Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

The old man in military uniform with two bars and three stars on his shoulders tried to restrain the trembling caused by cold and fear. He couldn't even make any extra expressions. All that was left on his face was numb seriousness and coldness.

The confidentiality level of this military operation in the system was top secret, and it was directly responsible to the central government. Before departure, the superiors had required each of them to sign a confidentiality agreement. The commander originally thought it was a military exercise against the enemy roaming along the coast. Today's international situation is not friendly to the country. In order to maintain their hegemony in the world, the Americans are suppressing the country's development space indefinitely through the form of island chains, and are arbitrarily crossing the inland sea and the two sides of the strait under the pretext of free navigation. The increasingly frequent live-fire exercises also indicate that a war may be imminent.

But it was not until he crossed the thunder curtain with amazing momentum that the commander realized what kind of enemy he was facing.

Politically speaking, every Communist is a firm materialist, but at this moment the old man's faith is being shaken.

Because the ones who appeared in front of him were definitely not the imaginary enemies he had faced in the exercises, but the demons that had torn open the cracks of hell and escaped from the unknown abyss.

The wall of sighs composed of dozens or hundreds of Type 99A main battle tanks roared over the jeep that the commander was riding in.

The barrage in front was still clearing the black shadows that stood up from the puddles on the asphalt road like a brush made of steel brushing the stains on soap.

But this place is close to the farthest distance that the artillery unit can support. If it goes further, it can only clear the field by firing short-range missiles by vehicle-mounted artillery.

But this elevated road is very strange. If it goes deeper, the guidance effect of short-range missiles will also fail. Those powerful weapons will become blind in the air and may even accidentally injure friendly forces in the end.

Huge branch-shaped lightning occasionally poured from the gray-black clouds into the dark abyss on both sides of the elevated road. The lightning in the far distance illuminated the armed helicopter formation and the huge dragons that finally stopped fighting in the rainstorm and entered the confrontation stage. The overlapping wings of the dragons cast a hundred-meter-long shadow on the armored group that was advancing deep into the elevated road, like the fierce beasts in mythology that covered the sky and the sun and could eat countless people at will.

The heavy rain blurred the commander's vision, but he still looked up.

As long as the dragons retreated a little further, the short-range missiles would no longer be able to lock on them. At this time, the anti-aircraft artillery transferred from various places would need to be used.

The dense armored cluster charge adopted by 99A at this time basically disappeared from the battlefield after World War II, but it was very suitable for this place. The number of shadows seemed endless. They ran wildly from the slightly inclined elevated road like a black tide, setting off wave after wave of huge waves, which were smashed into pieces in front of the dense artillery fire that fell in a parabola like a long river of fierce light.

The firepower coverage range ended about 100 meters ahead. The Wall of Sighs continued to advance. The commander in the rear was definitely a real madman. The artillery fire finally stopped until the armored cluster entered the firepower coverage range 50 meters away.

After a short period of dead silence, the sound of the storm rushed into the old man's eardrum.

The sound of the low-altitude helicopter rotor tearing the air was as harsh as the roar of a wind demon. More air support troops appeared in the sky behind. They roared like giant steel knights in the pale and chaotic sky after the dark clouds were dispersed.

At this time, the 125mm smoothbore guns on the Type 99A main battle tanks arranged in a wall sounded like a storm.

They were wrapped in a pool of water as high as a person rolled up by the tracks. The splashes turned into a pink light curtain in a moment, and then there was a thunderous roar in the distance. The dazzling blue-white lightning produced by the explosion of the shells and the broken limbs of the shadows on the messy asphalt road that seemed to be plowed were lifted up to a height of more than ten meters.

This elevated road blessed by God was like a vibrating drum skin in the dense sound, and the soil and small stones were shaken up and down. The roar of the shoulder-fired individual rocket launcher could be heard between the tanks.

