Border defense line, Shuiweizi Fortress Mountain.
The plains in the northeast have the same character as the Alliance people, harsh and cold.
In the telescope of Major Dmitry Nazarenko, the surface of the fortress mountain, which had been heavily bombarded by artillery fire for 18 hours, could not even be described as the surface of the moon. In 18 hours, this artificial hill with an altitude of only more than 160 meters was initially intensively bombarded by incendiary bombs and high-explosive bombs from a group of bombers. In two rounds of air strikes, all basic fortifications except the permanent bunkers were reduced to nothing. . This was followed by fixed-point strikes by self-propelled artillery at a distance of 20 kilometers, and sometimes longer-range extended-range rocket strikes. Even closer, there was rapid fire suppression by the "Cornflower" 100mm truck gun. A few hours ago, A truck gun fired into the fortress's heavy gun port caused a chain explosion, and the plume of smoke rising from the ground looked particularly thick even in the black smoke-filled sky. And the cement roof, which weighed several tons, flew directly over a thousand meters and flattened a T70 tank.
This is not the end of the bombardment. In order to counter the 283mm fortress artillery under the fortress hill, the subsequent divisional 155mm howitzers, tank guns fired directly at close range, the explosive packs of combat engineers, etc., all took turns to take action, but they were still within the scheduled time. Pry open the hard shell of the Alliance, and the flesh underneath is becoming more and more bitter as time goes by.
The manpower of this fortress hill was only five hundred men at most, the size of a battalion, but it successfully blocked the advance of two armored regiments. Although the 283mm fortress cannon that the Alliance people worked so hard to put in was a weapon from a long time ago, there is still no tank armor that can withstand this level of heavy artillery.
The armored regiment Nazarenko belongs to is a very standard imperial armored regiment, with about 110 T-series tanks. On the vast northeastern plains, it is one of the sources of power of the imperial steel torrent. The torrent hits the rocks. Even if the rocks are eventually crushed by the torrent, the torrent will be diverted accordingly.
"A bombing of this level by the Air Force is completely useless." Nazarenko smashed the commander's cover of the tank with his fist. He yelled at the signal soldier below, asking the latter to ask the regiment headquarters again when to leave this place. Dusty hills, or simply send his troops to run over them.
"The regiment headquarters called back and asked us to stay in place as a guard unit."
Nazarenko roared and hammered up the hatch cover, but the hard steel absorbed his anger. The major, who was eager to make achievements, could only watch the friendly troops happily rushing towards Qamdo, the heart of the alliance, while he Stay where you are because of the incompetence of the Air Force.
Nazarenko recalled the scene he saw in the armory of Kamanin Vistock, where a large number of heavy-duty ground-penetrating bombs were stored, waiting to be mounted in the bomb-carrying bay of the Tu-45 one day. These ground-penetrating bombs will immediately destroy the self-deceited permanent fortifications of the Alliance after the war restarts, and blow up the shielding layer of Qamdo and even Longshan, opening up the hinterland passage for the imperial tanks to drive.
It doesn't matter if there are no earth-penetrating bombs. As a member of the nobility of the Muravyov Principality, Major Nazarenko had the honor to visit the "Ivan the Terrible" class main battle mecha. The leading colonel proudly announced that there are still four such majestic mechas in the empire. They are all named after great monarchs in the history of the empire. "Ivan the Terrible" who conquered the Three Maritime Kingdoms, "Peter the Great" who seized northern hegemony, "Alexander I" who shocked the western capital, and "Vesario" who crossed the sea and forced the Confederates to their knees in the past two hundred years.
This is only part of the glory of the empire. Above the "Ivan the Terrible" class, there is also the "Leonid" that can defeat the Alliance's second-generation mecha head-on.
Before the unfinished business, every imperial mecha should appear on the front line. Whenever a Four Emperors-level mecha appears, just bending down and stomping can smash the fortress cannon that has been entangled for 18 hours!
Five against two, no, five against one, the empire's tsarist warriors don't need to be so cautious to the point of stupidity to deal with a "Minglight Armor"!
So, where are they?
The interior of Shuiweizi Fortress Mountain.
The continuous bombardment caused considerable damage to the interior of the fortress mountain. The four-meter-thick reinforced concrete pouring layer and the more than ten-meter-thick soil layer give the fortress mountain excellent defense. Commander Major Liu Junhe is not worried that the cannon will destroy the fortress. As for the surface fortifications, he
No one was sent to guard it from the beginning. It was just an auxiliary facility for daily garrison. As long as there were no NK ground-penetrating bomb strikes from the Imperials, Bastion Mountain could guarantee absolute safety for at least 72 hours.
He didn't know why the Empire's ground-penetrating bombs or main battle mechas didn't come. He didn't care about the reason, he just asked the troops to last three days.
In three days, with the gathering of counterattack forces and the deployment of mobile forces, everything will still be the same as it was 102 years ago, closing down the empire and beating dogs on the northeastern plains, watering our crops with their blood.
