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But this time was different... They didn't detect any trace at all, and then the soldiers were suddenly assembled. An hour passed and still no news came out, and they had no idea what was happening inside the camp.

The ship's doctor had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

The last time he had such a bad feeling was when Luo Tianming came over to warn the archbishop to stop.

“Priest…” a rebel soldier said to him, “Still no news. Should we send someone to investigate?”

"..."

Looking at the camp in the distance, the ship's doctor's face changed several expressions in the darkness.

Finally, he sighed and said, "Let's stick to the original plan. Our inside man has most likely already been discovered. Sending people out to probe now will only alert him."

"But……"

The ship's doctor shook his head and said, "We must act tonight no matter what; it's an order from the archbishop."

The rebel soldiers looked at him with some confusion, then began to gather their men to prepare for a night raid on the camp.

What the ship's doctor didn't tell him was that there can't be two voices within a sect, and no matter how strange the situation at the front was, he couldn't disobey Archbishop Yakov's orders.

Yakov's hasty decision was also due to external factors: the mutinous soldiers' attempt to seize the armory had failed, which suddenly eased the already precarious situation of the Europa Alliance.

Due to a lack of weapons and ammunition, the rebel soldiers' firepower has been greatly reduced... The capital cannot wait any longer; if they wait for Europa Alliance to react, not only will the rebellion in the capital region be quelled, but the rebellions in other regions will also be quickly suppressed.

We must take the capital quickly, and then get the military high command to negotiate with the Europa alliance.

"..."

The ship's doctor put on his bulletproof vest and, together with the mutinous soldiers, quietly crawled across the long, dark area in the middle. Behind the last wall of sandbags, they each glanced at the time on their watches.

"Thirty seconds..."

"preparation!"

"charge!"

Countless figures rushed out from behind the cover, firing submachine guns as they charged forward recklessly. The sentries at the gate were quickly riddled with bullets, and the rebel soldiers swarmed the wire mesh defenses like a school of piranhas.

Finally, the door was fully opened.

The campsite here is quiet...

The soldiers fired a burst of bullets into the air, but they didn't see any panicked soldiers.

"What about people?!"

I don't know who asked this question.

Only then did they realize that the 'sentinels' they had just shot to pieces were actually dummies filled with clothes and guns. After 22:00 PM, the lights here would be turned extremely dim to simulate a nighttime environment.

This is also what gave the rebel soldiers the confidence to launch a night attack.

Among those present, only the ship's doctor was covered in cold sweat, his bulletproof vest soaked through.

"Oh no, we're too late!"

On the border of the B6 area of ​​the capital, the mechanized combined arms brigade waiting for a signal was equipped with tactical goggles. Night vision goggles allowed them to see everything in the dark, while infrared thermal scanning could simultaneously reveal signs of human activity.

Luo Tianming, seated in the BTR, activated the [Synchronization Communication Device] and said, "Let's begin, Lucy..."

"..."

Instantly, the special forces' drone "Reaper" interface transmitted back enemy location information accurate to the centimeter level. The dense red dots marked how many living things were in the area, and it received real-time reports from the sound monitoring system.

Looking at the total number of people in area B6, the special forces members looked grim, but they still gritted their teeth and gave the order.

"Operation—begin!"

As soon as the order was given, all the M270 multiple rocket launchers and howitzers around, as well as the smoothbore guns of the T-80 tanks, roared simultaneously.

The intensely burning gunpowder kicked up dust, and the rockets drew contrails in the air.

Grenades rained down from the sky, their violent explosions and shockwaves shattering the tranquility of the night. Rockets plummeted vertically from the air, their instantaneous explosions like lightning bolts from the heavens.

The first battalion of the mechanized forces acted as a spearhead, directly piercing into the capital's B6 area.

Chapter 395 Depleted Uranium Bombs

"..."

Sitting in the BTR-90, Luo Tianming sensed that the soldiers around him were somewhat reserved. Their backs were ramrod straight, and their necks were as if welded shut, never swaying from side to side.

