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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0215_part_05
Chapter 447
chapter 0215 part 5
"Go, go, go..."
The standard equipment for a Federal Marine Corps Armored Battalion is 70 tanks and 36 anti-tank vehicles.
Two armored battalions, over 200 armored vehicles, drove out of the Federal Camp, heading towards the explosion location in a mighty procession.
Five Black Hawk helicopters ascended first and soon disappeared into the air, becoming small black dots.
The Federation's missile units and armored units making such a big movement would certainly not escape the notice of interested persons from various countries.
"Missile ground clearing, then deploying air force and armored units, this is the Federation's consistent style! But the air battle hasn't ended yet, why are the Americans' armored units in such a rush to deploy?"
On a High Ground not far from the Federation base, several *Country* Soldiers were observing the Federation base with military binoculars.
The leader was an Elder wearing a *Country* Army general's uniform. Although over fifty, he appeared spirited and healthy.
He was commenting on the Federal Army's tactics.
"In the Middle East Battlefield back then, the Arab suffered a lot from them. But this kind of precision attack tactics only works against Third World Countries without advanced anti-missile systems!"
The Fatty next to the Elder wore a normal suit and had a face that looked simple and amiable, but his words were sharp.
"With the Wakandan's technology, these missiles can't break through their defense system at all. But seeing the Federation deploy so many armored units, they have clearly achieved their attack target!"
"Hmm?!" The Fatty's words reminded the Elder.
"Staff Officer Liu, send a few excellent Scouts to sneak behind these armored vehicles and see what ghost they are up to?"
"Yes!"
...
The once dense jungle was a mess. The impact caused by the explosion had uprooted trees, and mountain fires were still burning in many places.
A bat-shaped Vibranium jet slowly landed on the Ground.
T'Challa, in Vibranium armor, stepped off the Vibranium jet with a solemn expression. Beside him were four King's Guardswomen with equally solemn expressions.
He had just finished a meeting with several Tribal Elders and had regained actual control of the Wakandan Forces.
T'Challa surveyed the Lake Surface, searching for Killmonger's whereabouts.
On the shore not far away, a large brown figure lay half-dead...
At this moment, the humming of attack helicopters sounded in the sky.
T'Challa raised his head. In the distance, five Black Hawk helicopters were flying towards them.
Like five disgusting flies.
"Shoot them down!"
T'Challa's tone was cold. As soon as he finished speaking, two Vibranium jets took off into the sky.
Accompanied by streaks of wrist-thick blue pulse wave, the five Black Hawk helicopters instantly turned into five fireballs in the sky.
"Your Majesty, an armored unit is heading this way!"
"Kill them!"
...
The Federal Marine Corps Armored Battalion is equipped with M1A2SEP main battle tanks.
These big guys, nearly 10 meters long and weighing 67 tons, are equipped with a second-generation thermal imaging system, commander's independent thermal imager, true color flat display, digital terrain map, thermal control system, and the latest digital C3 equipment.
Their effective range can reach 8-10 kilometers, making them true kings of land warfare.
However, even the best tanks need attack helicopter cooperation; otherwise, once they encounter air strike fire, they truly become living targets.
'Warning, warning, high-speed target approaching our vehicle team, arriving in ten seconds.'
A sharp alarm sound came from the electronic monitor.
Inside an armored vehicle, a blonde man wearing a Federal Colonel's military uniform heard the alarm sound, his expression changed drastically, and he quickly picked up the communicator.
"We are under air strike fire, requesting air support, requesting air support"
"Withdraw!! Quickly withdraw, withdraw, withdraw!!" After requesting reinforcements from Headquarters, the Colonel immediately shouted loudly into the vehicle team communicator.
Without air cooperation, no matter how strong the ground armored forces were, they could only become living targets. This was the experience summarized in blood and tears by Saddam in the Middle East Battlefield.
However, facing two Vibranium jets, where could the armored unit escape at its slow speed?
There was no other method. Facing the Vibranium jets in the high altitude, rows of armored vehicles lined up neatly, activating their anti-aircraft autocannons and bombarding the direction from which the Vibranium jets were flying in turns.
Bright yellow artillery shells, like raindrops, continuously and densely flew out from the thick gun barrels, falling towards the distance in an unending stream.
"The Americans' armored unit is finished!"
Less than two kilometers from the Main Battlefield, two men with buzz cuts lay on the ground, observing the battle movements with military binoculars.
"Impossible, the Wakandan only have two fighter jets. With the firepower of these armored units, they should be able to hold out until air force reinforcements arrive," one buzz-cut man argued with his comrade-in-arms, whispering.
"We've seen the Wakandan's military strength and technology level during this time. Do you think the Wakandan's fighter jet speed is faster, or the Americans' rescue plane speed is faster!"
The buzz-cut man turned to look at his companion, then turned back to continue staring at the battlefield.
He also reported battlefield information to the Base from time to time through his communicator equipment.
...
"Vehicle number three damaged..."
"Tank number five tracks damaged..."
"Tank number seven Driver's Cab penetrated..."
A series of noisy sounds came from the communication channel. In the Federal Command Post, Lieutenant General Hayden's expression was ashen.
"Send out all air force fighter jets to cover the armored unit's counterattack."
No matter what, he couldn't let two battalions of armored units be annihilated.
Following Lieutenant General Hayden's order, dozens of Federal fighter jets broke away from the Main Air Battlefield and flew to the sky above the armored unit's location.
