Jiang Chen swore that this was definitely the most spectacular fireworks he had ever seen.
If you don’t count the time in virtual reality.
The billowing smoke suddenly obscured the launch vehicle.
Rockets roared one after another, shooting into the distance like arrows all over the sky. In just twenty seconds, 320 rockets were poured out. Looking at the smoke column getting further and further in the distance, Jiang Chen couldn't help but admire.
"It's a pity that the explosion effect can't be seen."
Cheng Weiguo silently handed the tablet back to Jiang Chen's arms. He had just finished setting the combat instructions.
"Oh, by the way, there is this thing." Jiang Chen smiled, took the tablet from Cheng Weiguo, and looked at the battlefield.
…
By the broken bridge.
The mutants huddled behind the bunker holding the machine guns, ready to face the NAC soldier position on the other side of the river. Yesterday, the NAC people tried to build a pontoon bridge three times to attack, but they were suppressed by the artillery shells, machine guns and recoilless rifles they had on hand.
The mortars and railguns from the opposite side caused a lot of trouble for them, but that was nothing. All mutants have no doubt about one thing, that is, as long as they persist, these stupid humans will definitely be the first to be exhausted!
"They can't hold on anymore! We have enough ammunition and we are stronger! When winter comes, it will be their death!"
Standing at the back of the position, the mutant commander wearing a suit made of Deathclaw skin waved the machine gun in his hand and roared loudly to his comrades who were prostrate in the fighting position, boosting their morale.
In mutant society, clothing often symbolizes strength and status. Only the warrior who defeats the Deathclaw alone is qualified to wear its skin as a tabard.
"what is that!"
But at this moment, a mutant squatting behind the anti-tank gun yelled roughly and pointed his finger at the black spot on the horizon.
"Maybe it's their little toy. Don't panic. We have anti-aircraft guns and emp."
Muttering rudely, the mutant commander pulled off the telescope from his chest.
The toy he mentioned naturally refers to NAC's Hummingbird drone, when he found an EMP rifle grenade passing by. When drones are dropped like electrocuted flies, no one is afraid of these gadgets anymore. When they encounter a drone, they pull off the fuse of the emp grenade. Although emp also disables the red dot sights on their firearms, no one cares.
Mutants don't need to aim, mutants just need to unleash their firepower!
The ugly eyebrows were bunched up. The captain adjusted the focus and looked intently at the black dot on the horizon.
Bang.
The telescope in his hand fell to the ground. When the mutants around him looked at him in confusion, his ugly face gradually distorted.
"Lie down quickly!"
Roaring, he threw himself into the foxhole beside him under the confused gazes of the mutants.
But this doesn't make much sense...
Boom boom boom!
The overwhelming rockets rained death. The mutants stuck in the trenches and bunkers witnessed in horror this purgatory-like scene, as well as the flying limbs of their comrades and themselves.
The flames of the explosion covered every inch of soil, plowing through the mutant positions, leaving behind a pile of tattered weapon remains and charred limbs. The coverage of rockets detonated ammunition boxes in trenches and foxholes, triggering secondary explosions and leaving the trenches a mess of blood and flesh.
The round of floor washing is over!
But the mutant nightmare is not over yet.
The vortex engine sprayed, and the power armor crossed the river first. Engineers ran forward and placed pontoons for tanks to pass through. Followed by soldiers wearing mechanical exoskeletons and tanks with roaring engines.
A steel plate hung from his chest. Thousands of mutants armed with machine guns stood up from positions farther away and rushed toward the river crazily. They fired and advanced in an attempt to regain control of the river bank. Some mutants even carried mortar tubes and fired flatly. Some even ran away with self-detonating nuclear bombs.
And leaden mutants wielding power hammers. Unless they were facing the Type 50 electromagnetic gun, their armor and resilience were almost invincible. They ignored the hail of bullets and roared towards the NAC's position.
However, before they were halfway through, they were horrified to discover that rockets roared towards them again in the distance...
…
The thick smoke in the distance dotted the wasteland full of ruins, like the tip of a pen outlining the rugged curves bit by bit.
The rockets continued to rise and then fall, raining death on mutants in the distance.
The flying shrapnel could not penetrate the lead mutant's armor. But it shattered their internal organs and brains. Even though mutants' resilience is extremely terrifying, they cannot escape the fact that they are biological creatures.
