The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 218 The Tsar: Young people who progress too quickly will lose their composure.

Although it's normal for birds to suddenly appear in the sky at times like this, even though this airship is huge and noisy, who knows if some birds with no sense of reason might be willing to fly over?

However, after the previous wars, players have already gained experience fighting the reskinned people.

If you suddenly see birds flying out in the sky at a time like this, no matter what else, fire a couple of shots first!

So when faced with the large bird in the distance, soldiers immediately opened fire with machine guns, and a hail of bullets killed the two birds instantly.

Players couldn't tell what these large birds were, but when they saw the two falling birds transform into human shapes in mid-air, they knew they had hit the right target.

The kill notifications from the system are especially exciting for players.

These skin-changing soldiers cost much more than regular soldiers; they're typical elite troops!

Unfortunately, one of the defining characteristics of these skin-changing beings is their exceptional agility, especially when facing the airship's barrage of fire; these guys seem to know exactly what's going on.

After all, many of the skin-changing humans in Altera were trained to be boarding squads for attacking enemy airships, so they naturally received training in this area.

They knew exactly the firing angles of every turret and machine gun on the airship, and through countless training sessions, they had developed muscle memory to know how to avoid that fire.

Although their evasion cannot avoid all the firepower, as long as they adjust their speed and movement trajectory, they can keep the enemy busy in the turret.

From spotting their trail to aiming, locking onto them, and firing, it always takes some time, and during that time they can find a way to break the line of sight and escape the turret's firing range.

Of course, all of this depends on them getting close enough to the airship; if they don't get close enough, then it's all over.

So, during the approach, two more reskinned characters were punished by the players, leaving only six members of a ten-person reskinned character squad.

"Damn it, we didn't bring enough people!"

The player operating the anti-aircraft machine gun above the airship couldn't help but complain to the player operating an anti-aircraft turret below.

If they can fill all the gun emplacements on this airship, the player is confident they can shoot down the enemy.

It's a pity they didn't fill it up, which is quite frustrating.

It's unclear whether it's because the airship is too big or due to some other limitation, but they can't use the one-click gun repositioning feature here.

This isn't like them staying in their armored vehicles; if a player has an idea and the other gun emplacement is empty, they can immediately switch positions with a single click.

On this airship, if they wanted to change positions, they had to run around, which inadvertently increased the time they wasted.

Brother Hao Nan was concentrating on piloting the airship and preparing to drop bombs.

But just then, he suddenly noticed something!

A red dot suddenly appeared on my minimap!

"Damn, isn't this just rushing to give me merit points?"

Looking at the enemies slowly moving on the minimap, Brother Haonan couldn't help but laugh.

He no longer finds the psychic class useless; if anyone says psychics are useless, he'll fight them!
This unit is best suited for combat in complex terrain and urgently needs to control line of sight!

If you can control the field of vision so that the enemy appears on the minimap but cannot attack you, then the psionicist is practically invincible!

When the red dot appeared on the airship, the player who was firing from the machine gun position quickly disengaged and began firing wildly behind him. However, another large bird that flew in from the side suddenly transformed into a human shape in mid-air and crashed into him.

As the airship crashed into the player, the soldier's dagger was already embedded in the player's chin, and he twisted it violently, instantly killing the player who was on top of the airship.

"Excellent, safe! We've captured the top of the airship!"

The man who had just finished the killing whispered to his five teammates beside him, then made a hand gesture, preparing to go down from the exit above the airship.

Actually, they could have broken through the side of the airship faster, but they weren't confident they could crash in unscathed.

The glass on the sides of these airships is all specially made thickened glass. Although they can break a little bit with a rifle in mid-air, it is impossible to completely shatter such glass with a single shot.

In this situation, if they crash directly into it, they will most likely be killed first. Even if they manage to crash in, they will be completely incapacitated.

Therefore, their attack route is almost the same as the players': they first jump to the top of the airship and then go down from the exit on this side.

