Rise of the Wasteland

Kotasar, a small town on the left side of the Queretaro defense line, is less than ten kilometers from the main battlefield of Celaya, which is currently being ravaged by artillery and tanks. More than 5,000 officers and men of the 2nd Guards Brigade of the Aurora Army's Second Brigade gathered here in camouflage nets.

The Second Guards Brigade is a fully mechanized unit formed by Zhou Qingfeng, and the brigade leader Rom is his old subordinate. The backbone of the brigade were the whites rescued from Baltimore at the beginning, and later added a large number of selected Cuban elites, which were the main force of the Legion.

Zhou Qingfeng's "hero" attribute guarantees the loyalty of the brigade. The first brigade, the second brigade, and the third brigade under construction are his strongest guarantees of rampant wasteland.

As a legend in the Legion's armored forces, Father Julio took his tank company to a collective maneuver. The radio stayed quiet, the engines didn't shut down, and the brigade was ready to fight.

However, after the Second Guards Brigade was in place, they had not received an order to attack. They were allowed to kill and kill the frontline, and the situation was chaotic. They just did not move. Father Julio stood on the turret of his '59' tank and looked at it. Celaya in the distance was bombed by artillery fire like a **** city.

The fierce battle has exceeded many people's imagination.

"Daddy, look." The gunner in the car group shouted.

A convoy is moving at high speed on the road from Kotasar to Celaya. Three or four hundred old-fashioned Dongfeng trucks passed in front of the Second Guard Brigade. Traffic controllers on the road were responsible for directing the convoy to the scorching fire of Celaya.

As the long-range artillery of the 'Muniti Formation' blocked the external roads of Celaya, the convoy could only drive through the wild. An artillery truck got stuck in the cornfield, and the artillery on the cart quickly hurried down.

"Go help." Father Julio ordered. He grabbed a tank and drove out. A bolt of steel cable pulled the towed truck out of the pit. []

Waiting for the convoy to continue to run towards the battlefield, the returning tankers reported to Dad: "They said that they were a third regiment of the Mexican government army and were ordered to join the Second Infantry Division on the front of Celaya. "

"It's another regiment," Dad Julio sighed, looking at the forward-looking convoy. Just one hour after he arrived at the staging ground, two supplementary regiments had filled Zelaya's battlefield meat grinder.

Judging from the current shelling situation, Zelaya's external defense lines have all lost ground. The enemy's armored forces made multiple breakthroughs. With the assistance of engineering vehicles, they successively broke through several anti-tank puppets and entered the city's core fortress area.

The situation in the core fortress area is also not good. The laser-guided bombs thrown by the enemy air force destroyed several important fire support points and interfered with the defensive command and communication system. The garrison can now only fight on their own, playing very hard.

The fierce battle has surpassed all the past experiences of Father Julio. The 10,000 people in the city's second infantry division were almost over. Now, two supplementary regiments are filled in. The supplementary group is a large establishment of 3,000 people, which adds up to another 6,000 people.

And it seems that two supplementary missions are not enough.

The long-range artillery of the 'Municipal Front' has begun firing, preventing the Legion from continuing to send reinforcements to the Zelaya front. It would be difficult for the supplementary regiment to cross the line of fire and enter the city to fight street fights. Many companies would have to die half without waiting for the battle.

Seeing such heavy casualties on the front lines, the tankers, including Julio's father, were scared enough. They understood that they did not immediately enter the battlefield just to wait for the enemy to show their fatigue before proceeding. Otherwise, their entire brigade will be more powerful, and they can equip behind the enemy one or two generations, and going out is the abused person.

However, watching one after another on the front line is consumed as a general figure, anyone must be half-hearted.

"Dad, look." Another tank pointed at the back of Zelaya, and shouted a sudden flame more than ten kilometers away.

Father Julio raised his binoculars for a few seconds and sighed: "It is the artillery regiment supporting the rear. They should be intercepting the enemy's followers into the front. But they opened fire ..."

The second infantry division of the city defense was equipped with a large-caliber howitzer battalion, but this battalion was determined by the enemy's long-range artillery group shortly after the start of the battle, and it was completely destroyed by a fire cover. And now the government artillery independent artillery regiment that was just firing should be firing.

