Chapter 491: Alliance Pilots Also Have Bodyguards? ! (1/2)

Falcon City.

On top of the 100-meter-high "river embankment".

The soldiers of the Falcon Kingdom were crouching behind the bunker and waiting.

A few days ago, the alliance announced that it would bomb Falcon City tonight, but it did not say which direction the air strike would come from.

There are only thirty-two anti-aircraft guns in the entire Falcon City, eight of which have been transferred to the palace in the center of the city. Only twenty-four can be allocated to the giant alloy wall that stretches for tens of kilometers. The density of firepower can be imagined.

The officer in charge of the defense of the southeastern sector was Horet, who until a month earlier had served as captain of ten in the King's Guards.

However, due to the tight fighting situation on the front line, a large number of officers from the subordinate army were transferred to the regular army establishment of the legion. In just one month, he was promoted three levels in a row and became a centurion of the city defense army.

Smooth sailing in his official career should have been a happy thing, but he could not feel any optimism in his heart, and instead felt worried.

Until last month, his salary was enough to feed and clothe his two wives and their family. Now that he has become a centurion, his salary has more than doubled, but his extended family has become a problem.

You know, this is an oasis.

Even if all the wastelanders around the world are hungry, people here should not worry about food and drink.

All because of this damn war.

In order to get rid of the boredom in his heart and cheer himself up, he walked to the battlefield and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Everyone be alert! Open your eyes! Alliance aircraft will use the cover of clouds to approach us! Searchlights are aimed at the edges and gaps of the clouds, and we are all watching carefully! No matter what, we must not let a plane enter the king's territory. All!"

"Long live the Falcon Kingdom!"

"Long live!"

The soldiers answered loudly, but the loud roar could not dispel the bitterness and confusion in the pupils.

There were only one hundred and twenty men on the three-kilometer-wide front, two light machine guns and an anti-aircraft gun.

Not to mention it's still night time.

It's better to expect the guys they have to shoot down Alliance planes than to expect Alliance pilots to misread the map and plunge into their faces.

Horrett also knew that he was forcing others into a difficult situation, but at this moment, he had no other choice but to inject chicken blood into his subordinates.

At this moment, a white light flashed across the distant horizon, accompanied by dull thunder from the distance.

Is it going to rain?

There's no telling if tonight's air raid will be cancelled...

wrong!

Horrett, who was looking into the distance, suddenly changed his expression and shouted loudly.

"hidden!"

Almost at the moment he finished speaking, a fiery red smoke column fell from the sky and hit the farmland hundreds of meters in front of the river embankment.

The roar of the explosion drowned out the brief sound of breaking through the air, and the orange-red flames instantly rushed to a height of a hundred meters, pushing away layers of hot air waves.

The charred ears of wheat, burning wood chips, earth, gravel and tiles, etc... were all carried upward into the sky by the hot smoke.

The first shot missed.

Yet no one takes it lightly.

Soon, another white light flashed in the clouds in the distance, and the deafening roar almost followed the rolling sound of cannons and landed near the river embankment.

Although the 400mm main gun had no accuracy because it was too far away, its huge power put fear on the faces of almost every defender.

It can miss many times.

But only once for them...

The friendly forces near the position seemed to have run out of luck, as the third heavy artillery round fell and hit them straight in front of them.

The hot shock wave instantly dented the flat alloy shell downwards.

Even if the relics of the former civilization cannot be destroyed by conventional weapons, the terrifying power is enough to wipe out all the bunkers piled on the river embankment...

The roar of the explosion echoed in his ears, and Horrett felt his whole body trembling. The same happened to the adjutant standing next to him, his hands and feet were cold, and his eyes were full of fear.

just now--

That heavy artillery piece destroyed at least one hundred of their troops.

"Sand Sea Spirit above... They are more than seventy kilometers away from us, why can they still hit us?!" The adjutant's voice trembled, and he wanted to turn around and run away.

"It's a rocket extended range bomb..."

Ordinary cannonballs really can't fly this far.

But rocket extended-range missiles are another story.

Horrett swallowed and stared at the thick smoke covering the sky three kilometers away with wide eyes.

Fortunately, the 400mm main gun did not blow up the river embankment.

The dented but not damaged alloy shell brought a little comfort to many people's hearts.

