Chapter 289: The Loyal Boltgun is Worth It
While the artillery fire was coming, those mechanical monsters had already rushed over a long distance in a few minutes.
With the firepower on the 9th Company's position temporarily extinguished, their speed of movement was extremely fast.
But when the grenade launcher roared again in Valenzuan's hands, these charging mechanical monsters suffered a severe blow.
A loyal heavy bolter with power you can trust!
Targets that were hit head-on had no chance of survival. If a light unit like a cyborg or a robot dog was hit by a single round, their entire body would be shattered to pieces. This was not an adjective, it was really shattered completely in the explosion of the heavy bomb, the power was completely excessive.
Even the large combat machine called "Crab" by the Alliance, a mechanical monster with four legs, a height of two and a half meters, and a firepower platform equipped with machine guns and projectile mortars, would be finished after two rounds. Their thin armor could not withstand the strafing of the grenade launcher. The synthetic armor-piercing warheads penetrated, and the explosives contained in them detonated from the inside. It only took two rounds to blow two large holes in the "Crab", and then it was paralyzed.
Among the enemy forces, the few unmanned Challenger tanks were also unable to withstand the heavy bombs.
Although the Challenger tanks used by Blackbird themselves are much stronger than the castrated versions they sold to the old Alliance in the past, ordinary grenade launchers may not be able to break them, but heavy bolters are another matter.
One was hit by three heavy bombs, which made three holes in it and caused it to implode.
There was no driver in the Challenger, so there was no possibility that the driver was killed by the explosion and the tank stopped operating. However, one of the three bombs hit the power system or the control system, and the explosion caused a devastating effect on the tank.
These are the threats caused by the heavy bombs that hit directly. Even if the heavy bombs didn't hit, they still posed a considerable threat. When it sensed the target, the power of the mid-air explosion was three times that of an ordinary grenade launcher. The impact of the explosion and the flying shrapnel would kill light units such as cyborgs and robot dogs within a range of three to five meters.
Just a roaring heavy bolter was enough to suppress the charging enemies again.
This weapon is the most expensive and powerful one among the weapons distributed to the company-level infantry units by the Alliance. Its cost is even more expensive than that of conventional heavy artillery, and its range is not as far as that of artillery. However, the effect it can play within the range is worthy of its price. After being distributed to various companies, it quickly became the core tactical weapon of the company-level.
The roar of the heavy bombs became like a horn at this moment.
The soldiers who had lowered their heads during the previous bombardment now leaned out and began to attack the enemy fiercely.
Suddenly, a large number of enemies were suppressed and could no longer advance.
But the enemy's numbers are far greater than theirs, and they will not retreat easily.
Light weapons are hard to use, and showing up to shoot at them is disrespectful to heavy bolters, as those mechanical monsters are not that stupid. However, other weapons can be used.
The turrets of several Challenger tanks were rotating. They had obviously calculated the trajectory of the heavy bolter and roughly locked onto the position of Captain Valenzuan. In addition, the Crabs were doing the same thing. The indirect fire mortars installed on their firing platforms had enough range to hit Valenzuan. Many drones were whizzing over. The submachine guns on them were enough to shoot down from top to bottom, over the foxholes and the bunkers set up by the engineers next to the heavy bolter firing points, directly threatening the personnel operating the guns...
Valenzuan, who was suddenly targeted, fell into an extremely dangerous situation almost in an instant.
But at this time, his mind was also extremely clear.
He couldn't move his position because the heavy bolter had no mobility and was too heavy for one person to lift. It required four or five soldiers to operate it.
At this time, the only way to survive is to fight back.
Even if there is no chance of survival, we must kill as many enemies as possible before we die.
He accurately identified the biggest threat: the Challenger tanks, and turned his gun barrels towards the enemy.
The tank two kilometers away was still not a big target, but the superior performance of the heavy bolter ensured that he could hit it with a high probability as long as he aimed. And he didn't need to pursue a perfect hit, as long as he kept firing, the recoil of the gun was transferred to the ground by the bracket fixed to the ground with nails, and he used his tenacious will and arm strength to keep the muzzle rotating to ensure that the trajectory of the heavy bolter was distributed within the range he wanted.
