Chapter 405: Chapter 280: Steel Camp Strikes (First Update)_2
It seed like the artillery unit commanded by Wu Wo from Steel Camp was the best at firing guns.
Other Genetic Warriors were not incapable of shooting, it was mainly that they did not have the sa accuracy.
Besides firing guns, they were equally adept at wielding various weapons in dium to close combat, almost every Genetic Warrior was versatile.
Over twenty artilleryn had already released their Eye Worms, utilizing a flight radius of three and a half kiloters and an altitude of one thousand ters, they could observe targets within fifteen kiloters.
One by one, the Eye Worms flew into the sky, the palm-sized creatures hardly noticeable as they shared visual data directly with the Genetic Warriors’ minds, calculating various distances, altitudes, and numbers.
It was like a personal information terminal, with no potential for the loss or distortion of intelligence during transmission.
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“One and a half minutes of covering fire.”
Seeing the opportunity, with the enemy all within the ambush zone, Wu Wo decisively gave the order.
The scattered artilleryn of Steel Camp received the firing information from their radios and began crouching down.
Click!
Wu Wo himself also squatted down, slightly lowering his head, a 120mm mortar barrel protruding from his neck while ammunition boxes were piled in front of him.
Usually, deploying a traditional heavy mortar required building a launch position, setting up the mortar, and manual targeting, which took about half an hour.
But Wu Wo had skipped all these steps, his body serving as both the mounting and the base.
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He grabbed a mortar round with one hand, and directly shoved it into the barrel behind him.
The 18-kilogram shell slid down the barrel under gravity, colliding with the firing pin, triggering the prir.
The air was blasted upward from the barrel, the recoil transferring to his body. Wu Wo quaked from the force; under such conditions, a normal person’s internal organs and bones would have shattered, but protected by Biological Armor and his modified physique, he endured the impact and vibrations.
In milliseconds, the high-velocity rounds with a maximum range of eight kiloters swiftly exited the barrel, curving as they fell toward the enemy on Sin Fan Avenue.
Boom!
The shell exploded off the side of the road, sending a horrific shock wave and shrapnel flying, shredding bodies within several ters and leaving behind a huge crater.
The nearby soldiers from Japan and Chan Country collapsed in masses, many of those further away were pierced through by shrapnel, clutching their wounds and screaming in agony.
Even those who were lucky enough not to get injured felt their blood churn and organs ache from the massive explosion.
This 120mm heavy mortar packed enormous power, deadly within a radius of 25 ters, and likely to cause injuries within 50 ters; even standing over a hundred ters away was no guarantee of safety.
“Who is firing the guns?”
Isaka Yuusuke, startled by the explosion, stayed clear-headed and issued combat commands through his command vehicle.
“We’re facing an ambush, infantry must imdiately find cover, anti-artillery radar to track enemy movents, deploy reconnaissance drones, contact land and air forces, report to headquarters.”
But Isaka Yuusuke had underestimated the intensity of the attack; his orders had just been relayed when a torrent of shells continually hamred down, causing chaos in the advancing troops.
“Feels great! I’m gonna blast these motherfuckers hard.”
Wu Wo’s face was lit with excitent, his hands alternating swiftly.
The mont his left hand loaded a mortar round into the barrel and fired it off, while smoke still lingered at the muzzle, his right hand had already smoothly loaded another shell into the barrel, with no unnecessary or spare motions in between.
One could only see Wu Wo’s hands moving so fast they seed to blur, firing the 120mm mortar at an incredible rate.
In just one minute, no less than thirty shells had been fired, creating a continuous series of blasts without pause.
For comparison, a 120mm vehicle-mounted mortar with an advanced fire control and automatic ammunition loading system only had a firing rate of about ten rounds per minute.
As for traditional heavy mortars operated manually, their sustained firing rate was even slower, generally only six or seven rounds per minute.
The reason being that humans tire, have limited physical strength, and their actions aren’t as fast, precise, or consistent as a machine’s.
