Chapter 1282: 1199 Shen Capital Street Battle_2
The Junker bombers, loaded with bombs, took off from the airport near Dingcheng, easily reaching the Shen Capital and dropping their load of bombs.
Due to the short distance, the flight path could no longer limit the Junker bombers. They could easily carry a full load and drop rows of bombs over the heads of the Shen Army.
For the soldiers of Mirage Country, this was not good news: bombs falling like raindrops from high above, densely pattering on their heads, that feeling was truly quite intense.
The accompanying shockwaves forced all the troops of Mirage Country on the ground to shrink down, hold their breath, and wait for the disaster to pass quickly.
The buildings, already unstable, wobbled and collapsed under the sound of explosions, stirring up a sky full of dust and swallowing everything around them.
Fighting had to pause due to the bombing, with soldiers on both sides waiting for those damned planes to quickly roll away.
The communication between the Army and the Air Force was sotis so frustrating, the Orc troops had no idea that at this ti today, the Air Force would carry out such a large-scale damned bombing!
The small sand grains on the ground were shaken to bounce by the explosions, while those damned bombs kept falling, as if to erase the entire city from the map.
The power of a bomb is much greater than an artillery shell of the sa size and weight, because bombs do not need a hard shell to accelerate and spin in the barrel.
So these bombs can carry more explosives, making the explosion more genuine and sincere, deceiving neither the old nor the young.
Although the raindrop-like bombs gradually moved away and the Orc bombers flew into the city center of the Shen Capital, the battlefield on the city’s outskirts remained silent.
Everyone needed ti to recover, to let the recent shock slowly fade from their minds. This was more of a ntal aspect, physically it was straightforward: the smoke and dust were too thick to fight.
Collapsed buildings and exploding bombs would stir up dust, and only when these choking things drifting in the air dissipated would the battle resu.
However, the recent bombs really caused chaos in the rear of the Shen Army, so newly established command centers were destroyed, and so places distributing supplies were buried or blown up.
In short, recovery would take ti and a lot of manpower. At this mont, if you found a few civilians to help clear away the collapsed buildings, they’d probably steal whatever was buried inside.
No matter what, military items are good items: apart from large-caliber shells, anything else is considered good by civilians.
Arms? Keeping bullets and guns for themselves can provide a sense of safety on a chaotic battlefield. Grenades and all easily hidden weapons can save lives at critical monts, so pistols, grenades, and bayonets are popular among civilians.
On the other hand, food like rice and flour goes without saying, clothes and military supplies are equally precious: it’s getting colder, even a pair of leather shoes or a few garnts, no matter how thin, can provide warmth, right?
If luck was on your side and you found dicine while clearing away the ruins, you’d really strike gold: these dicines could really save lives at critical monts, truly “worth more than gold”!
The smoke gradually began to clear, the frontline troops of the Shen Army grew tense: having just gone through the bombing, so ammunition deliveries hadn’t arrived, so reinforcents had yet to co… They themselves didn’t know what was wrong at the rear.
On the Orc side, it was different, a lot of soldiers were cursing as they got up from the ground, then sent the wounded back to the starting position, while the rest quickly resud attacking.
It’s impossible for bombing accuracy not to cause friendly fire, so the Army had deep grievances against the Air Force pilots. They longed for Air Force support yet were annoyed and angry from often being hit by bombs dropped by their own planes.
“Tutu tutu tutu!” The sound of machine guns appeared again, tracer bullets darted through the turbulent air, dense M35 steel helts moved under the cover of the barrage crossing the cratered streets, beginning to attack the rough high ground piled with ruins.
The Shen Army soldiers on the high ground began to counterattack, the crisp sound of Shireck Model 1 rifles echoed, occasionally taking down Orcs, but soon the soldiers in steel helts rushed into the Shen Army’s defense line.
Shouts to fix bayonets rang out repeatedly, followed by so Shen Army soldiers shouting “Long live the Shen Emperor”, clutching grenades as they charged out of the trenches and engaged in deadly combat with the Orc troops.
The sound of explosions resounded in the skies, and the Orc troops eventually began to retreat. The Shen Army ultimately held their ground, but only after paying a heavy price.
This was the real battlefield — not every attack would yield gains. In fact, most attempts would fail because the opponent was not so unresponsive target.
On the gradually silent positions, three soldiers of Mirage Country advanced along the twisted natural trenches. Leading the way was the communication soldier who went to seek reinforcents before the bombing.
He carried his Shireck Model 1 rifle, carefully sidestepping the corpses of the Shen Army on the ground, as well as so Orc soldiers’ bodies.
The two people following him were silent, the recent bombing had cost them a comrade on the road. The comrade was unlucky — a flying brick had struck his head.
It should have been no big deal, but he had no steel helt…
The forrly common steel helts had beco a rarity among the Shen Army, issued fully only to officers. As for the soldiers, perhaps only half could be issued this good item.
The other half could only make do with cloth military caps, their fatality rate naturally high when faced with shelling or bombing.
The remaining Shen Army soldiers on the position numbly watched the “reinforcents” arrive, not knowing if they’d live to have dinner.
Yes, now their greatest comfort was the food. Becoming a soldier was essentially for food, because without it they’d have starved days ago.
Several officers were collecting various bullets from the corpses, if they were lucky, they found Thompson submachine guns and plenty of bullets from the bodies of Orcs.
It was a highly risky process because Orc sharpshooters attacked the goblins who cleaned the battlefield; the safest was to find the weapons of Orc corpses within cover, but not every weapon was very useful.
Actually, in terms of rifles, there wasn’t such a performance gap between the Mauser 98K and Shireck Model 1 rifles; using either was the sa.
It’s nothing more than replacing the goblin soldiers using the Shireck Flintlock Gun with Mauser Rifles, making them look more like soldiers, rather than cosplayers.
“Collect ammunition!” The second battalion goblin captain reminded his drowsy soldiers to use the ti to do sothing aningful.
Ammunition replenishnt wasn’t always tily, finding out so of the enemy’s weapons and utilizing so of their ammunition could save lives at crucial monts.
“Captain! I brought back two reinforcents.” The communication soldier awkwardly introduced the two soldiers from the battalion.
The second battalion’s captain nodded, indicating they could relax: “There’s not much ceremony here! You coming to help, I’m already very grateful.”
After introductions, they were assigned tasks, then even picked steel helts of decent condition from the goblin corpses, placing them on their heads.
There’s no choice, though the Orc’s M35 steel helts were everywhere, such helts were not to be casually picked up on the battlefield, because it was easy to be accidentally shot by highly stressed comrades, dying not by enemy fire but friendly fire would be truly unjust.
A few minutes later, Orc shelling started again, but this ti the shelling wasn’t aid at them. The distant explosions sounded dense, yet for everyone on this unbombed position, they were like a soothing lullaby.
Soon, so were asleep amidst the rumbling artillery sound, they were just too exhausted, with no reserve troops to relieve them from battle, all the goblin units could only stand firm, slowly being worn down to nothing…
No one complained because there was simply no energy left for complaints. They found any random place, leaned against a rock, and fell asleep, only those assigned to keep watch forced themselves to continue awake.
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