Warlords: I just made a little fortune, but I didn’t build a country.

On a desolate and tense border plain, 600 203mm heavy howitzers are neatly arranged with their barrels raised high, pointing toward the sky.

"All units, attention, prepare to fire!"

At the command, the entire artillery position was in an uproar. The artillerymen quickly and accurately pressed the firing button, and 600 heavy howitzers roared in unison, with the huge recoil shaking the ground. The first round of 600 heavy howitzer shells were like tigers, dragging long tails of flames, cutting through the sky, and whistling towards the target area of ​​the Alliance Army 45 kilometers away.

At this time, the arsenal and food storage base of the alliance army were still immersed in a seemingly peaceful illusion. The soldiers were either rescuing the fire caused by the Qin army's rocket launcher attack, or saving the wounded and counting supplies. They did not notice that a large number of shells were flying rapidly from the sky 45 kilometers away.

Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound broke the silence. A sentry looked up in horror and saw that the densely packed black spots in the sky were rapidly growing larger.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The sentry yelled at the top of his lungs, but it was too late. The first round of shells landed accurately in the target area.

"boom!"

In an instant, flames shot up into the sky and the explosion was deafening.

The arsenal was hit first, and the ammunition stored inside was detonated, triggering a series of violent explosions. A huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and the entire sky was illuminated red. The grain storage base was not spared either. The impact and high temperature of the shells caused the piles of grain to burn instantly, and billowing smoke mixed with the smell of burning filled the air. The barracks were also engulfed by the ruthless flames and shrapnel.

Then, the second round, the third round... 12 rounds of fire attacks followed one after another like a surging tide. 7200 heavy howitzer shells continued to pour on the enemy's target point, and each explosion was accompanied by the collapse of buildings, the destruction of supplies and the disappearance of lives. The powerful shock wave generated by the explosion of the shells overturned everything around, knocked down the solid walls, and smashed the heavy equipment to pieces.

In this devastating blow, the target area of ​​the Alliance Army fell into chaos and despair. Soldiers fled in all directions, but there was nowhere to hide. The sound of explosions and screams intertwined to form a symphony of death.

The arsenal was completely destroyed, and the weapons and ammunition originally used in the war now became the weapons that buried them; the food storage base was turned into a scorched earth, and the ashes of the food were scattered in the wind, which meant that they were about to face the dilemma of food shortage; the barracks no longer existed, the soldiers lost their place to live, and their morale dropped to freezing point.

As the last round of shells fell, the entire battlefield gradually returned to calm, but this calm was eerie. The battlefield was full of burning ruins and debris, and the buildings and facilities of the past had been reduced to ashes, leaving only a dead silence.

This 12-round fire attack, with absolute force and precise strikes, completely destroyed the key target points of the alliance army and dealt a heavy blow to the enemy.

Miley Arthur, who was far away in the Eastern Theater Command, also learned of the attack and almost fainted from anger. Fortunately, the other party had been in a high position for a long time and had experienced many battles, so he was able to calm his restless and panicked emotions.

"It looks like it."

Miley Arthur said to the Chief of Staff, "Our guess is correct. This news must be reported to the General Command. Otherwise, we will lose our absolute advantage in the subsequent war."

"You're right."

The chief of staff nodded and said, "The Qin army must have some technology that can monitor our army's location. Because every time, the Qin army can accurately attack our arsenal, food storage warehouse, and heavy weapons. This is definitely not luck. The Qin army must have advanced equipment that we don't know about."

“Now I finally understand.”

Miley Arthur sighed and said, "This is why the Qin army is able to annihilate dozens or hundreds of times more soldiers than our alliance army at a very small cost every time."

"There's no time to lose, report it now!"

......

While Miley Arthur was contacting the headquarters, Yuan Zhan started to make another move, which was to dispatch armed helicopters to carry out the final firepower harvest on the Alliance soldiers stationed in Huku.

According to Yuan Zhan's battle plan, the first step is naturally a rocket launcher attack, and the second step is a heavy howitzer attack. After two rounds of fire attacks, the enemy will definitely be on guard.

At this time, long-range attacks are not very effective, and precision attacks are needed, that is, using armed helicopters to cover the troops on the ground.

"Buzzing."

In Huku, where the Alliance army was stationed, this land that had been repeatedly baptized by war was already scarred. The previous rocket launchers and grenades had reduced it to ruins, with pungent smoke and burnt smells filling the broken walls. The burning buildings were still making crackling sounds, as if telling of the cruelty of war.

Suddenly, a low and gradually approaching roar broke the silence.

In the sky, 500 Phoenix 11 armed helicopters were seen like a black steel torrent, overwhelming the sky. Their fuselage lines were smooth and sharp, reflecting the cold metallic luster. Under the sunlight, they looked like messengers from hell, exuding a chilling aura.

"Target locked, ready to fire!"

At the command of the flight captain, the air-to-ground missiles mounted under the wings of the helicopter whizzed out like arrows from a bow.

These missiles, with long tails of flame, streaked through the sky and rushed towards the camp of the Alliance Army. Each missile carried a huge amount of energy and hit the target accurately.

"boom!"

Instantly, the barracks was engulfed in flames from the explosion, the huge impact shattered the walls, and the roof was lifted into the air. Some of the soldiers in the room were hit by the blast and flying shrapnel before they could react, and they screamed in despair.

At the same time, the helicopter's six-barreled rotary machine gun also began to fire frantically. The machine gun fired at a very fast rate, and dense bullets poured down like raindrops, stirring up dust and sparks on the ground.

"Da da da."

The Alliance soldiers tried to find shelter, but in the face of overwhelming firepower, everything seemed so futile. Soldiers fled in all directions in the hail of bullets, some fell in a pool of blood after being hit, struggling in pain; some hid behind the ruins, trembling, but still could not escape the fate of being hit.

Phoenix 11 armed helicopters rely on their excellent maneuverability to flexibly shuttle across the battlefield. Sometimes they fly low and use machine guns to carry out close-range attacks on ground targets; sometimes they rise to a higher altitude to avoid possible enemy counterattacks, and then dive down again to launch a new round of attacks. The pilots skillfully operate the helicopters, using the cover of terrain and buildings to constantly change the angle of attack, making it difficult for the alliance soldiers to defend themselves.