This Game Is Too Realistic

Chapter 468 The bloody battle on Highland 330! (1/2)

On Highland 330, dusk has just fallen.

Sitting on the bench in the observation post, Centurion Yot of the 11th Support Squadron was looking out the observation window at the Gobi Desert that was gradually shrouded in darkness, his eyes in trance.

A few hours ago, he received news from the frontline command post that all forces in the brutal alliance had launched a sudden attack on the legion's defense line, and position G40-1 had fallen.

Within 48 hours at the latest, Alliance tanks will arrive at the foot of Hill 330.

The four thousand-man troops on the front line were withdrawing to defend, and Soft gave him only one task - to cooperate with the returning troops and block the alliance's armored troops from penetrating deep into their own side.

Yote couldn't help but be a little confused.

The day before yesterday, their friendly forces also punched the alliance on the radio, beating the latter until the nose was bruised and the face was swollen. How come they were punched through suddenly?

In any case, the headquarters would not be joking with him.

Yote didn't want to take his own life as a joke, so he immediately sent out a reconnaissance team and a soldier team, and explosives were buried at the foot of the mountain.

Except for the team operating the radar and anti-aircraft guns, he also sent others to dig holes on the half slope of the high ground and set up defenses.

At this time, a sentry ran in, stood at attention and gave a military salute.

"Report! There are troops approaching from the rear!"

Rear?

Yote's heart moved slightly, and he immediately stood up from the bench, quickly walked out of the observation post, and walked all the way to the road on the north side of Highland No. 330.

Dust was billowing in the night. Dozens of trucks were filled with heavily armed soldiers, marching toward this direction from the command post.

"What's going on over there?" Yot's adjutant was also standing next to the highway.

He obviously noticed the movement in the north and came here specially to take a look.

Yote did not answer immediately. He raised the telescope hanging around his neck and took a look. He saw a total of thirty light trucks.

After staring at the motorcade for a while, he blurted out.

"It's the Thousand-Man Team."

"Gentlemen?!" The adjutant standing aside looked at him in surprise, "What are they doing here?"

Aren't the Thousand-man Corps responsible for command post defense and support?

Is it possible that Soft plans to move the command post to Heights 330? !

"I don't know," Yot threw the telescope in his hand to him and made a release gesture towards the sentry tower in the distance, "Let them in!"

The checkpoint opens.

The convoy quickly arrived at the position.

On both sides of the road at the artillery station of the 11th Centurion, people looked at the trucks driving up to the position and the well-equipped comrades on the trucks, all with expressions of envy on their faces.

"Good guy, everyone has an automatic rifle."

"I heard that the base ammunition of those guys from the Sangu clan is three times that of ordinary frontline troops!"

"Three times? Are you kidding? It's more than three times! They are the only ones in the entire team of ten thousand people who have no shortage of ammunition."

Unlike those clone soldiers who make up the numbers, these soldiers in the truck are all pure-blooded Wilrantians.

Not only is each person armed with an assault rifle, but each person is also equipped with a set of light or heavy bulletproof armor.

The shiny jet black shell exuded a cold light under the moonlight, and no single shot could penetrate their armor!

Not only are they well-equipped, but the military quality of these soldiers is far beyond that of ordinary line-filling troops. They can be called the trump card of the entire 40,000-person team!

The convoy stopped.

A man nearly two meters tall jumped out of the passenger seat of the leading truck.

He wore a steel helmet on his head, his features were sharp and angular, and he was tall and burly. There was no obvious identification mark on his combat uniform, but Yote recognized the man in front of him.

The person who came was none other than Commander Simond, who belonged to the Thousand-Man Corps.

When he first entered the 40,000th Army, one of his subordinates served as the tenth captain.

After the customary military salute, Yot stepped forward, looked at Simond with a smile and said.

"Sir Simond, what brought you here?"

Without wasting time on exchanging pleasantries, Simonde spoke concisely and to the point.

"The general headquarters ordered me to go to Heights 330 and take over the defense here."

Hearing this, Yot cast a surprised look at Simond.

Is the general headquarters going to mobilize frontline troops?

Is this an over-level command?

Moreover, the ones being mobilized are still members of the Thousand-Man Team...

He could even imagine General Soft's furious expression.

Noticing the surprised expression on Yot's face, Simond added with an expressionless expression.

"Don't worry, you continue to do what you are doing, and leave your defense to us."

Yote immediately stood up and performed a military salute.

"yes!"

Simond nodded and waved to his adjutant, who immediately understood and trotted to the side of the truck.

