Chapter 524 Our War (VI)
As the Nosk coalition was pushing the Undead army back step by step, the Rhine People's Army, which had been lurking in the valley at the southern end of the battlefield, more than 20 kilometers away from the Nosk coalition camp, also began to move.
"Hurry, hurry!"
The People's Army soldiers, wearing PLA standard training uniforms (anti-cut, anti-stab, fireproof and waterproof), wearing tactical vests, and carrying various light firepower (emphasis), jumped out of the mountains and forests nimbly and marched rapidly under the leadership of non-commissioned officers at all levels.
Tattle Joe, who was in charge of front-line reconnaissance, was squatting outside the mountains to provide support. When the two sides met, Tattle led the way and the entire army rushed to the weak defense of the Nosk coalition camp.
This people's army is carefully selected from the militia, security guards, and operators. In addition to being pulled into "Survivor" to serve as NPC forces and being treated as monsters by players, their daily training also includes professional-level training content in this world and PLA training exercises provided by the national team.
Their physical strength and endurance were not inferior to any local army composed of professional strongmen, and their discipline and organization were far beyond the reach of conventional armies - they ran 26 kilometers in 46 minutes and approached the Nosk coalition camp without anyone falling behind and without any chaos in the team.
"You have really trained an incredible army." Even Tattle Joe, who had served as a low-level officer in the National Guard, was amazed and said to Jerome with admiration.
"This is not my credit." Jerome smiled innocently and ordered the entire army to rest and recover their strength. He then skillfully took out his tablet computer to check the situation of the coalition forces.
The coalition forces have already approached within ten kilometers of the Undead Army's resurrection zone, and the speed of advancement has obviously slowed down. Judging from the images sent back by drones, the coalition ground forces have been entangled by waves of Undead troops that have organized counterattacks, and one can vaguely see coalition soldiers being dragged out of the large army by the Undead and carried away.
Obviously, the mage group was running out of steam and the speed of clearing the undead slowed down, so the undead that had been suppressed for a long time began to counterattack frantically.
“Now that the Undead army has been able to tear flesh from the coalition forces, it won’t be so easy for the coalition forces to withdraw manpower and return for rescue.” Jerome felt relieved.
After resting for fifteen minutes, the four thousand soldiers recovered their strength to 80% to 90%, and the Rhine People's Army officially fired the first shot in the counterattack against the invaders.
Well... strictly speaking, it was the first shot.
Under the curious gaze of two front-line scouts, Tattle Joe and Anthony, a hundred-man artillery squad (artillery company) of soldiers stepped out neatly, lined up in groups of two, deftly untied the cylindrical backpacks fixed to their backs with cable ties, took out the metal cylindrical object, and then took out a tripod bracket made of the same metal and put the cylindrical object on it.
Several more technical soldiers came out, calculated the angles by pointing their thumbs and using measuring tools that the two scout teams could not understand, and reported the data, allowing two artillery groups to conduct test firing first.
Under the puzzled gazes of Tuttle Joe and Anthony, the two artillery teams conducting the test firing ignited the fuse on the metal cylinder.
“Swoosh—Boom!!!”
Tuttle Joe & Anthony, who were evacuated to 20 meters away from the launch site, were stunned to see the two strange metal cylinders fly out from the bracket, one hitting the wall of the Nosk camp 1,600 meters away, and the other hitting outside the camp.
Amid the explosion, the cylindrical object that fell outside the camp only created a large cloud of dust, but the one that hit the camp wall did work, creating an irregular gap.
"The accuracy is indeed a bit lacking." Jerome shook his head.
"The launch pad has too much impact." The technician in charge of the measurement said regretfully, "It would be better if we could drive the launch vehicle over here."
"It's okay. This kind of artillery doesn't require high accuracy." Jerome raised his hand and shouted to the artillery team that was already prepared, "Ready--"
"put!"
As Jerome swung his arm heavily, forty-eight Chinese-made Type 63 107mm fire cannons whistled out from the crude homemade tripod and smashed into the southeastern camp of the Nosk coalition camp...
This ancient Chinese-made firefighting (key) firepower has a maximum range of 8.5 kilometers and a killing radius of 12.5 meters. Its parameters and range are mediocre. Its biggest advantage may be that it is cheap - the kind of guided missile used to attack air casters... the kind of "firefighting bomb" that can accurately hit specific targets, one round can be replaced by hundreds of 107 rounds (both are only calculated at cost price).
It's so cheap that all its shortcomings can be forgiven.
Under the intensive bombardment of forty-eight fire artillery shells, although several shells still hit empty space and wasted firepower, they still managed to collapse a large section of the wall on the southeast side of the Norsk coalition camp...
And this is not the end yet.
