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Chapter 313 Although there’s no transport plane, a glider will do too

Chapter 313: Chapter 313 Although there’s no transport plane, a glider will do too

From the northern to the southern parts of River Valley Province, Bear Tooth had followed Lord Jin Ya conquering countless Survivor Bases, yet never had they encountered such tough resistance.

Especially that barrage of rockets, which truly terrified him, causing him to retreat 5 kilometers and still not recover.

A group of nearly a thousand people stopped in a hollow between hills.

The dense vegetation was conducive to concealment, while the nearby slopes provided open views and were easy to defend and hard to attack—it was an excellent place to set up camp.

Seeing Bear Tooth terrified, Tu Men sighed inwardly and stepped forward to console him.

"You need not panic, those rockets, although powerful, are not very accurate, and their effective range is shorter than our 100mm artillery. From our current position, they can’t reach you at all."

"As long as we dig trenches and build anti-cannon holes and tunnels in the position, even the most powerful rockets can’t hurt anyone inside."

Underestimating the resistance of the enemy was his mistake.

Initially, Tu Men thought that since the soldiers of the New Alliance had taken the southern slope of Pine Forest Gorge less than 24 hours ago, they could at most dig a few trenches; after the artillery bombarded them, a wave of infantry would charge, and they would manage to plant the flag. It was unnecessary to waste time digging trenches in the position.

The real hard fight should have been in the suburbs of Qingstone County.

However, what he did not expect was that the resistance of the enemy far exceeded his expectations. By the time he realized the situation was dire, the enemy had already retaliated from their attack, hitting his positions with indirect fire.

It totally stunned them.

Bear Tooth, gasping for breath, cursed.

"Damn it... the intelligence was wrong! They have more than just one thousand-team! There are thousands of people just on the heights in front of us!"

Tu Men gave a wry smile.

"That’s not necessarily the case... From the density of their fire, there should only be about two or three hundred people there, but they have ample ammunition, probably carrying excessive supplies, as their machine guns haven’t stopped."

"Regardless, this is no longer an opponent we can handle!"

Having said this, Bear Tooth immediately called over a signalman, snatched the walkie-talkie from his chest, and reported the situation here to the rear.

"Those damned Ground Mice have fierce fire! As soon as our men charged, they called for support, and in a few minutes, they bombarded our position with at least 1000 shells! Luckily, I didn’t send everyone up!"

"There are definitely more than just one squad stationed there, at least a thousand-team! Report our situation here to the leader; we need reinforcements!"

After a bout of spitting and shouting into the walkie-talkie, Bear Tooth threw it back to his subordinate.

Looking at the Thousands of leaders, Tu Men standing beside him suggested.

"Waiting here isn’t solving anything; why don’t we send two hundred-teams back to the positions we just evacuated and dig out the trenches? Once the reinforcements arrive, we can immediately launch the next offensive. Without defense works, we have nowhere to hide from their shells."

Tu Men paused for a moment, then continued.

"The soldiers of the New Alliance are probably fortifying shelters in Qingstone County right now. The longer this drags on, the worse it is for us... We have no time to waste."

Bear Tooth thought about it and felt that his advisor made some sense.

That idiot Lion Tooth had dallied in Qingstone County for four months; the defense works he’d built had benefited those annoying Ground Mice.

If it dragged on for too long, even if he managed to capture Qingstone Town, he feared he would have few brothers left.

At this moment, his mind was still on the copper mine in Far Creek Town.

To take down that copper mine, he needed a good number of men.

"Alright, do as you suggested!"

After saying this, Bear Tooth called over a Centurion.

"You, take men back to the hill we just left and dig out the trench for me! If you can’t dig a trench that can fit three thousand men in three days, I’ll hang you!"

The Centurion knew well how ruthless Bear Tooth could be, not sparing even his own people or the enemy. Although extremely reluctant, he dared not disobey and could only reluctantly take the order.

"Understood! Boss!"

...

Pine Forest Gorge.