At least the gods were still on their side.

However--

Before they could cheer for joy, black dots emerged from beneath the clouds, causing the defenders on the river embankment to look horrified.

"Look over there!"

"Alliance plane!"

The black shadows that were getting closer and closer were like vultures soaring in the sky. Horrett seemed to have seen the teeth and claws of those beasts.

"Damn...how many fights do they have?!"

There was no time to hesitate, and he shouted loudly, regardless of the noisy sound of artillery in the distance.

"Get on the gun position!"

"Stop them!"

…

Hundreds of planes rushed towards them, and the defenders of the Falcon Kingdom panicked.

However, they were not the only ones panicking.

Lao Bai, who was sitting behind Ye Shi's butt, also had his heart in his throat and gritted his teeth, fearing that a little wind might leak and blow his soul away.

Unpowered glider.

As the name suggests, it is an airplane without an engine.

If the aircraft wants to gain horizontal speed, it must dive. After the speed crosses the optimal lift-to-drag ratio range, it needs to recover kinetic energy by raising the nose.

Therefore, the flight path of the aircraft is as exciting as a roller coaster, gliding forward in ups and downs.

In some distant time and space, this thing was called an "assault glider". Like an air-proof balloon, it was not some imaginative black technology. It was available in the garden market for free and as small as "Operation Oak". figure.

Compared with a parachute that hangs in the sky for a long time, this unpowered glider has a very short time in the air and can glide at a maximum speed of about 300 yards per hour, which is the same speed as the "Harmony" train. And compared with the paratrooper's backpack, the larger fuselage capacity allows the paratrooper to carry more equipment and ammunition.

But even though it has so many advantages, the shortcomings of this thing are also not small, that is, the accident rate is too high, and it is a bit useless.

In the early days, this thing was towed by cars, winches or other aircraft to take off, and was "thrown" like a paper airplane. The accident rate was no less than the spherical pod at the bottom of a heavy bomber.

It is precisely for this reason that after World War II, these two things were sent to the grave of history together, and gliders can only be seen in extreme sports.

Probably thinking of the Heart of Steel's unique height advantage, Mosquito picked this thing out of the trash heap of history, and changed the booster into two rockets with the warhead removed.

The flickering tracer in the distance gave Lao Bai some comfort in his heart.

Regardless of whether we can land smoothly or not,

We are finally reaching our destination.

"Ye Shi! Aimed!" Guang Feng, who was holding the joystick with both hands, looked tense, his eyes flashing with rare excitement and madness.

"Okay! Give me a corner!"

Ye Shi chuckled, holding the handle of the heavy machine gun with both hands. The barrel of the gun extended out of the cabin sideways, and the sight was aimed above the river embankment.

He pulled the trigger at the same moment the glider's nose turned down.

The sudden gunshots and hot bullet casings were left behind by the glider, and orange-yellow tracers were thrown towards the river embankment like raindrops.

One hundred and fifty gliders opened fire in unison, but the anti-aircraft guns on the ground were overwhelmed by the firepower net falling from the sky.

However, due to the angle restriction, the glider group's strafing only lasted for just half a minute, and the suppressed Falcon City defenders quickly returned to the anti-aircraft guns.

However, they soon discovered that the previous strafing was just the prelude to the storm, and the real nightmare had just begun.

Twenty escorting W-2 attack aircraft broke away from the flight formation and rushed towards the river embankment below. After a round of dive and strafing, they dropped the aerial bombs hanging under the wings.

The flames of the explosion bloomed on the river bank in an instant.

On the ten-kilometer-wide defense line, the only four anti-aircraft guns were blown to pieces.

Looking at the burning flames and twisted steel, as well as the soldiers holding "ripper" rifles, pulling the bolt and firing into the sky, Horrett's face was filled with despair.

At this time, a captain of ten, whose face was covered with blood, limped from the side and reported to his superiors while breathing heavily.

"Report sir! The Alliance blew up our anti-aircraft guns! We... have no more anti-aircraft weapons to use."

"I'm not blind, I can see."

After interrupting the captain's voice, Horett raised his hand to hold the officer's hat on his head and turned to look at the palace in the northwest.

From any section of the river embankment, the straight-line distance to the palace is ten kilometers. For an airplane, this distance is only a few minutes.

