The Ministry of National Defense should be grateful to the miracle of the Creator. Most of the western continent has plain terrain, and only the top of the eagle's head has mountainous terrain.
This allows the two weapons-carrying platforms to easily play a role in the Eagle Beak region. After all, when these weapons and equipment were designed, they were never considered to be able to fight across the sea one day.
Therefore, at the beginning of the design, these war machines were designed according to the plain landforms of the empire, and they were not suitable for use in mountains.
When the decisive battle came, Du Lin did not have the urge to go to the battlefield to observe it up close. Regardless of whether this was a tragic war or not, when the two weapons-carrying platforms were in place in advance, the outcome of the war was already determined.
The insane ones in the Ministry of National Defense frantically removed all the artillery, and all the interfaces of each war machine were connected to twenty-millimeter cannons. Each platform had eight guns, and they filled up the extra space. Ammunition, a full five-base ammunition reserve.
These cannons are simply the scythe of death for unarmored infantry units. In the last war against the Federation, the arms company obtained some data showing that a 20mm cannon shell was within the effective killing range. , capable of shooting through at least five unprotected human bodies.
Even some ordinary light armor can be destroyed quickly.
This kind of thing is purely designed to deal with infantry. The relatively high rate of fire makes them a nightmare for all infantry. Now, in this barbaric land, they will also create their own reputation.
At around nine o'clock in the morning, the two sides had entered the decisive battle battlefield in accordance with local regulations. They did a good job in locking the decisive battle battlefield in advance to avoid relocation due to strategic transfer maneuvers, which would make the weapon-carrying platform unable to keep up with the infantry. transfer speed.
Facing the countless "coalition forces" that were almost invisible, the number of people on Lululhado's side was obviously a bit pitiful. After the ten-fold gap was enlarged to a certain extent, the gap during the period was quite difficult to make up.
On one side are the indigenous coalition soldiers who are full of pits in the valley, and on the other side are the pitiful and sparse outsider troops. Even though Luluhado has great confidence in Dulin and the imperial military, at this moment, his calves feel a little weak. Shiver.
If he hadn't been afraid that the officers around him would look down on him and wanted to maintain his fragile dignity, he might have had someone take him home by now.
If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come... But after thinking about it, Lululhado became sensible again.
This battle will determine whether he can establish an indigenous government and is related to the future and destiny of him and his children. As a smart person among the indigenous people, he knows very well that he will be abandoned by the imperial people once he loses his value.
Therefore, this battle must be won, and it must be won cleanly. Only in this way can he be more valuable to win over, even if the people actually responsible for the battle are from the empire.
Glancing at the calm colonel next to him, Luluhaduo pulled out his pocket watch with a sullen face and took a look at it. After thinking carefully for about five minutes, he put the pocket watch away.
He likes this small accessory very much. It is not only beautiful and beautiful, it can show his unique identity, and it can also accurately know the current time anywhere and under any circumstances.
The only inconvenient thing is that there is a needle that keeps moving, and it takes a certain amount of time for him to recognize the accurate time.
There are still ten minutes left before the decisive battle begins.
His heart kept accelerating and became stronger, giving him a terrifying hallucination that his heart would jump out of his throat when he opened his mouth.
There are people with such hallucinations in the opposite camp. Kazhazan has been driven around like an old dog in the past few months. This time, he finally gathered so many people, just to completely annihilate these outsiders. Then drive out all other outsiders.
The resting place of the Demon God cannot be intruded by these outsiders. They simply do not understand that once the Demon God wakes up, the entire world will be destroyed.
These stupid, mean strangers!
After a long and short wait, the mellow and deep sound of horns suddenly sounded, the sheepskin drums were banged, and some priests wearing hideous masks with indigenous characteristics ran out, and they surrounded some bonfires. Start dancing.
This is a ritual performed by the local indigenous people before the battle begins, just like what the Imperials call "Gudrak", except that their form of expression is more complicated.
Every indigenous warrior had a solemn expression on his face. After the ceremony, the low and mellow sound of the horn suddenly turned high, and they immediately roared and moved.
Without any rules, without any tactics, without any formation, he just ran towards the opponent so simply and directly.
At the front of the team, some natives held their semi-automatic rifles high, far above their heads. This move made even the imperial soldiers who had received good military training couldn't help laughing on the battlefield.
If this is not a battle that represents merit and promotion, they may suspect that this may be just a joke!
But war is war, and no matter how it appears, its cruelty cannot be concealed.
When the distance between the two sides was less than two hundred meters, the weapons carrying platforms that had been hidden in the jungle on both sides began to fire.
The bullet, which was thicker than a thumb, became hot and red the moment it left the muzzle of the machine gun. When red dots fell on the crowd, they tore a gap and shot through to a depth of several meters.
The sudden change caused these natives to kill hundreds of people without even reacting. The smiles on the faces of the chiefs of various tribes and Kazhazan who were standing behind waiting for the results turned into expressions of horror.
They couldn't understand how those two huge guys could do this, maybe it was witchcraft and magic.
But at this moment, even if they wanted to do something, there was nothing they could do.
No one's voice could be heard on the battlefield. Apart from roars, roars, howls, and screams, the only sound left was the rhythmic firing of machine guns.
tong…tong…tong…tong…tong…tong…
The sound was like the footsteps of the God of Death when he came to the world, and also like the whistle of his sickle.
The colonel officer saw that the indigenous coalition forces began to flee. He asked the flag bearer to wave the flag, and the infantry began to enter the battlefield.
There is no reason why so many battle achievements should be taken away by the mechanical platoon, right
And with so many meritorious deeds, everyone can share a lot, even if they didn't shoot, they just chased these natives away!
There was a huge collapse. In just three minutes, at least more than a thousand indigenous warriors died on the battlefield. The collapse of the two wings led to the collapse of the entire army.
At this time, there was only one thought in the minds of the chiefs in the rear and Kazhazan.
It’s over, it’s all over!
(End of chapter)