After the first round of shelling, the momentum of the heroes' charge forward was completely stopped. This did not mean that they were afraid, but just because the dense artillery fire cleared a huge high-temperature dead area between the two positions.

The relatively optimistic battle situation and the continuously advancing positions made the commander's actions calm down a little. He no longer nervously looked around to find the giant dragons rising from the abyss on both sides to launch a sudden attack on their armored cluster. After straightening up, his back, which was in excruciating pain due to bone hyperplasia, slowly bent. He leaned back in the relatively soft seat and breathed a sigh of relief.

This unprecedented war proved for the first time that the iron fist of the Republic could easily crush gods and demons.

But just as he was thinking this, a ball of flame with extremely high speed and high heat radiation was thrown down from the sky in the distance.

No, it was not a throw, but a jet! A giant dragon with a body size far larger than that of an armed helicopter flapped its wings and spewed out this attack from its mouth. The golden eyes that no one dared to look directly at were densely covered with fine bloodshot, and coldly overlooked the huge tank turrets that looked hideous in the chaotic sky light.

It was just a ball of fire. Those brainless beasts would never understand what the frontal armor of the 99A meant. With the triple armor...

The old man's thoughts were suddenly interrupted because the ball of fire hit the turret of a tank in front of the jeep.

His body suddenly leaned forward, and his pupils contracted. The place where the flame broke out was as sharp as a welding light, and a huge amount of dust was raised from the ground. The surrounding water vapor was completely evaporated in one second, and the water vapor spread like fog.

A strange cracking sound came almost at the same time as the sharp light, and the moment the flame hit, it triggered the reactive armor of the 99A tank.

The effect of the Word Spirit. Junyan in Chu Zihang's hands is to instantly heat the air to a rare high temperature, then shrink, sucking in the dust in the air, and producing a dust explosion. In the hands of this dragon, it is more like an anti-tank missile.

Or worse.

Because the extreme high temperature sticks to the front of the tank like a sticky liquid that cannot be shaken off, the first thing to be destroyed is the reactive armor, and then its wedge armor and composite armor also quickly melt into bright red molten iron, which flows down along the body and tracks of the tank.

Then, this incredible heat flow completely cut through the armor of the Type 99A in a few seconds. It rushed forward with thick smoke and soon left the neatly arranged Wall of Sighs. During the brief pause in the artillery fire, the tank driver used his last strength to drive this steel monster into the tide of heroes.

It was quickly submerged.

But it was still moving forward until it had rushed into the black tide for more than ten meters before it stopped with an explosion from inside the vehicle. Its turret was blown away, and the warhead and fuel tank were obviously severely damaged. The gushing shock wave and flames affected all the heroes within a radius of nearly ten meters.

Another tank immediately completed the charge array of the armored cluster. The asphalt road trembled slightly under the heavy impact of the tracks, and the veins on the back of the commander's clenched hands jumped violently.

The dragons fly very fast, and ordinary bullets hitting their scales can't hurt them at all. Even the air-to-air missiles fired by armed helicopters can hardly cause fatal injuries to them. The large-caliber airborne machine guns can only cause tearing effects after breaking through the transparent film and scales on their bodies.

Without air superiority, the armored cluster is almost doomed to die when it encounters a large-scale dragon attack. Even if they have a large number of armed helicopters as air support at this moment, they are only temporarily using air-to-air confrontation and short-range missiles that can effectively kill them to deter the dragons.

At this moment, the old man in the jeep has a sense of powerlessness when the armored cluster on the plain encounters the enemy's armed helicopter formation, but the dragons are far more dangerous and more powerful than armed helicopters. They fight with the air formation, and the battle loss ratio is almost close to one to five or even higher.

In just over ten minutes of fighting, the number of armed helicopters lost by the side has reached double digits, and the effective damage they caused to the dragons still depends on the three short-range missiles.

At this time, the military green-painted crawler finally arrived at the front line of the battlefield along the trajectory of the Wall of Sighs in front.