This made him feel somewhat lost.

Luo Tianming initiated the conversation, saying, "Want to have a cigarette before the mission?"

"...Major, thank you for your kindness, but this is during the course of a mission."

Those people refused righteously and firmly.

Silence returned to the vehicle. The BTR-90 seemed to be nodding as it drove, stopping every now and then depending on the situation on the battlefield. Luo Tianming even suspected the driver was doing it on purpose; he, who was usually not prone to motion sickness, was almost getting dizzy, let alone the ordinary soldiers.

Luo Tianming couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Let's move forward at full speed... Let's go see what's happening at the front."

"?!"

The driver ahead was startled: "Major, the fighting is still ongoing at the front. For the safety of the command system..."

Luo Tianming interrupted, saying, "Don't worry, even if this vehicle is blown up by an anti-tank missile, I won't be the one who gets into trouble. You should be more worried about yourselves."

"..."

The driver wanted to retort, but... not only him, the other soldiers also suddenly thought of Luo Tianming's strange rumors, and his tendency to cause trouble wherever he went.

The soldiers' faces turned even paler than before.

After that, a BTR-90 was seen shuttling between various front-line positions, with rockets and various shells flying around them as if they were about to fly.

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"Frontline troops have begun engagement with the enemy—command vehicle calling all officers to advance according to the pre-arranged plan, with barrage slowly advancing from the rear!"

The first mechanized battalion at the front line issued an order, and the artillery fire from the rear precisely eliminated the red dots appearing on the screen one by one.

Since they had no way of confirming whether each of the red dots represented a civilian or an armed soldier, the battlefield immediately descended into indiscriminate attacks.

The Grim Reaper searched for its target in the sky... Shells fired from 155mm howitzers flooded the area where the red dots were most concentrated.

boom--!

The shockwave from the explosion instantly ravaged a space within a radius of tens of meters. The supersonic shockwave generated by the high-energy explosive could easily tear apart a human body. Furthermore, because the northern part of the capital is mostly densely populated residential space, the shockwave's destructive power in enclosed conditions was even greater than before.

Suddenly, a large number of red dots disappeared from the screen.

"First wave of impacts confirmed!"

"Retreat 100 meters, cleanup personnel, fire!"

At this time, many residents in the northern part of the capital had just gone to sleep and were awakened by the tremors from the ground, unaware of what was happening.

Windows within a radius of several hundred meters were shattered, and smoke and flames turned half the sky above the capital red.

Several people who looked like soldiers rushed out from downstairs and were instantly mowed down by heavy machine guns!

The metal chains made of large-caliber bullets tore their bodies apart, and the wheeled armored vehicles that followed crushed the corpses into bloody pulp.

The fierce attack from the capital's army directly tore through the unprepared defenses of the Painted Skin Cult. The battle gradually unfolded from area B6 inwards. The first battalion in front formed an arrow-shaped formation, protecting the infantry within the outer perimeter of the infantry fighting vehicles. The soldiers were responsible for finishing off targets that the heavy machine guns could not fire in time.

And this arrow is slowly piercing the enemy's most vital area, his heart.

"...!"

When the ship's doctor saw the flames soaring into the sky to the north from the camp of the mechanized troops in the capital, he almost lost his footing.

"Quick...quick!" he said, waving away the priest who tried to help him, his face filled with terror.

"Hurry to the archbishop! Quick! We're going to be late!"

"..."

The ship's doctor frantically urged every soldier around him that the front line was definitely not with them now. This night raid had mobilized almost all of their regular combat forces, leaving the archbishop with only about a thousand guards.

If something were to happen... the consequences would be unimaginable!

But things didn't go as planned. When the ship's doctor and his men tried to get back to the archbishop quickly, they ran into the rearguard that had been lying in ambush.

Thump thump—!

Two explosions rang out on either side of their path.

"Enemy attack!"

The lead ship's doctor immediately lay down, and then the surrounding soldiers fired a few shots haphazardly.

