bookbashuk Chapter 70 Fire the cannons and blast his mother!
Chapter 70 Fire the cannons and blast his mother!
Chapter 70 Fire the Cannons and Blast His Mother (Seeking First Subscription!)
Andy, with his special forces team laden with loot, disappeared into the intricate underground network of District 9.
They left decisively, without leaving any evidence.
All that remained was an "empty ship" whose control core had been removed, yet which was armed to the teeth.
Meanwhile, dozens of kilometers away, the battle in the acid swamp had reached a fever pitch.
Although Helios Group's armored forces suffered a first round of heavy artillery bombardment and the annihilation of the motorcycle squads, Zeman, as an experienced old commander, reorganized the formation in a very short time.
Engineers drove armored bulldozers, braving sporadic artillery fire, and managed to level a road through the ruins.
The steel torrent has been restarted.
This time, Zeman learned his lesson.
He stopped launching concentrated assaults and instead deployed his troops in a highly dispersed manner.
Each Leman Rustank was spaced more than 200 meters apart, and the infantry were spread out in skirmish lines, advancing under the alternating cover of ruins and shell craters.
Although this method of play is slow and resembles a tortoise crawl, it is extremely effective.
The accuracy of the heavy artillery fire from Bauer's side plummeted.
155mm shells are not missiles after all. It is too difficult to hit them directly when they are scattered and constantly making evasive maneuvers. Most of the shells exploded on the ground. Although they made a lot of noise, they did not achieve any effect.
"Push them up, push them all up!"
Zeman ordered over the command channel: "Their shells are not unlimited; they can't hold out for long against this intensity of bombardment."
"Once they get within the Lemanrus's firing range (the stone lizards that can hit targets seven kilometers away are gone), our tank guns can keep them firing at the head!"
Under his command, Helios's main force finally advanced to the edge of the acid swamp, only three kilometers away from the base.
Here you can already see the high concrete wall, and behind the wall are several smokehouses belching black smoke.
"Enter firing range!"
A Leman Russ tank came to a stop, its turret rotating, the dark muzzle aimed at a sentry turret on the wall.
"boom!"
A high-explosive shell was fired.
A burst of fire erupted on the wall, and half of the sentry turret and the base's high wall were blown away.
"Hit! Keep firing!"
With their first victory, Helios's morale soared.
More than a dozen tanks opened fire simultaneously, raining down shells on the base.
Although the high wall was sturdy, it could not withstand this kind of attack. Concrete fragments flew everywhere, and some sections were even completely destroyed.
However, just as Zeman thought victory was in sight and was preparing to order his infantry to charge,
"Sizzle—sizzle—sizzle—"
Suddenly, a strange mechanical sound came from behind the wall.
Immediately afterwards, twenty huge black figures peeked out from behind the wall.
What is that?
Zeman, holding the binoculars, was stunned.
He saw twenty enormous, featherless metal ostriches nimbly climbing the earthen slope inside the wall, their mechanical legs with reverse joints.
They did not take cover behind bunkers and fire like traditional self-propelled artillery.
Instead, they simply laid the long cannon barrel flat!
What the hell?!
A straight shot!
A 155mm heavy gun, firing horizontally at a distance of less than three kilometers!
In the fire control logic written by Andy, there is no need to calculate the bullet drop at this distance; you can just aim and hit exactly where you want!
"No—this isn't scientific—"
Zeman's pupils dilated.
next second.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Twenty heavy cannons simultaneously unleashed their fury.
This time, it was no longer the slow, zigzag shot of before.
The shells traveled three kilometers in the instant they left the barrel, hitting the Leman Russ tanks at the very front.
At such close range, with such a large caliber, and propelled by Andy's specially made tri-component explosives.
The kinetic energy is terrifyingly high!
"when--!!!"
The first Leman Russ was hit head-on.
Although its frontal armor was very thick, it was not directly penetrated.
But the enormous impact flipped it over like a toy car, and it rolled twice on the ground before stopping. The tracks broke, and the crew inside were probably turned into mincemeat.
