Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

The old man in military uniform with two bars and three stars on his shoulders tried hard to suppress the trembling caused by the cold and fear. He couldn't even make any extra expressions. All that was left on his face was numb seriousness and coldness.

The confidentiality level of this military operation in the system is top secret, and it is directly responsible to the central government. Before departure, the superiors had required everyone to sign a confidentiality agreement. The commander originally thought it was a military exercise against the enemy roaming along the coast. Today, the international situation is not friendly to the country. In order to maintain its hegemony in the world, the Americans are suppressing the country's development space indefinitely through the form of island chains, and are wantonly crossing the inland sea and the straits on both sides of the Taiwan Strait under the pretext of free navigation. The increasingly frequent live-fire exercises also indicate that a war may be imminent.

But it was not until he crossed the thunder curtain with terrifying momentum that the commander realized what kind of enemy he was facing.

Politically speaking, every Communist is a staunch materialist, but at this moment the old man's beliefs are being shaken.

Because the ones who appeared before him were definitely not the imaginary enemies he had faced in the exercises, but the demons that had torn open the cracks in hell and escaped from the unknown abyss.

The Wall of Sighs, composed of dozens or even hundreds of Type 99A main battle tanks, roared past the jeep in which the commander was riding.

The slowly advancing barrage of bullets in front was still clearing away the black shadows that had risen from the puddles on the asphalt road like a steel brush brushing away stains on soap.

But this is already close to the maximum distance that the artillery unit can support. Going further can only be done by using vehicle-mounted artillery to launch short-range missiles to clear the area.

But this elevated road is very strange. If you go further in, the guidance effect of short-range missiles will become ineffective. Those powerful weapons will become blind in the air and may even accidentally injure friendly forces.

From time to time, huge branch-shaped lightning poured from the gray-black clouds into the dark abyss on both sides of the elevated road. The lightning in the distance illuminated the armed helicopter formation and the huge dragons that finally stopped fighting in the rainstorm and entered the confrontation stage. The dragons' overlapping wings cast a hundred-meter-long shadow on the armored cluster that was advancing deep into the elevated road, like the ferocious beasts in mythology that covered the sky and the sun and devoured countless people.

The heavy rain blurred the commander's vision, but he still looked up.

As long as the dragon group retreats a little further, the short-range missiles will no longer be able to lock on to them. At this time, it is necessary to use the anti-aircraft artillery transferred from various places.

The dense armored cluster charge used by the 99A at this time had basically disappeared from the battlefield after World War II, but it was very suitable for use in this place. The number of shadows seemed endless. They were like a black tide, running wildly from the slightly inclined elevated road, setting off wave after wave of huge waves. The huge waves were smashed to pieces by the dense artillery fire that fell in a parabolic trajectory like a long river of light.

The fire coverage range ended about one hundred meters ahead. The Wall of Sighs continued to advance. The commander in the rear was definitely a real madman. The artillery fire finally stopped until the armored cluster entered the fire coverage range 50 meters away.

After a brief silence, the sound of a violent storm rushed into the old man's eardrums.

The sound of low-altitude helicopter rotors tearing through the air was as piercing as the roar of a wind demon. More air support troops appeared in the sky behind. After the dark clouds were dispersed, they roared in the pale sky with a chaotic luster like giant steel knights.

At this time, the 99mm smoothbore cannons on the 125A main battle tanks arranged in a wall started firing like a storm.

They were wrapped in a person-high pool of water rolled up by the tracks. The splashes of water turned into a pink light curtain in a moment, and then a thunderous roar was heard in the distance. The dazzling blue-white lightning produced by the explosion of the shells and the broken limbs of the shadows on the messy asphalt road that seemed to have been plowed were lifted up to a height of more than ten meters.

This elevated road blessed by God was like a vibrating drum skin amidst the dense noises, with dirt and small stones being shaken up and down. Between the close-up of tanks, one could hear the roar of shoulder-fired rocket launchers firing.

