Chapter 642 Human Weapons
“Report, report, why does this damn thing have no signal at all?”
Siberia in winter is the coldest hell, with endless ice and snow falling from the sky. The color of death is left on the pale earth, and on this eternal land, a huge war is breaking out.
Artillery pieces of various calibers were leveled. The muzzles of 155 and Tulip fired shells continuously. After these artillery pieces were leveled, their power was very terrifying. 155 and 240 mm calibers Cannonballs continue to detonate on the ground, and the lethality of human firearms is constantly demonstrated by them.
The smell of gunpowder permeated the battlefield, and the time travelers did not take much action anymore. They just squatted in the trenches dug by MDK3, constantly listening to the artillery fire on the ground. The shock of the explosion above.
The time waiting for the attack is painful. The travelers must endure the shock that can knock out all the contents of a person's stomach, as well as the freezing weather in Siberia. These are all tortures that make anyone feel extremely painful. I don't know why. It's not Tzeentch, it's the setting. They feel that the cold wind is getting colder now.
"Isn't it time to attack yet? If this continues, everyone will freeze to death again..."
In the command car, Wang Ming looked at the ice and snow outside the door, and kept thinking Received various intelligence from the front line. Due to the weather and inexplicable electromagnetic interference, a large amount of intelligence was transmitted manually. In order to transmit the intelligence quickly all the time, the door of the command vehicle was not closed at all. Han Han The wind poured in from the door to the inside of the command vehicle, and Wang Ming and the others could only continue to direct the battle in the cold wind.
"No, there are too many demons. The lethality of small-caliber weapons against these demons is still too low. We have obtained a large number of weapons and equipment from Maozi Kingdom and our family. Use fire coverage to clear a large number of them first. The devil is the right way."
Wang Ming looked at Hu Jin beside him. He said to Hu Jin, and then opened a map. It was a map of this area. It was drawn from a map along the way. Found in the destroyed city, this is the planning map of the city government for urban expansion in this region, but now it has been marked with various tactical terms, and the positions of trenches have been drawn on it. The position of each company is marked on it.
Looking at the positions of the trenches, Wang Ming put down his watch. He walked out of the command vehicle and looked at the flying snow in the sky. The white snow and ice fell from the sky. It was so beautiful, symbolizing silence and death. Humans are extremely shocked when faced with this extreme natural environment. The primitive memories carved into human genes make humans very frightened.
But the time travelers are not afraid of this scene. They have seen countless scenes that make humans go crazy instantly. These scenes no longer have any fear for them. They just want to conquer this place now. The eternal frozen soil breaks out of this illusion from here and goes to the palace of Tzeentch to crush Tzeentch and his demons to ashes.
"Okay, fire another base amount of ammunition, and you're almost ready to charge. Pay attention to letting the brothers charge along Xu Jin's barrage. Hu Jin, pay attention, don't let them hit too high. The first priority is to attack and open a gap."
Wang Ming pointed to the marked points on the map, took a breath of cold air, and then threw away the watch in his hand. , said directly to Hu Jin and Wang Xiaofa who had been following him.
After receiving this order, Wang Xiaofa and Hu Jin immediately nodded to Wang Ming and led the order soldiers directly to the front line. This order was quickly conveyed by the order soldiers. In each trench, all the travelers who heard this order began their preparations. They mounted bayonets on their rifles and took out all the melee weapons they carried.
The cold wind blew around them, and the extreme cold blew over their faces, but their firm eyes seemed to melt all the ice and snow, staring straight at the shelling in front of them. As long as the shelling stopped, they would blow Sound your own charge horn, and with that loud charge horn, a red flag will be raised, and that is the flag of the 21st Legion that the time travelers made themselves during these times.
When that military flag is raised, they will rush out of their trenches, charge with their own rifles and their own lives towards those terrible demons. Even though they are only mortals, their greed is The Chaos Evil God did not want to let go of their souls, and this also gave them the power to fight those demons.
The rockets passed overhead. They were Katyusha rocket launchers pulled out from the military warehouses in Siberia. I don’t know if these have been blocked in the war preparation warehouses of Mao Zedong. Weapons and equipment that have been around for many years are playing their role again in today's environment. After all, the fate of these weapons is not to be corroded by time in the warehouse, but to still play their role on the battlefield.
It’s just that those things are still just things built based on memory. Although there is a huge amount of data to support them, in reality, there is still a certain gap in the specific parameters of these things, but Its specific performance is still about the same. After all, the self-compensation system of this huge data system built on memory is still very abstract. This may also be a form of consciousness, just like the human brain can do it on its own. Just like deceiving yourself.
Having said that, it’s better to return to the topic. Katyusha’s pipe organ roared in the ice and snow, and he played a lament for death, but it was not what he had faced on the battlefield of World War II. Others are also played for the enemies of mankind, but they have played a true role as a human weapon.
A weapon is not necessarily a tool for killing people of the same kind. It can also be used as the only barrier against foreign enemies, with the sharp spear.
The organ is playing, the tulips and 155 are roaring, and the east wind will blow through the poplar trees, clearing away all the filth on the eternal frozen soil. Even the animation itself is part of the filth, but This has not changed the feelings of those who have traveled through time about the blue planet that now only exists in their memories.
