Chapter 365 The Iron Battalion attacks (first update)
On Xinfan Avenue, an army is marching.
Tanks and armored vehicles rolled over the broken roads, with large numbers of soldiers walking on both sides, and behind them followed many heavy trucks carrying logistics supplies.
Xinfan Avenue is just a simple paved dirt road. After being crushed by these steel giants and the constant heavy rain, the road has become more and more dilapidated.
Even though most of their armor is based on caterpillar tracks, it is very difficult to pass on mud roads, the failure rate is extremely high, and there are many people lying down.
This force is a mixed team of the Zen Kingdom and the Sakura Kingdom. The entire force has more than 15,000 people and is divided into an armored regiment, a mechanized brigade, an artillery regiment, and two infantry regiments.
They are the troops closest to Ji Bang among the hundreds of thousands of troops marching in the Arakan Mountains.
At this time, there are only 80 kilometers away from Jibang.
In a command vehicle, Yusuke Isaka is sitting here with a map in front of him.
The map shows the route of travel through the Kitang and Arakan Mountains, as well as the terrain along the way.
"Let the team speed up and try to get out of the Arakan Mountains and arrive in Jibang tomorrow afternoon."
Yusuke Isaka looked at the heavy rain outside the window. The news from the rear command center that the collapse of Scorpion Cloud Mountain caused traffic to be cut off made him feel uneasy.
Modern warfare consumes too much ammunition. Not to mention other things, the steel behemoths in his team consume astronomical amounts of fuel every day, which requires comprehensive logistics to keep up.
Pushing open the door of the command vehicle, Yusuke Isaka got out of the command vehicle.
Seeing another tank sinking into the mud ahead, the logistics and engineers were working hard, constantly adding gravel and wood underneath so that the tracks could use as much strength as possible in the slippery mud.
Two hundred meters away, a heavy truck overturned and fell to the ground, with the food cans loaded on it scattered on the ground.
Further ahead, engineers were reinforcing and repairing a bridge. Due to continuous heavy rains, the water level of the river had swollen and the current was turbulent. Without reinforcement, it would be impossible to cross.
Similar situations happen from time to time. Although the first half of the march went smoothly, the second half of the march was tortured by continuous heavy rain. Sometimes the armored troops could not walk as fast as the infantry every day.
The tropical rainforest on the Arakan Mountains side of the Zen Kingdom, coupled with heavy rains and basically zero infrastructure, is a nightmare for any armored force.
A distance of just tens of kilometers can be passed by normal armored troops in three or two hours.
But in the Arakan Mountains, this is a double test of the physical strength and mental will of the soldiers, and it takes a day to pass.
Coupled with the humid and hot air in the forest after the heavy rain, even the local Zen soldiers were exhausted from the torture, let alone the Sakura soldiers who had experienced this kind of battle for the first time. The team had no energy at this time. God.
"The meteorological department said that there will be thunderstorms in the next week."
The staff officer held an umbrella for Isaka Yusuke and said.
"With this damn weather, luckily we only have the last 80 kilometers left, and we will be able to escape from this quagmire hell immediately, but it will be a pain for the brothers behind us."
Isaka Yusuke shook his head. When a war breaks out, there is no way to choose the weather.
You can't just stop fighting if the weather is bad. The rear headquarters didn't let them stop and rest where they were.
"Let the brothers work harder. Once we pass through the Arakan Mountains, it will be really easy for us."
"Hi!"
Just as this mixed army of Sakura and Zen was marching hard on Xinfan Avenue.
They didn't know that a terrifying opponent was already targeting them.
In the leafy primitive jungle on both sides of Xinfan Avenue, the genetic warriors of the Iron Battalion, wearing biological reproduction suits, were scattered and ambushing here.
The rain pattered on the biological reproductive equipment, but it could not extinguish their hot and warlike hearts, and their desire to fight was rising.
Miao Lun picked up the walkie-talkie and said coldly: "Artillery Department, reconfirm the enemy's position and decide the timing of firing."
"Zi Ying Chang, I have no problem."
"Batalion Commander, the enemy has entered our ambush position and can open fire at any time."
After a few seconds, some noisy and distorted sounds came from the intercom.
Dense vegetation in the jungle greatly reduces the range of sensors and traffic equipment.
Coupled with the heavy rain, the thick and wet vegetation seriously attenuated the radio signal.
In some places in the rain forest, the artillery units mentioned by Mullen are not artillery in the traditional sense.
They are all Steel Battalion soldiers. In addition to conventional weapons, each of them carries a special 120 mm caliber heavy mortar on his back.
