Conquer Europe from the West

Chapter 23 Welcome to the Empire, please show me your visa.

No one knows who blew the whistle.

No one knows when they will attack.

But the moment the whistle in Ryan's hand made that penetrating and crisp sound, all the soldiers hiding behind the windows and walls made the same decision.

The firepower of ten machine guns immediately turned the entire camp of the 502nd Battalion into a sea of blood. The two squads of Farlan soldiers who were still a hundred meters away were like rice being harvested by a harvester. One or several clouds of blood mist exploded behind them, and then they fell straight to the ground.

They didn't even have time to think about fighting back before they lost consciousness.

Five seconds later, these machine guns uniformly changed their aiming direction.

Ten bright ballistic missiles drew conspicuous bright yellow tracks in the sky. They first tore through the leading Republic-class airship, the Lawrence, which was obviously the flagship.

The aluminum alloy masked shell was not even as thin as paper in front of the 7.92mm armor-piercing bullet. The bridge at the bow of the ship, which was integrated with the airship itself, was instantly turned into a light-transmitting sieve by thousands of bullets.

The trajectory of the ballistic missile sweeping all the way backwards easily destroyed the airship's buoyancy system. In just a few breaths, this terrifying steel behemoth completely lost the power to soar in the sky, and fell to the ground with its bow drooping.

In the bridge, Colonel Francis de Fere, wearing a colonel's uniform, covered his abdominal wound in pain and fell forward with his upper body weak.

There was even a simple safety belt on the captain's seat, and he had fastened it to the fullest extent of his ability, resulting in him now being able to slump headfirst on the chair - the bullet that passed through his abdomen had obviously shattered his spine, and he could no longer control his legs.

The rest of the people were luckier than him - they were smashed into pieces, but at least they didn't suffer.

But the remaining three airships were not much better.

Because they had to give priority to landing the flagship, they made room for their flagship, the Lawrence, but they did not maintain their own altitude. Instead, they maintained the formation and docked at an altitude of about one hundred meters.

Schneider had previously said that he brought sixteen machine gun teams.

The remaining six machine gun teams, together with the fifty riflemen protecting them, opened fire together with the ten machine gun teams in the camp.

But there was not a single infantryman in front of them.

The three airships naturally became the targets of their concentrated fire.

The logic of the attack is the same.

All the machine gunners focused their fire on the front bridge of the airship first. After completely smashing the extravagant glass greenhouse, they began to destroy the airbag part at the rear.

The three airships immediately began to fall towards the ground. Even though the survivors frantically tried to release the ballast water to maintain altitude, it was of no avail.

Gravity ultimately triumphed over the giant who was trying to escape the clutches of gravity by relying on the theory of density.

Then the machine gunners shifted their target.

At this time, exactly thirty seconds had passed since they opened fire.

This is exactly the time it takes for their machine guns to use up a belt of ammunition.

Inside the camp.

The sudden ambush stunned Bernard on the spot.

Lieutenant Farlan had previously been feeling proud of the fact that he was about to receive the first surrender letter from the Imperial Army since the outbreak of the war, but now he was like a stray dog, with only an expression on his face distorted by anger and betrayal.

"Ah, sorry," Ryan looked at Bernard, "I said this thing can command an entire company, but it seems that I gave you a misunderstanding."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and gently picked off the blue and red hat on Bernard's head with the tip of the whistle.

At this time, the reinforcements brought by Schneider had quickly occupied the entire street and began to spread out in all directions under the cover of the machine gun team on the roof of the command post to expand the results of the battle.

Ryan immediately glanced at the camp map and shouted in Brinkmann's direction, "Gather all those Farlanes at the camp gate! Have the soldiers immediately block the main road from both inside and outside. Don't let them escape!"

It was unclear whether Brinkman heard his voice or the soldiers took his words seriously. Anyway, after Ryan finished shouting, the soldiers immediately turned around and rushed towards the only road leading to the camp gate.

At this time, Brinkman took out his whistle and blew it intermittently several times around him. Then Ryan found that several groups of blue friendly troops outside the camp began to move towards the gate.

Can you still play like this?

I've learned a lot, he thought.

the other side.

As the four airships had completely lost their ability to fly, they fell to the ground in various postures and turned into a pile of rubble, and all the soldiers began to clean up the entire camp.

Brinkman, covered in mud, finally left the command post with Schneider, who looked even worse than himself.

"Well done, Lieutenant."

Ryan turned and saluted Brinkman, then looked at Schneider, who was wearing a uniform of the same specifications. "Thank you for your support, Lieutenant Schneider."

"Clam?"

Schneider was confused by Ryan's statement, because he had not given any orders from the moment Ryan blew the whistle until now.

But that's not the point.

"It's just our mission." Schneider imitated Ryan and looked at him. His furrowed brows and wrinkles on his forehead showed that he was obviously unhappy because of the pilot uniform Ryan was wearing. "Why are you wearing this?"

"Oh, this."

Ryan glanced at his clothes, tilted his head, and motioned Schneider to look at the observer lieutenant next to him: "I exchanged clothes with him to trick this Farlan guy."

"Surrender too?" Brinkman looked at Ryan coldly.

Ryan immediately retorted, "That's called tactical command, Lieutenant! And look, haven't we already killed those Farlanes?"

Brinkman: "You'll have some explaining to do with Brigadier General Bryan later."

After saying that, she turned around and called out the names of the last team to emerge from the command post tunnel: "You, follow me, there's a telephone in the warehouse!"

Several soldiers immediately surrounded them, and Brinkman and his men jogged away, soon disappearing behind the building.

Only then did Ryan look back at Lieutenant Bernard, whom he had just fooled around with.

"Ah, I suddenly remembered you were still here."

He deliberately raised his voice. "But as you can see, the Imperial Army is currently clearing out a group of unexpected visitors."

Then he extended his hand in front of Lieutenant Barnard.

Speaking of.

"Welcome to the Empire."

"Excuse me, is the purpose of your entry for tourism? Or for official business?"

"Do you have a visa?"

Bernard stared at Ryan with his red eyes.

"It seems not."

"So you hope to enter the country as a prisoner?"