king of war

Chapter 285
On the winding mountain road, there are abandoned wrecks everywhere, the truck is scattered to pieces, the tank with the turret lifted is tilted to the side, and it is blackened by the flames.

Several armored infantry fighting vehicles were disembowelled, revealing the charred bodies inside, and they were randomly discarded on the side of the road.

The soldiers walked across the road numbly, their eyes glazed over, and they turned a blind eye to the tragedy around them.

A jeep stopped by the side of the road, and Zakayev jumped out of the car and stood on a big rock by the side of the road, looking at the lifeless army in horror.

A few days ago, the military was neat and well-trained, how did it become like this.

Zakayev was wondering when he suddenly heard a scream piercing the air in the distance.

"Enemy attack!", the experienced veteran of the rebel army uttered a heart-piercing cry, and immediately fell to the ground with quick reactions, while some stood there in a daze, refusing to hide.

Zakayev watched helplessly as a mass of shells hit the long marching team with precision, causing a cloud of blood, and the stumps and broken arms were blown to pieces in the flames.

This burst of shelling came and stopped quickly, three rapid fires, no corrections, no corrections, and left after shooting.

Before the dust and smoke caused by the shells cleared, someone kept shouting, "Medical soldiers!"

A few military doctors with red cross armbands hurried over, and the others got up with blank expressions, and continued to walk forward in a daze, without even patting the dust on their bodies, like walking dead.

Zhakayev was so angry that he still looked like an army, and shouted: "Zigyev! Where is Zigyev, come and see me!"

After a long time, no one answered, until an old soldier said: "Colonel Ziegyev has been killed by a sniper."

"When did it happen?" Zakayev was stunned, "Why didn't anyone report it?"

"Just last night, the radio station was broken, and all the communication soldiers were taken away." The veteran shrugged.

At this time, an officer wearing the logo of a lieutenant colonel ran over panting, saluted in a panic and said, "General Zakayev, I will take the temporary command here now."

"Why don't you fight back? What about the artillery?" Zakayev growled. "You don't fight back if you just do that?"

"General..." the lieutenant colonel said with some embarrassment, "We have run out of shells... The supply truck has not arrived for a long time, and the artillery can't fire at all."

"Where's the artillery radar?" Zakayev grabbed the lieutenant colonel's collar angrily, "If there are no shells, send a helicopter!"

"The helicopter was also shot down, General." The lieutenant colonel said with difficulty, "We tried to send infantry and armored vehicles, but none of them came back."

Zakayev was furious, "Idiot, idiot, what are you still doing here?"

The lieutenant colonel was at a loss for words for a while, he didn't know what they were doing here, he just followed the original order to the assembly point, and now he didn't go halfway, and he made this ghostly appearance.

Zakayev gritted his teeth and looked at the lieutenant colonel's silent look. He kicked him away, jumped to the stone next to him, took out his pistol and fired three shots in the air.

The crisp gunshots caught the attention of the rebel soldiers, and soon they recognized their leader, their blind walking feet gradually stopped, and they all cast their gazes over there.

Zakayev picked up a loudspeaker and shouted: "Where are the officers? All living officers come to me to assemble!"

Soon the officers ran out of the crowd and began to gather towards Zakayev's position.

Zakayev has a very high prestige among the rebels. His arrival immediately revived the rebel soldiers, swept away the previous decline, and began to cheer up again.

"From here to here, set up two cordons. You, send a company to guard this commanding height, and two armored battalions go from here, go straight through, and ignore the enemy's harassment." Zakayev said on the spread map The boss kept pointing out, disseminating orders one after another, reorganizing the army, adjusting tactics, coordinating the mobilization of new supplies, and gearing up to prepare for a big job.

He wants to personally meet the elusive army for a while, let them see how a Cold War veteran fights.

But Zakayev's beautiful fantasy only lasted until night, and the cruel reality soon dealt him a heavy blow.

Zakayev, who was having dinner in the tent, first heard a loud sound of a trumpet, and then a roar of killing like a tsunami, and gunshots suddenly rang out all around.

Zakayev rushed out of the tent, and saw streaks of flames in the sky, densely intertwined into thin fire nets, the panicked rebel soldiers were running around, and the officers waved pistols and shouted to organize the team .

Looking along the place where the gunfire was dense, Zakayev quickly discovered the place where the fighting broke out. It was on the hill where he set up his position in the afternoon, which was the commanding height of the entire valley.

At this time, countless tall figures were vaguely swaying on the commanding heights, and the garrison company he sent out completely lost contact.

Soon the front-line officers came back to report that the garrison company had been raided and was directly driven off the position by the enemy. At this time, they were reorganizing their manpower to regain the commanding heights.

"Where are the helicopters?! Let all the helicopters take off, suppress the firepower on the mountain, use all the firepower you can use, and bomb me!" Zakayev hadn't finished speaking, and saw a few fireballs erupting in the sky. Mi 17 The helicopter spun and fell into the valley, and there was a burst of explosion.

He picked up the binoculars and watched the soldiers under him being driven by the officers, covering the entire hill, swarming towards the battlefield.

Then Zakayev saw a scene he would never forget. Because of the terrain, his rebel soldiers almost gathered in a pile and ran towards the hill.

When they were about to reach the top of the mountain, several tall figures suddenly appeared, all in black and wearing heavy armor, with heavy machine guns in their hands, pointing their black muzzles at the rebels on the hillside.

Flames of death spewed out from the muzzle of the gun, splashing blood mist all over the sky. The huge impact of the bullets directly knocked the bodies of the rebel soldiers into the air, and hit the soldiers behind them heavily. The army soldiers rolled and retreated from the hillside.

The condescending PVA fighters were carrying Gatling machine guns, and the long ammunition chains were connected to the metal backpacks on their backs. Sufficient ammunition ensured the continuity of firepower, and they rushed along with the rebel soldiers while strafing almost without stopping. down.

The PVA fighters wearing the exoskeleton battle armor jumped 30 meters away, how could the rebel soldiers with flesh and blood run past these steel fighters.

The tide of PVA fighters rushed down the hillside and poured directly into the rebel camp, and immediately fell into a melee.

Zakayev stared dumbfounded at the enemy as if they were in no one's land, crisscrossing his camp wantonly, three people in a combat team, alternately covering the advance, inserting into each gap with precision like a scalpel, and then violently tearing break.

The originally impregnable fortress was riddled with holes in an instant, and the rebel soldiers broke down and fled in all directions. They didn't even have the courage to continue fighting.

Zakayev took off his glasses with trembling arms, and looked at the scene in front of him with tears streaming down his face.

(End of this chapter)