(end of chapter)
"Go, go, go..."
The standard equipment for a Federal Marine Corps Armored Battalion is 70 tanks and 36 anti-tank vehicles.
Two armored battalions, over 200 armored vehicles, drove out of the Federal Camp, heading towards the explosion location in a mighty procession.
Five Black Hawk helicopters ascended first and soon disappeared into the air, becoming small black dots.
The Federation's missile units and armored units making such a big movement would certainly not escape the notice of interested persons from various countries.
"Missile ground clearing, then deploying air force and armored units, this is the Federation's consistent style! But the air battle hasn't ended yet, why are the Americans' armored units in such a rush to deploy?"
On a High Ground not far from the Federation base, several *Country* Soldiers were observing the Federation base with military binoculars.
The leader was an Elder wearing a *Country* Army general's uniform. Although over fifty, he appeared spirited and healthy.
He was commenting on the Federal Army's tactics.
"In the Middle East Battlefield back then, the Arab suffered a lot from them. But this kind of precision attack tactics only works against Third World Countries without advanced anti-missile systems!"
The Fatty next to the Elder wore a normal suit and had a face that looked simple and amiable, but his words were sharp.
"With the Wakandan's technology, these missiles can't break through their defense system at all. But seeing the Federation deploy so many armored units, they have clearly achieved their attack target!"
"Hmm?!" The Fatty's words reminded the Elder.
"Staff Officer Liu, send a few excellent Scouts to sneak behind these armored vehicles and see what ghost they are up to?"
"Yes!"
...
The once dense jungle was a mess. The impact caused by the explosion had uprooted trees, and mountain fires were still burning in many places.
A bat-shaped Vibranium jet slowly landed on the Ground.
T'Challa, in Vibranium armor, stepped off the Vibranium jet with a solemn expression. Beside him were four King's Guardswomen with equally solemn expressions.
He had just finished a meeting with several Tribal Elders and had regained actual control of the Wakandan Forces.
T'Challa surveyed the Lake Surface, searching for Killmonger's whereabouts.
On the shore not far away, a large brown figure lay half-dead...
At this moment, the humming of attack helicopters sounded in the sky.
T'Challa raised his head. In the distance, five Black Hawk helicopters were flying towards them.
Like five disgusting flies.
"Shoot them down!"
T'Challa's tone was cold. As soon as he finished speaking, two Vibranium jets took off into the sky.
Accompanied by streaks of wrist-thick blue pulse wave, the five Black Hawk helicopters instantly turned into five fireballs in the sky.
"Your Majesty, an armored unit is heading this way!"
"Kill them!"
...
The Federal Marine Corps Armored Battalion is equipped with M1A2SEP main battle tanks.
These big guys, nearly 10 meters long and weighing 67 tons, are equipped with a second-generation thermal imaging system, commander's independent thermal imager, true color flat display, digital terrain map, thermal control system, and the latest digital C3 equipment.
Their effective range can reach 8-10 kilometers, making them true kings of land warfare.
However, even the best tanks need attack helicopter cooperation; otherwise, once they encounter air strike fire, they truly become living targets.
'Warning, warning, high-speed target approaching our vehicle team, arriving in ten seconds.'
A sharp alarm sound came from the electronic monitor.
Inside an armored vehicle, a blonde man wearing a Federal Colonel's military uniform heard the alarm sound, his expression changed drastically, and he quickly picked up the communicator.
"We are under air strike fire, requesting air support, requesting air support"
"Withdraw!! Quickly withdraw, withdraw, withdraw!!" After requesting reinforcements from Headquarters, the Colonel immediately shouted loudly into the vehicle team communicator.
Without air cooperation, no matter how strong the ground armored forces were, they could only become living targets. This was the experience summarized in blood and tears by Saddam in the Middle East Battlefield.
However, facing two Vibranium jets, where could the armored unit escape at its slow speed?
There was no other method. Facing the Vibranium jets in the high altitude, rows of armored vehicles lined up neatly, activating their anti-aircraft autocannons and bombarding the direction from which the Vibranium jets were flying in turns.
Bright yellow artillery shells, like raindrops, continuously and densely flew out from the thick gun barrels, falling towards the distance in an unending stream.
"The Americans' armored unit is finished!"
Less than two kilometers from the Main Battlefield, two men with buzz cuts lay on the ground, observing the battle movements with military binoculars.
"Impossible, the Wakandan only have two fighter jets. With the firepower of these armored units, they should be able to hold out until air force reinforcements arrive," one buzz-cut man argued with his comrade-in-arms, whispering.
"We've seen the Wakandan's military strength and technology level during this time. Do you think the Wakandan's fighter jet speed is faster, or the Americans' rescue plane speed is faster!"
The buzz-cut man turned to look at his companion, then turned back to continue staring at the battlefield.
He also reported battlefield information to the Base from time to time through his communicator equipment.
...
"Vehicle number three damaged..."
"Tank number five tracks damaged..."
"Tank number seven Driver's Cab penetrated..."
A series of noisy sounds came from the communication channel. In the Federal Command Post, Lieutenant General Hayden's expression was ashen.
"Send out all air force fighter jets to cover the armored unit's counterattack."
No matter what, he couldn't let two battalions of armored units be annihilated.
Following Lieutenant General Hayden's order, dozens of Federal fighter jets broke away from the Main Air Battlefield and flew to the sky above the armored unit's location.
(end of chapter)