Not far from the southern slope, Night Ten perched with a sniper rifle on a ridge, looked through his eight-power scope at the northern hillside two kilometers away, and a hint of surprise flicked across his eyes.

"Yikes! Those bandits actually came back?"

And they started digging trenches on the hill!

Wild Wind, holding binoculars, analyzed calmly.

"It looks like they’ve realized they can’t take down this highland quickly."

"Well, that’s good news, we’ve never been afraid of a war of attrition; it’s them who can’t afford it," Night Ten chuckled and fired a shot towards the opposite side.

"Can you hit them from this distance?"

Night Ten pulled back the rifle bolt, ejecting the smoking shell.

"Nope!"

Wild Wind: "Then why the hell did you shoot?"

Night Ten grinned and responded.

"Doesn’t matter, they can’t spot us from this far away; just trying to scare them a bit."

Wild Wind shot him a sidelong glance while holding the binoculars.

"Be careful, you might get shelled later."

Just as Night Ten was about to take a second shot, he shivered.

"Shit, they wouldn’t be that petty."

Wild Wind responded noncommittally.

"Don’t know, ask them."

Two kilometers was a bit far to actually hit someone, but scaring them was still feasible.

The bullet whizzed and hit the opposite slope, kicking up a cloud of dust that startled a nearby Looter who was working.

Thinking it was the opposition’s shot, he babbled an alarm, and a group took cover near an escarpment, readying themselves.

The rocket Mosquito had launched, had turned them into skittish birds, jumpy at the slightest stir.

Night Ten had waited for a while but didn’t see those people emerge from behind the counter slope, and couldn’t help but click his tongue.

"Are they really that timid?"

Wild Wind, holding a telescope, frowned slightly.

"They’re probably planning to dig a trench from the reverse slope first..."

Unsure of the sniper’s position, those people didn’t dare to show themselves, but the digging continued.

Wild Wind even noticed that a group of Looters had split off to chop down nearby trees to use as supports for the tunnels.

These Looters were starting to get smart!

Meanwhile, on the frontline position, Old White and Fang Chang, also holding telescopes, had noticed the situation on the opposite hill.

"...Once they finish the trenches, they’ll probably launch the next offensive."

"Then let’s help them loosen the soil."

Old White’s lips curled into a mischievous smile, and he gestured to the brothers behind him; the player immediately understood and jogged to the back of the position.

Just half an hour ago, the New Alliance’s logistics troops had crossed mountains to deliver ammunition to the frontline, including 7mm bullets, two 88mm mortars and eight boxes of mortar shells.

Due to the absence of complete roads along the way, the speed of vehicle transport was very slow, and the supply transportation was mostly done on foot.

However, with the widespread use of the KV-1 Exoskeleton, the New Alliance soldiers had strong individual transport capabilities.

Particularly strength-type players who could carry three times their weight over long distances without any problems; the only real issues were charging and eating.

But those were minor problems.

Once the road from Qingstone County to Pine forest is cleared, logistics could be handed over to trucks by the New Alliance.

With the arrival of support weapons and supplies, players quickly built a makeshift mortar position using shovels and sandbags filled with soil.

It was just in time.

Old White calculated the target range and immediately issued an order.

"Mortar team, pay attention! 2.1 kilometers ahead, one round of artillery fire!"

Two crisp booms echoed from the back of the position.

Soon after, two plumes of thick smoke burst on the hillside north of Pine Forest, and the Looters who were digging trenches immediately lay flat on the ground.

Fang Chang held the telescope, observing where the shells had landed.

"It’s a bit off, shot another hundred meters ahead should do it."

Old White continued to issue orders.

"Correct the shot a hundred meters forward, fire six rounds of dispersed shots, smash it!"

The mortar position continued firing.

This time, the shells landed directly on the opposite hill.

The Looters, who were constructing fortifications, were hit directly and immediately lay flat on the ground, not daring to raise their heads, only able to cling to their heads and roll down the slope.

After six rounds of artillery were fired.