However, in front of the Genetic Warriors of Steel Camp, they managed to fire at a terrifying rate far surpassing that of vehicle-mounted heavy mortars.
Thirty rounds per minute, a rate typical of 60mm light mortars, was exhibited instead on 120mm heavy mortars, skillfully manipulated by the Genetic Warriors.
Leveraging their extraordinary strength, speed, and reflexes, Wu Wo’s movents were not only fast but also stable.
Each recoil had already caused him to leave two deep indentations in the ground, and with each shell fired, his body shook.
Yet, he could perfectly adapt, subtly adjusting his body after each bombardnt to ensure the mortar’s aim remained steady.
He also continuously monitored the effects of the bombardnts through the airborne Eye Worms.
When the enemy began to retreat and seek cover, he would readjust the mortar’s aim effortlessly with slight movents of his body, completing the realignnt in less than a second.
For other traditional mortars, soldiers needed to calculate the firing elents themselves, using a triangular mount turntable and elevation chanism to adjust the mortar tube’s angle— a complicated and ti-consuming process that could delay combat opportunities. But Wu Wo could do it effortlessly with a single bodily adjustnt.
Like Wu Wo, over twenty Genetic Warriors serving as artilleryn each had an average firing rate exceeding thirty rounds per minute.
The group of over twenty, their mortar barrels roaring incessantly like furious beasts, fired six to seven hundred shells down on Sin Fan Avenue in one minute.
This terrifying volu of fire, especially from large 120mm caliber shells, caused extrely horrifying casualties.
Under the covering fire, Sin Fan Avenue was now filled with cries of agony.
Boom!
A shell landed in a densely crowded area, blasting a two-ter deep crater and scattering the body parts of over a dozen soldiers who perished instantly, leaving no survivors. Various limbs and organs mixed with the flying scorched earth, coloring the ground a dark red.
An armored vehicle driving in was hit by the mortar, which had a relatively low muzzle velocity and subsonic shell speed, resulting in poor armor-penetration capability. But this was a direct hit with a heavy 120mm shell.
The shell struck directly from above, rendering the armored vehicle totally wrecked, and none of the crew inside survived; they all died instantly.
A tank was also hit on the roof. Although the shell did not penetrate the armor, it destroyed the external equipnt of the tank, causing onboard systems to fail, and all the crew inside were stunned.
Several mortar shells followed, one of which fortuitously hit the engine compartnt at the back of the turret, causing the engine to catch fire.
The crew inside, stunned from the impact, couldn’t respond and perished confusedly in the burning tank.
Rumble!
An ammunition transport vehicle got stuck in a mud pit, becoming a target for the artillery. When hit by a mortar shell, accompanied by a massive fireball, soldiers in the vicinity were caught in the explosion and died in the subsequent massive ammunition detonation.
In just one and a half minutes of sustained bombardnt, thousands of shells fell, turning Sin Fan Avenue into a at grinder.
Countless soldiers trembled in the explosive roars, their bodies torn apart while the ground was stained red with blood and organ fragnts.
Suffering severe casualties due to the focus on densely packed infantryn, at least several thousand lay dead in pools of blood.
Although the mortar shells they had brought were considerably depleted, the results were undoubtedly very satisfying.
After one and a half minutes of intense covering fire, Wu Wo imdiately ordered, “Everyone conduct mobile artillery strikes, don’t get blown up.”
Having said that, Wu Wo picked up the ammunition box at his feet and swiftly changed positions.
The enemy’s counterattack was imminent, as observed through the Eye Worms.
Scarcely ten seconds after he left, a self-propelled howitzer fired in retaliation.
A fifty-kilogram shell fell near his forr position; had he been there, he would have been blasted along with his Biological Armor.
Wu Wo had run several hundred ters away, so this shell no longer posed a threat to him.
Ordinary mortars, even vehicle-mounted ones, simply couldn’t shift positions like this.
In a forest environnt, speeds weren’t feasible, only Genetic Warriors could carry hundreds of kilograms of mortars and ammunition and still move swiftly.
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