After the first round of shelling, the momentum of the heroes' charge was completely stopped. This did not mean that they were afraid, but simply because the dense artillery fire cleared a huge high-temperature death zone between the two positions.

The relatively optimistic battle situation and the continuously advancing positions made the commander calm down a little. He no longer nervously looked around trying to spot the giant dragons rising from the abyss on both sides launching a surprise attack on their armored cluster. After straightening his back, which was causing unbearable pain due to bone hyperplasia, he slowly bent, leaned back in the relatively soft seat, and breathed a sigh of relief.

This unprecedented war proved for the first time that the Republic's iron fist could easily crush gods and demons.

But just as he was thinking this, a ball of fire with extremely high speed and high heat radiation was thrown down from the sky in the distance.

No, that was not a projectile, but a jet! A giant dragon, much larger than an armed helicopter, flapped its wings and spewed out the attack from its mouth. Its golden eyes, which no one dared to look directly at, were filled with fine bloodshot, and it coldly looked down at the huge and hideous tank turrets that looked ferocious in the chaotic sky.

It's just a ball of fire. Those brainless beasts don't understand what the front armor of the 99A means. With the blessing of triple armor...

The old man's thoughts were suddenly interrupted because the ball of fire hit the turret of a tank just in front of the jeep.

His body suddenly leaned forward, his pupils contracted. The place where the flames broke out was emitting sharp flames like welding, and a huge amount of dust was raised from the ground. The surrounding water vapor was completely evaporated in a second, and the water vapor spread out like fog.

A strange cracking sound came almost at the same time as the sharp light, and the moment the flame hit, the reactive armor of the 99A tank was triggered.

The effect of the Word Spirit. Monarch Flame in Chu Zihang's hands is to instantly heat the air to a rare high temperature, then shrink and suck in the dust in the air, causing a dust explosion. In the hands of this dragon, it is more like an anti-tank missile.

Or worse.

Because the extremely high temperature stuck to the front of the tank like sticky mucus that could not be shaken off, the reactive armor was destroyed first, and then its wedge armor and composite armor quickly melted into bright red molten iron, which flowed down along the body and tracks of the tank.

Then, this incredible heat flow completely cut through the armor of the 99A in a few seconds. It accelerated forward, trailing thick smoke, and soon left the neatly arranged Wall of Sighs. During the brief pause in the artillery fire, the tank driver used his last bit of strength to drive this steel monster into the tide of heroes.

It was quickly flooded.

But it was still moving forward, and it did not stop until it had rushed more than ten meters into the black tide with a sound of explosion from inside the vehicle. Its turret was blown away, and the warhead and fuel tank were obviously severely damaged. The gushing shock wave and flames affected all the heroes within a radius of nearly ten meters.

Another tank immediately completed the armored cluster's charge formation. The asphalt road trembled slightly under the heavy impact of the tracks, and veins bulged on the commander's clenched hands.

Dragons fly at extremely fast speeds, and ordinary bullets hitting their scales cannot cause any damage to them. Even the air-to-air missiles launched by armed helicopters can hardly cause fatal injuries to them. The large-caliber onboard machine guns can only cause tearing effects after breaking through the transparent film and scales on their body surface.

Without air superiority, the armored cluster would almost certainly be killed if it encountered a large-scale dragon attack. Even if they had a large number of armed helicopters as air support, they could only temporarily deter the dragons with the help of air-to-air confrontation and short-range missiles that could effectively kill them.

At this moment, the old man in the jeep felt powerless like an armored cluster on the plains encountering an enemy's armed helicopter formation. However, the dragons were far more dangerous and more powerful than armed helicopters. They fought with the air formation, and the casualty ratio was almost one to five or even higher.

The battle lasted only a dozen minutes, but the loss of their own armed helicopters had reached double digits, and the effective damage they inflicted on the dragon was still relying on the three short-range missiles.

At this time, the military green-painted tracked vehicle finally arrived at the front line of the battlefield along the trajectory of the Wall of Sighs in front.