But before they even reached the exit, one of the skin-changing people ran into trouble.

He suddenly let out a muffled groan, and then without warning, he knelt down on the ground, twitched twice, and then remained still.

The other skin-changing individuals instantly became alert, quickly pointing their guns at their surroundings to check for any potential attacks.
But at that moment, another person who had undergone skinning screamed and died on the spot.

One of the skin-changing people quickly stepped forward and tentatively checked the breaths of the two men, instantly discovering just how bizarre their deaths were.

"Sir, it feels like their blood is boiling! I feel like they're being steamed alive..."

The person who had undergone the skin transplant was giving a report when he suddenly felt a burning pain all over his body.

Before he could finish speaking, he followed in the footsteps of the other two.

The captain who led the charge stared dumbfounded at his fallen comrades, completely bewildered by what had happened.

They had lost two men to enemy machine gun fire during their forced boarding maneuver, and he accepted the casualties, saying there was nothing he could do about it.

But what's going on here? How did his soldiers die so inexplicably?
"Sir, this must be witchcraft! The enemy has a sorcerer on the airship!"

One of the skin-changing people suddenly realized something and screamed in terror.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he collapsed and died instantly.

The remaining skinner and the captain stood back to back, their expressions utterly panicked.

They didn't know what had killed their companion; the way it killed without anyone noticing was simply too bizarre!
They would rather be bombarded from the side by a barrage of shells and blown to pieces than be killed by such methods. At least the shells fired from the side would let them know what methods the enemy was using to kill them!

Within a few breaths, the two skin-changing men realized that the enemy seemed to be motionless, because neither of them had died.

"Quickly, rush in immediately and kill everyone inside at all costs! Don't hesitate!"

The captain waved to his companions and then ran as fast as he could toward the exit in the distance.

Despite being at the top of the airship and being buffeted by the airflow, the captain was still able to move swiftly and rapidly in such an environment, which was nothing short of superhuman.

But even Superman is useless; he is still just a mortal, with blood in his body.

After a wave of spells, he groaned and collapsed to the ground, dead, leaving only the last skin-changing man with a deathly pale face.

Upon seeing that all five of his companions who had jumped on him were dead, the skin-changing man panicked and almost instinctively tried to transform and escape.

He didn't have time to think too much; he just wanted to get away as quickly as possible!

How can we fight a war if we don't even know how we died?

But just as he transformed into a bird and prepared to take flight, the blood in his body began to boil.

Without a doubt, the enemy was like a target, easily taking down six enemies. Brother Hao Nan withdrew his outstretched hand, quietly calming the slowly decreasing crisis value, while continuing to pilot the airship forward.

It's too easy. In this kind of terrain, killing an enemy who jumps out is a piece of cake for him!
Once you spot a target on the minimap and use the Blood Boil spell, you can instantly kill that guy.

There's no way around it. Although the enemy is within the area on the minimap, they are separated from us by a lot of structures on the airship, so we have to climb several floors to get down.

In that time, players could have killed him countless times with spells.

While piloting the airship, Brother Haonan posted his previous battle videos to the chat area, instantly garnering a large number of "666" comments.

Meanwhile, Andrei, who was still on the tank marching with the main force, was startled to see a large number of players submitting exchange requests to unlock the Psionic class.

"What's going on? Shouldn't this be a shooting game? Why is everyone starting to focus on spellcaster classes?"

Andrei shrugged, not quite understanding what these players were thinking, until he looked through the chat history and saw Hao Nan's effortless six-kill performance on the airship.

"...I'm numb. Looking at it this way, psionicists are indeed quite strong!"

Andrei scratched his head, realizing just how powerful this ability to ignore terrain and kill remotely was.

If this move could be used only within the small map and couldn't be used for longer-range attacks, it would be incredibly powerful.

If it were possible to kill an enemy hiding in a trench from a distance of several hundred meters, it would undoubtedly cause great panic among the enemy.

