable.

Zhou Qingfeng was piloting the "Holy Light One," a heavily modified aircraft specifically designed for him. In pursuit of ultimate performance, this low-altitude aircraft cost ten times more than a regular "Warthog."

It uses a more powerful motor, doubling its load-bearing capacity.

The standard Warthog can only carry two machine guns, but the Holy Light One is equipped with four!
With just a brief burst of fire, a dozen or so large-caliber machine gun rounds could easily tear apart the fuel tank of a modified pickup truck on the other side, causing a violent secondary explosion.

Each time a massacre occurs, a dazzling fireball and billowing smoke rise from the road, instantly engulfing everything around it.

If any unfortunate survivors were caught in the flames, the scene was like falling into hell.

Splattered with cheap, viscous fuel, they would run and howl like burning firemen until they were burned alive.

The panic caused by being attacked from both sides was far more deadly than the casualties caused by the machine guns themselves.

Fear spread like a plague among the survivors. Immediately, some people desperately climbed into their cars, started the engines, and tried to reverse and escape this land of death.

However, any vehicle that dares to move will immediately become the target of the "Warthog's" concentrated fire, with hundreds of bullets raining down like a storm, prioritizing tearing these vehicles that attempt to escape to pieces.
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Lin Qi, who was leading the team, knew that his side was doomed. This attack should never have been carried out. It was only because a few survivors had acted rashly that they had gathered seventy or eighty vehicles and four or five hundred people.

Who would have thought that these yellow-skinned monkeys would actually create an air force?
"We were careless, we were still careless. The leader of this group of yellow-skinned monkeys is a super-rich man with hundreds of millions in assets. It's not surprising that he would form an air force."

But what do we do next?

One survivor, unwilling to wait for death, climbed into a modified tractor with welded armor plates, closed the steel plate fence, started the engine, and planned to escape this hellish place.

The tractor was powerful; it rammed backward, knocking aside the pickup truck blocking the road, then turned and accelerated back towards the road it had come from, black smoke billowing from its exhaust pipe, displaying an unstoppable momentum.

The survivors lying by the roadside saw someone escaping and quickly got up, climbed onto the tractor, and tried to escape with them.

But a tractor can't outrun an airplane, much less a bullet. The 'Warthog's' firepower came over, making the modified tractor, which had two layers of steel plates stacked on top of it, clang loudly.

The survivors lying on top were like human shields, getting beaten to a pulp. Next came the welded steel plates; after a few clangs, the welds cracked, and several pieces flew off.

The survivor inside the tractor cab could hear the sound of bullets pounding outside, like the Grim Reaper knocking on the door. He screamed in desperation, but there was nothing he could do but rev the engine.

As more and more projectiles were fired, the reinforced armor plates could no longer withstand the impact and gradually peeled off, with flying debris shattering the cockpit windows.

Several more large-caliber bullets followed, piercing the glass and turning the cab into a bloody mess. The modified tractor then went out of control and crashed into a pickup truck parked on the side of the road.

(End of this chapter)