Dozens of Type 95 25mm self-propelled anti-aircraft guns.

This is an active anti-aircraft gun. Relying on advanced radar sighting and optoelectronic fire control systems, they can detect incoming air targets at a long distance. And the four-barrel anti-aircraft guns they installed can fire 3,000 rounds per minute, and the 25mm caliber shells can briefly interweave an airspace restricted area.

Further back is a larger number of Type 59 57mm anti-aircraft guns mixed in infantry divisions.

This powerful but slow-firing anti-aircraft gun was put into mass production in 1965, and was gradually retired after the subsequent international situation stabilized. Now there are so many of them in such a place.

Obviously, when formulating this operation, the executors had already anticipated the situation they would face at this time. Armed helicopters, short-range missiles and armored clusters could not fight against the flexible dragons in the air.

The armor-piercing shells and incendiary bombs fired by anti-aircraft guns can effectively kill dragons. Even the powerful second-generation species cannot take care of their whole body when facing dense steel barrage, and the kinetic energy of anti-aircraft guns is far from comparable to that of aircraft-mounted machine guns or any kind of missile fragments.

The commander has long realized that those huge winged lizards are actually very similar to fighter planes in World War II. Their flying speed cannot be compared with the supersonic stealth fighters currently in service in the army, and they can use powerful supernatural powers to attack.

Their bodies are covered with some incomprehensible force fields and hard scales. Relying on those force fields and scales, they can deflect or even rebound most direct hits from kinetic weapons.

But if the kinetic energy is huge enough, bullets can also penetrate the field and dragon scales.

The dragon group has not yet realized what kind of weapons they are about to face. They are still hovering above the asphalt road, unwilling to continue to attack, but the space is still echoing with passionate chanting. Obviously, they are not ready to just sit there and wait for death. Word spirits are still the real reliance of dragons to stand at the top of the food chain.

The Heroic Spirits continued to attack the wall of death built by tank fire like waves.

Heroic Spirits are pure consumables for the Nibelungen. The energy of the Kingdom of God is almost endless. It can support the almost unlimited birth of such an army of undead.

Even if the dragon left its embryo, it would take hundreds or thousands of years to resurrect. According to the prophecy, the coming of Ragnarok is imminent. The dragons are not direct descendants of Odin. They are just temporarily living here waiting for the arrival of the final moment.

No one wants to miss the final battle, which is called the end. The so-called great restraint of history is both destruction and rebirth. If anyone can get the gene generously shared by the supreme who has returned from the resurgence, he will become the god of the new era.

At this time, dense screams finally sounded from behind the commander, and pieces of bullets and tracers connected into lines spewed out from the muzzle of the anti-aircraft gun.

A moment later, the sky was covered with dense fire nets.

The initial velocity of the armor-piercing shells fired by the anti-aircraft gun can exceed one thousand meters per second, close to three times the speed of sound. The sparks connected into lines in front of everyone are actually tracers mixed in ordinary armor-piercing shells.

Even the most powerful next-generation species, their dynamic vision cannot capture things that reach three times the speed of sound. But when the woven web of light and flames rose from the ground, the dragons still felt a fatal threat. They flapped their wings to escape from that airspace, but were instantly submerged by tons of steel bullets.

The air defense system originally used ten times the ammunition to intercept possible threats. When the anti-aircraft guns in World War II fired at the B17, they fired a barrage of bullets in a fixed area on the flight path, so the pilots would be horrified to see a black cloud in front of the plane.

What the dragons saw now was not much different from what the B17 pilots witnessed back then, except that today's anti-aircraft guns are more dangerous, with a firing rate of dozens or hundreds of times.

A terrifying roar sounded among the dragons. Scarlet blood was splashed from the sky, like a bloody rain.

