Chapter 276 Bloody Battle

(From this section, half of the plot of the outline booking has been completed, and the new preparation part will gradually unfold. The wasteland is still wasteland, and the occasional words and words are only for the next book or the next book as potential guidance. If a book friend is careful enough, he can probably infer the content of the new book related to Lao Hei and the Wasteland from some parts of this section. Of course, the new book must wait until the book is completed before it will start. At least, it will be next year.)

Chaos are destined from the time the first shell fell.

The 105mm grenade roared through the air, stimulating the soldiers' thin eardrums, and there were harsh screams and fierce gunshots everywhere. The explosion roar and the heat waves filled with flames also rose one after another. The simple construction of temporary fortifications completely lost their function. Between the scattered sandbags and rocks, fragments of human body that could not be distinguished were accumulated. The chaos became more and more intense, and the dense shells fell from the top of their heads triggered one after another, as well as bloody chaos and death.

Although the family alliance army was well-trained and had various plans to respond to emergency situations, under this kind of artillery bombardment with a strength far exceeding its own ability, most people seemed at a loss in the face of the sudden blow. Until the bloody corpse fell in front of the face, the intestines and broken limbs of companions flew on their bodies, their eyes, ears, mouth and nose were covered with countless sticky plasma. In addition to the smell of blood and gunpowder, and the strong smell of the broken flesh, they could no longer smell the excess smell, the alliance army also appeared in the first batch of deserters.

Twenty "Embras" tanks slowly appeared from the end of the road beside the city of Ultra. Heavy metal tracks rolled over the human body, making a sound of numbing flesh and bones shattering. Behind the distance, dozens of "Strick" wheeled armored vehicles faintly appeared from the smoke and the dust flying in the sky. These steel monsters covered with white and black dragon patterns on the side of the car body moved slowly with the tank troops that were crushing forward with full force.

The large-caliber machine cannon equipped on the top of the body burst out with a dense and dull sound like a storm. The radiant clouds floating in the gray sky blocked most of the sunlight, and the dense smoke and flying dust completely sucked up the last ray of light that penetrated the clouds. The entire battlefield was like a broken continent suddenly sinking into the deepest part of the dark hell. Only the red flames ignited after the explosion of the shells can produce strange flames accompanied by unbearable high temperatures and flashes.

The sudden attack instantly tore the complete formation of the family Allied forces apart. In just less than ten minutes, the dense artillery fire covered a large number of soldiers in a pool of blood. The deafening guns and cannons roared over any other sound. Dragging the harsh and screaming bullets intertwined in the air, hitting the metal fiercely, making a "ding-ding-dang" sound, tearing the human body, and the hard warhead flew into the flesh,

Rolling and exploding, the metal fragments exploded in the warhead to pieces, tearing the soft muscle tissue to pieces, like burning and sharp steel teeth, cruelly cutting the ligaments, cutting off blood vessels, and then flying out with large pieces of flesh or internal organs. While sprinkling large pieces of fishy and thick blood on the dry ground, they also left behind the mortals who fell to the ground, rolling back and forth between the dust, curling their bodies and howling desperately, and dying.

The 6571 base's military warehouse contains 500 brand new "sh-22" self-propelled artillery. These war weapons, which had a large caliber of 155 mm, were relocated by Lin Xiang. They were set up in and around Ultra City and found that they had not been infiltrated by family alliance spies. Thanks to Heinrich's early sending back information on the march route, troops, weapons, etc., the family coalition forces that entered the attack range were devastatingly hit. The left and right wings forcibly encircled the crushed armored forces, broke through the fragile defense line in just a few minutes, and completed the merger from the side and rear direction, surrounding the remaining part of the family coalition forces in a basin in front of Ultra City.

People and corpses were everywhere, and thunderous blasts rolled across the ground, and they bloomed everywhere with the fog and flames gushing out of the spring. The bombardment was so dense and swift that it finally mixed into the same roar. Pieces of fireworks shot into the sky and turned into an explosive curtain wall rolling in kilometers. The artillery fire cover continued to extend forward until the infantry following the armored troops showed their figures from the smoke of gunpowder, and quickly formed an attack circle around the basin with chariots. The soul-stirring artillery bombardment gradually became sparse.

The Alliance Army, trapped in the encirclement, seemed like a wounded trapped beast, covered in dust, covered in blood and dirt, and was crowded with blood and dirt, forming fire points that support each other, fighting desperately towards the enemies appearing on the edge of the basin. They tried their best to counterattack, running, running, escaping, crawling, shooting, jumping up and then pounced on them, being shot and rolling around. The dense firepower shot from all directions was terrible. Not long after, the concave slopes near the outer edge of the basin were already full of

The Alliance troops, who were the vanguard of attack, suffered heavy losses and were forced to retreat. They retreated in a mess to the core of the relatively remote basin. Thousands of corpses filled the entire slope. A considerable number of people did not die on the spot, but were fatal injuries, and were still struggling to leave again and stand up. Groaning and screaming filled the basin. The wounded soldiers who were wailing to climb back to their camp appeared in the huge pile of corpses. The blood flowing from countless bodies soaked the dry soil into a red pool like thick slurry.

