1536 Etiquette for Welcoming Guests
On the concrete ground that had been leveled long ago, next to a missile launching vehicle that had already erected a missile launcher, the tail flame of the missile blew up a cloud of dust.
Amidst the tumbling smoke, a missile rushed directly into the sky, and then quickly adjusted its flight direction several hundred meters above the ground.
On the horizon, countless trails of white smoke rose into the sky, and the anti-aircraft missile positions of the Alan Hill Empire finally started to counterattack.
These long-range anti-aircraft missiles directly intercepted the Sweeper vehicles that were entering the atmosphere, and blasted the Sweeper vehicles that had not had time to land to pieces.
At the same time, on the defensive position of the Alan Hill Empire, near the reverse slope of the mountain, a series of thickened concrete gates were slowly opened.
Then a specially made platform revealed itself bit by bit along the track—the electromagnetic gun with a huge caliber raised its barrel after completely fixing its gun position.
The electromagnetic gun, which has a clear advantage in range, began to roar at the same time as the missile position boiled. The shiny gun barrel fired extremely fast cannonballs, firing non-stop towards the distant sky.
A falling Sweeper spaceship suddenly seemed to have hit something, shattered in the air, and turned into a pile of scattered debris and evaporated in the atmosphere.
On the other side of the battlefield, the Crusher bomber group that was about to approach the Alan Hill Empire's position was suddenly intercepted by the Alan Hill Empire air defense missiles that soared into the sky, and suffered heavy losses in an instant.
These Crusher bombers, who had been beaten into a mess by the F-15 fighter group just now, were reorganized and were disrupted again.
One after another, the large bombers fell to the ground, and the remaining Watchman Air Force planes began to scramble to avoid the anti-aircraft missiles that were constantly correcting their trajectory.
The latest visual imaging tracking guided missiles are very accurate, and there is almost no possibility of being deceived. Once locked by them, it is definitely a very difficult thing to get rid of.
What's more interesting is that these new missiles use more advanced engines, have a longer range and fly faster, and are very difficult to deal with.
Coupled with the powerful warhead that is mutually supported by the unique magic and charge, the damage capability of this missile is also outstanding. It looks smaller, but in fact it is many times more powerful.
While the Watcher bombers that were avoiding these missiles were still dispersing in embarrassment, the shells of the electromagnetic anti-aircraft gun penetrated one of the bombers.
Because the speed was too fast and the power was too great, the Watcher's Crusher bomber broke in two instantly, and the huge fuselage seemed to be a piece of torn rag.
In the end, as the last anti-aircraft missile swayed out of an S-shaped trajectory and hit the last Crusher bomber, there was no more Watcher aircraft in the sky.
In the farther sky, the Prowler fighter jets are fleeing at an accelerated speed, and the F-15 fighter unit is also withdrawing from the battlefield. In the farther sky, there are countless meteors falling, and the watchman's reinforcements are densely packed in the farther area fell above the Higgs 5.
"The enemy's anti-aircraft firepower is very powerful... We tried to approach each other in the air, and paid a very heavy price..." A sweeper walked up to his companion who was standing on a high place watching the battle in the distance, and began to report.
"Ah...these damned insects are really dying!" The sweeper staring at the distance sighed bitterly, and then suddenly turned around: "The attack of the ground troops has been blocked, so more follow-up The troops are deployed!"
"As you wish! My lord!" The sweeper nodded, turned and left the high ground.
In the underground headquarters of the Alan Hill Empire, Andre was standing in front of the map table, watching the encirclement of the enemy expand little by little.
He never thought of eating up the enemy's landing force with a ground counterattack, because that was purely a waste of his limited forces.
For him who does not have enough reserves,
Arranging the troops in your hands on the line of defense and relying on solid fortifications to block the enemy layer by layer is the safest and most efficient way of defense.
As for defensive counterattack, he really doesn't want to think about it—the opponent's space fleet has already driven away his own space fleet, and under the premise of losing air supremacy, "driving the landing force into the sea" is completely just wishful thinking of the defender That's all.