When someone can kill someone from a distance, and you can't even hide from them, even the most mentally strong veteran can't stand it.

With that thought in mind, Andrei quickly exchanged for a psychic class for himself, even though it was just a degraded version of an illegal psychic, but he didn't care about that now.

This skill is really useful; you never know when you might need it.

However, when he redeemed the class, he discovered that the illegal psionicist class he had just acquired immediately merged with his chosen one, as if he had never acquired the class at all.

The only two changes were that two new skills, Boiling Blood and Fear, suddenly appeared on his skill tree. As for Psionic Flame, it was simply merged with his Tzeentch Powder Flame.

"...That makes sense. How could an illegal psychic be compared to us, the Chosen One?"

Andrei nodded, agreeing that the system's merger was a good move.

After all, he does have a greater advantage in spellcasting compared to illegal psychics.

For example, he doesn't have to worry about spell backlash when casting spells, as there's no 1% chance of spells going out of control.

In addition, there is no crisis value limit for him to cast spells, but he still needs to mobilize magic power, or rather, psionic energy.
Shaking his head, Andrei decided to stop thinking about it for the time being.

He didn't want to know where his psionic energy came from. The more he thought about the warp, the more creepy it became. The more he thought about it, the more likely he was to dream about the big blue bird!

After the entire skin-changing squad failed to achieve any results, another skin-changing squad was sent up. At the same time, a large amount of anti-aircraft fire was continuously bombarding the airships above.

Perhaps because airships are considered war behemoths, player repairs have no effect on them, making the anti-aircraft firepower in front of us very dangerous.

If the airship controlled by the player does not lose its shield system and can maintain the Void Shield normally, then they naturally have nothing to worry about.

As long as the Void Shield is at full power, they can withstand this barrage of fire for a while.

However, without the Void Shield, the situation becomes very awkward. Even if players try their best to dodge, they will still be hit by the cannonballs below from time to time.

There's nothing they can do. Airships are large and slow. Even if they try their best to control them, where can they possibly maneuver them?
Realizing he might not be able to hold on much longer, Brother Haonan roughly adjusted his direction and then said to his teammates beside him:

"That's about enough. Let's get ready to parachute out. This airship is about to break down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the quack doctor who used grenades chuckled.

"Sigh, these NPCs are too naive. It's obvious they've never heard of that saying!"

"A Zeppelin descends from the sky, its output relies on its engine. What legitimate airship relies on bombing for output? Aren't they all powered by their engines?"

The players exchanged smiles, except for the player who had just respawned in the previous battle, who was slightly dissatisfied.

If he had known that the airship was about to be destroyed right after he revived, and that he might be doomed as well, he would not have revived from here!
What a waste of all the merit points consumed during resurrection!

Under the relentless bombardment of anti-aircraft artillery, black smoke billowed from many places on the airship, making it look from a distance like a giant beast that was severely wounded but still struggling for its life.

As they watched the giant beast bleed profusely, the Altranians' faces lit up with excitement.

Although they were heartbroken by the loss of the airship, their most important task at the moment was to stop it from bombing their city!

Just then, a burst of fire suddenly erupted from the tail of the airship.

The flames were spreading rapidly forward, constantly exploding like firecrackers, causing the airship to explode one after another from tail to tail.

Some residents watched the spectacle from their windows, and one even brought over a telescope from somewhere. What he saw shocked him.

At the top of that airship, a Cambrian soldier was desperately trying to escape.

The explosions kept chasing him, but he moved with incredible agility, dodging each one with perfect precision. His movements were almost inhuman.

In the army barracks below, an officer, using binoculars, also witnessed this scene. He pulled his adjutant aside, pointed to the airship in the sky, and said:

"Did you see that tough guy? How does he manage to run that fast?"

"Sir, I didn't know, he's practically a superman!"

After venting their frustrations, the two of them coincidentally thought of a superhero comic that had suddenly become popular across the ocean.

