"Hello? Hello! What do you mean you can't contact me! Hello! Please speak more clearly to me!" The commander of Qin's 5th Armored Division was already furious as he grabbed the walkie-talkie in his hand.
He was shouting at the top of his lungs that day. As a result, hundreds of radios, hundreds of tanks, and communication equipment in the entire army suddenly broke down.
They had never encountered such a bizarre thing along the way. Even if they increased the frequency of the radio, only a few nearby troops could still receive intermittent signals.
For the rest of the troops, there was almost a hissing current interference sound in the earphones. The Qin army's command efficiency, which was as fast as arms and fingers when attacking the Dahua troops, actually paralyzed after approaching the border of the Tang Empire.
The strong uneasiness has made many grassroots Qin commanders stand on end. They don't believe that this is a problem caused by some bullshit metaphysics. They guess that it must be the Tang army's new weapons.
Then a more serious problem arose. I heard that the commander of the 3rd Armored Corps, General Zhang Cheng of Qin Guohu, was killed by an unknown artillery shell at the temporary headquarters more than 100 kilometers away from the front line.
Also dead were the chief of staff of the 3rd Armored Corps, 15 officers above the school level, 4 secretaries, and 22 communications equipment operators...
This is almost the entire command and leadership team of the 3rd Armored Division, plus the most important radio equipment system.
As a result, the brave and capable 3rd Armored Army of Qin suddenly became a headless fly. All the troops stood there for a day, only waiting for vague news to let them continue to wait where they were.
No one knew where that damn cannonball came from, and no one even saw whether it was a cannonball.
The witness only knew that the huge explosion directly blew away the camp with the most communication antennas. Several tents were blown away at once, and screams were heard all around. When he staggered over, he saw a crater and a ground of minced meat.
Carrying weapons and various materials on their backs, the infantry of the Qin Empire rushed all the way from Xiajuan City to the border. Under the late autumn sun, they marched step by step towards the forward base they left in the morning.
There must have been complaints along the way. They were ordered to retreat without even seeing clearly where their enemies were.
As they walked, they were stunned by the sight in front of them: when they went there, there were not so many scrapped and charred cars and tanks that were still smoking and burning...
A Qin armored force that seemed to be advancing seemed to have been attacked. Before they could disperse and hide, they were completely wiped out by the Tang Empire on the highway.
The tank's turret was twisted to one side. The Qin soldiers who were familiar with these vehicles knew that it was a Qin 4 tank that they trusted very much.
The young Qin soldiers carrying rifles and helmets walked around the destroyed Qin 4 tank and saw another burned black Qin 4 tank body.
No one knows where the turret flew to, because there were a third and fourth tank of the same model behind it, some of which were burned, and some of which seemed to be still intact.
The bodies of some tank members were hanging on the tanks, and several tank drivers with smoky faces were sitting in the shade of the roadside trees smoking. They looked numbly at the retreating infantry without saying a word.
The bodies of some tank members were hanging on the tanks, and several tank drivers with smoky faces were sitting in the shade of the roadside trees smoking. They looked numbly at the retreating infantry without saying a word.
Behind several tanks were Type 113 armored vehicles imported from the Tang Empire, and the armored vehicles were also next to each other. These scrapped vehicles seemed to have been transformed in a morning, and were neatly destroyed here.
"Where did the enemy come from? Are we surrounded?" The soldier carrying three machine gun ammunition belts took two steps quickly, caught up with his companion in front, and asked curiously.
"Aren't you always by my side? I had breakfast with you! I know as much as you do!" The young soldier looked at the corpses and the wreckage of the chariots along the way. He was already very nervous. He was shouted at by his companions. asked, and replied in an angry tone.
Who knows how this battle ended like this? Just now their company commander tried to use his radio to contact the battalion headquarters, and then found that the communication had been completely interrupted. The channel was full of electric sounds, and some of the frequency bands where the sound could be heard were all the damn surrender announcements read by the female announcer from the Tang Empire.
Since the signal corps asked them to retreat to Qili Village, they have been unable to contact their regiment headquarters, and the division headquarters does not know where they are.
What do you think a group of ignorant soldiers should do in this situation? They had no idea what they were supposed to do except carry out the last order.
But there were no follow-up orders at all. It seemed that they could only get the next step of instructions after arriving at Qili Village.
Along the way, they could occasionally hear the distant roar of jet fighter engines, but most of the time they couldn't see any planes flying in the sky.
The entire war seems to have nothing to do with them, they are just here for armed tourism. They were bored before, but after seeing the wreckage of the armored forces and the bodies hanging on the tanks, they knew... the war seemed to have begun in a form they didn't know...
"So many of your tanks were killed just like that? Can't you even turn a corner?" A passionate soldier shouted to the tank crews smoking in the shade.
The leader of the Qin Army tank commander took off the cigarette butt in his mouth with his hand, spit out a mouthful of white smoke and sneered back: "Don't worry! You are not far from death!"
After shouting, he looked down at his trembling fingers. Until now, he had not fully woken up from that nightmare.
Two gray-white, ugly-looking planes suddenly rushed down from high altitude. The terrifying cannons on the nose of the planes kept spitting out tongues of flames and crashed over the heads of the convoy.
As soon as the opponent passed by, the terrifying ammunition tore off the roofs of all armored vehicles. Some tanks exploded directly, and some burned... The straight lines drawn by the tracer bullets cut everything into pieces!
He had the best luck. He got out of the tank and ran to the roadside, only to burn one shoe. When he extinguished the flames on his feet and looked back at his tank, the entire convoy was almost like purgatory.
What kind of war is this? This is a massacre. The Tang Empire was not cowardly and degenerate at all, and did not dare to antagonize Qin! Instead, it evolved into a greedy and lazy demon, squatting in its lair, just waiting for the ignorant prey to come to its door and put it into its mouth before it is willing to chew it!
(End of chapter)
