Chapter 169: The Battle of Sommeron (Part 1)

"Aros, you lead 247 machine gunners, 29 marauders, 28 firemen, 28 nurses, from there to the west, around to the flank of'Somerun.' Use the sound of guns as a signal of action to implement the factory Attack."
"Hausen, you lead the train squadron, from this to the east, roundabout to the flanks of the air force base, also with the sound of artillery as a signal, waiting for me to smash the fortifications of the base, you led the convoy to burst into the apron. Implement a crackdown."
"understand."
"Understood." The two agreed, and each led their troops down.
On the other side, Widow Lei had sneaked to the periphery of the base, wrapping up the entire air base in a circular formation.
One minute and one second passed, and the "ready" communication between Howson and Aros came one after another. Tang Fang finally glanced in the direction of the air base and turned to get into a siege tank.
"Bah... Kaka." With a burst of gas and the metal and iron cried out, the support arms of the two wings of the siege tank stretched out, firmly inserted into the ice layer, the double-tube plasma turret turned, the barrel cracked and slid, forming a new one. Plasma oscillates the cannon, designating north far away.
Selecting a watch tower at random, Tang Fang held his hand on the joystick, slid off the safety bolt, and dropped his thumb.
"Hey hey hey." Lightning from the muzzle was shrouded, and the plasma was wrapped in a force field, accelerating and then accelerating under the action of the magnetic track charge.
Finally, the plasma cluster, which was almost the speed of light, broke through the magnetic track, and flew straight to the north sky like a meteor with a tail flame.
"Hey hey..." The electromagnetic noise was loud, and forty siege tanks lined up on the snowy field, and dazzling groups of plasma flew out from the muzzle of thunder light.
The entire night sky is like a meteor shower, and the flames pass by, so beautiful and gorgeous.
Beautiful things are often highly poisonous. Just like these plasma balls, under their beautiful appearance are bursting plasmas containing infinite heat. They are far hotter than flames. Wild.
When most of the soldiers at the air force base were immersed in the endless reverie of the scene before them, the beautiful objects as beautiful as the aurora fell on the top of a watchtower with a "boom", and large groups of golden fluids seemed to be surging vigorously. The spring sprinkled patches of fire and rain toward the surrounding hundreds of meters.
"Wow...ah...ah..." The building collapsed and heart-piercing screams resounded throughout the base. The attack alarm was sounded, and the flickering warning lights lit up the entire night sky.
"Woo...Woo...Boom, boom, boom..." The whimper and explosion of the plasma ball piercing the sky awakened all the soldiers' dreams.
The watchtowers were like burnt candles. The armor on the outside melted rapidly, the main structure deformed, and eventually collapsed, smashing countless equipment, vehicles, and even fighters.
The end of some radar stations was even more miserable, with high-temperature plasma swallowing antennas. Melting the skylight is like pouring sauce into a bowl, burning the staff who can't get out of it into a foul-smelling coke.
The various turrets and missile systems around the air force base are constantly rotating, the ammunition has been loaded, and the missiles are ready. However, before positioning the target, he was bombarded with plasma into waste.
Chaos was like a plague, and it swept across the entire air base and the "Somerun" in an instant. There were continuous explosions. The hot plasma burned steel and ignited oil trucks, fuel depots, airplanes, houses...
The area of ​​several kilometers turned into a sea of ​​fire. The screams of the soldiers, the sharp sirens, and the deafening explosions roamed the Antarctic night sky like a song of hell.
Billowing gun smoke rose into the air under the blowing of extreme wind, and pungent smoke enveloped the entire base. The spattering steel fragments and the flying gravel are like gunshots, falling on the concrete ground and wiping out sparks.
"Boom..." accompanied by a roar. Five "Nighthawk" fighters rose into the air and headed towards the place where the plasma ball flew. This was a countermeasure made by the base emergency command team.
The "Nighthawk" has the ability to fight in a low-light environment and is the most suitable counterattack force at this time.
Isn't the rebel army already in a precarious and precarious situation? Why did the Antarctic air base encounter a sudden attack? The soldiers don't understand. The pilot didn't understand, even the commander-in-chief of the base, Brigadier General Mitchellson Bush.
What they can do right now is to find out the reality of the enemy, and then react accordingly, relying on the powerful military reserves of the base to fight a tough battle with the enemy.
Mitchellson doesn't think he will be defeated. Compared with the well-equipped government army, the rebel army is a group of hillbillies and old hats. As long as they figure out their forces and trends, the ready-to-go fighter clusters in the base will give them a taste of their heads blooming.
The hateful reptiles dared to burn the flames of war to the door of his Mitchellson Bush house. Then, the despicable reptiles are ready to meet the flames of God's punishment.