Dozens of Type 95 25mm self-propelled anti-aircraft guns.

This is an active anti-aircraft gun, relying on advanced radar sighting and optoelectronic fire control systems, they can detect incoming air targets at a long distance. And their installed four-barrel anti-aircraft guns can fire 3000 rounds per minute, and the 25mm caliber shells can briefly create an airspace restricted area.

Further to the rear are a larger number of Type 59 57mm anti-aircraft guns mixed into the infantry divisions.

This powerful but slow-firing anti-aircraft gun was put into mass production in 1965 and was gradually retired after the subsequent international situation stabilized. It is surprising that there are so many of them in such a place at this moment.

Obviously, when planning this operation, the executors had already anticipated the situation they would face at this time. Armed helicopters, short-range missiles and armored clusters were unable to fight against the agile dragon in the air.

The armor-piercing and incendiary shells fired by anti-aircraft guns can effectively kill dragons. Even the powerful second-generation species cannot protect their entire body when facing the dense steel barrage, and the kinetic energy of anti-aircraft guns is far from comparable to that of aircraft-mounted machine guns or any kind of missile fragments.

The commander had long realized that those giant winged lizards were actually very similar to fighter planes from the Second World War, with flight speeds that could not match the supersonic stealth fighters currently in service in the military, and were able to use powerful supernatural abilities to attack. Their bodies were covered with some incomprehensible force fields and hard scales, which allowed them to deflect or even rebound direct hits from most kinetic weapons.

But if the kinetic energy is huge enough, the bullet can also penetrate the field and dragon scales.

The dragons have not yet realized what kind of weapons they are about to face. They are still hovering above the asphalt road, unwilling to continue the attack, but the passionate chanting is still echoing in the space. It is obvious that they are not prepared to just sit there and wait for death. The Word Spirit is still the real reliance of the dragons to stand at the top of the food chain.

The heroic spirits continued to attack the wall of death built by tank fire like waves, wave after wave.

Heroic spirits are pure consumables to the city of Nibelung. The energy of the kingdom of God is almost endless, and it can support the almost unlimited birth of such a large army of undead.

But even if the dragon left behind its embryos, it would take hundreds or thousands of years to resurrect. According to the prophecy, Ragnarok is imminent, and the dragons are not direct descendants of Odin. They are just living here temporarily waiting for the final moment to come.

No one wants to miss the decisive battle that is said to be the end. The so-called great constraint of history is both destruction and rebirth. If anyone can obtain the genes generously shared by the supreme being who has returned from the resurrection, he will become the god of the new era.

At this time, dense whistling sounds finally sounded from behind the commander, and bullets and tracer bullets connected in lines spewed out from the muzzle of the anti-aircraft gun.

A moment later, the sky was covered with a dense web of fire.

The initial velocity of the armor-piercing discarding sabot projectile fired by the anti-aircraft gun can exceed one thousand meters per second, close to three times the speed of sound. The sparks that appear in a line in front of everyone are actually tracer bullets mixed in with ordinary armor-piercing projectiles.

Even the most powerful second-generation species, with their dynamic vision, could not capture something that was three times the speed of sound. But when the web of light and flame rose from the ground, the dragons still felt a deadly threat. They flapped their wings and tried to escape from that airspace, but were instantly submerged by tons of steel bullets.

The air defense system was originally designed to use ten times the ammunition to intercept possible threats. When anti-aircraft guns in World War II attacked the B17, they fired a barrage at a fixed area on the flight path, so the pilots would be horrified to see a black cloud in front of the plane.

What Long Qun sees now is almost the same as the scene witnessed by the B17 pilots back then, except that today's anti-aircraft guns are more dangerous, with a firing rate of dozens or hundreds of times higher.

Terrifying roars rang out among the dragons, and scarlet blood splashed down from the sky, like a bloody rain.

But suddenly a loud chanting voice drowned out all the noise. It was from the smaller dragon among the dragons. His golden eyes were a cold dark gold, and the anti-aircraft gun shells landed on his scales and immediately burst into scattered metal fragments.