One after another...two Challenger tanks were destroyed by heavy explosive bombs.
At the same time, the soldiers in the company were not just watching the show.
In the previous bombardment, the entire 9th Company suffered heavy losses. But unlike the 3rd Company that collapsed at the first blow, they at least dug fortifications and were not completely wiped out.
The surviving soldiers used whatever weapons they could and began to fight back.
Two mortars were still firing; each squad took out a rocket launcher and started firing at the distance; several precision shooters in the company, using newly issued laser guns with scopes, specifically aimed at the combat drones flying in the sky.
The battle became extremely intense.
The losses of those mechanical monsters were already very heavy. They should have realized that this was not a successful attack and retreating might be a better option at this moment.
But they didn't.
In other words, there is no possibility for them to retreat.
Their main force was still behind them, suffering from the fiercest artillery bombardment of the alliance and facing the assault of an elite synthetic battalion. They were here to find a way out for the main force.
There were more than 2,000 of them in total, including drones and tanks, but they were blocked by a small infantry company. This was unacceptable. In their battle command logic, they had to take it down at all costs.
Their mission is to open up a path step by step.
But unfortunately, the mission of the 9th Company is to intercept the enemy here at all costs.
They had done well enough. After the sudden engagement and intensive long-range artillery bombardment, they were still able to maintain their combat effectiveness. Even in the process of the enemy's aggressive assault, a large number of their manpower were destroyed, including three tanks.
Valenzuan turned his gun towards the fourth tank, and the enemy's turret also turned around. But he was confident that he could destroy it with heavy bombs before the enemy opened fire.
At this moment, the heavy bomb in his hand suddenly stopped firing.
He just glanced sideways and saw that the private soldier who had just joined the army and was supplying him with ammunition had been shot several times and was now dead.
It wasn't at the same time, the three gunshot wounds on his legs, waist, and shoulders should have been there for a while. But during this process, perhaps the sound of the heavy grenade launcher was too loud, he didn't even hear a cry of pain.
It is also possible that the little soldier did not shout out loud.
He just endured the pain silently and insisted on doing his task until a combat drone in the sky shot another bullet into his head, killing him completely and ending his work.
The external hand-cranked magazine feed was not being used, and after a belt of ammunition had been fired, new shells were not loaded.
Valenzuan looked calm and not panicking. He was still thinking of a solution at the last moment. He planned to load the ammunition belt himself and then call other soldiers to help.
However, these were just thoughts and no action was taken. The muzzle of the tank, which was already aimed at him, emitted an orange-yellow flame and a shell flew towards him.
The shell hit the front baffle of the grenade launcher, piercing it. The unstable shell grazed Valenzuan's face, taking away half of his head and a shoulder.
Blood splattered on the heavy bolter, and his remaining eye blinked twice, but he could do nothing and fell with his head raised.
The heavy bolter was shut down, allowing the conservatively suppressed enemies to charge at full speed again.
In a short period of time, the Challenger tank that killed Captain Valenzuan had already arrived within a few hundred meters of the 9th Company's position with its infantry and mechanical dogs.
At this distance, the rifles in the soldiers' hands could exert their full power, but at the same time, the firearms in the hands of the modified people became more powerful. Some mechanical dogs began to rush out of the group, running quickly, and the submachine guns on their backs also began to shoot. Although the submachine guns were very accurate at this distance, the increased firepower density would still cause trouble for the soldiers of the 9th Company.
The battle between the two sides entered the most intense stage, and the company's casualties began to increase.
What was more critical was the lack of the heavy bolter, the core firepower point, and there was a tendency for the situation to become unstoppable.
But the next moment, the grenade launcher fired again.
This time, it was the company instructor who took action.
In fact, it was not just him. Several soldiers tried to control the heavy bolter, but all their attempts failed. At least four soldiers lost their lives in the attempts.
But under their cover, the usually gentle instructor managed to rush over. He dragged his injured leg and shook the ammunition feeder vigorously, and at this time, another soldier rushed in.
