Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 300 One-Sided Slaughter, An Unfair Showdown

"Flying Eagle 1, no abnormalities ahead."

"Received. Continue aerial inspection along the northern route."

"001, the route is safe, we can depart."

"Roger that!"

Chen Mo sat inside the command vehicle, responding on the walkie-talkie.

He was the commander-in-chief of the entire battalion, codenamed 001, while Flying Eagle No. 1 was the first batch of vehicle-mounted drones launched, which was controlled by the reconnaissance company to fly a certain distance before reporting the results.

"Attention, entire battalion!"

"From prepared maneuver to maneuver status."

"Full speed ahead!"

Buzz buzz.
After the demonstration battalion had traveled about 20 kilometers, several reconnaissance aircraft appeared in the sky above the convoy, indicating that the battlefield observers and referees from the directing staff had arrived.

At this moment, inside the lobby of the Jinyang Military Region Directorate.

Zhang Canshan, Liao Hongjun, Sun Zhensheng, Qin Quan'an, and Tao Ruichang—these are all the top leaders from their respective units.

Except them.

Xu Hong, the commander of the major military region, Tang Haodong, the commander of the 188th Division, Zheng Lin, the commander of the 189th Division, Feng Hongbing, the commander of the anti-aircraft artillery brigade, and people from various main combat units were all gathered together.

Everyone stared intently at the demonstration camp that had suddenly appeared on the screen, each with a different expression.

Without exception, they were all somewhat shocked, their pupils constricting slightly.

This unassuming demonstration battalion, which was seen as an experimental battalion by many combat divisions, has unknowingly developed to this extent.

This can be seen from the overhead view.

The mixed ground vehicle formations moved swiftly, creating a whirlwind and raising plumes of smoke thousands of meters high as they surged forward.

Two mine-clearing vehicles led the way, taking turns to carry out operations and guiding the main force forward.

More than forty main battle tanks, along with an equal number of infantry fighting vehicles, moved in a triangular formation assault pattern.

Those present were all veterans in the field of mechanization, so they could naturally tell.

This mobile formation, once it encounters an enemy attack, will immediately switch from mobility to assault, with each combat unit as the core, and adjust its tactics according to the actual battlefield situation.

Every five tanks can create a triangular attack wave with a range of 800 to 1200 meters.

Based on the scale of a demonstration battalion, which consists of tanks and infantry fighting vehicles, and is comparable to eight main combat companies, that would mean eight waves of attack. Meanwhile, the vehicles that support the entire battalion, such as mechanized infantry, helicopters, and engineers, can instantly transform into combat units and infiltrate enemy lines.

Launch an attack.

With this tactical scale, it could easily sweep through a 3,000-strong mechanized infantry regiment in an encounter battle.

How can this not be surprising?
What's even more terrifying is that the entire maneuver, from the preparatory maneuver to the actual maneuver, was executed with fluid and seamless movements.

Thousands of officers and soldiers, hundreds of tanks, perfectly embodied ruthlessness, rationality, order, and machinery.

The entire battalion was like a machine operating under the control of a supercomputer, carrying out complex, precise, and violent operations at high speed, cold and unforgiving, with no room for error.

Not a single second was wasted.

Even Xu Hong, the chief of staff of the military region, couldn't help but praise, "The battalion commander of the demonstration battalion is a real talent. He can integrate so many branches of the armed forces without causing any problems. He has truly mastered this combined arms system."

"Old Zhang, how does this demonstration camp train every day?"

Xu Hong looked at Zhang Canshan with some curiosity.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Canshan looked somewhat embarrassed and said, "This kid really knows how to train people. He's changed all the slogans in the camp, like 'If you train someone to die, their balls will face the sky; if they don't die, they'll live for ten thousand years.'"

"There are also slogans in their camp that real men must train for eight hours a day and that there are only 10 seconds left until World War III."

"In order to adapt the entire battalion to the equipment, they conducted an average of four simulated combat scenarios every day. Instead of holding a commendation meeting, he held it in stages so that soldiers in the battalion could perform meritorious service every day, thereby motivating the entire battalion to be in a constant state of combat readiness."

"The entire demonstration battalion may seem loosely organized, but in reality, these officers and soldiers are always in a state of combat readiness."

"What a talent!!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Hong smiled after a long pause and said, "If I were twenty years younger, I would definitely go to this kind of camp and train for a few days too."

"The military does not advocate this kind of training, but it must be admitted that their war consciousness has been deeply ingrained."

talking.

Xu Hong looked at the firing range and saw the deployment of several main battalions of the 7th Armored Brigade, a standard scale of mechanized blocking warfare.

