readytorunbook Chapter 832 Conquered
Chapter 832 Conquered
The instant evaporation of Morris and his car became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
No, that wasn't even a straw. It was a hammer of judgment weighing tens of thousands of tons that fell from the sky, smashing the nerves and wills of all members of the Apocalypse Legion, along with their ridiculous pride, into pieces.
At this moment, fear is no longer enough to describe their inner feelings.
It is a more primitive and pure kind of instinctive collapse that occurs when a creature faces an irresistible natural enemy.
"escape--!!"
I don't know who was shouting in the communication channel, with a torn voice, full of endless despair.
It's like a signal.
The entire "Apocalypse" tank cluster was completely defeated.
The so-called formations, tactics, and orders were all thrown out of the window at this moment.
The remaining dozens of steel behemoths, like a group of mindless wasps whose nest had been disturbed, began the most chaotic, ugliest and most undignified escape.
They scrambled to turn their cars around, trying everything they could to get away from the land behind them that was emitting blue death light and looked like the entrance to hell.
Some tanks turned too sharply and overturned into the craters, with their tracks spinning helplessly towards the sky.
Some of them, in a panic, collided violently with their own troops who were also trying to escape. The collision of steel and steel made a sharp sound, and the two behemoths were stuck together, and neither could move.
Others were stuck in the mud that had been loosened by artillery fire, and despite the painful roar of their engines, they only sank deeper and deeper.
This is no longer a retreat.
It was a disorderly and ugly rout.
For the coalition forces of Longguo and Pennsylvania, the clarion call for counterattack was truly sounded at this moment.
"All 99A units! Open fire! Knock down these living targets one by one!"
Song Zhenhua's roar reached the ears of every tank crew through the public channel.
At the same time, bursts of sharp, air-tearing whistles were heard in the sky.
It’s the J-20.
The Black Warhawks, which had been hovering high in the sky, patiently waiting to cooperate with the electromagnetic cannon's precise strikes, finally revealed their ferocious fangs at this moment.
They swooped down from the clouds like ghosts, and the air-to-ground missiles mounted under their wings began to flash and ignite.
A ruthless "roll call" led by the ground and the sky began.
The "Thor's Hammer" electromagnetic cannon has entered its most comfortable rhythm.
It no longer needs to consider how to break the energy shield, because most panicked tankers even forget to turn it back on.
Its mission becomes simple and pure - aim.
Rays of blue light streaked across the sky from below the horizon at a nearly constant frequency, as precise as a metronome.
Every flash of light meant that an "Apocalypse" tank that had crashed due to a malfunction or was stuck in the mud and was wiped out from the battlefield cleanly and neatly.
It is like a top-notch sniper, specifically selecting the most valuable targets and then eliminating them with an unavoidable bullet.
The J-20 in the sky is responsible for hunting down those "lucky ones" that are still moving.
One after another, precision-guided missiles, with long tails of flame, pounced accurately on the "Apocalypse" that was fleeing madly, like hounds smelling blood.
The flames of explosions lit up one after another in the fleeing tank column.
Although these conventional missiles cannot instantly decompose tanks like electromagnetic guns, their powerful force is enough to blow off the tracks of these tanks or destroy their engines, turning them into iron coffins paralyzed in place.
Then, what awaits them is the next fatal blue light rising from the horizon.
This is no longer a battle.
This is a complete dimensionality reduction-style slaughter.
The Dragon people were too lazy to even use their tanks to pursue. They just used two weapons that were completely beyond the comprehension of this era in an almost joking manner to carry out a cold and efficient long-range hunting at high altitude and in the distance.
Despair spread in the hearts of every surviving American tank driver.
They were like wild beasts driven into a trap by the hunter, running forward with a flying falcon watching them from the sky.
Stop, there is an invisible Grim Reaper aiming at you from a distance.
They had nowhere to escape and no way to go.
In the end, this battle, which was later called the "Pennsylvania Slaughterhouse" by military scientists, came to an end.
Among more than one hundred invincible "Apocalypse" tanks, only a few of them were lucky enough to escape back to the territory of the Eagle Sauce with injuries all over their bodies.
On the vast Pennsylvania plains, all that was left was a doomsday-like scene consisting of burning debris, huge craters, and devastation everywhere.
The war ended with the complete victory of the Dragon Kingdom and the Pennsylvania Republic.
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the other side.
At the joint command center of the Bear-Eagle Alliance in the Eagle Sauce homeland, as well as in the Kremlin far away in Moscow, on the huge tactical screen, the red spots representing the "Apocalypse" Legion, after a period of crazy and disorderly flashing, finally, one after another, slowly went out.
When the last dot of light disappeared on the dark screen, the whole world seemed to be drained of all sound.
In the command center, those senior generals of the Russians and the Americans, who were once full of vigor and ambition and capable of giving orders, all collapsed in their seats as if their backbones had been pulled out.
There was no anger or sadness on their faces, only a kind of... dullness and confusion caused by witnessing something far beyond the limits of their cognition.
Everyone's face had a deathly gray color.
Their mouths were unconsciously open, and their eyes stared blankly at the screen that had returned to darkness, as if their souls had been taken away along with the extinguishing of those light spots.
Then, like zombies, they were summoned to the top-secret underground conference room in the Pentagon.
This was a meeting destined to go down in history as a disgrace.
The huge circular conference table was filled with the highest-ranking figures from both the military and political circles of the United States.
On the main screen at the end of the table, against the backdrop of the Kremlin's iconic onion dome, appeared the Soviet leader Joseph and the equally gloomy faces of the marshals around him.
No one speaks.
Not even a wail.
The entire conference room fell into a dead silence that could drive a person crazy.
The ashtray was filled with half-smoked cigars, and in front of everyone was a cup of cold coffee, which no one cared about.
They were all defeated.
I was completely defeated mentally by that unreasonable and brutal force...