What Andre can't wait for now is to be able to entangle with the opponent's offensive force, so that the opponent's space fleet cannot take advantage of the suppression of long-range firepower.
Don't come to a watchman version of orbital bombing at that time, then he will really suffer heavy losses.
"General! The enemy's air attack has temporarily stopped, and all the fighter wings are taking supplementary rest." An officer walked up behind Andre, stood at attention and saluted and reported the situation in the air.
"Very good! Clean up the ammunition inventory and adjust the allocation in time... We may have to persist here for a long time, don't waste the reserves!" Andre nodded, and then asked.
"Yes! General!" The clone officer replied with another salute.
Andre looked at the clone adjutant standing on the other side of him again, and asked, "Has the enemy's landing point been determined?"
The adjutant immediately raised his head and replied: "Yes! General! We have driven two-thirds of the enemy's vehicles that entered the atmosphere to the designated area, and the computer has roughly calculated the most densely populated landing place of the enemy."
"I hope we can surprise our guests!" Andre nodded again, his tone full of ridicule.
The adjutant also showed a slight smile, and said, "I hope! They may not know yet, how long we have prepared for today's welcome ceremony!"
"Then... let's start!" Andre felt that he could start to fight back.
Of course, his counterattack will definitely not be the low-end way of using soldiers to launch a counterattack on the ground-he is going to set off a huge firework for the guards to see.
"Launch Dongfeng HM-5 ballistic missile! Let our guests see the mushroom cloud!" After Andre finished speaking, he looked at the officer beside him.
The officer nodded slightly, grabbed the phone in front of him, and ordered loudly: "Launch the first round of nuclear bombs! For His Majesty the Emperor!"
"His Majesty the Emperor...Long live!" On the other side of the phone, the officer on duty pressed the red launch button in front of him, and a nuclear bomb soared into the sky, dragging a long thick smoke, and rushed to the place where the earth meets the sky in the distance .
"Long live my emperor!" Another missile silo was lowered, and the officer turned the launch key, and then pressed the launch switch.
The same Dongfeng FM-5 ballistic missile flew straight into the sky and flew towards the area where the guards gathered.
"For Alan Hill!" Farther away, in another missile silo, a clone soldier with a QR code on his forehead pressed the launch switch of the missile.
The smoke from the third missile spewed out from the smoke outlet next to the missile silo, and the missile body over 20 meters long slowly flew out of the silo, gradually going away and finally disappearing behind the clouds.
More than a dozen missile silos were launched at the same time, and more than a dozen nuclear bombs carrying large-yield warheads flew towards the targets that had been calculated in advance.
These places are the pre-mapped target areas of the Alan Hill Empire. The purpose of the counterattack just now is to drive all the watchmen's landing troops to these deliberately vacated areas.
"It is estimated that if all the missiles hit the target, the enemy's landing force will be destroyed by more than 75%!" The adjutant said to Andre, looking at the light spots on the map that were approaching the target area.
"Is this good news?" Andre asked noncommittally.
"Forget it! General! In addition, the death list is out. We lost 2,100 puppet robots, 491 fighter jets of various types, and 113 clone pilots." The adjutant looked at the tablet and said.
Andre was silent for a second, and then let out a foul breath: "Compared to the enemy's loss, our loss can be said to be insignificant."
"Yes! General! But you know, the longer the delay, the greater our losses will be." The adjutant explained calmly.
Andre nodded: "I know, so I have to try my best to pull as many enemies as possible before we collapse."
"You are right, General." The adjutant smiled and nodded in agreement.
Just as the guard's army gradually approached the outer edge of the Irish Empire's defensive position, an inconspicuous black spot rushed into the landing field behind them at dozens of times the speed of sound.
In the sky hundreds of meters above the ground, this black spot suddenly burst into light shining like thousands of suns, releasing terrifying energy in an instant.
The nearby sweepers were instantly vaporized and disappeared, and the Destroyer tanks farther away were also shredded and then rolled and blown away.