Thousands of soldiers quickly got out of the car dragging wooden boxes and rushed to the front line of the highlands. Teams of ten spread out, some were responsible for digging, some were carrying earth, and they cooperated with each other to expand the defense outwards.

Simond was not idle here either. He obtained a more detailed regional map from Yot, which contained the latest markings drawn by the scouts, including shortcuts from the foot of the mountain to the highlands, as well as areas that needed to be focused on defense, etc.

After staring at the map for a long time, Simond suddenly frowned and looked at Yot who was aside.

"Take me to the place with the best view."

"Yes! Please come with me!"

Yot immediately went to the front and led Simonde to the frontline observation post.

From this observation post, you can have a panoramic view of the entire highland on its southeast, southeast and west sides.

"Why is there no firepower point on the southwest side of the highland?"

Yot was stunned for a moment and quickly explained.

"Yes, but no machine guns are deployed... We are an air defense squadron, and the team only has two heavy machine guns in total. These two machine guns are deployed on the south and southeast sides, which are facing the highway-"

Simond interrupted him and continued to ask.

"How many anti-aircraft guns are there?"

"...four doors."

"Then take down a door and put it here."

Simond stretched out his index finger and tapped the protruding part of the contour line on the southwest side of the map. "There is a defense gap in the southwest position, and this gap must be filled."

Yot got closer to the map, looked at the location selected by Sir Simond, and then raised his head in confusion.

"Sir... there is no road to the southwest of us. There are mountains everywhere! No one will come from that direction!"

"Aside from the mountains and the vegetation, there is no more perfect location than there." Simond glanced out the window.

I saw clusters of fluffy sea buckthorn grass swaying on the hills shrouded in night in the distance.

Not only vegetation, but also rocks standing there.

There's even a bunker there.

"But they can't fly over." Yot couldn't help but remind him, "Even if the tracks of their tanks are made of titanium alloy, it's impossible to cross the country for 150 kilometers in a mountainous area with no roads. . Unless they plan to wait until next month.”

"It's really possible for them to fly over." Simond said lightly.

Yot was stunned for a moment.

"……What's the meaning."

Simond continued.

"The command post of the 40,000th Army is the target of the Alliance armored forces. They will probably be dealt with by the airborne troops on Highland 330."

Yote suddenly looked at the night sky outside the observation window, and saw that it was clear there, not even a dark cloud could be seen, and there was no shadow of the airborne troops anywhere.

But Simond's words made him cautious.

If the Alliance really plans to send infantry to infiltrate his position from the southwest...

Just relying on the anti-aircraft artillery units at his disposal, he may not be able to withstand it.

Looking at the moved Yot, Simond then spoke.

"If I were the commander of the alliance, I would throw the airborne troops behind the hills on the southwest side, and use the cover of night and vegetation to infiltrate Hill 330 on foot."

As he spoke, he patted the centurion on the shoulder.

"Highland 330 determines how far they can go, so your people should be mentally prepared. There will probably be a tough battle tonight."

Yoto swallowed hard and stood up.

"yes!"

Just when Simond was explaining the defense plan to Yot, the two of them didn't know that several sneaky figures were right under their noses.

The hill on the southwest side of Highland 330, behind the reverse slope of the slope.

Edge Paddling was leading several teammates to lie down behind the swaying sea buckthorn grass, quietly watching the position ahead.

The current time is eight o'clock in the evening.

It took them only eight hours to complete the 150-kilometer cross-country journey!

There are no modern transportation facilities, not even roads, and all along the way are deserts and sand dunes with no villages in front or back!

If this were put into reality, it would be enough to break the Guinness World Record, let alone be recorded in military history!

But there is no pride in edge paddling.

Reaching the fighting position is only the first step, and just getting there is nothing to brag about.

It won't be too late to show off on the forum once the position in front of you is taken down.

"Good guy, there are quite a few people on the hill opposite!"

Looking at the nearby mountain top, the debt-ridden man holding the telescope in his hand couldn't help but click his tongue.

Laplace's eyes, lying next to him, were also full of surprise.

"This is a hundred-man team?!"

"I see there are more than a hundred people on the southwest side alone!" Yang Youbao couldn't help but complain.

Liability looked at the silent edge with big eyes and asked in a lowered voice.

"It feels like there are quite a few of them... Should we go around a little further to the west? Go around to their north and dig their butts!"

Edge Paddling shook his head.

"If we go around any further, we'll go around to the defense area of ​​other troops. This is the most suitable location."

