Chapter 417.1: War and Civil Wars
The tanks of the northern army advanced, constantly spitting out shells, and the infantry followed the tanks without a drop of fear.
Soon, bullets and shells began to fly in all directions with a dangerous whoosh. Ordinary bullets could not cause any damage to the tanks, but soon the first tanks began to appear on the defenders of Central.
Soon, the tanks of both sides began to fail. Someone who was more lucky, just lost their iron monster, and for someone this day was the last in their life.
Su Xiao followed the tank, and after a few dozen steps, an artillery shell landed next to his group.
After taking a quick look at him and assessing the distance, Su Xiao shifted his gaze forward, however, the soldiers of the north around him did the same, but even faster. All of them looked at the projectile just as calmly, and after assessing the distance, they continued to move forward without even lying down on the ground.
A couple of seconds later, the shell exploded, but the group had already moved even further away, which is why none of them were injured..
Recruits were afraid of artillery, and veterans were afraid of direct contact with enemy infantry.
Experienced soldiers could easily determine the type of projectile that fell and its power, so they could quickly assess whether they would be hit by an explosion or shrapnel. If they were dangerously close, they could just lie down on the ground and cover their heads with their hands. In this case, the chance of injury was minimal, and if shrapnel still flew into their bodies, it often did not disable the soldiers..
On the battlefield, bullets were flying everywhere along with shells, and loud rumbles did not stop resounding in the air. From time to time, loud explosions could be heard from tanks being torn to shreds.
The technological level of the Steel Alchemist world was somewhat similar to that of Su Xiao's world during World War II.
The tanks of the Army of the north moved forward without much resistance, and reinforcements from Central, along with local forces, tried to give them at least some resistance.
The weapons of both sides were almost identical, except that the reinforcements from Central had some advanced designs, but nevertheless, Central's forces were now trapped in the trenches and they couldn't raise their heads.
Such a huge difference was not due to the poor armament of Central's forces. Such a huge difference was caused by too large a gap in the experience of the commanders of the two sides.
Reinforcements from Central and local forces have always lived in peace and security. All the wars and riots did not even come close to their territories, while the army of the north was surrounded by powerful enemies in the form of armies of other countries. Almost every three days, small skirmishes broke out between the army of the north and the armies of other countries, and large battles usually occurred once a month.
All these battles were bloody and soldiers from both sides often died during such skirmishes, but in reality it was just a very common "exchange of experience" between soldiers and commanders of different countries.
Soon, there was a howling sound in the air, and Central's planes appeared in the sky.
They were the weakness of the northern army. She didn't have any air power. They were only supposed to guard the border in the north, not capture enemy territory. Moreover, Central was not going to give out aircraft to the army of the north because of the possible uprising.
But fortunately, the northern army had an air defense system.
Given the technological level of the Steel Alchemist world, planes could at best drop bombs or fire mounted heavy machine guns.
Although they could cause serious damage, it was easy to shoot them down.
Hundreds of anti aircraft cannons were deployed in the blink of an eye and a huge amount of tracer and incendiary bullets flew into the sky.
The battle gradually became more fierce. The front line was moving closer to the city and more often this battle between the forces of Central and the army of the north affected the homes of ordinary residents.
Ordinary people began to quickly move away from the explosions, trembling with fear.
A little more than a thousand tanks of the northern army under the cover of more than fifty thousand soldiers advanced. Each tank had a crew of four soldiers, and each of them performed their duties accurately and without any hitches.
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Inside one of the tanks, the captain, "Saint", observed the surrounding situation through binoculars, only the upper part of his head sticking out of the hatch.
Each soldier had a different call sign. With the help of call signs directly in combat operations, it was not only much easier to convey information, but it was also possible to identify a not quite smart spy in case of something..
The saint was looking for a suitable target. This battle took place on a large plain, and naturally not all of Central's forces were concentrated in the trenches near the city.
They had already prepared places for tanks with anti-tank guns, and although they clearly did not have time to prepare well for their arrival, even one hidden tank or an anti-tank gun could disable a couple of their tanks at once.
Such hidden tanks and cannons were very dangerous and could turn the tide of battle on some part of the front in case of anything..
*Ding-ding-ding!..*
Bullets suddenly began to rain down on the hull of his tank and the hatch above it moved with a ringing sound.
The massive hatch almost hit the Saint's head, but he quickly hid his head in the tank and roared, " There's a heavy machine gun in the pit for five hours, Wolf, give him a light!
The gunner, Wolf, immediately began to turn the valve around himself and the tank's turret began to move directly in the direction of the pit.
— Saint, bring it on, this devil is sitting too deep!
The Saint nodded and touched the hatch, and the tank fired.
*Boom!*
The ground flew into the air, but the projectile did not hit the target, but only caused the machine gunner to calm down for a couple of seconds..
The machine gunner again began to water the tank's turret, clearly wanting to kill the commander and part-time" eyes " of the tank.
— Take a couple of centimeters higher! The Saint roared, hiding his head back.
Another shot rang out, but this time the Wolf saw a body fly into the air through the main gun's scope and laughed. "Took the bastard out!
*DING!*
The projectile fired from somewhere far away did not penetrate the" body " or turret of their tank, but instead ricocheted off the top of the turret and blew off the hatch above the Saint's head.
The captain ducked quickly and laughed out loud. — And here is our long-awaited guest! Wolf, get ready, for dinner today we have the famous anti-tank firecracker! After bellowing the last part, the Saint stuck out his head without a drop of fear, and when he saw the location of the cannon, he pointed the Wolf at it.
He knew that they had to destroy this weapon, or else a couple of their tanks would be destroyed in addition to them.
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