Regardless of how superhuman the Superman in the comics is, this soldier in front of them has truly redefined their understanding of humanity.

But no matter how much you try to change your understanding, it's useless; that guy is already dead!
As the two officers watched in disbelief as the man atop the airship leaped off the front of it, both of them wore victorious smiles.

Good riddance! It was a very good death!

Dangerous elements like this, who hijacked their airship and even tried to bomb their capital, are better off dead, especially since this guy's skills are terrifying.

But to their astonishment, the Cambrian soldier, who was about to fall to the ground, suddenly deployed his parachute!

As if mocking him, the parachute carried the soldier, drifting and eventually slowly falling to the ground, landing right in a camp on the other side.

Hey!
What the hell!
Even after all this, this guy still can't be killed?

The two officers were stunned for a moment, then immediately blew their whistles and summoned soldiers to capture the man.

That guy has already fallen into their camp. If they don't catch him, then take him out for a public trial and execute him, how are they going to explain themselves to the citizens?
The air force, which had been touted as the pride of the nation in propaganda, had one of its airships stolen by the enemy, and then that airship came over and bombed their capital!

Although the airship only bombed the airbase on the side of the capital and did not harm any ordinary civilians, it was still a great humiliation for them. The last time their capital was bombed was during the Great Northern War when it was bombed by Cambrian airships.

But at least back then they made the enemy pay a heavy price, unlike now, where the enemy stole their own airships and then came to bomb their own capital with them!

Unfortunately, they couldn't catch the last few players who had finished parachuting because those players were just too powerful.

With the medics' grenade launchers, the support soldiers' light machine guns, and the psionicists' unpredictable magic, they simply had no way to fight back.

A platoon of soldiers charged forward, and almost the entire platoon was instantly knocked down.

They couldn't figure out what spell the wizard had cast. The whole class was stunned on the spot. Then the guy with the light machine gun jumped out and mowed down the entire class.

Another squad charged forward, only to be hit by two more grenade launchers. They had no choice but to lie prone at the corner, too afraid to continue charging.

The scene before him infuriated the officer in charge of the battle. He yelled in anger. There were several hundred of them on their side. Could it be that they couldn't even take down three living people?

What made him even more desperate was that the burning airship had crashed to the ground and slammed into the military camp.

He didn't know exactly how many soldiers were killed instantly by the airship, but judging from the huge explosion and the shocking tremor under his feet, he felt that his camp was probably in a worse state than if it had been bombarded by enemy heavy artillery!
Just as he was thinking this, the accident happened.

The officer didn't expect that because he shouted so loudly and was too close to the player's location, he would immediately become the target of the psionicists.

With one use of the Boiling Blood spell, the officer was dead beyond any hope of survival.

With no other option, they eventually brought in two mortars and started bombarding the area behind the boxes where the players were hiding!

Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to rush up, and even with rifles, they couldn't break through the huge pile of boxes in front of them.

Damn it, I really don't know who piled up these boxes here. Isn't this providing the other side with natural cover?

Traitor! There must be a spy here!
When the members of the Fourth Independent Battalion of the Altera Intelligence Agency arrived and saw the chaotic scene before them, the leader of the team began to curse the commander in front of him.

"Damn it, are you all pigs? Why is it so hard for you to catch a few people?"

"It's unbelievable! They only had four people jump off the airship, how come you, with thousands of men, couldn't take them down?"

Facing the men of the Fourth Battalion, the regimental commander retorted without holding back:
"Get lost, you bunch of idiots! If you're so capable, next time go and do it yourself! Lead your teams and charge forward!"

"Damn it, they have magic, machine guns, and even a mortar from who-knows-where in the end. How are my soldiers supposed to fight their way up?"

"All the soldiers under my command are young men, do you expect me to order them to charge into battle recklessly just to capture these few people?"

The regimental commander was furious, feeling that these spies were talking without a care in the world.