Old White ordered a ceasefire.

From the Hill now shrouded in smoke, no one could be seen.

"They must have retreated," Fang Chang observed through the telescope for a while and clicked his tongue, "Say normally, what should be done when being shelled while digging trenches?"

"In a skirmish, it’s usually optimal to dig a few isolated dugouts first, then dig in a perpendicular way, connecting the dugouts. Or just start from the bottom of the slope and dig upwards, spreading the trench to both sides once reaching the high ground..."

Watching the position two kilometers away, Old White squinted his eyes, "We’ll shell them every few minutes, then surprise them after dark by charging!"

Fang Chang’s eyes lit up.

"Good idea, they would never expect us to come out of the trenches!"

That initial cover with rocket shells had already shown the Ya Clan their firepower, they probably wouldn’t dare to send a large force before the front-line trenches were finished.

At most, two to three hundred people could crouch on the opposite hill, with Trash-Lord leading, charging back and forth wouldn’t be a problem!

Old White snickered.

"Then bring a couple of Dynamite with us, bury them in their trenches, and give them a surprise when they dig there again!"

"Hahaha! Blow up their latrines!"

Evil laughter wafted through the trench.

Their giggling sounded just like a villain’s.

Just as the two were secretly discussing their night operation, Old White’s VM screen on his arm suddenly flashed.

"Message from the command center... Let me see, damn!"

Seeing Old White’s reaction, Fang Chang quickly asked.

"What’s wrong?"

"The mission’s changed... The Death Legion is coming to relieve us at the frontline in two hours." Old White said this with a pained expression.

They had agreed to hold here for another 48 hours, but the relieving orders came before noon was even over.

He strongly suspected, because they were performing too outstandingly, they got targeted by a Dog Planner.

Fang Chang’s expression was odd.

"What about us?"

"The command center wants us to return to the City of Dawn to regroup... said there’s a tougher, more exciting task waiting for us tonight."

Glancing at the opposite position, regret filled Old White’s face.

"The night raid will have to be left to Brother Edge and the others."

West State City.

Four New Area, inside the main tent of the Ya Clan.

Listening to his subordinate’s report on the front-line situation, Golden Tooth sat on a human bone chair, his black and green face clouded with worry.

He hadn’t expected to lose two hundred men in just one morning, and even more unexpected was the number of cannons the Blue Ground Mice had equipped.

He was well aware of his subordinates’ tendency to exaggerate; a thousand shells within minutes was clearly an overstatement.

The actual situation was probably around one or two hundred shells.

Nevertheless, it was enough for him to take seriously.

Tapping his index finger lightly on the chair, he said in a deep voice,

"Send in the tanks."

Unlike the Snake Clan, the Ya Clan’s tanks were not distributed among various thousand-man teams but were organized as the leader’s personal guards forming an independent tank brigade, taking orders directly from the leader.

These big machines were costly, not only to use but also prone to malfunctions; he would not risk deploying tanks to the frontline unless absolutely necessary.

But now, there was no choice.

Standing to one side, Dylon spoke softly,

"The New Alliance has planes, rushing the tanks to the front isn’t a good idea. Even if the armor on the front of Conqueror 10 is strong, the top is a defensive blind spot. Before we send out planes, we need to address the air defense issue..."

Golden Tooth said gravely,

"So, do you have any better ideas?"

Dylon pondered,

"We need anti-air weapons. Can we import some from the Bugra Free State? Something like anti-aircraft guns, maybe?"

The Expeditionary Army did have some air defense weapons for combat against the Grand Canyon air force, but those were scarce and often specially targeted by the Grand Canyon’s artillery and aircraft, leaving few intact.

Dylon vaguely remembered that when the Expeditionary Army initially began to crumble, everyone was looking out for themselves, and a batch of supplies containing air defense equipment was sold off to the Bugra Free State by a Ten Thousand Leader.

Although he didn’t know how much Dinar the guy had made, it likely wasn’t expensive.

If they could buy some back, it should be more than enough to cope with those small planes.