He closed his eyes in pain and whispered to himself.

"it's over……"

…

The defense line in the southeast has been breached by Alliance aircraft, and anti-aircraft guns from adjacent positions are still firing into the sky.

However, because the distance was too far, the poor firepower was purely a futile struggle.

Traces of light danced in the night sky, like wood chips rising from a campfire.

Under the illumination of the searchlight, Myrdal, the commander of the Guards, standing on the tower of the castle in the center of the city, finally saw clearly the shadows coming from far to near.

And his face turned pale at the same time.

Fifty? !

No--

At least a hundred!

Didn’t the First Air Squadron severely damage the Alliance Air Force at Oasis No. 3? ?

Why are there so many more? !

Those planes obviously did not take off from Bicester Town. They should have come from the Heart of Steel that was entangled in air defense balloons.

Just a few minutes ago, he received news from the headquarters that the 1st Aviation Squadron led by Arcant had been in contact with the alliance's flight formation.

Both sides invested hundreds of propeller planes and were engaged in a fierce exchange of fire on the edge of Oasis No. 2.

How many aircraft does the Alliance have? !

wrong--

How many pilots does the Alliance have? !

According to the merchants from the east, there were only five to six million survivors in the entire Qingquan City, but he had the illusion that he could not kill them all!

As Myrdal expected, the anti-aircraft guns scattered on the river embankment could not stop the Alliance aircraft at all.

The Alliance just randomly separated a few aircraft from the flight formation and eliminated the anti-aircraft artillery positions along the way. The remaining aircraft flew over the river embankment and rushed into the city without stopping, heading towards His Majesty the King's castle.

Seeing that the planes only had the last three or four kilometers left, Myrdal immediately shouted an order.

"Fire!"

The eight quadruple anti-aircraft guns deployed on the castle opened fire in unison, and thick and long tongues of flames rushed towards the alliance fleet, instantly lighting up the outlines of the aircraft.

However--

This intensive firepower did not last long.

Black shadows as fast as lightning separated from the fuselage, like a stray arrow, and hit the towers where anti-aircraft guns were placed accurately.

"Oh shit!"

Looking at the towers and anti-aircraft guns engulfed by the explosion flames and thick smoke, Myrdal's eyes turned red for a moment and he cursed his mother angrily.

"What it is?!"

The city defense chief standing next to him also looked confused.

Aerial bomb?

impossible……

It would be too outrageous for aerial bombs thrown from a distance of one or two kilometers to accurately hit their anti-aircraft artillery positions.

But it didn't make sense if it was a missile. He didn't even see the missile's tail flame!

Looking at the burning fire in the distance, several intelligence players sitting on the glider excitedly high-fived their teammates beside them.

Naturally, it was not a missile, but a six-rotor self-destructing drone placed in a glider - "Switchblade".

This thing doesn't require a professional bomber to drop the bomb at all. It can be thrown directly from the cabin. Intellectual players carrying neural connection devices can switch to the drone's perspective for precise guidance.

Fifteen kilograms of warhead is enough to send anti-aircraft guns away from the tower.

"Hahaha! Well done!"

Ye Shi, who was sitting on the machine gun position, excitedly waved his fist, and before landing, he fired a bunch of shots at the castle with his machine gun.

Seeing the violently shaking fuselage and the buildings speeding past beneath him, although Lao Bai panicked a lot, he knew in his heart that he could only trust his teammates at this time.

"It's landing!"

"Know."

After calmly looking outside the cabin, the strong wind opened the variable-angle choke plate on the fuselage, and at the same time, a parachute sprayed out from the rear of the fuselage.

The glider's speed suddenly dropped, and its upward-turned belly hit the roof of a house.

"Grass!"

"Japan! You said it in advance!" Looking at the rapidly approaching rooftop, Ye Shi hurriedly moved the machine gun back into the cabin.

Large pieces of rubble were blown away.

The wings on both sides were instantly disconnected, but they were not broken off, but were actively broken to prevent the fuselage from rolling during the emergency landing.

The violent impact almost made Lao Bai faint.

But he was still a ruthless person in the strength department. He remained conscious until the plane completely fell to the street and stopped.

He took out the rifle from the cabin, cursed and climbed out of the deformed cabin while loading the rifle in his hand.