The ship's doctor, relying on his experience, moved toward the spot where the explosion had just occurred, as the probability of encountering two explosions in the same crater was less than 5%.

However, it was in the crater that the ship's doctor found some small steel balls.

He immediately looked at the wreckage swept away by the explosion; the soldiers' legs looked as if they had been 'eaten' by something.

An experienced officer recognized it at a glance: "Claymore mine... an anti-personnel mine!"

"Everyone, be careful of any unusual protrusions, and watch out for any tripping hazards on your body."

"..."

The ship's doctor, however, thought even further ahead: setting up booby traps, barbed wire, and anti-personnel mines would undoubtedly cut off their 'escape route'... It seems they were prepared to fight a desperate battle.

This will only worsen the situation for the archbishop.

Despite the numerous booby traps in the vicinity, the ship's doctor urged the soldiers to advance quickly.

Rounding a street corner... a 7.62 caliber light machine gun suddenly opened fire, catching the soldiers off guard.

Soldiers from the Second and Third Battalions used the houses in Area B6 to hold off the enemy who were pursuing them during the night raid from the converted windows of the bunkers.

The ship's doctor collapsed to the ground again... At the same time, someone pressed down on him, and the weight suddenly became heavy, with something wet on his back.

"...!"

He was pulled back with all his might, and when he looked up... the priest who had protected him had a large hole shot through his chest.

The ship's doctor was only momentarily bewildered before taking command of the battle.

He had seen something far more brutal... Under that man, even the most ordinary soldier could be transformed into a monster more ferocious than a pirate.

The ship's doctor could only pray... pray that the archbishop would realize the danger, as they wouldn't be able to get back to protect him immediately.

The barrage of artillery fire from the rear kept the First Battalion on the front lines constantly worried that a shell might accidentally hit friendly forces.

Fortunately, so far there have been no cries of pain from the infantry fighting vehicle's communications.

The newly installed 'calibration program' greatly assists long-range firepower units in aiming. They don't need to perform precise calculations at all; remote operation will directly and accurately lock onto the enemy behind every cover.

After the First Battalion broke through the B6 boundary by one kilometer, the resistance it encountered increased significantly, and its speed decreased.

Upon learning of the enemy's attack, the remaining troops immediately notified the rear to block the main roads and use any available debris to slow down the advance.

Meanwhile, the explosions from rockets and grenades laid behind also filled the road with various debris and rubble.

Finally—when the first scream came through the First Battalion's radio communication channel, they encountered enemy anti-vehicle weapons.

"Attacked! It's an RPG!"

A violent blast of air struck from the flanks, and the other unaffected BTR-90s immediately aimed their onboard cannons at the enemy.

The dense barrage of bullets turned the enemies into mincemeat before they could even scream. The aluminum alloy bulkheads were smashed, the pillars were cut off, and the cabin collapsed instantly as if it had been sliced ​​in half horizontally.

As soon as they approached the core area of ​​the Painted Skin Cult, they encountered enemy anti-vehicle weapons, which made Lieutenant General Lycam's expression somewhat grim.

There is no way to leak their current plans, but the fact that they reacted so quickly suggests that there must be someone secretly defecting to them within the military leadership.

Being bogged down here for too long is not a good idea; we must try to avoid prolonged fighting.

He immediately ordered: All tanks, do not hesitate to unlock their anti-tank missiles and aim them at any approaching enemy!

Deep within the intricate residential area, an enemy wielding an RPG could spawn anywhere; there's no time to figure out who's safe.

"Fire!"

The instant he gave the order, anti-tank missiles pierced the air like a hail of bullets. At extremely close range, the missiles' power caused a "rain of blood and flesh" to fall on the residential area. Someone's severed intestines flew into the air and ended up hanging on the T-80's main weapon.

For those residents of the capital who were initially in a mood to watch the show, this was undoubtedly the beginning of a nightmare.

While night vision goggles allow soldiers to see enemies moving in the dark, they do not allow them to distinguish between enemies and civilians.

"Watch out, one o'clock!"