The coalition soldiers were still resisting. The officers mixed in various battle groups shouted loudly, using insulting words to curse and encourage them loudly, desperately trying to dispel the soldiers' fear of powerful opponents and rekindle their sense of frenzy and selfless fighting. However, more and more soldiers were forced to flee back from the edge of the basin, all of them crowded in the farthest distance from the opponent's attack and looked relatively safer. Unconsciously, at a loss, squeezed the narrow space that was not much, and opened their eyes that were red by the flesh and blood of the dead, breathing heavily like cows and horses on the verge of declining. Tears, snot, sweat, mixed with soil and smoke and dust in the air, adhered to their faces, condensed into pieces of dark and unclear, dirty dirt like rags.

The Longteng Army, which surrounded the edge of the basin, stopped its attack. The hot barrels and cannon chambers slowly cooled down in the howling wind. Even cold, there were also soldiers gathered near tanks and armored vehicles. With cover, they re-populated assault rifles re-pointed to the defense soldiers of the remaining troops in the center of the basin.

The tragic battlefield suddenly turned into a dead corpse like a cemetery at this moment. In addition to the pain howling and moans from the pile of corpses, occasionally there were shells falling from high places, and the harsh metal reverbs made by collisions with each other. A heavy breathing sound of nearly asthma was made from people's mouths and noses, but was quickly swallowed up by the whistling wind that rushed and swept away.

According to the war practices of the old era, usually the casualty rate of 50% is enough to be convicted of losing the combat power and needing to be reorganized, or surrendered by the opponent. Only a very rare time will an army that relies entirely on will and courage, and they often fight to the last one. But this requires extremely fanatical national or national beliefs. This has appeared many times in the history of war recorded in the old era. However, the wasteland world does not have the boundaries of race or residential areas at all. Most of the components of the family alliance army are armed by active mercenaries within the territory. Fighting to death is not in their interests, and there is no need for this at all.

The reason why they did not surrender was because they were still waiting. The rules of war were completely different from the old era, firepower and troops were no longer the decisive factors that restricted the victory or defeat of both sides. Although the battle at the ordinary human level has ended, this does not mean that the duel between the strong will end in an equally tragic way.

More than a dozen burly officers wearing uniforms from captains to lieutenant colonels slowly walked out of the crowded group of defeated soldiers. They looked at each other and quickly completed the confirmation and affirmation of the direction and target of the assault during the exchange of eyes. Without any warning, these people suddenly dispersed and suddenly launched an attack towards the south of the basin, which was also the most tightly defended by the Longteng Army.

The moment his body swayed, dozens of warriors with the black group dragon logo suddenly flashed from behind the chariots arranged on the edge of the basin. They rushed down from the slope with a momentum and speed that was not weaker than the attacker. In less than ten seconds, the two people at the forefront had already collided with each other. This extremely terrifying speed shocked the Alliance's strongman who launched the last attack. The rapid shortening of the distance between the two also allowed him to finally rely on evaluating the opponent's strength within the detection range. Just as the moment when he spread his consciousness and the opponent's aura energy field had just come into contact with the opponent's breath, the Alliance's strongman's expression suddenly changed, and then he opened his mouth suddenly, with fear from the heart, and a shocking scream.

"Get out quickly———Oh my God, they are all parasitics, they are all five stars... Go quickly..."

The thunder-like warning sound suddenly stopped, and the Major-class badge was hung on his shoulder. The Alliance powerhouse with the strength of a Samsung parasitic only felt as if he was hit by a heavy hammer, but there was no expected scene of his body flying backwards. The whole person seemed to be firmly absorbed by powerful forces. The brain and nerves felt only the severe pain from the chest, and the numbness that instantly spread from the heart and spread to every corner of the body.

He subconsciously looked down and found that the polyester high-elastic protective armor covering his chest had been completely smashed. A surface disk was bulging with thick blood vessels, and his arms covered with black hair were deeply penetrated from the front. A large ball of sticky blood and minced flesh flowed out from the edge of the exploded wound. Several white broken ribs protruded in the flesh and blood. The fracture was sharp and rough. A piece of broken alveoli was raised high by sharp bone pieces. Under the maintenance of the tiny trachea connected to it, it followed the rhythm of breathing, like a fish gill on the verge of suffocation.

The opponent was a strong man about forty years old and full of beards. He was smiling at himself, his smile full of hideousness and hostility, and even a hint of pity.