Chief of Staff Xu shook his head slightly: "Using the demonstration battalion to test all units in the army, you made the right move. The 7th Brigade is probably in big trouble."

“A defensive battle cannot stop this torrent.”

Even though many people present were surprised by the demonstration battalion's performance, no one expected that the chief of staff would give it such a high evaluation.

This is tantamount to sentencing the 7th Brigade to death.

While everyone was deeply shocked, they continued to look at the big screen.

And at this time.

The vehicle-mounted drones of the demonstration battalion have approached within 20 kilometers of the No. 4 firing range, and the artillery battalion reconnaissance soldiers and guard company soldiers arranged by the 7th Brigade have been exposed.

Sitting in the command vehicle, Chen Mo didn't need anyone to notify him at all. He also saw the soldiers of the 7th Brigade spreading out on the ground for reconnaissance.

"Eagle One Alert: Enemy Tracks Detected!"

Drop drop! ! !
At the same time, the radar that was detecting the enemy's electromagnetic waves sounded an alarm.

"Air raid siren!"

"Air raid siren!"

The sergeant in charge of operating the radar in the reconnaissance company stared intently at the rangefinder for a few seconds.

"Report 001!"

"Six enemy drones have been detected in the southwest direction."

"Flying at 200 km/h, expected to arrive over our camp in three minutes."

When Chen Mo saw the enemy scouts, he didn't react much; after all, it was all too normal.

In a firing range of only about 500,000 square meters, what's so surprising about finding a few reconnaissance soldiers?

But discovering enemy drones was quite a novelty for Chen Mo, even though he knew that in the third phase of reforms, all units had already been equipped with drones.

But this is the first time.

"Old Wang?" Chen Mo turned to look at Wang Jianbin.

"understand!"

Wang Jianbin smiled and picked up the radio communicator next to him: "Electronic unit, conduct electronic jamming and officially take over control of the enemy's drones."

"Roger that!"

The exchange between the two sides had been relatively normal up to this point.

The main force of the demonstration battalion continued to maneuver to the firing range. They were still concerned about the military region's orders to arrive at the firing range by 2 p.m.

Meanwhile, the main combat units of the 7th Armored Brigade had prepared minefields, ambushes, and artillery positions, just waiting for the demonstration battalion to enter the encirclement.

However, as the 7th Brigade's drones approached the demonstration battalion at full speed, the situation suddenly changed.

First, the other side's six drones were flying and were about to spot the demonstration camp's ground mobile team and obtain intelligence.

The drone suddenly stopped flying and remained motionless in mid-air.

Meanwhile, the terminals controlled by the 7th Brigade were also compromised simultaneously.

"What happened? Is this crappy plane broken?"

Inside the artillery battalion's barracks, a soldier operating a drone was stunned as he watched helplessly as his terminal control screen went mad.

But he was completely helpless.

After all, at that time, there were very few professional sergeants specializing in drones; the entire military region only had one sixth-level sergeant in the reconnaissance battalion.

Previously, I was seconded to the Blue Army camp for a period of time.

Apart from the demonstration battalion, which has a large number of technical reconnaissance personnel, other units only know how to operate and have no electromagnetic suppression or interference technology at all.

Just as the artillery battalion's scouts were bewildered...

Their six hovering drones suddenly changed direction and flew towards their own lines.

The terminal screen display also returned to normal.

However, it was only at this point that the soldiers of the 7th Brigade's artillery battalion belatedly realized what was happening.

They lost control of their plane!
Of course, that's not the scariest part.

Electromagnetic spectrum interference and intrusion do not stop midway; once started, they cause comprehensive interference.

The electronic warfare unit of the demonstration battalion, along with 43 electronic warfare technicians from the Academy of Sciences, have put their efforts into action.

Because there were too many people involved in electronic warfare, the three information processing vehicles were not enough to accommodate them all, and some people even moved their equipment to the logistics catering truck.

Man Xuexi was even more excited, his dark face almost turning purple. He held a speech in his hand, waiting for his senior brothers to give him orders. He was responsible for taking over the speaking duties on all communication channels of the 7th Armored Brigade.

On the artillery battalion side of the 7th Brigade, the soldiers of the drone reconnaissance platoon noticed that their own aircraft were returning and were out of their control.

He immediately grabbed the communicator and yelled, "Reporting, Battalion Commander! Drone malfunction! Drone malfunction!!"

The soldier was so anxious that the veins on his forehead were bulging. He shouted for a long time before realizing that no one was responding to the communication.

"Hey?"

"Hello!?"

"This piece of junk is broken too? Battalion Commander? Company Commander, can you hear me?"

"can hear."