A dozen or twenty kilometers further to the west of Highland 330 is another anti-aircraft artillery position. Once discovered, what awaits them will be heavy firepower from the east and west sides at the same time.

Almost the entire mountainous area is under the control of the Corps, and the troops are scattered into various defense zones and hills, leaving the attackers with very few tactical options.

He can only choose the ones with the highest success rate from a limited number of options.

"There seems to be movement on the top of the mountain opposite." An agile player suddenly said, "Is that... a heavy machine gun?"

"It's anti-aircraft artillery!" Another agile player whispered, "They seem to be planning to move the anti-aircraft artillery to the southwest position!"

Hearing this sentence, the players lying on the anti-slope looked at each other.

"Did they find us?"

"They may not have discovered us, but they may have discovered a loophole in the defense line on the southwest side." Bian Huaishui frowned and stared at the soldiers who were busy deploying anti-aircraft guns. The soldiers are almost forming a company. What kind of centurion is this?"

"I think so too," Yang Matabao nodded seriously, "The soldier company must be equipped at the regiment level! There is at least a thousand-man team on that mountain!"

"Then what's going on now?" Looking at Brother Bian, who was carrying an umbrella at midnight, he whispered, "Why don't we wait for the guys to catch up before we fight."

They don't have an advantage in terms of numbers, and they are still fighting a tough battle, which is a bit reckless.

When the three-wheeled brothers at the back catch up, it will be much safer for 3,000 people to push up together.

"We can't wait any longer. They've even built a bunker!" He put down the telescope in his hand and looked at the big eyes lying on the side, "Where's your drone?"

Seeing that the fight was about to begin, Debt said excitedly.

"It's ready!"

"Very good," Bing Shui nodded and continued to order, "release all the drones. Remember to mark the target first and wait for my order before attacking! Try to knock out their firepower points at once and not give them any chance to breathe. !”

"okay!"

The big-eyed debtor nodded his head excitedly and slid down the hillside.

The edge of the water continued to look at Yangmata Bao who was lying on the side.

"You take five hundred infantrymen, quickly go around to the southeast of Hill 330, and launch a feint attack against the edge of the road towards the top of the mountain!"

"yes!"

Yang Youbao nodded quickly and followed the direction of the debtor's big eyes.

I retreated to the back of the reverse slope, and with the faint light, I glanced at the time on the VM screen.

It is alliance time [20:15].

Fifteen minutes.

Those "little guys" should get some rest.

He tapped the headset with his index finger, flicked the edge of the earphone to switch the communication system to the full frequency, and lowered his voice.

"Attention all teams, the operation will begin in ten minutes!"

Without the slightest bit of fear, he answered with eagerness to give it a try.

"receive!"

【20:22】

It was still quiet around Highland 330.

After taking a look at the soldiers who were on the mountainside and patrolling the battlefield, Yote breathed a sigh of relief and turned off the flashlight in his hand.

It's already this point, and there's still no movement at all.

It seems that the alliance is planning to move the action to the latter part of the night.

Thinking of this and relaxing his mood, Yote couldn't help but feel a little irritated. It seemed like he wouldn't have a good night's sleep tonight.

Following Yote, the adjutant was silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"I don't understand. Since General Griffin has concluded that the Alliance will definitely launch an attack tonight and send airborne troops... why don't we just send planes to intercept them?"

Yote said casually.

"Our aircraft are already on standby, but the Alliance aircraft are a bit weird, and it is difficult for general airborne radars to detect them."

This is what Chief Simond told him.

In fact, he could guess it even without saying it.

For the bombed anti-aircraft artillery positions in Zone 40, the radar did not detect the problem until the enemy aircraft had approached visual distance.

From this perspective, it is indeed possible for the alliance to use the cover of night to throw the airborne troops right under their noses.

No matter how fast the "Saber" fighter jet cruises, it is unlikely that the transport aircraft will be destroyed the moment they discover them before the airborne troops can parachute.

Looking at the worried adjutant, Yote patted him on the shoulder and comforted him.

"Don't worry, General Soft has already sent his thousand-man team here. Even if the alliance really throws the paratroopers in our face, we can kill them like a mosquito. On the mountainside—"

Before he finished speaking, the peaceful night was suddenly broken by the sound of a gunshot.

The light on the mountainside shook violently. A soldier who was digging a hole was shot and fell to the ground. The soldier next to him quickly extinguished the flashlight in his hand and fell down.

However, their movements were still half a beat too slow.