Looking at several black workers who looked like Africans not far away, he fired two shots into the sky and shouted in Chinese couplet.

"If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

Upon hearing the gunfire, the workers who were moving the obstacles were frightened to death. They immediately dropped their tools and fled into the alley next to them.

After confirming the direction of the castle, Lao Bai subconsciously reached out and pressed the side of his helmet, trying to access the team channel to understand the casualties of each team, but found that there was no response.

Then he remembered that the commander of this operation was Guang Feng.

"Ahem... don't worry, I just confirmed that everyone landed successfully and there is no big problem."

Coughing, he climbed out of the cabin, Guangfeng wiped a handful of dust from the eyepiece of his helmet, and took the LD-50 submachine gun from Ye Shi.

Lao Bai looked at him dumbfounded.

"are you OK?"

"Very OK." With a thumbs up, Guangfeng grabbed Ye Shi's arm and pulled him out of the cabin.

Holding the 12mm heavy machine gun with the barrel still hot in his hand, Ye Shi, who was beaten to a pulp, didn't look scared at all, but had an expression of unfinished content.

"Oh my god...this is much more exciting than skydiving!"

Lao Bai: "..."

"Don't worry." Seeing the concern in Lao Bai's eyes, Bang Feng gave him a reliable look, "We are not joking."

Meeting that serious gaze, Lao Bai was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he might indeed be a little too cautious - or overprotective.

It is different from Fang Chang, a high-level player with full game talent points.

Although Kuang Feng and Ye Shi's game understanding was also very strong, they were not so strong that he was speechless in admiration.

It is precisely because of this that he will always unconsciously assume the role of the eldest brother and have the idea that he should take more care of them, while ignoring their growth.

However, in fact, this worry is simply unnecessary.

Several of his buddies are indeed ordinary people who have not received professional military training, but after experiencing so many battles and life-and-death tests, their combat experience has already surpassed theirs when they first entered the game.

Regardless of the intensity of the war or the level of bloodshed, this cruel wasteland is no less than any dark period in real history.

This is a world destroyed after the war.

A doomsday that is more barbaric than troubled times.

Having gone through many tests in such a world, they are no weaker than anyone else, and they don't need anyone to take care of them.

Every player in the Burning Legion is a warrior in his own right!

Maybe I should trust my teammates more.

"Well, I can see..." Looking at the serious look in his eyes, Lao Bai suddenly smiled and his tense brows relaxed a little, "Then I'll leave it to you!"

He admitted that the glider raised his blood pressure.

But now it seems...

They're not joking around.

Giving him a grateful look, Bang Feng looked at Ye Shi seriously.

"Give Lao Bai the machine gun. Go to a higher point nearby to support us... Our target is entrance C. Be careful not to let the defenders place explosives at the door."

Putting the sniper rifle seized from the academy on his back, Ye Shi made an OK gesture, still with that unserious playful smile on his face.

"receive!"

…

Compared with a parachute that falls randomly, another advantage of a glider is that you don’t have to look for your teammates all over the street.

The five hundred Burning Legion soldiers who landed in the city quickly completed their reorganization, and advanced towards the castle in an orderly manner using three groups as one group, three groups as one squad, and three squads as one platoon.

The streets were quiet except for sporadic gunshots and explosions.

Most of the city defense troops and militiamen were concentrated on the river embankment ten kilometers away, especially since this area was a bombing zone "announced" by the alliance. Only a few guards risked their lives to patrol the city, and it was rare to even see a living person.

Some of the guardsmen noticed the forced landings.

Although there was no order from their superiors, they still searched the area diligently.

Then--

There's no after that.

To deal with these guards carrying "ripper" rifles, players don't even have to shoot.

The equipment of these guards is more stretched than they imagined. Except for the guard captain who is equipped with a 10mm long pistol, most of the soldiers use a slender saber or a bolt-action "opening rifle". "rifle."

This kind of rifle that can be used as a spear is still very useful in the trenches, and the 7mm full-power bullet is powerful enough.

But in street fighting with complex terrain, it is simply a nightmare for our own people.

No matter how familiar they are with the terrain, they can't withstand the fire from LD-47 assault rifles and LD-50 submachine guns.

