Lynch's Notepad

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Tal'darin's counterattack was swift and fierce, catching people off guard.

One second there were only sporadic exchanges of fire. In an instant, the roar of cannons was heard, and the jungle was filled with heavily armed enemies.

The Tal'darin holy warriors emerged from the hole in the ground, climbed down from the trees, and emerged from the water. We were horrified to find that the entire jungle was a huge death trap.

The Federal 104th Division was besieged, and the companies on our left and right flanks were defeated by this sudden attack.

Electromagnetic pulses, lasers, bullets, and angry swords engulfed them instantly.

Only our Spartan heavy infantry company is left struggling to support itself, not for any strategic goals, but just to survive.

The raiders who suddenly sprang out were all Tal'darin regular troops, and their equipment and training were not at the same level as their militia.

The Tal'darim soldiers are brave and wise, and they know how to deal with the human heavy infantry that looks like an iron can.

Completely different from the chaotic formations of the militia, the Ta'darin special operations team is a group of five to seven people and carries out anti-armor operations in an efficient and planned manner.

They used high-priced imported alien laser rifles to consume our energy shields, then set up anti-material sniper rifles in the distance and used large-caliber depleted uranium armor-piercing projectiles to penetrate the nano-ceramic armor we were wearing.

After a quarter of an hour of fighting, we lost a third of our brothers, but Mad Dog Johnny still had a calm face.

It seems like it's all a small scene to him.

Listening to the wails of his comrades, facing the Tal'darin raider squads all over the mountains and plains, even the bravest veterans began to feel timid.

We were overwhelmed by the firepower and could not move, so we could only hold our position and wait for support.

The Tal'darim stepped on the human bones and howled wildly, venting the resentment they had accumulated for a long time. They did not know that they would soon be in disaster.

Human military theorists believe that all fear stems from insufficient firepower.

Parliament's appropriation and the Federal Legion's combat method regardless of cost are the best medicine to eliminate this fear.

The impression of this battle was so profound that I clearly remember every word spoken at that time.

A pleasant magnetic voice came from the radio:

"Hello, tough guys.

I'm Major Elsa.

The 142 Valkyrie ground attack aircraft formation has arrived at the combat area, is this the air support you called for?"

For Marines whose death rate is extremely high, the voices of sisters in the field are like angels and the voice of hope.

"We called for support. We are trapped in the trench and cannot move!"

"Which specific area? Which trench? Please mark it!"

Mad Johnny grabs the radio station from the operator:

"Your voice is becoming more and more mature and charming. Hello, Miss Elsa, when can I go on a date with you?"

The squadron leader recognized the Spartan Captain's voice and breathed out impatiently:

"Oh... Johnny, you're such a big-hearted guy. Let's talk about the date after you survive."

"Don't be so cold, beauty. Not only me, but my brothers are also bachelors. Hey, let me tell you, how about our Spartan Company and your Valkyrie Flying Squad having a social reception?"

"Johnny, how long have you been joking...Oh...damn it! The enemy has launched anti-aircraft missiles! We are locked! Sisters, launch decoy bombs quickly! Perform tactical evasive maneuvers!"

"Be safe, ladies. The Tal'darin pups took some wild medicine, and they all sprang out as if their nest had exploded."

"No. 171 was destroyed and five sisters died...the fuel tank exploded and they had no time to parachute...We will continue to perform the mission,"

At this time, even Mad Dog Johnny put away his joking expression and became serious:

"Sorry ladies, we're sad too."

"The Tal'darim sons of bitches will soon see the wrath of the Valkyrie."

"It's necessary. These barbarians have provoked people they shouldn't have provoked."

"We are about to arrive at the target location. Spartan Company, please indicate the area that requires fire coverage."

"Except for the marked position area, the entire B13 area was completely destroyed."

"Ah? Johnny! You...are you drinking too much?

You said... you want to blow up the entire B13 area? What about the friendly forces? There are still hundreds of people!"

Johnny sighed: "Without friendly forces, they are all dead."

"Oh my god..."

Squadron Leader Elsa's voice became choked:

"Received...Comrades, please enter the bunker...The carpet bombing is about to begin..."

Half a minute later, I saw 15 A-17 Valkyrie ground attack aircraft lined up in a wedge-shaped formation, roaring and appearing at the end of the sky.

This type of attack aircraft fully embodies the simple, crude and pragmatic design elements of the human weapons industry.

This is a ground attack aircraft specially designed for complex theater fire support missions. In order to resist anti-aircraft fire, key parts of the fuselage are covered with tough titanium alloy armor.

In order to drive the huge 190-ton fuselage, scientists equipped it with three extremely powerful turbine engines, coupled with a special aerodynamic layout design of the wings, allowing this bulky machine to fly with great force.

In order to fit the name of the Valkyrie, all pilots are women.

They are all classmates in the same female military academy. The Marines affectionately call them the field sisters. They are mainly responsible for tasks such as field fire support and rescue supplies.

Alien civilizations that are enemies of humans call them banshees who spread death.

Facing such a strong air barrier, the Tal'darim's light anti-aircraft firepower was completely scratching their itch. They relied on the firepower of high-power laser launchers and heavy missiles to shoot down three of them.

For the generals at the headquarters, only seeing three color aircraft turned into black and white on the big screen is a completely acceptable level of loss.

For the Valkyrie pilots, losing the sisters they had known each other day and night must be heartbreaking pain.

The remaining 12 Valkyrie ground attack aircraft lowered to an altitude of 1,000 meters. The 40MM rotary cannon under the nose poured out a dense barrage. The loading sequence of the ground crew was that each round of depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds was followed by three rounds of high-explosive rounds.

, even Superman has to lose his skin.

In an instant, the anti-aircraft firepower points set up by the Tadarim were plowed to the ground, and all the personnel and equipment were blown away to nothing.

The veterans were used to big scenes and just cheered and celebrated, but I, a new recruit, was completely frightened by this overbearing ground-licking firepower.

Mad Dog Johnny patted me on the shoulder and said what we just had were just appetizers and the feast would start soon.

"Big guy, if you want to save your life, don't watch the excitement, get into the trench, and curl up like a baby." That's what he said, and I quickly understood what he meant.

The Valkyrie attack aircraft opened its huge magazine and dropped dozens of tons of "Dandelion" bombs in one breath.

These death-spreading dandelion seeds shed their shells at a height of 100 meters and split into hundreds or thousands of small guided bombs.

A few seconds later, a violent explosion turned the entire B13 battle area into a sea of ​​flames.

Our Spartan company huddled in the trenches and didn't dare to raise our heads.

The heroic Sergeant Oleg was the only one who did not lie down. He waved a big stick amidst the explosion, which was our company's identification friend or foe signal transmitter. The guided bombs would automatically avoid the signal when detecting friendly forces.

I felt like my brain was going to flow out of my ears, and I might become deaf soon.

This is not like a bombing, but more like a serious natural disaster, such as a volcanic eruption or an earthquake.

When the Valkyrie attack aircraft formation left and everything calmed down,

The Spartan Company had been buried under the splashing mud. Due to the seepage of groundwater, the trench became muddy. It took a lot of effort for me to climb out.

Everything around me felt strange, like I was on another deserted planet.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and earth, and beneath my feet was black or brown, steaming earth that had been blown over.

The dense vegetation and trees seemed to have never existed, and only clues could be found from the blown leaves and trunks.

It is unbelievable that this place was once a dense jungle, but now it has turned into a hellish scorched earth.

Mad Dog Johnny dusted the dirt off his body and said to me:

"You see, don't mess with women."
Chapter completed!