But suddenly a high-pitched chanting voice overwhelmed all the noise. It was the smaller dragon among the dragons. His golden eyes were a cold dark gold. The anti-aircraft gun shells fell on his scales and immediately burst into scattered metal debris.

Then a huge area with ionization on the surface spread out from the dragon as the center, and soon covered half of the sky. The anti-aircraft gun shells rotated and drilled holes on the surface of the area like unwilling snakes, but they only drilled less than ten centimeters into the inside, and all the kinetic energy disappeared. Hundreds of thousands of shells were embedded in the edge of the area, like iron rain solidified in the air.

The commander's face became ugly.

But the next scene made him feel relieved.

The anti-aircraft gun commander in the rear obviously realized that the armor-piercing shells could not penetrate the transparent film, and immediately switched to high-energy incendiary shells, so the sky-high flames immediately spread to the edge of the area, and after a moment, the area was completely shattered with a low roar.

The overwhelming flames fell down, and they were completely extinguished before they fell into the air.

Then the anti-aircraft guns completely suppressed the dragon group. Although they could not cause fatal damage to them, the armor-piercing shells could always find the gaps in the scales and drill into their flesh and blood.

The unbearable pain forced them to retreat with their wounded wings. Without the protection of these dragons, the defense line of the heroes was also collapsing. The armored cluster charged forward, and the rain curtain in the sky dissipated with it. The chaotic sky gradually appeared above the clouds.

Just when the commander thought the victory was decided, an accident still happened.

A certain crisp sound echoed in this world, as if something from the outside had torn it apart.

Everyone looked around in horror.

Then strong electromagnetic waves gathered above the battlefield, and a huge electromagnetic storm surged from the depths of the tide of heroes to this side of the elevated road. The commander saw with his own eyes the tiny sparks sensed on the tank antenna.

The electrical control system of the entire armored cluster failed, and something released an effect similar to an electromagnetic pulse.

Just when he was still confused, the sound of heavy horse hooves echoed between heaven and earth.

It was getting closer and closer, more and more rapid, as if a giant beast was galloping towards them.

Then the crisis broke out in the middle of the armored cluster.

A huge cluster of branched lightning fell from the dark clouds that had not yet completely dispersed, landing on a tank, and then spreading around, instantly destroying nearly ten Type 99As nearby.

A brilliant light was reflected in the commander's pupils, and a tall human figure stood in the light, sitting astride an eight-legged horse.

Without giving any orders, all weapons that were still able to operate fired at the dangerous figure.

But he just raised the spear in his hand, and the barrage that almost drowned him from all directions stopped in the air.

The terrifying kinetic energy disappeared instantly.

Then the figure in the fierce light raised his head slightly, and the iron rain stagnant in the air flew up to the sky with its tip pointing upwards. A moment later, a terrifying explosion sounded in the air.

"Fuck you!" The commander cursed, his heart trembling slightly, realizing that they could no longer use artillery or tank ammunition to suppress such an opponent, because all shells would become weapons in the hands of the opponent.

Just now was a warning.

"The front team becomes the rear team, the people behind, keep firing at the elevated road, don't let any monster out!"

The old man, who couldn't even straighten his back, suddenly took off a black bayonet from his calf, put on special glasses to block the light on Odin that ordinary people couldn't look at directly, and jumped off the jeep.

The only good news is that this ghost thing is not interested in the life and death of the monsters in front. The tank can still suppress the heroes, but it can no longer use the electronic control system to communicate and move.

The bottom door of each tank was opened, and the tank driver jumped out. In the back, soldiers holding rifles trotted on the asphalt road with military boots to the area cleared by Odin.

The artillery fire continued, but it was silent here.

"Comrades! The time has come for the Party and the people to test us!" The old man tried his best to look directly at the majestic figure in the fierce light. He gritted his teeth and almost bit them to bleed.

"Everyone! Put on bayonets!"

It's just that we can't use bullets and shells. It doesn't matter. We still have bayonets in our hands. (End of this chapter)