Finally, a response came through the communicator. The soldiers of the artillery battalion's reconnaissance platoon wept with joy. Their own plane had betrayed them. He felt helpless and was about to continue reporting when...

He suddenly realized that the voice that had just responded was not right. The soldier frowned, his intuition telling him that something was wrong.

That's not the voice of the battalion commander or company commander. Why does it sound a bit lewd?
"Hello? Is this Battalion Commander Zhao? This is Ding Jiancang!!"

"Yes, this is Zhao Ying. Xiao Ding, listen to me. Next, Kyoto Radio will be broadcasting a poetry recitation: 'From the earth, thunder and lightning rise, and spirits are born from piles of white bones.' What utter nonsense!"

Ding Jiancang was completely dumbfounded!
Having served in the military for many years, he had never encountered anything so bizarre. It was one thing for the plane to betray him, but even the communication device could betray him.
Otherwise, why would the voice sound so lewd?

"Hello? Battalion Commander? Company Commander?"

"Monks, though foolish, can still be taught; demons, though evil spirits, will surely bring disaster."

Ding Jiancang was desperate. There was no way to communicate. What they were saying was completely nonsensical. He tried turning the communication off and on again several times, and even slapped his hand on it a few times.

As a result, the communicator still wasn't working, and that same lewd voice was still reciting poetry.

Meanwhile, the 7th Brigade's six drones had already completed more than half of their return journey. As they passed through a basin, they accurately captured the soldiers of an entire mechanized infantry battalion who were lying in ambush, and transmitted the data to the demonstration battalion's command vehicle.

The soldiers in the mechanized infantry battalion looked up at their drones, which had been repainted and clearly marked with numbers, but they didn't take them seriously at all.

They remained guarding the infantry fighting vehicles and heavy machine guns, crouching on either side of the basin with their individual rocket launchers, awaiting the order to attack.

It's my own plane anyway, what's the problem?
"kill!"

Chen Mo glanced at the ambushes in the basin and gave only this one order.

With the Wild Dog command system in place, there was no need to recalibrate the firing data. Cheng Dong issued the attack order to the helicopter squadron and then to the artillery company.

next second.

Six Type 89 self-propelled howitzers were lined up and stopped moving.

Ten seconds later.

dong dong dong.
At a distance of 17 kilometers, within one minute, six self-propelled howitzers fired forty-eight howitzers.

The entire sky was enveloped in the smell of gunpowder.

The mechanized infantry battalion of the 7th Brigade, which was lying in ambush in the basin, had no idea how they had been exposed.

The entire basin was covered by artillery shells.

Boom boom boom.
Countless infantry fighting vehicles and fully armed soldiers lying prone were eliminated before they even had a chance to react; nearly half of them were wiped out.

"withdraw!"

"Get out!"

"Get out of the ambush line, quick!"

An official was roaring angrily. Although he was also dizzy from the explosion and his mouth and nose were filled with the strong smell of gunpowder, he was still trying his best to make up for the losses.

But, is this possible?

Not only did the artillery units of the demonstration battalion receive orders, but the helicopter squadrons also received orders to attack.

There were only five WZ-9 attack helicopters on the front line responsible for transporting reconnaissance troops, and they were already rushing to the basin at full speed.

on the ground.

Countless surviving soldiers of the 7th Brigade's mechanized infantry battalion are relocating, frantically driving their infantry fighting vehicles and taking steps to try and survive.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
Dozens of smoke grenades were fired into the basin.

In the thick fog, the retreating chariots collided, and the running soldiers lost their way.

The helicopters in mid-air became the main players on the battlefield, with heavy machine guns protruding from their hatches.

Da da da da da.
The heavy firepower created a devastating blockade; it was a blatant massacre.

Puff puff.
Hundreds or even more surviving mechanized infantrymen were killed in droves before they could even put up a fight.

cruel!

Terrible!

The tactical effectiveness of seizing the initiative through air assault was fully realized.

Three minutes ago, the entire mechanized infantry battalion was still lying in ambush in the basin, waiting for orders to strike and capture the scholar alive.

Three minutes later.

On the battlefield filled with the smoke of gunpowder, the entire battalion of more than 300 men could not find a single organized platoon-level unit.

The director's reconnaissance aircraft transmitted this scene back to the director's office hall in Jinyang.

Many high-ranking officers watching the battle were stunned, and some even clenched their fists.

Even through the screen, there is a deep sense of powerlessness.

Three minutes.

An entire mechanized infantry battalion was wiped out; there's no need to even calculate the casualties, and there's no such thing as more than 70%.

On average, 100 people are eliminated per minute, which is equivalent to the loss of an entire mechanized infantry company per minute.

