Just as the elves were activating several backup radar stations along the border to search for targets, an anti-radiation missile had already been detached from the launch rack under the wing of the Wanderer Electronic Warfare Aircraft.
Trailing a long tail fla, it rushed towards its distant target, constantly adjusting its flight trajectory based on the opponent’s electromagnetic radiation signals all the way.
Like it had eyes, the sharp glide wing on the missile body disturbed the airflow, ensuring that the missile’s head was always pointed towards the direction of the enemy.
After a long flight, the missile finally crashed into the "light in the night," accurately hitting the massive steel radar antenna that was continuously emitting radio signals.
Having absorbed the warfare experience provided by the dwarves and the People of Qin, the elves had already modified many radar stations to safer modes. The radar station antennas were relocated to relatively farther positions, while the radar stations themselves were situated far from the antennas.
This change indeed affected the radar’s coordinate accuracy because relative coordinates would experience so shifts. But for the elves’ not-so-precise radar systems, such flaws were actually insignificant.
They couldn’t precisely scan the coordinates of targets anyway, so they simply disregarded and renovated those ancient radar stations. As the war situation rapidly worsened, many radar stations had not even had ti to debug their equipnt after relocation.
"Boom!" The explosion’s flas engulfed the radar antenna, and the high temperature of the blast lted the steel, imdiately causing a radar device to lose all its signal sources.
The radar station commander, located within a shelter, heard the distant explosion. Everyone knew that those ever-looming anti-radiation missiles would one day fall on their heads.
Now, as the missile finally ca down, everyone naturally let out a sigh of relief: the opponent only destroyed the radar antenna, and the loss was still acceptable for them.
"One radar incapacitated, backup radar has started working... but the frequency band is being interfered with. We detected so targets before the interference, and they are at least 40 kiloters away from us." A military officer reported the latest situation to the radar station commander.
The backup radar didn’t have much impact, only detecting so targets before interference, but before the operator could judge valuable information, the radar screen was again filled with interference noise.
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The unfortunate supply station fire continued to blaze, and the Elf Officer in charge of directing here watched the soldiers who ca to help with the firefighting, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
"Drive those trucks away! Drive them to the woods on the side! Stay hidden! Damn it! Idiots! Move faster!" He occasionally shouted into the distance, reminding the hurried soldiers what to do.
The whole village was already in chaos, and the villagers who originally lived here gazed at the houses engulfed by flas, grieving silently. They were initially unwilling to lend their hos to the military; now with their houses gone, they lacked the courage to seek compensation from the army, leaving them to stand there watching the fire swallow their old hos.
As gasoline burns and explodes, it naturally cannot be extinguished quickly. Despite the soldiers’ vigorous efforts to fight the fire, they still couldn’t stop its spread.
Soon, several adjacent residential houses also caught fire—these places were rest areas for the supply station staff, now also consud by flas.
Letting the fire spread further could soon endanger the goods area on the other side of the rest area. The area stores coats originally intended for transport to the Ice Cold Empire, but due to transport issues, they stayed here. Now, with the Ice Cold Empire already fallen, there’s no need to keep moving north.
Originally, these coats were designed elf-style, so even though there’s no need to keep sending them north, the Elf military was reluctant to discard them, choosing to reserve them here to distribute for frontline soldiers’ use.
But now it’s better, maybe there’s no need to waste effort distributing it at all; soon enough, they’ll beco fuel, in this winter setting off a blaze, demonstrating their residual heat.
"Where’s the anti-aircraft gun? Why isn’t it firing?" The supply station commander ranted, anxiously watching the fire spread, seemingly already ready to shift bla onto the defense troops.
"Woo..." The air raid alarm had been sounding for a long ti, and anti-aircraft guns stationed on the village outskirts had entered combat readiness. Although sounding the alarm again now seed sowhat ironic, the necessary work still needed to proceed boringly.
The two anti-aircraft gun platoons stationed in the fields outside the village were searching for targets in the sky, but they found nothing but the sun.
Several 88mm caliber anti-aircraft guns exported from the Great Tang Group had their slender barrels aid at the sky, and the loading hands carrying the ammunition stood beside the artillery, yet they hadn’t awaited the thunderous sound of firing.
The observing sergeant held a rangefinder gazing at the clear sky, unable to spot any target; naturally, he couldn’t give any combat orders to the ammo loaders waiting beside the artillery.
The anti-aircraft gun’s shells require presetting the air-burst altitude before firing. Without paraters, there’s no way to set the fuse, so everyone waits, waiting for useful information to arrive.
But wait as they might, they never received the enemy aircraft’s flight altitude and position paraters from the radar station, nor did they obtain paraters from observational personnel’s visual estimates... so naturally, they just kept waiting.
Using anti-aircraft artillery to deal with enemy aircraft at this point is sowhat embarrassing. But the elves indeed couldn’t produce any better weapons, so they just had to make do with these obsolete arms.
They actually know that anti-aircraft guns can’t handle the Tang Army’s aircraft anymore, but these weapons are their only ans of air defense, and even if they’re useless they can still boost morale.
Unfortunately, boosting morale is all it does; the air defense unit can’t waste ammo shooting at empty blue skies. Their ammunition is very precious, knowing that once depleted they’d have to wait for replenishnt too.
On this day, at least 200 Elf ground targets were struck by the Great Tang Empire’s Air Force, including 4 frontline field airports belonging to the elves.
The losses suffered by the Elf Race remain unaccounted for, but everyone knows the losses are surely huge. And all understand, the Great Tang Empire’s Air Force is the vanguard of their military; once the Great Tang Air Force takes action, the ground assault is close at hand.
Therefore, almost all Elf ground troops beca vigilant at once, desperately wanting to know where exactly the Great Tang Empire’s Armored Corps had advanced to at this mont.
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