As the artillery fire gradually stopped, the symphony-like fire coverage also stopped, and the loud charge trumpet sounded from the ice field, and a large number of traversers rushed out of the trenches, holding their arms high The rifles in hand have been sealed for who knows how many years. No matter whether these things can fire or not, the bayonets on them can still be used normally. They don't need to worry about whether those poorly maintained firearms will fire or not, or whether these old things that have been used for countless years will explode. They only need to look in the direction of their enemies and rush towards them. before them, and then disembowell them with the bayonets in their own hands, spreading their corpses in their path, and letting them leave this desecrated place.
And when they stepped across the lunar surface of ice covered in gunfire, their inhuman enemies had regrouped, laughing at the mortals. Weak, mocking their weapons for being so backward, but these things are not a big deal to the time travelers.
They feel that these weapons are not actually backward, and some traces of their excellent design can be found even on those automatic guns 40,000 years later, and the most important thing is that no matter how backward these firearms are, the ones on them The bayonet is definitely a symbol of death. Even if it is not as sharp as the single-molecule bayonet 40,000 years later, with the accumulation of countless human lives, its lethality is definitely no less than that of the Astra Militarum charge 40,000 years later.
And just as they continued to rush towards the non-human enemies, above the sky, the steel eagles that once soared in the sky of Ancient Terra were also above this cold ice sheet. Stretching out its wings, the loud noise made by the jet fighter was like a roar tearing the sky apart. The flanker flew through the sky, and the white swan also spread its wings in this extremely cold place.
All kinds of explosives were dropped by the rookie pilots who controlled these steel eagles. These pilots looked at the operation manual and drove these most uncontrollable steel behemoths on ancient Terra. Guys, these guys were just put on the shelves.
But after all, these guys have driven Thunderhawk gunships before, and they also have certain driving experience for these flying vehicles, although these driving experiences are not suitable for these fighter jets of this era. , just like a group of Soviet fighter pilots who are accustomed to direct driving operations and durable equipment suddenly learn to fly American fighter jets.
The awkwardness and unskilledness can be seen from the way they fly. Several Su 27s are now swinging in the sky. Their shaky appearance looks like they are drunk, but only The drivers among them realized that they were now in a panic and didn't know how to operate, and various systems were reporting errors.
Moreover, even those extremely good pilots would find it very difficult to carry out such extreme flight operations in such blizzard weather. How can they, who are not afraid of death, dare to fly these unknown things with a flight manual? A fighter jet that has not been maintained for a long time flies into the sky. If those stupid pilots see this, they will probably become brothers. The former dares to fly it with a flight manual, while the latter drinks two kilograms of vodka before flying. .
The left couplet is, holding the manual is life-threatening, the right couplet is, drinking two kilograms before going to heaven, horizontal criticism, it is all life-threatening.
It can be said that I sat in the cockpit, and my fate was at my discretion. It all relied on the experience accumulated by flying the Thunder Eagle, which has given the Astartes strong learning ability and terrifying reflexes, as well as I just pray that the avionics systems of these fighter jets, which have not been maintained for who knows how long, can last until they complete their flight missions.
"A round of strikes has been completed and we are preparing..., what the hell! Hell flying dragon! Why did the demon engine appear here!? Damn it!"
And just before those half-hungry ones After the pilot completed the hard-fought first round of strikes with his own fighter plane, he was about to go to the rear to sacrifice the lives of a large number of traversers. When he was replenishing ammunition at the airport built day and night, a group of huge The red figure suddenly appeared next to the fighter planes, and when the pilots finally saw what those things looked like, they immediately began to curse.
Because that thing is the terrifying demon engine, the Hell Flying Dragon. When this thing appears in the sky, it has almost sentenced all the travelers who are performing flight missions in the sky to death. The terrifying demon engine is not The technology of this era can be dealt with, and it can be destroyed by force, but among the aircraft of this era, how many can truly keep up with this flexible demon engine?
Now that we have said that, you should also know what will happen in the sky. It was a tragic massacre. All the missiles and all types of fighters were destroyed. Now only the aircraft cannons are left. With weak resistance, these fighter planes had no resistance at all when faced with the demon engines made with the highest technology. Countless fires and explosions of gunpowder smoke painted a picture of death in the sky. The picture scroll, the red explosion dyed the entire sky red like blood.
It is a strange scene, with some beauty and some despair. It is difficult to describe the feeling. It is like a broken art. Sometimes, a The destruction of something seems to reveal some kind of beauty on an artistic level, but in today's sky, it is created with the blood of those who sacrificed it.
If the collector Trazin was here at this time, he would definitely pay a high price to collect this desperate sky as one of his great collections, and his name, Now someone has thought about it. It is a desperate name and a tragic name.
“The blue sky painted with blood, no one thought that those things would actually appear here.”
Wang Ming looked at Hu Jin beside him. He put down the telescope in his hand and stared at it with his naked eyes. He could already see the desperate scene very intuitively. The originally huge fleet of aircraft had disappeared, and now all that was left was the continuous flow of aircraft. The wreckage that fell in the sky, those eagles that were originally flying in the sky, at this moment were like a group of sparrows flying in the sky, being torn apart by the real birds of prey in the sky.
It’s just that the raptor ignored one thing. It was not just in the sky, but also on the ground. Human anti-aircraft firepower was already aimed at the sky. When a pilot killed a group of people at the cost of his own sacrifice, When the Hell Flying Dragons were lured into the ambush range, the firepower of LD2000, S400, 1130, and countless anti-aircraft weapons continued to fly towards those Hell Flying Dragons, tearing apart those from the supreme sky as human weapons. The metallic flesh of the terrible creation.
(End of this chapter)