In less than half a second, intensive gunshots rang out like firecrackers on the southeast side of Highland 330. The squad of soldiers who were laying explosives were instantly killed and injured, leaving only feeble wails on the mountainside.

"Enemy attack!"

After coming to his senses, Yote roared and quickly rushed to the nearest bunker. Almost immediately, the piercing siren sounded throughout the entire No. 330 position.

"It turns out to be the southeast direction!"

Looking at the southeastern position through the small window of the observation post, Simond's expression moved slightly.

However, this does not mean that your judgment is wrong.

Even if they land behind the hills on the southwest side, those people can follow the reverse slope and go around to their southeast side before launching an attack.

Perhaps seeing the anti-aircraft gun made them change their attention...

Without any hesitation, Simond decisively picked up the walkie-talkie and gave the order.

"1st Support Squadron launches flares!"

As soon as the order was issued, the mortar soldiers directly under the Thousand-Man Team quickly rushed to the fighting position.

With a few loud bangs, dozens of flares rose into the sky, lighting up all the hills around Highland 330.

I saw a group of figures lying on the hill on the southeast side. They dug simple foxholes and were firing at Hill 330 with their light machine guns and rifles.

The distance between the two sides is less than 500 meters.

At the same time, two hundred-man teams took advantage of the cover of night to reach the foot of the mountain on the east and south sides of No. 330 highland, and fierce exchanges broke out with nearby sentries and several small teams of supporting soldiers beside the road. .

Looking at the hills not far away and the flickering firelight at the foot of the hills, Simond frowned.

Two groups of support, two groups of invasion, clear divisions, and tacit cooperation... indeed worthy of the name of elite. And with this density of firepower, there would be at least four centurions!

Maybe even five!

If he hadn't come here, Highland 330 might have fallen into the hands of the Alliance!

Simond's lips curled up into a sneer.

These barbarians probably would never have imagined that they were facing a support squadron of only a hundred people that they had not seen in the daytime, but the strongest trump card of the 40,000-man team - the directly subordinate thousand-man team!

Picking up the walkie-talkie, Simond's cold voice ordered.

"Attention, all units, the unit in front of us is the rumored ace of the Alliance - the Burning Corps."

"It was these cockroaches who severely humiliated our Air Force brothers and took away the Steel Heart."

"The weaklings of the Air Marine Corps gave them confidence, but this time they obviously picked the wrong opponent!"

"Hit me hard!"

"Tell them what a real ace is!"

The headquarters of the 40,000th Army.

After hearing the news that Position 330 was attacked, General Soft, who had been greeting Griffin's father a second ago, suddenly broke into a cold sweat on his back.

It’s only seventeen kilometers from Highland 330 to here!

After looking at the map for so long, he certainly wouldn't be unclear about what it would mean to him once he loses it.

Not only will the command post be exposed to the Alliance's firepower projection range, but the four thousand-man defense support teams will in turn face encirclement and suppression by Alliance armored forces and supporting artillery.

The 40,000th team may only have one number left in the end...

"These beasts... they have very deep intentions! Haha, eat shit!"

Taking out a handkerchief and wiping the sweat from his forehead, Soft stared at the strategic map on the table, feeling scared and excited at the same time.

Unexpectedly, the alliance actually dared to throw the airborne troops over without gaining air supremacy, and then threw out its trump card as soon as it took action. This was indeed beyond his expectation.

His previous judgment was too absolute, "absolutely impossible", so he had to add a qualification before it - "if the alliance commander is not a gambler".

Fortunately, I was a person who listened to the advice and carried out General Griffin's order, otherwise the ship would have capsized in the gutter.

Soft couldn't help but praise.

"General Griffin really knows what's going on!"

After secretly glancing at his immediate superior, the adjutant standing aside silently chose to shut up.

I don’t know who this guy is, but after hanging up the phone, he greeted General Griffin’s family personally...

Finally recovering from his racing heart, Soft looked at his adjutant and ordered in an excited voice.

"Electrify Simond! Tell him that air support is on the way, and ask him to annihilate all the alliance's elite at the foot of Highland 330 at any cost!"

"If we win this battle, victory will be in our hands!"

The adjutant immediately stood up straight and gave a military salute.

"yes!"

On the other side, the Legion is stationed at the No. 3 Oasis headquarters.

General Griffin, who was sitting in the command tent, was staring at the radio on the table attentively.

After the current busy tone, the pilot's voice came.

"...This is Sabre-1. No enemy aircraft has been found in the target airspace."

Hearing the unexpected reply, Griffin frowned slightly.

"Has it been evacuated?"