Under the shocked gazes of two non-military personnel, Tattle Joe and Anthony, the artillerymen who had just completed a round of volleys continued to take out metal cylinders from the cylindrical backpacks they carried...
"We've brought them all here. We can't waste everyone's energy carrying them back." Jerome explained to his two former accomplices. After the soldiers were ready to fire, he raised his arms with great courage and said, "Ready - fire!"
Tuttle Joe & Anthony watched numbly as fifty fire artillery shells whistled out of the firing position and violently washed the southeastern wall of the Nosk camp again. The collapsed wall was at least a hundred meters long...
Two rounds of artillery fire blasted a breakthrough, and the Rhine People's Army's charge began.
Before Tuttle and Anthony could react from the shock of witnessing a breakthrough easily made in the Nosk Federation camp, they saw the soldiers jumping out of their hiding places and rushing out with strangely shaped "short" weapons with wooden handles.
The formation of the charge was quite peculiar... they were spread out far apart from each other and the line seemed loose, but there was intuitive coordination between them, as if countless small triangles were pieced together into a formation, piercing the enemy's position like arrows.
Tuttle, who had some military knowledge, had not yet figured out the significance of this charge formation when he saw flames coming out of the wooden-handled "short" weapons held by the non-commissioned officers at the front...
"That's - an alchemical firearm?!" Tattle Joe gasped.
Alchemical firearms weren't particularly rare. Sheriffs and detectives in any larger city were eligible to equip them—but it wasn't common to see one in everyone's possession, was it?!
Moreover, Tuttle had never seen this type of alchemical firearm before!
The individual weapons equipped by the Rhine People's Army are certainly not alchemical weapons... In this alien world, anything related to alchemy is extremely expensive, and Yang Qiu is not so wealthy that he would not care about money.
This batch of individual equipment of unknown origin (ahem) is actually the famous 56 family.
It is not only economical, light, durable, and easy to operate, but also compatible with rifle bullets and grenade bullets (need to be equipped with a special launcher)... It can be called a powerful weapon for attacking and mowing in the medium and short distance (effective killing within 800 meters).
The Norsk coalition was not a weak force. During the first artillery test, the troops left behind in the main camp had already discovered something was wrong and gathered their forces to move towards the attacked southeast camp. When the camp wall was collapsed by two rounds of artillery fire, revealing a large gap, the remaining troops that had completed the assembly had already arrived at the damaged area of the wall.
The Rhine People's Army charged to an area 600 meters outside the camp wall. The first heavy cavalry regiment to arrive had already poured out from the damaged part of the camp wall and was ready to fight the enemy with extremely fast reaction speed.
Then... the 56 families went across dimensions to mow down the enemies.
Heavy armor enchanted with defensive magic can defend against conventional alchemical firearms bullets. This is the biggest reason why the alchemical firearms in this alien world did not continue to evolve and stopped at low-lethality revolvers. In order to deter extraordinary powers, the alchemists in this alien world put the skill points of the magic technology tree into heavy firepower weapons such as alchemical cannons and alchemical individual artillery.
The 56 family that cuts down enemies across dimensions can effectively kill enemies with light armor. As for this unscientific heavy armor...if they replace it with guns and bullets, they can also effectively kill enemies with it.
Seeing the first batch of enemies coming up wearing heavy armor, the assault team equipped with special launchers in the Rhine People's Army moved to the front, and the 56 semi-soldiers equipped with launch tubes collectively issued the first greetings to the local military force of this alien world...
After a round of gunfire designed to target tanks and fortifications, there will be no more heavy cavalry regiments.
Theoretically, the People's Army soldiers, who had seen blood on the enemy for the first time, turned this heavy cavalry regiment into history with a crushing force, but no one showed any reaction such as vomiting or discomfort. They just continued to advance coldly under the orders of non-commissioned officers at all levels, stepping over broken limbs and rushing into the enemy camp.
After entering the enemy's hinterland, this army, which should theoretically be composed of rookies, consciously divided the work with extremely high tactical literacy: one part climbed up the camp wall to guard the rear road, one part seized the commanding heights of the defense tower and provided fire cover for their companions; another part worked in small teams to quickly find bunkers and clear active targets, and then attacked deep into the enemy in an orderly manner, clearing out possible hiding places of the enemy one by one...
Tattle Joe, who followed with his bow and skill, saw the smooth attack of his "own people". His half-drawn bow froze in mid-air, and he didn't know where to put the arrow...
Unwilling to give up, Tattle looked around and simply climbed up to the defense tower that had just been occupied by the People's Army to find a position, intending to provide fire cover for the friendly forces who were engaged in a fierce firefight with the enemy... Then he held the bow for a long time without pulling it.
