OBS Chapter 51 Two teams, 1 each, the advantage is in my hands!
Chapter 51 Two teams, 1 each, the advantage is in my hands!
Within the divine realm, Luo Huan's vision covered the entire southeastern state of Michigan.
She saw Gordon Jose smash a tablet in the command center, saw the curry-smelling threat on the encrypted line, and saw the icons representing tanks and helicopters on the battle map being pushed toward Riverport.
Twelve thousand troops.
Six tanks, twenty-four wheeled armored vehicles, and four armed helicopters.
The artillery positions were set up eight miles away, and twelve M777 howitzers had been calibrated.
"Oh~ a defensive strategy?"
Luo Huan, in her white-haired loli form, sat cross-legged in the void.
She could see the mud stuck in the gaps between the tracks of every tank, hear the hum of helicopter rotors cutting through the air, and smell the distinctive sweet odor of nitroglycerin propellant on the artillery positions.
"Full speed! Full speed it up!"
It tumbled and rolled in the void, its silver hair swinging like two scallions.
"Two thousand to ten thousand, the advantage is in my hands!"
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Carl Jensen stands atop the bell tower of River Harbor Church.
He couldn't see the artillery positions eight miles away, but he could see the dust rising on the horizon.
The tank convoy was advancing slowly, maintaining combat formation.
He gripped the cross pendant tightly in his right hand.
The scar is burning.
"Lord."
He said in a low voice.
In the divine realm, Luo Huan heard this whisper.
"Ah~ Karl~"
She mimicked that tone of prayer, her voice full of mockery.
"Quickly, quickly, quickly! With insufficient weapons and soldiers, summon your will to atone and defeat it!"
She won't tell him anything.
They won't tell him the coordinates of the artillery positions, the helicopter formation's approach route, or the distribution of the tanks' weaknesses.
Cooking doesn't matter~
All I need is for you to make me happy~
Luo Huan crawled in the shadows of the divine kingdom, on all fours, like an overly excited cat.
……
Seattle underground.
Qian Liren is using Noah AI to spy on Carl Jensen.
He watched all the available footage of the encounter battle on the outskirts of Hegang Town over and over again.
Civilian surveillance footage, blurry images taken with mobile phones, and footage of a police drone before it was destroyed.
He saw the shooting.
Level 4 bulletproof glass, four pieces, each hit in the same spot by two bullets in less than a second.
The diameter of the hit point should not exceed three centimeters.
This is not a matter of probability.
This is impossible under normal circumstances!
Unless the shooter can anticipate every tiny bump in the vehicle, calculate all the effects of wind speed and humidity on the trajectory, and make all corrections the moment he pulls the trigger.
Moreover, it was done by a group of people at the same time.
"What the hell is this?"
For the first time, Qian Liren began to doubt the unevenness of this world.
Wait a minute, even the Republic's super soldiers can only do this in very few cases, right?
How could a group of veterans and militiamen accomplish such a feat?
"Can their naked eyes achieve such precision? And that lock-like technique... and the evil god granted them so many different kinds of power?"
In addition to group reinforcement,
At least two abnormal patterns were identified from past images:
First, some individuals maintained a stable firing posture even after prolonged movement, suggesting enhanced endurance.
Secondly, it has something similar to a padlock to locate the target, allowing it to be positioned directly without being obstructed.
"Lord."
Qian Liren subconsciously used this form of address.
"Look how much the evil god has bestowed upon us, can I have a little more too?"
No one responded.
In the divine realm, Luo Huan's perspective is currently focused on watching a big movie in River Harbor Town.
As for Qian Liren, who couldn't entertain her on the spot, she said, "You can't make me happy."
The field of vision is narrowed.
An abandoned gas station is located three miles outside Riverport Town.
Tom Miller crouched behind the rusted oil pump, holding an AR-15 in his hand.
He is the duty captain of the outer outpost today, leading a team of six.
"I wonder when they'll arrive. They should be here soon, right?"
Last night, he also heard from the messenger Karl about the possible arrival time of the other party, and as a retired veteran, he knew it very well.