Facing NAC's artillery fire. The mutants were much more cautious. They huddled in foxholes, stretching the dense formations apart. In an attempt to use a loose formation to deal with the NAC bombardment. There were only two thoughts that prompted them to persevere.
They're running out of ammunition!
This is just the final craziness!
However, it turns out that this is just wishful thinking.
There were a lot of rockets on Jiang Chen's side, more than they could imagine.
Facing the loose formation of the mutants, Jiang Chen also changed the repertoire of the "Stalin Organ". Maintaining an output frequency of 40 rounds per minute, eight BM-21 rocket launchers fired one after another, covering the mutant positions from a wide angle. At the same time, the First Corps also stopped attacking under Jiang Chen's order and stopped to enjoy the performance of this explosive symphony.
The firelight flickered on the tablet screen. The continuous artillery fire caused a large number of residential buildings that were already in disrepair to collapse, burying alive the mutants huddled inside. Landmarks such as the Jiashi Sports Center remain standing but appear to be in danger from the outside.
The bombing continued for more than an hour, and the entire downtown area of Jiashi was in a mess as if it had been run over by a bulldozer.
Feeling a little tired from being shaken by the screen, Jiang Chen put the screen back into Cheng Weiguo's hand.
Looking at the fire on the screen, Cheng Weiguo was secretly speechless.
To be honest, he really didn't expect that this old-fashioned weapon could produce such terrifying combat effectiveness.
"It's so shocking." Ten minutes later, Cheng Weiguo put down the tablet in admiration.
"How many have been thrown away?" Jiang Chen asked casually.
Cheng Weiguo glanced at the pile of empty wooden boxes and made a rough estimate: "About five thousand were fired."
Only five thousand? There are still fifteen thousand left.
Jiang Chen smacked his mouth and squinted his eyes at the smoke column fourteen kilometers away.
Wait, five thousand
Calculating carefully, one rocket costs 2,000 US dollars, and 30 rockets cost 60,000 US dollars, which is about the same as a BMW.
Throw these five thousand rockets out.
Jiang Chen couldn't help but feel a burst of physical pain.
Although he is not short of money, watching these 166 BMWs flying in the sky still makes him feel so heartbroken!
…
Inside the Jia City Sports Center.
Boyu sat on the chair with a gloomy expression. The sound of explosions that could not be driven away from his ears made him extremely irritable.
Sitting opposite him was Troy, the leader of the mutants, whose face was as gloomy as his at the moment.
"What should we do now?"
The Dusk Church helped them blow up the bridge, provided them with a large amount of arms and supplies, and brought them the information that "a wave of alien species is breaking out in Wanghai City, and these people will not be able to hold on for long."
However, the last one is obviously Miao Bao.
He didn't know if a wave of alien species had broken out in Wanghai City, but the group of humans in front of him clearly didn't look like they couldn't hold on for long.
"I have long said that we should strategically retreat to the west. These people are difficult to deal with. The businessmen in Hangzhou are easier to bully in comparison." Boyu closed his eyes and said softly.
"The mutants will not retreat, and we will never compromise with inferior humans. We will tear them into pieces, stuff them into a meat grinder, and stuff them into sausages." Troy grinned and said cruelly.
Yeah? Isn't it me, the human being, who is sitting in front of you now and has helped you support you for so long? I really thought that if I had a head, I would be something.
Boyu sneered in his heart, but didn't say anything.
Because he knew that this was not the time for internal strife. Moreover, a few hours ago, his judgment was actually more inclined to the fact that the mutants would win, otherwise he would not be sitting here.
The NAC soldiers watched eagerly, and the noisy artillery fire continued. Retreating is definitely out of the question. If you don't leave the bunker now, you will be dead. Even without rockets, it is impossible to outrun the tank with two legs. Abandon the bunker and what awaits the mutants and the Church of Twilight is a massacre.
A state of despair
This isn't the first time he's experienced this.
He had fallen into a similar situation when he was cleared by the gendarmerie regiment of the Northern United Region.
The only difference is that he is not without a glimmer of hope at this moment.
Boyu looked at the ring on his hand.
The blood crystal reflects a charming and dangerous light under the light.
"When are you going to send your people?" Troy said rudely.
His men continue to fall, but his allies have yet to make any move.
Looking at the face reflected in the blood crystal mirror, Boyu said softly.
"There's no rush, it'll be soon." (.)