It wasn't that he wanted to slack off, but he was too unfamiliar with this kind of combat mode - none of the People's Army combat teams that attacked the enemy were charging "openly"; all of them were cunningly using ready-made barracks, material piles, warehouses, stables and even piles of enemy corpses as cover; they would not show their heads unless they fired a shot, and if they showed their heads, they would definitely take the enemy's lives. Tuttle had no idea what kind of cover he, a ranger, could provide...
What's even more outrageous is that those different combat teams that were clearly separated by bunkers and couldn't see each other could still coordinate with each other... Tuttle couldn't understand it at all!
The ranger, who had quite a bit of combat experience, held the bow in a daze for a while. The People's Army, which was extremely efficient and well-coordinated, had already cleared out the enemies in the camp and occupied the area with almost zero casualties... The only injured soldier broke his leg when he accidentally fell down while fighting for the defense tower.
Jerome quickly assigned the defenses and arranged for his men to continue advancing inward, aiming directly at the enemy headquarters. Although Admiral Lucien moved the headquarters to an ordinary barracks, the drone captured N clips of coalition officers and messengers frequently entering and leaving the same barracks, so it was not difficult to find the headquarters.
Following behind the main force, trying to show some effect, Tuttle once again saw the offensive and defensive mode of the dirty flow comparable to special warfare: the Nosk soldiers who came to intercept were either killed without even seeing them, or killed instantly after seeing them; even the own people who were behind the People's Army often lost sight of where their own people were hiding in a blink of an eye...
Tuttle silently put down his bow, retreated to Jerome, who was in the middle of the deployment, and said with a look of confusion: "Who did you learn this overly cautious way of fighting from?"
Jerome, who was watching the technicians assembling electromagnetic pulse equipment to interfere with the enemy headquarters' radio transmissions, actually showed an indescribable expression...
"…It's hard for me to explain to you, except that my soldiers and I are well aware of the cost of exposing ourselves in battle."
Jerome, who, like the soldiers, had been shot in the head countless times by Earth players in the fantasy map and had his heads stolen countless times by Voldemort, said with a haggard look on his face.
As an "NPC force", the Rhine People's Army enjoys far more enthusiastic treatment than the humanoid BOSS in the chicken-eating game "Survivor". Ever since players discovered that the "NPC force" can snatch victory by killing all player teams, the angry chicken-eating players shouted the slogan "You can not eat chicken, but the NPC force must die" - Jerome, who died many times due to accidentally exposing himself and being surrounded, has a psychological shadow as big as a mountain.
Tuttle Joe: "..."
Twenty minutes later, the Rhine People's Army, whose psychological trauma and sharpened military edge were severely ravaged by the whetstone of the chicken-eating players, used the southeast camp as a temporary base, made use of the terrain shelters photographed by drones, and advanced all the way to the center of the Nosk camp .
After the southeastern camp was lost, the furious Admiral Lucien sent out a messenger to order the main force to withdraw personnel to provide reinforcements. However, he did not realize how fast the People's Army's offensive was at that time, and did not recall the Mage Corps and the Storm Priests immediately... Before his own people arrived, the door of the command center was kicked in.
Even more unfortunate is that... the People's Army, which has powerful firepower but is overly conservative, is not as obsessed with capturing prisoners alive as the Undead - the door of the headquarters was kicked open by dense gunfire and bullets.
Admiral Lucien uttered only one curse word in Nosk slang before he was blown into the sky along with several Federation noble officers who had taken refuge in the headquarters.
Forty minutes later, a group of elite cavalrymen from the Norsk coalition finally got rid of the undead and returned to the rear camp. What greeted them was not the garrison troops who rushed to open the camp gate, but the cold muzzles of guns and the passionate howitzer rounds...
After destroying the enemy headquarters, annihilating all the remaining enemy troops, and killing a reinforcement force, the cautious Rhine People's Army immediately evacuated the enemy camp to avoid being wiped out by the enemy's wizard group or storm priests who returned to rescue...
After hiding in a new place outside the Nosk coalition camp, Jerome took out his tablet computer and used the drone to monitor the battlefield situation at the front while using a mobile radio to send a telegram to Ms. Shirley in the valley camp in the rear, asking her to send someone to deliver ammunition and supplies.
"If the enemy sends regular troops to reinforce, we will eat them up. If there are spellcasters or priests mixed in, we must not be exposed. Without strong firepower, we cannot deal with those inhuman monsters."
Jerome explained their tactics to Tuttle, then turned to ask the sergeant of the assault company: "When you overthrew the command post, did you take away anything that could prove the identity of the enemy officers?"
"Don't worry, Captain, we're all here." The sergeant of the assault company patted his backpack confidently, "We will definitely not let our undead friends find out that we have robbed their target, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with them if they hold a grudge against us."
Tuttle Joe: "..."