Arrest them? That's easy for you to say!
Faced with such heavy firepower, and with the enemy showing a resolute and unyielding attitude, what can they possibly do next?
If thousands of people rushed at him, he could indeed capture these few people, even if they had machine guns.

But how many people will die during the arrest? Dozens or hundreds?

To capture a few audacious desperados, they had to sacrifice so many soldiers' lives, which was absolutely unacceptable to them!
Especially after the person is captured, the credit will most likely go to these spies, since the soldiers are not responsible for this area.

Thinking of this, the regimental commander couldn't help but feel a burning hatred.

I don't know what's wrong with these Cambrian soldiers, that they insisted on parachuting into their own camp.
If they jump outside the military camp, he can completely ignore it. If there are any problems, the Fourth Battalion and the military police will handle them. He won't have to let so many people die for nothing!

The spies hidden in Helsinki quickly passed on the news, and before long, the Tsar in Moscow learned that the Karelian Front had actually launched an air raid on the capital of the Altynians!
"Hahaha, great! Absolutely fantastic! Well done on the northern front!"

Tsar Nicholas III, looking at the battle report in his hand, laughed heartily; he hadn't smiled much in a long time.

The continuous news of defeats at the front lines was truly distressing for him, and what bothered him most was that the Black Hawk Empire seemed to have no intention of negotiating with him this time!
He has repeatedly proposed peace talks to the emperor of the Black Hawk Empire through private channels, and is even willing to cede some territory, because he knows that the Cambrian Empire is simply not capable of competing with the Black Hawk Empire.

The Cambrian Empire's industry was backward, and its internal conflicts were complex. Whether it was the conflict between the old and new nobles, the conflict between the nobles and religion, or the conflict between the nobles and the Red Secret Party, all of this made him feel physically and mentally exhausted.

At this juncture, the Cambrian Empire, which is like a heap of loose sand, has no hope of victory if it were to fight against the Black Hawk.

Unfortunately, the Black Hawks seem determined to wipe out the Cambrian Empire. They have already occupied such a large area, yet they still haven't stopped their offensive.

Worse still, no matter what channels he used to contact the Black Hawk Empire's emperor, he could not get a reply from the emperor, which showed that the Black Hawk Empire had no intention of negotiating with him at all!
Damn it, how can these Black Hawkmen be so arrogant?
The unexpected good news from the front lines put Nicholas III in a rare good mood, and he even held a celebration banquet for it.

At the same time, several medals representing different combat achievements were also drafted by the Supreme Command, ready to be sent to the northern battlefield and handed over to the young major general.

It's impossible to promote him to a higher rank now. The fact that he was promoted to major general at that age is already because the current situation is too critical.

If we were to continue promoting him to higher ranks, setting aside the enormous upheaval it would cause within the military, it would be highly inappropriate from a command perspective.

In the eyes of the military and the Tsar, his ability to command a division-level battle group was already considered a great talent.

If you want to move up further, you need to accumulate more experience.

If this situation were to be handed over to the enemy to command an army or even an entire army group, it would not only lead to command chaos, but could also cause this genius's achievements to be ruined.

Unfortunately, Andrei was unaware of the Tsar's and military leaders' thoughts; otherwise, he would have certainly protested to them.

Please, even if he doesn't know how to command an army group, he can delegate many things to his officers and staff!

If we could really get him a lieutenant general or even a general rank and give him command of an army group or a field army, he would definitely be able to reverse the situation on the northern battlefield!

He didn’t know how many players he would gain by then, but if he could really gather tens of thousands of players, Andrei was fully confident that he could contend with an enemy force of more than 20!
No need to do anything else, just let these players and the enemy fight a messy war!

After this period of research, Andrei also made a discovery.

Unless you carefully select a few player teams and assign them detailed and progressive tasks, their combat style on the battlefield will be chaotic and indiscriminate.

Therefore, it is impossible to have players compete with enemies in terms of tactics.

Players excel at engaging in prolonged battles and attrition warfare in complex terrain and against enemies.