What really worried him was that the imperial combat engineer offensive was very coherent. In one day, the fortress repelled seven attacks, some traffic tunnels were cut off, and the backup power plant was blown up. This means that the fortress will not be able to sustain itself for much longer.
"The imperial guys are here again." The guard said, pointing at the monitor screen.
Through the deeply hidden pinhole camera, the Empire's heavily armed combat engineers were advancing with large explosion-proof shields, and a remote-controlled demolition vehicle was leading the way. Liu Junhe's pupils shrank. He knew very well that once the blasting vehicle hit the key tunnel, they would never be able to get out again.
It doesn't matter if you can't get out. When the shells explode, everyone doesn't expect to see the sunshine outside. But once you can't get out, it becomes a completely static defense force, and the role of the fortress cannon will be seriously reduced. . The surface positions must not be occupied all the time, and enemies who try to occupy the surface part of the mountain must be constantly and non-stop attacked.
His deputy had died in the previous battle, and now there was not much meaning in command. Liu Junhe originally wanted to ask others to write a farewell message, but after thinking about it, it seemed unnecessary. So he simply adjusted his uniform and pulled the rifle behind the gun belt.
Then, he disappeared into the smoke-filled alleyway with his guards.
at night.
There was a new flash of fire in Nazarenko's binoculars, signifying a night attack by the Alliance on their newly lost surface position. During the daytime battle, almost all combat engineers were buried in the alleyway, so much so that the Alliance's exoskeleton infantry once had to raid the temporary assembly point.
"Fuck it, I'll bring two tank platoons up to suppress it!" Nazarenko threw away the tank unit's order strictly prohibiting construction warfare and mobilized several small troops around him to move forward.
The bell rang, the driver released the clutch and put the gear into gear. The T70 roared out and rushed out, accompanied by more imperial tanks, all equipped with 125mm guns, as well as infantry of varying sizes. . Nazarenko looked ahead through the periscope. He knew that the Alliance people were waiting for us somewhere.
The tank began to climb the slope, and the rocks blown into pieces by the shells were rolled into the tracks. Sometimes there were even corpses that had not been recovered after the previous attack. In the dark night, the tanks passed by without feeling anything.
"Highlight the target! Kill explosive bombs with two rapid fire shots!" Nazarenko shouted loudly, and the gunner aimed at the machine gun nest hidden by the Alliance in a blind spot, but this blind spot was not aimed at him.
The breech of the gun moved, and in the roaring explosion, the three Union soldiers were blown into bloody pieces without even letting out a scream. The loader skillfully waited for the shell to retreat, and inserted a bullet with the words " It was Nazarenko who wrote the cannonball with the letters "Irritability".
Soon, the Alliance men, who had no strong support, were forced to go underground. The position was covered with dead bodies and there was no prisoner.
A hundred years of hatred, a hundred years of continuous hatred, the hatred that destroyed each other's world.
As an armored fist that counterattacks at night, the T70 must not stop. Once it stops, an exoskeleton infantry may jump out of a tunnel. It doesn't matter whether it is a light infantry or something, as long as it is an explosive. After the track is broken, the car will be trapped in The Jedi's tanks were in ruins.
The T70 successfully advanced to the top of the fortress gun, a monotonous and boring narrow area. However, this is a crucial place, crowded with many people fighting desperately. The artillery support from both sides did not dare to drop bombs, because they were too close, and God knows whether the bombs would hit the enemy or our troops.
Nazarenko didn't need to say anything. The gunner had already put an Alliance armored infantryman who was fighting with a manganese steel sword into the aiming ring. A steel needle armor-piercing bullet penetrated the opponent's armor. Immediately, the opponent's upper body was shattered into a mist of blood. , the lower body actually maintained the movement of the previous second. Climbing out next to him coughing
The Union men were brutally shot down by heading machine guns.
"Boom" there was a muffled sound from the front of the T70, and another ricochet or failed to penetrate. At least here, no one could penetrate the T70's armor. Facing the incessant heartbeat, the T70 fired armor-piercing bullets one after another until there was no target left in the field of vision. Looking around, there were only smoking wreckage and broken corpses.
The joy of victory overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and an ominous premonition came to Nazarenko's heart.
The unique sonorous sound of the running exoskeleton was getting closer and closer. Nazarenko saw the enemy holding anti-tank charges in the commander's mirror, and he yelled frantically to turn the turret! Turn! Turn!
The electric turret was turning desperately, but no matter how fast it was, an armored infantryman couldn't run as fast.
The tracks of the T70 pressed against the northeastern plains in November, splashing heavy snow dust and falling on the suddenly quiet battlefield.
Nazarenko shouted and opened the top cover, picked up his submachine gun and fired at the armored infantry. Sparks and blood sprayed out, but the activated anti-tank charge had penetrated deeply into the front armor. After Russia, The powerful high-energy jet penetrated and finally hit the bottom ammunition tray.
A mushroom cloud rose again on the fortress mountain. It had risen thousands of times before, and it would not be the last time.