The Major of the Alliance could clearly feel that the fist that was completely immersed in his chest was spreading and shifting its direction. It grabbed its heart hard, rotated, and broke the nerves and blood vessels connected to it. It was dragged out by an irresistible huge force, and dug out its body alive. Under its horror and despair, five steel-hard fingers squeezed the soft pieces of meat in different directions, twisted and crushed them into a pile of sludge that emitted strong bloody blood...

There were also fierce collisions in other directions. The strong parasitics assigned to the Alliance Army were only four stars with the highest strength. They were already at a disadvantage in number, and it was even less likely to be compared with the Longteng Army abilities who had received Lin Xiang's blood transformation and had an average strength of five or six stars. About seven minutes later, the strong alliances who launched active attacks on the Longteng Army were corpses on the spot. The last one rushed up the top of the hill and was about to rush into the infantry group to retaliate. They were also surrounded by two five-star parasitics who cooperated with punching and machine gun shooting. They first smashed their spine from the back with one punch, and then penetrated their bodies by thick and dense rain of bullets, and beaten into a pile of rotten corpses who could not see clearly.

There was no suspense in the battle. As the last parasitic was killed on his side, the alliance's remnants completely lost their fighting spirit. The soldiers crowded behind various simple fortifications slowly walked out, and silently looked at the chariots and figures gradually approaching from the top of the basin with a dull look, and threw down the weapons in their hands with a tired look.

The work of sweeping and confiscating equipment continued until the evening. A total of nearly 5,000 prisoners of war were captured. These people were haggard, scarred and exhausted, and had no intention of resisting. The Longteng Army suffered only thirty-seven people. Except for the seven people who died on the spot, the rest were injured to varying degrees. Three wheeled armored vehicles and armored trucks were destroyed, and two tanks were attacked by armor-piercing bombs on the side and were towed back to the workshop for repair. As for the bodies of those who did not belong to the Longteng Army, they were pushed from all directions by dozens of bulldozers, all piled into the basin, forming a huge tomb, and then dug a large amount of soil from the ground with bulldozers for landfill...

After a day of fierce battle, outside Ultra City has now become a wilderness of wildfires, with craters everywhere, full of exhausted energy batteries, blood-stained bandages, burning wreckage and unrecognizable corpses. Under the cover of the slowly descending night, the smoke and flames slowly disappeared from people's sight, leaving only the lingering air, with the scent of blood and gunpowder that was so heavy that it was suffocating.

......

Surrounded by dozens of guards, Lin Xiang, with a weak expression, and Wang Biao and Yang Hua, who were standing behind him, walked to the top of the hill closest to the battlefield and the highest terrain, silently overlooking the sparks that were still burning in the darkness.

"The family alliance is not our opponent at all. Ordinary soldiers can never beat evolutionary people. Whether it is power, perception or reaction speed, simple guns alone can no longer change the reality of the huge gap in strength."

Wang Biao's face looked a little solemn. His words were filled with emotion and message, and they were also a little faint, mourning and sadness for the deceased.

"The Alliance Army cannot pose a threat to us. If it were not for the lack of administrative personnel, and it would take time to digest the old Sosbian leader, we could have taken over the entire North in one fell swoop."

Yang Hua was obviously excited, and the sound of almost shouting was spread far away in the dark night sky.

Lin Xiang did not join the conversation between the two. He quietly looked at the wilderness hidden in the darkness in the distance, and a crystal clear light rolled in his black eyes.

“… With the strength we currently have, it is actually difficult to deal with threats from the north.”

After taking a breath of the bloody night wind, Lin Xiang raised his right foot and stepped on a rock slightly higher than the ground. He said seriously: "It is not only the family alliance that occupies the north, but also the religious fanatics who conquer everywhere in the name of God. They are much stronger than us. Instead of facing it directly, it is better to let the family alliance stand in front and deal with these madmen who cannot be irrational and logical for us. Haha, the earth is round and can be expanded in any direction. We do not need to limit our vision to only one place

, to the south or west, are good choices. Don't forget that once Sosbia does not exist, Ferdinand will soon occupy areas that were originally disputed by both sides... After this battle, the family alliance will soon send a second group of negotiators, and we should try our best to get enough benefits from the negotiating table. As for the next target of the army's attack...it depends entirely on whether Lord Antonio, who is in charge of the Aresandro family, is smart enough? Or, as stupid as the Luton family———”

"Attack south?"

A trace of worry flashed across Yang Hua's face, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Our military use has reached its limit. The entire territory of Sosbia that has just been captured needs to be guarded by the army. Only after completely calming the dissatisfaction of the local people with foreign forces can they be transferred back one by one."

"I have carefully considered it and build a new legion on the basis of the existing one———"
Chapter completed!