Generally speaking, this kind of heavy mortar weighs two hundred kilograms and requires several strong soldiers to carry it separately. It usually requires four or five people to operate it.
When moving over long distances, wheels will be installed underneath, and the maneuvering method is generally towed by wheeled jeeps and armored personnel carriers.
But the mortars of these genetic warriors are different. They are completely buckled on the warrior's back, as if they are integrated with the biological reproductive equipment.
Wu Wo is the commander of this artillery unit and manages more than twenty artillery units.
There are more than 120 people in the entire steel battalion.
Usually three people form a combat team, three teams plus a platoon leader form a combat platoon, and three platoons form a combat company. The entire steel battalion has a total of four companies.
Genetic warriors perform differently in using weapons based on the fusion of different insect genes.
For example, the artillery unit commanded by Wu Wo is the best at artillery in the Iron Battalion.
It's not that other genetic warriors can't fight, it's mainly because they can't fight as accurately.
In addition to cannon shooting, they can also use various weapons to fight at medium and close ranges. Almost every genetic warrior is an all-rounder.
At this time, more than twenty artillerymen have all released their Euglena. With a radius of three kilometers and a height of one thousand meters, the Euglena can observe targets within fifteen kilometers.
Euglena fly into the sky one by one. The palm-sized Euglena are inconspicuous. The field of view data they observe is completely shared with the genetic warrior's mind. All distances, heights, and numbers will be calculated by the Euglena.
Just like a personal information terminal, there is absolutely no information loss or deviation caused by the transmission process.
"One and a half minutes to cover the shot."
Wu Wo saw that the time had come and all the enemies had entered the ambush circle, so he decisively issued the order.
The artillerymen of the Steel Battalion were scattered scatteredly. They received the firing information from the walkie-talkie and crouched down.
Click! Wu Wo himself was squatting on the ground, his head slightly lowered, the muzzle of the 120mm mortar protruding from his neck, and ammunition boxes stacked in front of him.
Generally speaking, traditional heavy mortars need to build a firing position, complete the mortar erection and manual aiming, and the preparation takes about half an hour.
But Wu Wo completely omitted these steps. He was the gun mount and gun mount himself.
He grabbed a mortar with one hand and stuffed it directly into the barrel behind him.
The 18-kilogram shell fell freely from the bottom of the barrel due to gravity, collided with the firing pin, and triggered the primer.
The air from the muzzle raised a shock wave, and the recoil force was transmitted to the body. Wu Wo's body was shaken. Ordinary people would have been shattered if they did this. But with the protection of the biological reproductive suit and his modified physique, he could withstand the shock. kind of shock and vibration.
Within milliseconds, artillery shells with a maximum range of eight kilometers quickly emerged from the muzzle and fell in a curve towards the enemy on Xinfan Avenue.
boom!
The shell exploded on the side of the road. The terrifying shock wave and shrapnel shattered the human body more than ten meters away. The remaining limbs and arms flew everywhere, leaving a huge mud pit in place.
A large number of the surrounding Sakura and Zen soldiers fell instantly. Many soldiers further away were pierced by shrapnel, covering their wounds and wailing in pain.
Even if you are lucky enough not to be injured, you will be shocked by the huge explosion, and your energy and blood will surge, and your internal organs will be extremely uncomfortable.
This 120mm heavy mortar is extremely powerful. When used against soft targets such as infantry, it is almost certain to die within a radius of 25 meters, and will be injured within a radius of 50 meters. Even if you stand more than 100 meters away, you are not guaranteed to be absolutely safe.
"Where is the sex going?"
Yusuke Isaka was suddenly startled when he heard the explosion, but his mind was not confused and he issued combat orders through the command vehicle.
"If there is an enemy ambush, the infantry will immediately hide and look for bunkers. Anti-artillery radar will capture the enemy's movements, fly reconnaissance drones, contact the Army Aviation and Air Force, and report to the headquarters."
But Yusuke Isaka underestimated the intensity of the attack. Just as his order was conveyed, a violent storm of artillery shells continued to rain down, causing the advancing team to turn upside down.
"It's so cool! I'm going to blow up these idiots."
Wu Wo's face was full of excitement, and his left and right hands alternated back and forth.
He grabbed a mortar shell with his left hand and just stuffed it into the barrel and fired it. Before the smoke from the muzzle dissipated, the mortar shell held in his right hand had already fallen into the barrel without any unnecessary or empty movements.
I saw that Wu Wo's hands were so fast that he could see the afterimage, and he fired the 120mm mortar at an astonishing rate of fire.