However...

Sitting next to him, Golden Tooth quickly dismissed the idea,

"We’re out of money."

Dylon paused, looking at him and asking,

"What about the 2 million Dinar we had?"

Golden Tooth coughed, his voice dull as he said,

"There are too many expenses, it’s all been spent... Let’s drop this subject. Can we solve this problem ourselves? It’s not a solution always expecting others to help."

Why did he become a Looter?

Surely not just to save up money for trading.

The treasures he looted, he had exchanged some for weapons, and he splurged the rest on his pleasures.

Those slaves locked up in his dungeons were as thin as scarecrows, suitable only as labor and emergency rations; the somewhat attractive ones were mostly worn out from misuse. As the leader of the Ya Clan, he certainly wouldn’t stoop to picking leftovers from his subordinates, damaging his dignity aside; he couldn’t stomach it.

As for pleasures, naturally, the biogenetic beings that never broke however rough they were handled, and the specially bred clones suit his taste more.

As for the survivors in the North Suburb?

He had never taken those scavenging ragpickers seriously, which is why he had only sent a thousand-team to deal with them.

Golden Tooth admitted he had misjudged strategically, but regretting it now was pointless; the money spent wasn’t going to return.

As for looting it back, that seemed unrealistic, especially at this critical moment.

Standing to one side, Dylon watched him with wide-open eyes, feeling his brain throb in pain.

Spent it all?!

That was 2 million Dinar!

Even if the Dinar in the River Valley Province wasn’t worth much, it shouldn’t have been squandered so quickly!

Standing silently throughout, Wu Lun couldn’t help but hold his forehead, gaining a new understanding of his ally’s foolishness.

If it weren’t for the fact that collaborating with the Chewing Bone Tribe was ordained by the Saint Heir, he’d have started questioning the point of supporting such an incompetent ally.

Seeing his strategist fall silent, Golden Tooth knew his spending was a bit outrageous, so he coughed and said,

"Don’t panic, my friend, in two more months when the weather heats up, we can have the slaves cultivate Spirit Leaf to sell to those shrewd merchants. That stuff is worth more than Dinar."

"Two months?! We can’t possibly fight them that long!"

Dylon took a deep breath and continued,

"Buying equipment is not gonna work for now... If it comes to it, let’s just get a few trucks and string together four 12mm heavy machine guns, weld them into a unit; it should manage somehow."

"This war can’t drag on; their industrial capacity probably exceeds my expectation! If they stabilize their foothold in Qingstone County, driving them out later will be tough."

"As soon as our anti-aircraft trucks are ready, we should proceed alongside the tank units to the front line, concentrating our forces to launch an offensive against the New Alliance’s positions! Even if it costs a few tanks, we must chew through their lines! This is the optimal strategy!"

Hearing his strategist’s suggestion, Golden Tooth furrowed his brow.

Especially at the mention of potentially losing a few tanks, the thought already pained him without even having sent them yet.

Those tanks were his treasures.

He’d rather lose more Cannon Fodder than allow one scratch on his precious assets. Human life was cheap in Wasteland, but some things money can’t buy.

"Are those kind of anti-aircraft trucks... reliable?"

Dylon, hearing this, nearly burst an artery in frustration.

"Who the hell is responsible for this?!"

Standing to the side, Wu Lun sighed, interjected.

"... The propeller airplanes of the New Alliance fly very slow; as long as the density of the fire net is sufficient, it’s not difficult to shoot them down during their dive."

"I think your staff’s suggestion is good, the longer this battle drags on, the worse it is for you."

Seeing that the apostle from the Torch Church also expressed agreement, although Jin Ya still had some hesitations in his heart, he knew he had to make a decision.

He pondered for a long time.

Right hand slamming on the armrest of the chair, Jin Ya made a decision.

"Let’s do as you said!"

...

Steel Factory.

In the center of the brand-new workshop rested a large airplane nearly twenty meters long with a wingspan of nearly thirty meters.