Before they could utter a scream, all the sweepers around the explosion returned to their energy state, and the sweepers and destroyers in the distance were all turned into tumbling and colliding pieces under the devastation of the spreading shock wave.
A little further away, the Destroyer tank was lifted into the air by the airflow, and the sweepers on the ground were also pierced through by the flying sand and stones.
A catastrophe suddenly appeared, devastating the army of Watchers who had just landed on the Higgs 5 into disarray.
Just as the light gradually dissipated, a tumbling mushroom cloud blew away the white clouds above the head, pushing the clouds into a huge ring.
The mushroom-shaped clouds that are constantly steaming upwards are still expanding, spreading, and pulling the surrounding air. Meanwhile, the spreading shock wave and thermal radiation have reached a place two kilometers away.
The airflow is compressed and torn, and eventually oscillates repeatedly. The sweepers and destroyers wrapped in the airflow are like paper towels in a washing machine, repeatedly beaten and torn, drifting with the flow, and finally broken into powder.
One wave has not settled down, another has risen again, the mushroom cloud here is still rolling in the sky, and another mushroom cloud over there has already bloomed.
Countless Watcher troops were thrown into the air, and the Watcher aircraft that were still landing in the sky were also doomed and fell directly.
The entire earth seemed to tremble with each explosion, and the watchman's troops had already lost a large amount of troops before they saw the enemy.
Standing on the high ground in the distance, the Watcher Commander, who was watching what happened in front of him, had a distorted face that was extremely difficult to see.
That face, which was already disgusting to the extreme, could no longer be described in words. It is simply a masterpiece of bad taste, a most subversive and vicious interpretation of beauty.
"These damned bacteria!... Shameless and cunning people of Ellanhill! Do they know that this is stealing the power of the universe! Do they know that this is a blasphemy against the law? They will eventually pay for their stupidity! Pay the price!" Watching the sweeper troops disappearing in front of thousands, the watchman commander standing on the high slope clenched his fists.
"Order! Continue to attack! I want to eat their commander myself! Use it to calm my anger!" He waved his arm and shouted hoarsely.
In the universe, the 2nd Fleet commanded by Bakarov, who has already reached the flank of the Watcher Fleet and is less than 3.5 million kilometers away from the Watcher Fleet, has already aimed its guns at the 1st Fleet and is chasing and attacking the 1st Fleet. Keeper of the fleet.
"General! All warships are ready to fire!" the adjutant walked behind Bakarov and reminded him with a salute.
"Fire!" Bakarov ordered coldly.
He was the former consul of the Holy Demon Empire, and the former ruthless ruler of the eastern region. If he was said to be an amiable uncle, many people would not believe it.
As a magician and a general who fights all the year round, he is not a good man or a believer, but a decisive and ruthless character.
Following his order, countless energy rays shot at the enemy fleet in the distance. As soon as the attack from the flanks started, the Guardian's fleet suffered losses.
A Judgment warship as huge as a mountain was pierced through the hull, and the crash exploded and broke apart.
Another battleship evaded the incoming light urgently, but behind it, another battleship that had no time to dodge was hit by the energy beam and instantly exploded into pieces.
Before the wreckage of the warships of the Ellanhill Empire floating in the universe had time to be recovered and eaten by the watchmen, fragments of the warships of the watchmen were added.
For a while, there were floating cosmic garbage everywhere, broken barbs from the Warden spaceship and the spacesuit of the Alan Hill Empire floating next to it.
Next to the arm of the puppet robot is the arm of the sweeper, and next to the broken bridge of the Alan Hill Empire is the bow of the guardian warship. Behind the steel plates painted with artistic numerals, there is only half of the wreckage of the warship Warden.
Compared with the fighting on the ground, the battle in space has already reached a feverish level. The watchman did not expect the fleet of the Alan Hill Empire to be so powerful, and the fleet commanders of the Alan Hill Empire have never encountered it. A tough opponent like the Watcher.