In just one minute, at least thirty rounds of artillery shells flew out, so that the sound of shelling from the muzzle continued without any pause.
You know, the 120mm vehicle-mounted mortar has an advanced fire control system and automatic ammunition loading system, and its rate of fire is only about ten rounds per minute.
As for traditional heavy mortars that rely on human control, the sustained firing rate is even slower, generally only six or seven rounds per minute.
Because people will be tired, their physical strength is limited, and their movements are not as fast, precise and stable as machines.
But in front of these genetic warriors of the Steel Battalion, they fired at a terrifying rate of fire that far exceeded that of vehicle-mounted heavy mortars.
Thirty rounds per minute, this is the rate of fire of a 60mm light mortar, but it is reflected in the 120mm heavy mortar. The mortar was played out by the genetic warriors.
With super strength, speed and reaction, Wu Wo's movements are not only fast but also stable.
Two deep depressions had been created under his feet due to the recoil, and his body was shaken every time a cannonball impacted.
But he was able to adapt completely. After each shelling, he would actually adjust his body slightly to ensure the stability of the mortar's aim.
The results of the bombardment were also constantly observed through eyeworms in the sky.
When the enemy is escaping and looking for cover, he will directly use the ups and downs and turns of his body to re-aim the muzzle in less than a second.
Switching to other traditional mortars requires soldiers to calculate the shooting parameters themselves, use a triangular gun mount turntable, and adjust the height of the gun barrel with a height machine. The process is cumbersome and can easily delay the fighter plane, but Wu Wo can easily do it with just a physical change. arrive.
Like Wu Wo, each of the more than 20 genetic warriors working part-time as artillery has an average rate of fire of more than 30 rounds per minute.
There were more than twenty people, the barrels roared like angry beasts, and the shells were like locusts. They fired six to seven hundred shells towards Xinfan Avenue in one minute.
Such a terrifying amount of artillery shells are still powerful 120 mm caliber artillery shells, and the damage caused is extremely terrifying.
Under the bombardment, Xinfan Avenue was filled with wailing sounds.
boom!
A shell landed in a dense crowd, directly blasting a two-meter-deep crater. More than a dozen soldiers' body parts flew everywhere on the spot. There was not a single living person left on the spot. Various stumps and internal organs were mixed with the flying scorched earth to cover the ground. Together, the earth is glowing dark red.
An incoming armored vehicle was hit by a mortar. The mortar's muzzle speed was not high, the shell speed was below the speed of sound, and its armor-breaking ability was poor. But this was a direct hit, and it was a 120 mm caliber heavy artillery.
The artillery shell hit directly from the top, destroying the armored vehicle on the spot. All the crew members inside were not spared, and all died on the spot.
A tank was also hit by the initiation. Although the shell did not penetrate the armor, the external equipment of the tank was destroyed, the on-board equipment failed, and all the crew inside were stunned.
Several mortars fell one after another, knocking off the tank's tracks. One of them luckily hit the engine compartment behind the turret, causing the engine to catch fire.
The stunned crew members inside were unable to save themselves and died in the burning tank.
Boom!
An ammunition transport truck got stuck in a mud pit and became an artillery target. When the mortar shell hit, a huge fireball flew into the sky. All the surrounding soldiers were hit by the fish pond and died in the explosion of a large amount of ammunition.
In just one and a half minutes of covering artillery fire, thousands of shells fell, and Xinfan Avenue turned into a meat grinder.
Countless soldiers were shaken by the roar of the explosion, their bodies were torn apart, and the ground was stained red with blood and internal organs fragments.
Because the shelling gave priority to the dense infantry, the soft infantry was extremely seriously injured, and at least thousands of them fell in a pool of blood.
Although a lot of the mortar shells brought have been consumed, the results are undoubtedly very gratifying.
After a minute and a half of rapid coverage and shooting, Wu Wo immediately ordered: "Everyone conduct mobile artillery fire, don't get bombed."
After saying that, Wu Wo picked up the ammunition box at his feet and quickly moved his position.
Because the enemy's counterattack, through the reconnaissance of Euglena, is coming soon.
Almost ten seconds before Wu Wo walked, a self-propelled howitzer counterattacked.
The fifty-kilogram shell landed near where he was just now. If he was still there, he would have been blown away along with his biological equipment.
Wu Wo ran hundreds of meters away, so the shells naturally did not threaten him.
If replaced by an ordinary mortar, it would be impossible to move the position at all, not even a vehicle-mounted one.
In a forest environment, it is impossible to run fast. Only genetic warriors can walk quickly in this environment, carrying hundreds of kilograms of mortars and ammunition.
(End of chapter)