"You go and fight!" The instructor's voice was already hoarse when he shouted.
The corporal operated the heavy bolter and successfully destroyed the Challenger tank that led the charge, avenging their company commander.
But before they could fight for long, several drones attacked. The precision shooters in the company were already trying their best to stop them, and the red laser beams shot down several drones in mid-air, but there was still one drone that came very close to the heavy bomb firepower point and poured a round of submachine gun bullets from top to bottom.
After the bullets were used up, the two men in the foxhole were no longer moving.
Then the third group went up.
But the third group had only fired a few shots before the mechanical monsters seemed unable to bear it any longer.
A new round of whistling sounds came from the sky. This was another long-range bombardment from the enemy artillery positions at least ten kilometers away.
Moreover, this round of shelling lasted a particularly long time, and a large number of shells fell.
After the explosion, the entire position of the 9th Company was quiet.
The foxhole that was the tactical core of the entire company and housed the heavy bolter was filled with corpses. The bolter that was supposed to be fixed there was still there.
The metal baffle in front of it had been severely deformed and the bracket that fixed it was crooked, but the metal baffle was still there, just stained with the blood of countless people.
After the shelling ended, the mechanical soldiers began to move forward.
For a long while, no more fire came from the human soldiers' positions.
But they still acted cautiously.
In order to capture this position, the mechanical assault team of more than 2,000 people had lost more than one-third of its original six Challenger tanks.
The victory was achieved at such a high price...
No, not yet.
When the first few mechanical dogs rushed forward and approached within a hundred meters of the position, the familiar sound of heavy bombs rang out again.
Sergeant Dimitrao, a defeated soldier from the 3rd Company of the 2nd Regiment, picked up his heavy explosive weapon which was miraculously still intact, and not only wiped out the mechanical dogs that were advancing forward, but also blew up the last Challenger tank.
Dimitra didn't know where he got the courage from.
Earlier, when the 3rd Company was breached, they were beaten so badly that they could only run away. After being intercepted by the 9th Company, they were almost regarded as deserters.
He and a dozen other defeated soldiers had very low morale at that time. The panic of surviving a disaster and the confusion of not knowing where to go occupied their hearts.
They had seen with their own eyes that the number of mechanical armies that opened up the road was very large. He did not think that the 9th Company could stop these enemies. After all, the enemy not only had 20 times more people than the 9th Company, but also had the support of long-range artillery fire.
How to fight this battle?
He didn't run away, simply because if he did, he would definitely be regarded as a deserter and would be shot.
The subsequent development of the battle did not exceed his expectations.
The 9th Company was very tenacious. They tried almost every means possible to fight those mechanical monsters, but the difference in firepower and numbers still led to their inevitable defeat.
But Dimitra saw what happened in the grenade position.
When the machine gunner died, the company commander took over; when the company commander died, the instructor took over; when the instructor died, more soldiers rushed up...
This kind of continuous rush of people shocked Dimitra.
He couldn't help but think of his own company. If the 3rd Company had not been raided and had persisted in fighting, would the same thing have happened?
Will his company commander, his instructor... and even himself make the same choice as his brothers in the 9th Company?
He asked himself this question in his mind.
He hadn't gotten the answer yet, but his body moved ahead of time.
His movements were slow and firm.
He crawled to the foxhole.
There was no place for people to stand here, and more than a dozen corpses were piled in the small pit.
When he came to his senses, he was already lying on top of his brothers from the 9th Company, his hand on the trigger of his bolter.
The magazine had disappeared, but the ammunition belt that was loaded in front was more than half a meter long when pulled out.
His mind was blank, but he instinctively raised his gun and pulled the trigger at the mechanical dogs and the oncoming challenger.
The loyal grenade launcher is still working, the barrage of bullets tears through the smoke and the sound of gunfire rang out!
The sound of the grenade launcher seemed to be an activator, and Dimitra's blood began to boil with the gunfire!
He couldn't help but yell and vent.
Fear, pain, confusion... everything turned into bullets and flew towards the enemy.
It was only during the sound of gunfire that he figured it out.
He was going to die, but he felt it was worth it.
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