Then, a huge area with ionization on the surface spread out from the dragon as the center, and soon enveloped half of the sky. The anti-aircraft gun shells rotated and drilled holes on the surface of the area like unwilling snakes, but they only drilled less than ten centimeters inside before all the kinetic energy disappeared. Hundreds of thousands of shells were embedded in the edge of the area, like iron rain solidified in the air.

The commander's face turned ugly.

But what happened next made him feel relieved.

The anti-aircraft artillery commander in the rear obviously realized that the armor-piercing shells could not penetrate the transparent film, and he immediately switched to high-energy incendiary shells. Then the sky-high flames immediately spread to the edge of the area, and a moment later, with a low roar, the area was completely shattered.

The overwhelming flames fell downwards and were completely extinguished before they reached mid-air.

Next, the anti-aircraft guns completely suppressed the dragons. Although they could not cause fatal damage to them, the armor-piercing shells could always find the gaps between their scales and penetrate into their flesh.

The unbearable pain forced them to flap their scarred wings and retreat. Without the protection of the dragons, the heroic spirits' defenses also collapsed. The armored clusters charged forward, and the rain curtain in the sky dissipated along with it, and a chaotic sky light gradually appeared above the clouds.

Just when the commander thought the outcome was decided, an accident happened.

A clear and crisp sound echoed in this world, as if something was tearing it apart from outside.

Everyone looked around in horror.

Then strong electromagnetic waves gathered above the battlefield, and a huge electromagnetic storm rushed towards this side of the elevated road from the depths of the tide of heroes. The commander saw with his own eyes the tiny sparks sensed by the tank antenna.

The electronic control system of the entire armored cluster failed, and something released an effect similar to an electromagnetic pulse.

Just when he was still in doubt, the sound of majestic horse hooves echoed between heaven and earth.

It was getting closer and closer, faster and faster, like a giant beast galloping towards them.

Then the crisis broke out in the middle of the Panzer Group.

A huge cluster of lightning bolts fell from the dark clouds that had not yet completely dispersed, landing on a tank, and then spread to the surroundings, instantly destroying nearly ten Type 99As nearby.

A brilliant light was reflected in the commander's pupils, and in the light stood a huge human figure, sitting astride an eight-legged horse.

Without giving any orders, all weapons that were still operational fired at the dangerous figure.

But he just raised the spear in his hand, and the barrage of bullets that almost drowned him from all directions stopped in the air.

The terrifying kinetic energy disappeared in an instant.

Then the figure in the fierce light raised his head slightly, and the iron rain stagnant in the air flew up into the sky with its tip pointing upwards. A moment later, a terrifying explosion was heard in the air.

"Fuck it!" The commander cursed. His heart trembled as he realized that in the face of such an opponent, they could no longer use artillery or tank ammunition to suppress them, because all the shells would become weapons in the hands of the opponent.

That was just a warning.

"The front team becomes the rear team. The people at the back, hold on. Keep firing at the viaduct with the tank turrets. Don't let any monsters get out!"

The old man, who could barely straighten his back, suddenly took out a black bayonet from his calf. He put on special glasses to block out the light from Odin that ordinary people could not look directly at, and jumped off the jeep.

The only good news is that this ghost thing is not interested in the life or death of the monsters in front. The tank can still suppress the heroes with fire, but it can no longer use the electronic control system to communicate and move.

The bottom door of each tank was opened, and the tank drivers jumped out. Behind them, soldiers with rifles trotted on the asphalt road with their military boots to the area cleared by Odin.

The artillery fire continued, but there was silence here.

"Comrades! The time has come for the Party and the people to test us!" The old man tried his best to look directly at the majestic figure in the bright light. He gritted his teeth until they almost bled.
"Everyone! Bayonets!"

It's just that we can't use bullets and shells. It doesn't matter, we still have bayonets in our hands. (End of this chapter)