The more chaotic the battlefield situation, the more advantageous it is for the players. They can respawn continuously, and there are minimaps and all sorts of weird and wonderful weapons, which can give them a huge advantage in small-scale battles.

Unfortunately, Andrei was unaware of the thoughts running through the Tsar's mind, nor did he know that he was about to receive a pile of medals that, while prestigious, were of little practical use.

At least for Andrei, these honors were really of no use.

He was neither a native of Cambrian nor a proper Cambrian soldier.

These things might be the lifelong goals of other Cambrian soldiers, but for Andrei, receiving these things was like a cow chewing on a peony.

Rather than awarding medals, Andrei, besides hoping to be promoted, would rather transfer himself to a more useful technical branch of the military or promote his father as well.

His adoptive father was very important; having someone above you and not having anyone above you are two completely different concepts in a feudal army like the Cambrian Empire.

The armored train was advancing much faster than the army troops led by Andrei. If it weren't for the need to avoid getting separated from the rear troops, the armored train might have even considered pushing forward along the railway without stopping.

As the battle has progressed, armored trains have made countless trips back and forth along the railway, and have killed a large number of enemy soldiers with artillery shells.

The enemy's howitzer regiment tried several times to hit the armored train, but still failed. At most, the armored train was only slightly damaged by the aftershocks of the explosions.

However, this minor damage was insignificant to the armored train as a whole. They simply retreated slightly to the rear, found an armored unit that happened to be passing by the railway, and used the repair skills of the Saint-Chamon tank to restore it.

It must be said that this bug was incredibly useful in the current battle situation for Andrei.

What's even more amusing is that the Saint Chamon Tank's collective repair skill can not only be used to repair war behemoths, but also to repair the warhorses equipped by cavalry players.

When Andrei saw that a repair bar had appeared above the head of his warhorse, he couldn't hold back any longer.

Good heavens, the case is finally solved!
He said there was something wrong with the warhorses on the battlefield, and sure enough, they were bionic mechanized warhorses!

However, as the war continued, the armored trains' movement became increasingly slower.

There was no other way; after all, the Altrians were very cunning, and they were also organizing themselves quickly.

They never engage armored trains head-on because they know that it would be extremely foolish for army troops to confront armored trains directly under any circumstances.

Therefore, in order to hinder the advance of the armored train, they laid a large number of landmines, explosives and all sorts of random roadblocks on the railway.

There is a special type of triangular iron roadblock that looks very inconspicuous; it is stuck on the rails and cannot be seen from a distance.

However, this thing is incredibly effective; if an armored train were to collide with it, it could immediately derail the train.

If it weren't for the fact that the engineers among the players could see these obstacles set up on the tracks, making the red exclamation marks very conspicuous, this armored train might have actually been destroyed by the enemy using underhanded tactics.

However, after this series of actions, the armored train gradually slowed its advance, and under Andrei's orders, he and the players on his side devised a new plan:

Armored trains primarily provided fire support, advancing in conjunction with mechanized units.

When mechanized forces launched their offensive toward Yoensu, the primary task of the armored trains was to provide fire support for the troops.

Night fell in the blink of an eye, and during this wave of advance, the players felt that the battle was a huge disappointment.

They were originally hoping to drive tanks around and engage in armored combat with the enemy, launching a head-on armored assault.

But throughout the day, apart from a few scattered groups of enemies and various obstacles set up on the road, they felt as if they had not encountered any opponents.

In most cases, players are simply in a state of idling while marching, and even when battles break out, they rarely provide a satisfying experience.

However, compared to the players, the ordinary soldiers in Andrei's team were quite satisfied with this day.

They had advanced such a distance with almost no trouble and were about to reach the enemy's important city.

At this rate, they should be able to officially arrive in Yornsu around the third day, even taking into account the time they would lose during rest.

If they launch a surprise attack overnight, they can arrive there by the next night!
After finding a village that was now abandoned, Andrei ordered his troops to set up camp there temporarily and spend the night there.