The second one fared even worse; a shell hit a gap in the turret ring.
"Boom!"
The entire turret was blown more than ten meters high, and the inside of the vehicle instantly turned into a sea of fire.
"Horizontal firing?! Or a saturation attack?! Have they gone mad?!"
Zeman felt his worldview crumble.
Which self-propelled artillery would dare to play like this?
It's like a sniper suddenly rushing up to your face with a sniper rifle and pulling the pin on a grenade!
Although the fighting style was unusual, it has to be said that this move was extremely ruthless.
The Iron Ostrich's high mobility allows it to crouch and move sideways immediately after firing a shot, hiding behind the wall, while Helios' tanks have to readjust their turret angles, which creates an extremely shameless "dragon cannon" firing method.
I peek out, fire a shot at you, then retreat and run away.
Call me from where I used to be.
I'll peek out from another spot and give you another shot.
"Retreat! Back up! Back up!"
Zeman cried out in despair.
In this narrow strip of land, his tank couldn't maneuver properly and became a sitting duck for the enemy's heavy artillery.
But it's not over yet.
Just as Helios's troops were thrown into disarray by this volley of fire.
"For Andy, the boss! For the starch balls!!"
Accompanied by a deafening battle cry, a black-clad army charged out from all directions.
More than two hundred heavily armed infantrymen wearing T-9000 heavy exoskeletons!
They run incredibly fast; the hydraulic power of their exoskeletons allows them to take three or four meters with each stride.
They weren't carrying guns, but rather XPG-200 rocket launchers and CBS high-explosive crossbows.
This configuration is a nightmare for armored forces in close-quarters combat.
"Infantry cover! Infantry cover!!"
Zeman felt a chill run down his spine as he watched the group of black figures charging towards him like mad dogs.
Helios's mercenaries attempted to open fire to stop them.
The laser beams struck the group, but were absorbed by the thick composite armor plates, leaving only scorch marks. Only the explosive shells could cause some effective damage, but their effect was still quite limited against such a fast-moving, heavily armored force.
This is truly hopeless.
You can't break their defenses with your attacks, but they can kill you with a single shot.
"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"
Hundreds of rockets and high-explosive crossbow bolts rained down from the sky.
Those Chimera troop carriers that hadn't even had time to reverse were instantly turned into burning torches.
Even the remaining Lemanrus were blasted into a panic by the intense firepower.
The side armor was penetrated, the tracks were broken, and the engine hood was blown off.
The steel torrent turned into a torrent of scrap metal in the face of the Underworld thugs built by Andy.
Zeman watched this scene, and the communicator slipped from his hand.
It’s over.
The opponent's equipment level, tactical skills, and ruthless spirit completely overwhelmed his so-called "elite" force.
"Retreat—a full retreat—"
Zeman issued the final command and then slumped into his chair.
He lost, lost completely.
Half an hour later.
The battlefield was a scene of utter devastation.
Everywhere were burning tank wrecks and the corpses of mercenaries.
Bauer, like a victorious general, circled around a Leman Russ that had been blown up.
"Hahaha! That's awesome! So awesome!"
Bauer's voice was amplified and carried throughout the venue.
"I knew this thing would work! Open fire, blast their mothers!"
Gamma-9, along with his engineering team, was like a swarm of industrious ants, frantically dismantling the usable tank parts.
"The engine is working, take it with you!"
"This laser cannon can still be repaired, let's take it apart!"
"Oh, this armor plate is quite nice. I'll take it back and make a new gate for the Sage!"
Just then.
The familiar roar of engines could be heard in the distance.
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A gray shuttle flew low over the battlefield and landed steadily on the helipad in the base.
The hatch opened.
Andy, dressed in a bright yellow robe, stepped down.
He looked at the spoils scattered on the ground and the tanks still smoking in the distance, and his electronic eye flashed.
"Hiss—it seems I've returned just in time."
Andy's voice was calm, but it carried an undeniable sense of satisfaction.
"Well played."
Everyone shouted in unison, "Boss Andy!"
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