Munitions Empire-Chapter 1029: Battle after Rain 951

Chapter 1029: Battle after Rain 951

It seemed to him that he had figured out some things at this moment: A fierce battle may have erupted here, not intense in the traditional sense, but he viewed the combat here as truly spectacular.

Now, he tried to reconstruct everything that happened yesterday in this vicinity: The cunning Fengjiang snipers had set up a bait inside the factory, the Dahua sniper at the building exposed himself, then the bastards of Fengjiang opened fire and killed the brave Dahua sniper. To ensure the Dahua sniper was dead, those Fengjiang bastards called in artillery support to destroy that building…

Although he almost completely guessed wrong, he was still very excited: It felt as if he had personally experienced the slaughter that took place here yesterday.

He looked up, gazing towards the direction controlled by the Fengjiang troops, and saw buildings of steel-reinforced concrete standing amidst the ruins, and couldn’t help but sigh from within: Just how many snipers would it take to end this war?

While he was sighing, a bullet flew straight towards him, piercing directly through his head, blood splattering instantly, the surrounding soldiers grabbing their shot leader and dragging him into the factory ruins.

He pulled back the bolt, ejecting a cartridge, the brass shell still hot as it rolled to his feet. Cao Fei pushed the bolt forward once again, aimed at a Dahua soldier trying to drag away their officer, and pulled the trigger.

“Bang!” Another gunshot echoed through the sky, the soldier taking a bullet to the chest and falling to the ground. He tried to struggle to get up, but soon found that his movements were almost beyond his control.

The remaining Dahua soldiers completely abandoned the idea of rescuing their officer, dropping the corpse with a hole in its head, and retreated embarrassingly back into the factory ruins.

Looking through the scope, Cao Fei couldn’t see any more enemy movement, so he didn’t hesitate to shift his gaze away, moving back to a safer position, packing up, and preparing to retreat.

He had left his position from yesterday as bait because under normal circumstances, once such a hiding place is discovered, the enemy would definitely send someone to check. Cao Fei purposely lay in ambush here to steal another enemy officer.

“Confirmed kills! Two! And that soldier hasn’t moved anymore.” He slung his pack over his shoulder, checked his rifle, and the spotter walked ahead of Cao Fei with a smile.

“It’s a little regrettable that we couldn’t confirm the results from yesterday’s encounter,” Cao Fei still thought about the Dahua sniper he clashed with the day before.

The two of them circled back to the ground floor using the staircase, where dozens of wounded Goblins lay on the ground. They bypassed the wounded, carrying their weapons and quickly left.

And about five minutes later, behind the factory ruins, the Type 3 Tank that was supporting the advance finally turned around the debris, appearing at a distant street corner.

A brave Dahua soldier ran behind the tank, shouting loudly at the half-exposed tank commander on top, “Snipers! Be careful! There’s a sniper nearby!”

Hearing his shout, the tank commander immediately retracted into the tank turret, then closed the hatch over his head.

The battle still raged on fiercely. The tank continued to push forward, as the Fengjiang defense line and machine gun bunkers sprayed incessant streams of fiery tracer bullets.

The ones stationed here were Goblin soldiers, who showed formidable combat strength when supervised by humans. Upon spotting the Dahua Empire’s tank, these Goblins did not panic. Instead, they brought out a formidable weapon they could brandish — a new type of weapon reinforced to them, a 12-tube 107mm-caliber multiple rocket launcher! The Goblins aimed the rocket launcher at the distant tank and began to adjust its angle for direct fire.

“Take that bastard out! Fire! Fire!” commanded the Goblin officer waving a dagger forward.

The distant Type 3 Dahua tank also seemed to have detected the threat, and began rotating its turret.

“Whoosh! Whoosh!” The multi-tube rocket launcher fired first, sending trails of light flying, with rockets trailing flames one after another towards the Type 3 tank, engulfing the entire street in flames and smoke, as if it were New Year’s celebrations.

The dense barrage of rockets bloodied the entire street, and this manner of use was fundamentally incorrect. After a series of “exaggerated light and sound effects,” the tank emerged from the smoke and dust, unscathed.

Many buildings on both sides of the street were hit by the rockets, some emanating smoke, others with their exterior walls collapsed.

“Damn it! What’s going on?” the Goblin commander at the street barricade cursed at the several rocket artillerymen: “How did you miss every shot?”

“S-sir… We… We only received this thing yesterday. Don’t quite know how to use it,” the artillery chief responded with a cry in his voice.

What a joke, do you think this is a game? If any weapon could just be picked up and used proficiently, why the hell would he still be here as a mere soldier?