To guard against enemy surprise attacks, Andrei arranged for many players to act as patrol teams to explore the surrounding area, while also having the players' armored forces deployed somewhat more dispersedly.

This way, no matter where the enemy attacks, the player can drive the tank there immediately and crush the enemy with armored forces!

Even when faced with a large number of enemy armored forces, the player's T34 tank, coupled with various unrealistic performance features and skills, is confident that he can hold out for a while.

Located in a spacious enough house, which he used as his temporary command post, Andrei did not go to sleep.

Anyway, he has already semi-player-ified his body. His data-driven body doesn't feel tired, and whether he sleeps or not doesn't really have much of an impact other than causing mental fatigue.

He had a bad feeling; he thought the enemy was unlikely to let such a quiet night pass by.

In the darkness of night, amidst the dense, complex forests, it would be a disservice to the military prowess of the Altranians if the enemy didn't seize this opportunity to launch a surprise attack.

During the day, they had no way to contend with armored forces or the air force overhead.

So what other chances do they have to turn the tide besides launching a night raid?

To Andrei's surprise, he had been waiting for several hours without hearing any noise, and his minimap hadn't even detected any enemies within a kilometer.

Located in the camp, many Cambrian soldiers had already gone to sleep.

Although their commanders specifically reminded them today not to sleep too soundly at night and to keep their weapons within reach to guard against enemy attacks at any time.

After a long day of running around, the soldiers were exhausted. Seeing that there was no danger around them, many of them slept like logs.

Fortunately, they hadn't forgotten Andrei's words; at least they were still wearing their uniforms and had their rifles at hand.

Although sleeping like this is indeed very uncomfortable, in critical moments, even a few seconds' extra reaction time can be enough to save a life.

Just then, a message came from a player who was driving a truck carrying supplies towards them from behind:

"Family members, come quick to our rescue! Old Six is ​​attacking our rear!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! The enemy has blocked our entire convoy of fuel. If you don't want your tanks to run out of fuel tomorrow, come and help us out!"

Meanwhile, some players posted screenshots of the game in the chat area, allowing Andrei to see the general situation.

At some point, the enemy gathered a large number of troops in the forest and deployed a considerable number of anti-tank artillery pieces.

Several trucks traveling on the forest road were blown up, and some even had their fuel ignited, causing a raging fire.

Although other players are putting up a fierce resistance against the enemy, relying on trucks and the minimap, the situation is clearly very critical.

Needless to say, apart from the players, most of the soldiers in this force were ordinary Cambrian soldiers from the rear.

Most players don't really like tedious tasks like transport, so apart from a few players who come to experience it or earn merit points peacefully, most of the soldiers in the transport team are just ordinary Cambrian soldiers.

If this trend continues, and all the flag bearers in the convoy die, the entire convoy might be wiped out.

Seeing this, Andrei did not hesitate and quickly ordered the soldiers to prepare!

The infantrymen all got up and immediately jumped onto the trucks to support the armored forces in the rear. At the same time, he also ordered the air force to arrive here as quickly as possible.

To provide rapid support in such situations, besides relying on our own armored forces, the most crucial factor is the air force.

The Altrians probably didn't realize how strong the players' night combat capabilities were; they were unaware of the air force's marking abilities.

Under normal circumstances, no air force, regardless of the country, would be capable of launching a large-scale bombing raid on such a night.

Looking down from the sky, the ground was completely dark. Who knew if the bombs would hit their own people or the enemy?

Therefore, at such a time, the sudden arrival of the air force would inevitably bring great shock to the Altrians.

Thinking of this, Andrei immediately issued missions to the army and air force players respectively, instructing them to quickly cover the convoy behind them and, incidentally, to clear out the enemy in the forest.

These guys have been hiding in the woods, as annoying as rats. It's time to show them the players' jungle warfare capabilities!

(End of this chapter)