The sky was filled with dark clouds.
It was unclear whether it was clouds, radioactive dust, or gun smoke from artillery shells.
The countryside east of Jia City is dotted with low-rise houses.
Under the shadow, several mutated cockroaches swayed their meter-long tentacles, searching for rotten food around them.
They showed no reaction to the dozen or so people walking past them. Only the smell of decay can arouse their appetite. Therefore, when they are extremely hungry, they occasionally try to attack zombies, but they are often scratched to death by zombies.
If you see a zombie and a mutated cockroach walking together without prejudice, there is no doubt that it must be because of the outbreak of alien species. Because only the tide of alien species will make the alien species temporarily forget their food habits and attack the survivors together with the zombies looking for the living.
The scope of the alien tide was limited to Wanghai City. Jiang Chen, who was currently in the suburbs of Jia City, felt that the air was exceptionally clear.
"The battle situation is very difficult. Yesterday our people advanced 500 meters towards the Jiashi Sports Center, but they soon encountered fierce resistance. The mutants got a large number of electromagnetic interference bombs and EM grenades from nowhere."
"The Stalker Corps' snipers helped a lot, but as the war zone advanced toward the city, there were too many obstructions. The mutants' mortars and rifle grenades also caused heavy casualties to the Stalker Corps."
Watching the cockroaches on the side of the road scurry into the shadows, Cheng Weiguo lowered the alert rifle in his hand.
"That's really bad." Jiang Chen grinned, happily leading Cheng Weiguo and a small group of soldiers. Walking in the opposite direction to Jia City.
The marshal did not get angry at the stalemate, but Cheng Weiguo breathed a sigh of relief.
But looking at the front line getting farther and farther behind. He smiled bitterly.
"Marshal, may I ask where we are going?".
We have walked almost ten kilometers. If we continue walking, we will reach the county town next door, but we still haven't reached the place Jiang Chen mentioned.
"Already arrived."
Jiang Chen stopped and looked at the abandoned warehouse in front of him with a smile.
Two days ago, when the helicopter dropped him here, he casually found a spacious factory nearby as an arms storage point. Due to the activities of mutants, there are no survivors in this area, so there is no need to worry about the arms being transported being stolen by scavengers. Just stay as far away from the front line as possible to avoid being hit by stray mortar shells.
After choosing his location, he returned to the present world and waited with peace of mind until Mao Zi's weapons were in place. Then the munitions were transported on the ship.
Cheng Weiguo, who looked confused, followed Jiang Chen and walked into the factory.
And when he saw the things in the factory, the confusion on his face turned into shock at a visible speed, and his round eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.
"This, this is-"
Seeing Cheng Weiguo's shocked expression, Jiang Chen laughed heartily, then returned to the door and shouted something to the dozen riflemen following them.
"Boys, get ready to get in the car, we'll send the mutants to meet God!"
Before the war. Because fossil fuels have almost been phased out, only the rich will keep these two out-of-print fuel-powered motorcycles at home as collectibles. Therefore, gasoline-burning motorcycles can almost be described as antiques in this post-apocalyptic world.
When Jiang Chen greeted the soldiers, they all got into the car. But he found to his amazement that these veteran drivers had cars but didn't know how to drive them. In desperation, he had to go into battle himself. The soldiers were shown how to drive this thing.
Under the personal guidance of the marshal, these soldiers naturally studied extremely seriously. Fortunately, although the principle of this gasoline-burning car is completely different from the electric cars common in the end of the world. But the operating style is still somewhat similar, after spending more than an hour getting familiar with the use of clutches and other equipment. These soldiers finally learned to drive.
As for the formulas for converting the distance and angle of the rocket launch, they have been copied on the paper. The soldier responsible for the launch only needs to press the calculator twice to calculate it.
Eight M-21s drove out of the warehouse one after another, lined up under Jiang Chen's command, and then lowered the brackets on both sides of the truck to secure it, completing the deployment. Nearly a hundred survivors recruited from Site 7 were busy moving the almost full warehouse of ammunition out of the factory. The two of them worked together to carry the ammunition, which weighed 67 kilograms and was nearly 3 meters long, and pushed it into the launch tube.
Before loading ammunition, Jiang Chen specifically explained to them how to load those rockets with white paint on them. As for those with red paint, they are all solidified drugs, specially used to deal with zombies and alien species.
The filling was carried out in an orderly manner.
Jiang Chen took Cheng Weiguo to the roof of the building more than 200 meters away.
Lifting the binoculars, Jiang Chen squinted his eyes and looked at Jiashi, 13 kilometers away, and grinned.
"Take a quick look at it now, it will change later."
Cheng Weiguo did not pick up the telescope, but glanced at the row of honeycomb-shaped rockets with some worry and said with a wry smile.
"Is there really no need to withdraw the soldiers from the city first?".
As for the weapons from two centuries ago, he was really worried whether these firecrackers would fall on his own people.
"Don't worry, leaving a distance of one kilometer is enough."
Although the accuracy of this old man's weapon is a bit off, it can't be off by more than a kilometer. Jiang Chen couldn't help but cast a sidelong glance at Cheng Weiguo.
Don’t underestimate the wisdom of the “ancients”.
"Marshal, where did you get these old antiques?" Cheng Weiguo picked up the command tablet and couldn't help but ask.
"The launching vehicle comes from a certain military museum, and the ammunition is produced according to the drawings." Jiang Chen answered casually, not paying attention to his abruptness.
Hearing that Jiang Chen didn't intend to say anything more, Cheng Weiguo wisely didn't ask any more questions. He has no doubt about loyalty, but curiosity is something everyone has a little bit of.
The Yuzhi-51 has arrived in the sky above Jia City, hovering just outside the mutants' air defense range.
Covered by radioactive dust and clouds, it concealed its presence and provided the two with an aerial view of the battlefield. The wide-area radio life signal detection device was turned on, scanning the locations of the mutants and marking them as red dots on the tablet in Cheng Weiguo's hand.
Judging from the number of red dots, which is just 10,000, the mutants must have used a life signal shielding device. However, after all, this shielding device has a limited range and can only cover some important targets.
After he circled the unmarked targets through manual observation, Cheng Weiguo nodded to Jiang Chen and then handed over the tablet in his hand.
The first shot will be ordered by the marshal himself!
After looking at the loaded launch vehicles in the open space two hundred meters away, Jiang Chen took the tablet from Cheng Weiguo's hand.
The distance parameters and strike position are clear at a glance.
"The whole battalion listens to the order! The azimuth angle is 220°, the distance is 14.1 kilometers, and the artillery bombardment is ready!"
The honeycomb-shaped rocket launch box slowly lifted up and stopped at almost the same angle. When he saw the blue flags that were ready, he took a deep breath and handed the tablet back to Cheng Weiguo's hand. .
Raising his hand and pressing the button on the headset, Jiang Chen looked in the direction of Jiashi and shouted sternly.
"Fire!"(.)