When they had fired the rocket launcher, they forgot that the launcher needed to be fixed and supported firmly. The previous two shots were fired in an arched trajectory, not caring about precision, so the difference was not apparent. Now they attempted direct fire, and the problem became glaringly obvious.

To be fair: using the Type 63 rocket launcher this way, not injuring your own soldiers was already lucky, let alone expecting it to hit the target, was downright ridiculous.

As they were explaining, the Type-3 Tank emerged from the smoke and fired a shot. This shot directly hit the 63 Rocket Artillery, reducing the weapon to a state of scattered parts.

The flying shrapnel and components turned all the nearby Goblins into sieves, including the Commander of the street stronghold.

The cruelty of combat is never one-sided unless one side overwhelms with technology that is generations ahead; otherwise, both parties in a war must pay a heavy price.

If one insists on calling the act of beating up weaklings akin to fighting kindergartners a war, maybe there really is such a war with an unimaginable exchange rate—however, bullying the weak too much can easily delay one’s own progress.

After eliminating the threats, the Type-3 Tank began to show off its might. It shielded dozens of Dahua Empire Soldiers as they approached the Goblin street stronghold.

From the buildings on both sides, many hidden Goblin sharpshooters suddenly appeared. Using rifles and light machine guns, they fired, forcing the Dahua Empire Soldiers following the Type-3 Tank to take cover under the eaves on both sides.

The badly damaged Dahua Soldiers raised their guns and shot at the windows and rooftops of the buildings on both sides, killing all the Goblins who poked their heads out.

The Goblins hiding inside the buildings were not to be outdone; they began throwing Hand Grenades. For a moment, explosions erupted one after another on the street, turning the scene into something resembling Inferno.

The remaining Dahua Soldiers directed all their attention to the Goblin gunners above them, when suddenly, from the street stronghold position straight ahead, a Goblin holding a long pole charged out of the trench.

He was turned into a sieve by the course-setting machine gun directly in front of the Type-3 Tank and fell halfway to his target.

But then a second and a third Goblin Soldier rushed out of the trenches, holding long poles with magnetic anti-Tank mines, charging towards their target.

Finally, the third man successfully placed the magnetic mine against the side armor of the Type-3 Tank; the strong magnetic force made the mine stick to the tank armor. The subsequent explosion shaped a jet of charges that penetrated the Type-3 Tank.

The violent explosion blew away the brave anti-Tank Goblin, along with the turret of the Type-3 Tank.

Having lost their cover, the troops of the Dahua Empire immediately began to collapse. Under the gunfire targeting them, they fled backwards, leaving dozens of bodies on the street.

Only one in ten of the Dahua Soldiers who managed to retreat to safety survived. They started out with about sixty or seventy men, and now only five remained.

The battle that had been fought along the street had clearly failed. They would have to wait for subsequent Troops to come up and then, as before, contest every house and clear every room.

Up in the sky, the Air Force of the Dahua Empire once again mustered the courage and sent a dozen Fighter Jets to challenge the Fengjiang Air Force.

The Fighter Jets from both sides entangled in the sky, their engine roars alternately rising and falling. Before long, planes were seen trailing long plumes of black smoke, plummeting towards the distant horizon.

Taking advantage of the Fengjiang Fighter Jets engaging with their own, the bombers of the Dahua Empire dropped several tons of bombs on Fengjiang.

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These bombs indeed destroyed some buildings, but Fengjiang seemed no longer to care about buildings at that point.

The civilians in the city were using all kinds of tricks to escape to the Great Tang Empire, with few staying in their own homes. Those who really couldn’t bear it were fleeing south from Fengjiang City—wasn’t going to Shanping safer than staying where they were?

At this moment, all kinds of Anti-Aircraft Guns on the ground began to open fire into the sky, and one after another, the bombing planes of the Dahua Empire crashed.

Fengjiang City at that moment was like a giant hedgehog, its gun barrels pointing to the sky in vast numbers: there were Bofors 40mm caliber Anti-Aircraft Guns, Dahua’s own 76mm caliber Anti-Aircraft Guns, and also 88mm caliber Anti-Everything Guns…

The artillery battle that followed extended outwards, with plumes of thick smoke rising everywhere in Fengjiang City. Black smoke columns connected, clearly visible even from the borders of the Great Tang Empire across the river.

“Quiet for two days, and now it’s lively again…” One Sentinel of the Great Tang Empire looked at the sky obfuscated by gunpowder smoke and sighed with emotion.

“Hope it ends sooner. Didn’t they say that area will be our territory later on?” Another Sentinel chimed in, “Don’t wreck it…”

“I know, right!” The first Sentinel agreed.

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