How many units present could withstand such battle losses?
How many units can unleash this kind of firepower?

The sense of powerlessness felt by the desert storm was somehow brought back to life by their own demonstration camp, a kind of despair.

"Snapped!"

A muffled thud rang out, Qin Quan'an's eyes blazed with fury, he slammed his fist on the table and roared, "What is Old Wei good for?"

"An entire battalion has been wiped out, why aren't the other units moving?"

"Are we just going to wait to be eaten one by one?!"

Upon hearing the military region chief of staff's angry outburst, the communications officer shuddered and said with a troubled expression, "Chief of staff, it's not that the 7th Brigade isn't taking action; it's that communications to all forward command posts of the entire 7th Brigade have been cut off."

"Even we can't get in touch with the forward command post."

"What?!!"

This time, not only Qin Quan'an was stunned, but everyone watching in the entire director's hall gasped.

What is this concept?
Before the enemy's main force could even reach the battlefield, our own communications broke down. The command post couldn't contact the troops below, and the combat troops couldn't contact the command post.

Without information sharing, what's the point of fighting?

"What happened?" Qin Quan'an asked, his voice filled with surprise and uncertainty.

The communications officer nervously ran to the command post, opened the communication with the 7th Brigade, and turned up the volume.

There's no need to wait for someone to ask.

A lewd voice, barely suppressing a laugh, came through the communicator.

"The Golden Monkey wields his mighty cudgel, clearing the jade sky of dust for ten thousand miles. Today we cheer for the Great Sage Sun, for the demons have returned once more! Hehe, I've made a fool of myself. The above recitation was given by Man Xuexi, the chief supply platoon leader of the demonstration camp. Next up is... oh wait, wrong script... the Jin Yang weather forecast."

Strange noises echoed throughout the entire director's office lobby.

Qin Quan'an was completely dumbfounded. What kind of bastard is this, trying to fool everyone?
Where are the people from the Seventh Brigade?
Are we just going to let this person spout nonsense?

"Electromagnetic intrusion and interference—the Seventh Brigade's defeat was not unjustified; they were too careless."

Xu Hong, the chief of staff from the military region and the director of this operation, shook his head and said, "Using an ambush line to launch this kind of assault chain is inherently disadvantageous."

"The communications have been hacked. The 7th Brigade is now powerless to resist."

Facts have proved that ginger is still spicy.

They have a very accurate, yet also very sharp, eye for things.

In the command center of the 7th Armored Brigade, where Feng Wenqian was in charge, he listened to the explosions in the distance, but there was nothing he could do.

They couldn't contact the troops below at all.

Not to mention radio, even walkie-talkie signals were jammed, with only a buzzing sound coming from them.

Frustrated, Old Feng could only resort to the most inefficient method: sending a communications soldier out to make contact.

He was aware of electromagnetic interference, but unfortunately, the preparations for this exercise were too rushed, and no wire soldiers were arranged to set up communications.

This time, they suffered a great loss.

But the speed of a communications soldier is nowhere near that of a drone.

They just set off.

Six drones, controlled by the electronic warfare unit of the demonstration battalion, circled around and flew back to the sniper line on the north side of the range, where the main force of the 2nd Battalion was on high alert.

A large minefield had been laid out in front of the Second Battalion.

Operations Manager Liu Hong had spent some time with the demonstration camp, so he knew Xiucai's nature all too well.

That guy doesn't play by the rules when he fights.

When he spotted his own drone overhead, hovering there.

Old Liu immediately realized something was wrong. His expression changed drastically, and he shouted urgently, "Take cover! Enemy attack!!"

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Dozens more grenades were fired, and the artillery accurately struck the tanks of the Second Battalion.

Boom boom boom.
A sudden tremor shook the earth, and the 2nd Battalion, the main force of the 7th Armored Brigade, was completely wiped out.

The 7th Armored Brigade has a total of four main battalions, but not all four are tank battalions; there are also two armored battalions, otherwise their total number of tanks would not be so small.

The casualties of one main battalion are equivalent to the loss of nearly half of the main battle tanks of the entire brigade.

After a bombardment, Liu Hongyun looked around at the cadres, soldiers, and tanks, and found that almost all of them had been eliminated.

Battalion Commander Liu roared to the sky, "You scholar, I'll fuck your grandma!!!"

But after the angry outburst...

A sense of desolation rose in Liu Hongyun's heart. This was not a war; it was a massacre.

Since the start of the war, the enemy's whereabouts are still unknown, and the main force has been completely wiped out.

He didn't even have a chance to demonstrate his abilities.

This battle.

It was unfair from the very beginning.

(End of this chapter)