Standing aside, the staff officer was also deep in thought, and after a moment he spoke.

"This speed is too fast."

According to General Griffin's deployment, the Alliance's airborne troops, with one thousand personnel directly under the 40,000th Army, were responsible for interception, and the "Saber" fighter jets were responsible for destroying and covering the airborne troops and the Alliance Air Force.

However, unexpectedly, the alliance did not send aircraft to support the airborne troops attacking Highland 330. It seemed that they planned to completely hand over the entire highland to the infantry.

Not only that, they didn't even see the transport planes that delivered the infantry, and the ornithopter that previously attacked the air defense position in Zone 40 seemed to have disappeared.

"Could they have guessed it?" Griffin's heart moved slightly, and he quickly rejected this possibility.

If the alliance knew that they were ready to respond, they would not throw the airborne troops into position 330.

Difficult...

In fact, the alliance did not expect that the 40,000th Army would send additional manpower to Hill 330. It was betting that the Army did not expect that it would send airborne troops for a sneak attack, so it simply left Hill 330 to the infantry. .

A moment of confusion flashed across those intelligent pupils, and Griffin was stunned for a few seconds.

This possibility is not impossible.

Based on their previous performance...

It shouldn't be a sudden stupidity.

It is taboo to underestimate your opponent. Griffin frowned even more tightly, staring at the map, thinking about countless possibilities in his mind.

At this time, the staff officer standing aside reminded you.

"Further south is the radar search area of ​​the Steel Heart... Our aircraft cannot continue forward."

The Steel Heart's anti-aircraft guns have poor effectiveness against supersonic aircraft, and are basically difficult to hit above Mach 3.

But on the other hand, under the harassment of anti-aircraft artillery, their aircraft can't even think of doing anything special.

Griffin nodded and looked to the side of the communications soldier to give an order.

"Let the Sabers provide a round of fire support for the defenders of Highland 330, and then immediately return to the frontline airport to stand by."

"In addition, let the Falcon Kingdom's 1st Aviation Squadron take off and take over from the Sabres to provide close support for Highland 330!"

The communications soldier stood at attention and gave a military salute.

"yes!"

"Porphyrin-!"

The hills on the southeast side of Highland No. 330.

The roaring bullets hit the ground almost as fast as the roar of the machine guns, instantly throwing up pieces of boiling dust and broken limbs.

The sudden air strike silenced the Alliance's position for two seconds.

Although the gunshots continued to sound, he obviously lost his previous momentum and became much more cautious.

Obviously that wave of air strikes caused them a lot of casualties.

Without the fire cover from the rear, the two Centuries who were attacking immediately fell into a dangerous situation.

Simond, who was in command, did not miss this opportunity. He immediately removed a hundred-man team from other defense areas and moved it to the east intersection, intending to go down the mountain and outflank the alliance's invading troops, and pin the alliance to the mountainside. Two hundred-man teams The team was wiped out in one fell swoop!

Although he had the advantage at the moment, Simond knew clearly that his soldiers did not have much ammunition. If the battle could not be decided quickly in a short period of time, the two sides would soon fall into a stalemate.

"Haha! Nice job!" Yot excitedly waved his fist as he watched the fighter planes roaring overhead.

The adjutant standing next to him was also beaming with joy.

The alliance is probably stunned by now.

They would never have dreamed that there was only a hundred-man team on the mountain during the day, why there would suddenly be more than a thousand people.

With only five hundred people, they wanted to rush into their position.

What are you daydreaming about?

But at this moment, on the southwest hill, a dark shadow suddenly appeared from behind the swaying sea buckthorn grass, and rushed down the mountain at a very fast speed.

Squatting in the observation post to watch the battle, Yote vaguely saw something, but at first he didn't take it too seriously.

After all, the speed of that thing is so fast that it hardly looks like a human being.

It wasn't until the sentry standing guard on the southwest side noticed that something was wrong, that he immediately chased the shadow and directed the searchlight towards the foot of the southwest side of the highland...

Only human-like claws and a tail covered with scaly armor were visible, emitting a cold light under the spotlight.

When his eyes met those pairs of amber pupils, Yote's eyes suddenly lost focus, and his proud expression froze on his face.

The feeling of being watched by a predator made him feel stiff all over, as if his blood vessels were frozen and his feet were filled with lead.

Even a distance of several hundred meters and even a condescending position could not bring him the slightest sense of security.

"Death Claw..."

It turned out to be a death claw!

But this is Luoxia Province, how could there be such a thing? !

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