Under the guidance of the artillery observation post in front, the fire of the thunder shook the night sky, and the rumbling artillery was preventing the enemy's sharp and defensive armored offensive. However, the range of the old howitzer was not enough, which caused the entire independent artillery regiment to shoot close to the front.

"Escape after a few shots, don't stay where you are."

"The enemy ’s digital artillery ’s response is calculated in seconds. Are these idiots running fast?"

"Perhaps they were outside the fire of the enemy howitzer group."

"The enemy still has a long-range rocket launcher. As soon as a second round of bullets comes over, half of the artillery regiment is over."

Listening to the arguments of the tankers, Father Julio was nervous. He has seen too many scenes where the fire was destroyed, and he really hopes that everyone will become smarter and be more neat. Otherwise, it would be too miserable to consume one gun group in vain.

"Look, another artillery group and another artillery regiment arrive at the battlefield and fire."

"They are firing alternately, one after each run, and another one."

"The third group of guns has appeared. Oh my god, this momentum is really amazing. Wow ... I don't think I will forget today in my life."

"The enemy's rockets came. This reaction was too fast. The enemy's artillery covered the position of the first group of guns, and it was not known whether they had escaped."

"The gap between our artillery is too big." Mexico Front "has the support of Incre. Their artillery is much better than ours."

Seeing the rockets falling in the sky, the excitement of many tankers immediately turned into anxiety. In this battle today, the enemy's long-range artillery is extremely powerful, and almost all the firepower points were knocked out under their precise blows.

Accurately, farther, and the response was particularly fast. If it was not for the excellent performance of the enemy artillery, it would not be possible to break through the Celaya defense line with more than 100 tanks and 300 armored vehicles.

Watching the enemy's rockets cover the position of the first artillery group, all the tankers below Father Julio fell into deep silence. Everyone was staring in the direction of the gun group, hoping to see the muzzle flames of its firing again.

After waiting for a long time, the tankers did not wait for the first artillery group to fire again. Instead, the enemy rocket launchers began to bombard the second and third self-owned artillery groups that appeared. All of a sudden, their own artillery fire was dumb.

Through the dark night, nothing sounded. Many tankers were sobbing in tears. This constant loss made people feel like they were pressing a mountain, and they were out of breath. Does it make sense to fight like this?

At this time, there was a superior command from the radio station—departure, target Celaya, and hunt down the enemy armored forces in the city.

Hearing this command, even the father of the battlefield veteran Julio is one of them ~ www.readwn.com ~ The enemy is the most arrogant and powerful moment, but the superior gave an attack order-this is the front line reality Can't stand it, do you need the main blood to fill it?

Military orders must be implemented regardless of whether they understand or not.

"Guys, follow me. Let me see how dad and me are great." The order was given, and as a pioneer of the whole journey, dad Hulio had to rush forward. After saying this, Dad whispered to the **** named "Zelaya": "It seems I'm going to be buried here."

But Dad didn't say a word, and there was a sudden buzzing sound of propeller vibration in the sky. The officers and men of the entire armored brigade looked up, and some people speculated, "The cowards of the Air Force have been hiding for a whole day and finally came out to support us?"

The buzz in the sky sounded like hundreds of planes, but instead of staying in Celaya, they continued to move forward, forward, forward.

"It's the Air Force's five modified attack aircraft. Their low-altitude performance is good. The goal is ..., the long-range artillery behind the enemy." Father Julio suddenly shouted in excitement: "The air force is desperate, we will also go up Well, you can't let those bird people sacrifice for nothing. "

With the support of the Air Force, the morale of the brigade was greatly improved. One after another the tanks closed their turret's hatches, and the engines rumbled dozens of tons of chariots towards the battlefield.

After the fearless attack by the Second Guard Brigade, the three artillery groups that had just been covered by enemy rockets fired again. The sound of their once-quiet artillery was sparse, and the position of their shells changed, but the decisiveness of artillery was as firm and courageous as the fired shell.

At the same time, dozens of dazzling fireworks appeared above the sky. They dived down at a high speed of several Mach, and the most violent 'Meteor' struck. .

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