Boom!
The sound came from a great distance, a muffled boom, like thunder.
But the sky was clear.
Tom instantly realized it was the sound of cannon fire.
His body instinctively lunged forward, landing on the sandbag fortifications, while simultaneously shouting into the walkie-talkie.
"Enemy attack! It's artillery!"
The second sentence was not finished.
The shells hit the dome of the gas station.
Boom!
With a deafening explosion, the concrete dome groaned, cracks spreading like a spiderweb from the point of impact, and debris and dust rained down.
The entire building was shaking.
But it didn't collapse.
Tom was jolted by the shockwave and rolled to the corner of the wall, his ears ringing.
Then more voices came in.
From afar, from all directions.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The shells landed in Hegang Town.
The sound was so dense it was like drumbeats.
Tom could feel the ground shaking; each explosion caused the concrete to tremble slightly.
Dust poured down from every crack in the ceiling, and the air quickly became murky.
He counted.
Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen...
The shelling lasted for about two minutes.
Then it stopped.
silence.
The only sounds were the soft rustling of dust settling on the ground and the crackling of distant buildings ablaze.
Tom loosened his hands from his head, coughed, and spat out the ash from his mouth.
My ears are still ringing, but I can hear sounds now.
He checked his AR-15; it wasn't stuck.
Then he felt a surge of heat.
It surged up from my chest and climbed up my spine.
It is that force.
The divine messenger comes from the power of the Lord.
The tinnitus subsided quickly, vision became clear, and muscle soreness disappeared.
He stood up and looked around.
The other six team members also crawled out from behind the cover, covered in dust, but with clear eyes.
No one was seriously injured.
"It's a test firing."
Tom said, his voice a little hoarse.
"They are in school."
He walked to the broken window of the gas station and cautiously poked half his head out.
In the distance, the tank convoy had advanced to within a mile.
Six M1A2 tanks, their gun barrels pointed towards Hegang Town.
Armored personnel carriers followed behind the tanks, their doors open, and soldiers were disembarking to establish a defensive line using the vehicles as cover.
Further away, the artillery positions opened fire again.
This time it's a volley.
Twelve shells pierced the sky, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
The destination is not a gas station.
It is inside Hegang Town.
The explosions continued in succession.
Tom looked away.
He raised his rifle, butt against his shoulder, and locked onto the nearest armored vehicle through the ACOG scope.
There was a person sitting in the driver's seat.
Blonde hair, profile view, speaking into a communicator.
"Irish, pshaw, the flesh and blood pawns of capitalism!"
Tom pulled the trigger.
boom!
The bullet flew out.
The driver's side window shattered, revealing spiderweb-like cracks.
The people in the car suddenly turned their heads.
Tom pulled the trigger a second time.
boom!
The second bullet.
They hit almost the same spot.
The center of the crack was penetrated.
The bullet entered the driver's seat, pierced the headrest, and lodged in the back of the man's neck.
Binggou!
Gundam acquired!
Blood splattered on the windshield.
The vehicle lost control, veered to one side, and crashed into the rear of the vehicle in front.
Tom moved the gun barrel.
"Atone for your sins!"
He spoke in a low voice, as if reciting a prayer.
"Witness the power of the Lord."
boom! boom! boom!
Inside the gas station, six other guns opened fire simultaneously.
Seven men, seven AR-15s, all firing semi-automatic bursts.
The target is the driver's seat of all armored vehicles.
The bullet traced an almost parallel trajectory in the air.
In the first round of firing, all four vehicles went out of control.
The second round, three vehicles.
In the third round, the remaining cars began to reverse.
But eleven cars were already stopped on the road, and the people in the driver's seats were no longer moving.
The tank turret began to rotate.
Slowly, steadily, like a giant beast turning its head.
The barrel of the 120mm smoothbore cannon was lowered and aimed at the gas station.
Muzzle stabilizing ring locked.
Tom saw that action.
"Fuck!"
boom!
The muzzle flash exploded.