Near-vertical fuselage and straight wings were neatly lined with rows of rivets. The wings were cantilever monoplanes, with two symmetrical electric motors installed on the leading edge.

As for the tail, it consisted of a cantilevered horizontal stabilizer and a single vertical stabilizer, with an entrance to the fuselage at the rear close to the tail.

The entire airplane’s body and wings were constructed from A3 aerospace aluminum, costing a substantial sum.

Compared to the wooden gliders produced by Goblin Technology, this airplane indeed looked more like an airplane...

From the outside, Chu Guang could roughly tell that this thing was probably a replica of the WWII era C-47 twin-propeller transport plane.

Of course, there were still quite some differences.

Perhaps worried about the power of the electric motors being insufficient, the players at the 81 Steel Factory had added an extra motor and propeller to the front of the nose, modifying the original twin-propeller design into a tri-propeller setup.

The airplane had no weapons installed, and even the cockpit only contained bare wires and a bare seat.

However, this did not prevent the players at the 81 Steel Factory from having high hopes for this large airplane, even giving it a name already—

H-1 "Dragonfly" General Purpose Airplane!

Standing in the workshop, Chu Guang walked around the airplane, nodding in approval, and asked the two players standing nearby,

"Can this plane fly?"

The expressions of Brother Ciso and Brother Levin were somewhat peculiar.

Eventually, Brother Levin coughed and explained,

"Respected Manager, this airplane... it’s still in the testing stage and might not be able to be deployed anytime soon."

Ever since their business rival Goblin Technology had come up with the glider, they had been contemplating making an airplane as well.

However, since they had started late in this aspect, the more capable players had been poached by Goblin Technology and invested in the ’W series’ flight craft improvement projects, leaving them with limited talent, so the progress had not been very fast.

The prototype parked in the workshop had been their results of more than two months, and they had just finished wiring and installing the power system; it still needed more time before it could be truly deployed.

Although somewhat regrettable, Chu Guang didn’t say much.

After all, rushing these things was useless.

To have achieved this much in such a short time, his players had done quite well.

"How soon can it be deployed?"

Faced with the Manager’s inquiry, Brother Ciso hesitated for a moment.

"Within a month shouldn’t be a problem... possibly even half a month if quick, but that depends on the test flight results."

One month.

Should be in time.

At that moment, Chu Guang suddenly had an idea, and he asked,

"Is there a way to install a 37mm gun on the side of the airplane?"

Both Brother Ciso and Brother Levin’s eyes lit up simultaneously.

"Install a 37mm gun on the side? Are you considering a design similar to an aerial gunboat?"

"We hadn’t considered this in the original design of this aircraft, but given the high structural strength of the A3 aluminum... I think it shouldn’t be a large problem; we can try!"

Chu Guang nodded.

"If a 37mm cannon doesn’t hold up, switching to a 20mm is also feasible. In a month, our ground troops should be able to push into the urban area of West State City."

"The city’s complex terrain and numerous shelters limit the efficiency of bombardment and dive bombing; we need a support weapon that is both efficient and precise to clear away the ground troops of the Ya Clan and assist our ground forces in completing the final cleanup."

"Please do research more on the specifics of the design."

At that moment, Chu Guang received a message from Xiao Qi, the Burning Corps had already changed to trains from the front line and were regrouping at the gates of the military camp north of the City of Dawn.

Leaving the 81 Steel Factory, Chu Guang headed straight to the military camp.

As soon as Vanus saw Chu Guang, he immediately approached.

"How is it? Can that transport plane be used?"

Chu Guang shook his head.

"Not for now, but it won’t affect us."

Vanus was puzzled and didn’t quite understand what he meant.

How would they fly over without a transport plane?

Chu Guang didn’t explain, but instead, he looked towards the nearby airport and the group of several pilots regrouped there.

Surviving and bringing the planes back had already proven their capabilities.

After a pause, Chu Guang continued,

"Even without a transport plane, gliders will also do."

If necessary, they could just fly multiple trips!

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