Facing the Awakened Ones fully equipped with automatic firepower and light cavalry exoskeletons, the patrol team that first searched for them instantly became innocent enemies and were beaten and fled in less than half a minute.

…

At the same time, on a tower that had survived the explosion, Myrdal stared dumbly at the smoldering city in front of him, not understanding what was happening.

Just minutes ago, several dark shadows destroyed his anti-aircraft gun emplacement.

Just when he was looking at the sky desperately, thinking that those planes would pull up their noses and face them again, something unexpected happened.

I saw that the hundreds of planes did not raise their altitude again, but plunged into the city in front of the castle like dumplings.

Bofu, the city defense chief standing next to him, murmured to himself in stunned silence.

"What are they doing?"

An adjutant said blankly.

"...flight accident?"

"Hundreds of planes were involved in an accident at the same time. How is this possible?"

After recovering from his brief daze, Myrdal's face did not relax at all because of the "end" of the air raid. His intuition told him that the real air raid had just begun.

He immediately looked at the adjutant beside him and said loudly.

"Who is responsible for the area in front of the castle!"

The adjutant replied immediately after hearing this.

"Report! It's Centurion Adem!"

Myrdal remembered the name.

That guy was an expert who he personally promoted from the militia to the Guards. Not only was he an expert in command, he was also a powerful Awakener himself.

Without a trace of hesitation, Myrdal immediately ordered.

"Give him another hundred-man team! Let him go to the city immediately to search for those pilots! Be sure to catch me alive!"

The adjutant stood upright and gave a military salute.

"yes!"

…

Following Myrdal's order, Adem immediately led his centurions and more than a hundred reinforcements into the city, preparing to capture the Alliance pilot alive.

However--

What everyone didn't expect was that the moment the two centurions entered the city, there was a crackling sound in the city, as if dozens of firecrackers had been thrown away.

The flickering flames from the muzzles rose one after another in the dark city, as dense as the starry sky above.

Almost as soon as they stepped onto the street, the centurions led by Adem were hit by automatic fire. They were caught off guard and suffered heavy casualties in just one contact.

Pilots in the Falcon Kingdom are usually equipped with only one pistol, and there is no room for extra ammunition and weapons in the cockpit of an ordinary aircraft.

Not to mention encountering automatic weapons.

No one even thought that those pilots did not hide from XZ in the city, but organized and opened fire on them.

Myrdal, who stood on the tower, stared dumbly at the city with flickering lights in the night, and even lost his words for a moment.

The gunfire was at least the firepower of two thousand-man teams.

Could it be that Alliance pilots are not only equipped with assault rifles, but also have two bodyguards stuffed in the cabin? !

While Myrdal was still surprised, Adem, who rushed into the city with two hundred people, had already grabbed the walkie-talkie and started cursing.

"The firepower on the other side is too intense! We need reinforcements!"

A harsh hum filled the headphones.

The other side probably used some kind of communication jamming weapon. He couldn't contact the rear at all and couldn't report the situation here.

Bullets were flying in the streets.

The other side didn't seem to care about the ammunition at all.

All his strength was of no use at all. Adem could only pray in his heart that his superiors could hear some clues from the gunshots and send more people over.

However, the other party seemed to have no intention of stalemate with them, and gunshots rang out from all directions quickly surrounded the street where he was.

Adem's mood suddenly sank to the bottom.

Although he couldn't confirm the situation on the two captains' side, he could roughly tell from the direction of the gunshots that both wings of the defense line had been lost!

It only took less than half a minute for the opponent to annihilate at least four of his ten-man teams and complete the encirclement of his two centurions.

This is definitely not something that dozens of pilots can accomplish!

At most, there are a thousand people on the opposite side!

Looking at the broken limbs on the street and the dense bullet holes on the wall, Adem, who had a murderous look on his face just a few minutes ago, now had only horror on his face.

Listening to the gunshots getting closer and closer, he grabbed the walkie-talkie that only received noise and shouted desperately.

"Damn it! These people... they are not pilots at all!"

"We're surrounded by them!"

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(Thanks to the leaders of "The No. 1 Fruit in the Watermelon Universe" and "Xueyi Wuxin" for the reward!!! I could finish this chapter, but it took me a while to reach six o'clock. T.T)