The flame is coming, like a punishment!
However, he was not guided by Mitchellson Bush, but from the southern sky.
A group of dazzling flashes swept through most of the southern sky like a monstrous wave, and the red haze dyed thousands of miles of snow. The wind roared like a roar, the flames resembled a dragon, and the sun-like brilliance illuminated the entire Antarctic night sky.
"Nuclear...nuclear bomb..." Mitchellson stood in the command room behind the base, his eyes dull and blank.
"Bah..." An electronic busy tone came from the communication channel connected to "Nighthawk", and some sensitive electronic devices were overloaded by electromagnetic pulses and were paralyzed.
"He... how many people are there?" Everyone in the command room looked at each other.
Who is the enemy? Is it the Garcia Rebels or some other forces? Plasma cannons, and...nuclear bombs, how could those hillbillies have such high-tech weapons, who are they? Who is the enemy?
"Su...The Sulu Empire is the Sulu Empire. It must be... the battleship of the Sulu Empire must have come." A female officer who was on the verge of mental breakdown cried.
"Yes, yes, only the Sulu Empire, only the fleet of the Sulu Empire has such a powerful firepower."
"..."
Fear breeds in everyone's hearts, even Mitchellson is drumming in his heart. Although he doesn't believe that it was the Sulu Empire, who else is besides the Sulu Empire? Who else can penetrate the defense of an air base so easily?
"Don't make noise, don't mess, hold your position, hold your position." As the commander-in-chief of the base, everyone can panic, but he can't panic. "Order to clear the airport runway as soon as possible, and evacuate all fighters to the hangar. There is also the'Somerron' side, seal up all products, lower the factory area, and move the operation line to the underground... quickly."
"General." Just as Mitchellson was commanding the emergency team to transfer important equipment, the intelligence officer suddenly pointed to the central screen: "He...they came in."
"Huh?" Everyone turned their heads and looked. At the wall that was bombarded by plasma into a pile of gravel, several light cross-country vehicles that had never been seen crossed the wall and pulled out scratches on the ground. Drifting, rushed to the fighter planes on the tarmac about to be evacuated with a "wheeze", and then painted the fighter planes red with the powerful flamethrower on the roof.
"Ah, ah, ah..." screams came from the plane pilots and pilots. The flames were like a vicious dog that threw down its prey, tearing them.
40 vehicles, a total of 40 flame chariots, high-speed, flexible, stable, powerful, and wide range of damage. They are like a group of snowy wolves smashing into the flock, leaving patches of wildfire purgatory wherever they pass.
"Boom, boom, boom..." One aircraft after another caught fire and exploded. From unmanned aerial vehicles, to fighter jets, armed helicopters, and even large strategic bombers, if you look down from a high altitude, the entire airport runway is like a torch lit, the flames "buzz" and the smoke billows.
The explosion of the fortification belt has never stopped, and every round of the bombardment of the siege tank will leave patches of flying stars like fireworks on the air force base and the "Somerun" factory area. Dazzling and magnificent, but terrifying.
"Mitchelson, hurry up, send someone over for reinforcements, the enemy... the enemy has entered." There was a flash of light and shadow on the communication screen, and Sassoon Leonard, the head of the "Someron" company, said anxiously.
While he was speaking, the intelligence personnel nearby transferred a piece of video data to the attached monitor. The situation in the "Someron" plant area is worse than that of the air force base. The flames and the light of the explosion are almost stacked in rushing waves, raging across the ground of the plant.
The flashes of guns joined together, and there were silhouettes leaping across the gaps in the building. Some guys with a body width of one meter and a height of nearly 3 meters tilted a large number of grenades in the middle of the factory building, and some thin guys. The trouble of looking for security personnel~EbookFREE.me~ With every gunshot and every silver light flashing, soldiers snorted and fell to the ground.
Mitchellson also saw a group of flying soldiers, like the evil owl under the night. They have an extremely ugly face, so ugly that they will wake up in a dream after seeing it.
Of course, the destructive capabilities of these three types of soldiers are limited, and they can't cause serious damage to the factory area that stretches for thousands of meters for a while. What really makes Mitchellsen feel weak is the guys with flamethrowers at both ends of their arms.
More than 20 meters of flame range, ultra-high temperature plasma plasma. The steel quickly melted in front of them, organic materials burned in front of them, and pipeline equipment burst in front of them...
They are the darlings of a group of flames, oh no, they are a group of flames from hell, the king of destruction.
In this Shura arena where fire and smoke blended, there were also a group of white angels. They wore power armor and pierced helmets, with beautiful faces. Just like angels, they will cast a beam of holy healing light.
Oh, my god! But... but they are clearly healing a group of demons, a group of purgatory demons who bring war to the world.