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"Unsure." Glazkov listened for a while but still couldn't be sure. The remaining two teammates, who had been resting, immediately went to their positions at the outpost after hearing the sound of a gun being loaded.
“Should I go up and take a look?” Galev pointed to the bare, rocky mountaintop. Glazykov had exceptionally sharp eyesight and hearing, often detecting the enemy before other scouts—he himself couldn’t tell whether he actually heard or sensed something.
"No, I'll go. We might not be able to see anything from up there either; we'll have to rely on our hearing." Glazkov picked up his OTs-03 sniper rifle, lowered his body, and ran towards the top of the mountain.
"What's going on?" asked Alexander, the commander of Granite 2.
“Graz heard some sounds and needs to check it out,” Galev said succinctly.
Meanwhile, Glazykov had already scrambled to the very top of the bare rock mountain, lying there and looking down at the road that disappeared into the hills—as empty as ever. But he seemed to sense that the faint sound had grown stronger, so he took off his gloves, cleaned his ears, and pressed them close to the mountaintop, trying to confirm whether the sound was still there.
That】9司｀§0∽【肆」san■≈｝∩6／souSUo: The sound did indeed exist.
“Hey guys, I’m sure the guests are coming. I’ll stay upstairs and keep an eye on things.”
Alexander heard Glazykov's voice through the earpiece, so he patted Galev on the shoulder and said, "You should offer something to the Virgin Mary to make her happy. Maybe she'll take good care of you next time, and we can benefit from it too."
"Next time for sure," Galev replied casually.
Granite 2's wait didn't last long. Five minutes later, Glazkov's voice came through the headset again: "I see them. It's a convoy of trucks. They look like Belken's Kleisen trucks. They're driving towards us on the highway."
"This is it, business is about to start!" The three men in the outpost felt a surge of excitement and renewed energy. About a minute later, Alexander saw the entire convoy through his observation scope. There were 12 trucks in total, traveling in two columns. The trucks hadn't even bothered to cover their cargo, blatantly exposing their goods. Only the lead and rear trucks carried people in their rear compartments; their khaki uniforms identified them as Belken Imperial soldiers. The rest of the trucks were filled with rows of wooden crates, most likely ammunition supplies.
“Eagle’s Nest, this is Granite 2. We’ve spotted a Belken supply convoy on Highway 2. It consists of 12 trucks and has no accompanying air defenses. The location is…” Alexander immediately connected to the command center’s communications channel and reported the intelligence.
"Eagle Nest received. Attack aircraft take off immediately, keep an eye on them, and report back as needed." Eagle Nest responded immediately, "You were the first to spot the Belkens. Well done, soldiers."
Alexander whistled: "We're the first, so what's the reward?"
"One bottle of vodka for each person in the group?"
"That's good!" Alexander said with a pleased expression, staring at the convoy below the mountain.
The 73rd Division's supply company, which was at the foot of the mountain, could never have imagined that as they rode in trucks and sang songs on their way to Swobella, the god of the underworld, Veles, had already opened his arms to them.
Viles's proxy had already climbed into the cockpit of the Su-7BMK via the ladder. A flight path and an alternate route to Highway 2 were already planned on the map on her thigh, while her ground crew were installing aerial bombs one by one onto the attack aircraft's pylons. She seemed to see someone writing on the bombs with a white marker.
What would they be writing? "For the front lines"? Or "Die, fascists!"? Lilia wondered if the Belken people could even see the words, but regardless, they would certainly feel the warmth of this greeting from the sky. After all, the Slavs had a wealth of experience in greeting invaders, and it was sure to leave a deep impression on the Belken devils. A wicked glint in Lilia's eyes.
Digital World: Taichi Yagami's Battleground
Synopsis: History has been altered by a mastermind, and Taichi Yagami's life has been changed. Piedmon attacks from the real world, Infinite Dragon invades the starting village, and Devimon is strengthened...
Although he is still a courageous child, what should be done?
"To protect my brother, I'd even destroy this Digital World that no longer needs balance!"
"Yagami Taichi is a human with potential. I, who was exiled from other Digital Worlds, want to obtain him."
"Taiyi, will you come and help me manage the Iliad?"
At this time, the girls who were close to him suddenly gained the power of gods. With their help, Taiyi kept getting stronger and kept defeating the henchmen of the mastermind. But he always felt that something was wrong.
It looks like they're fighting over Taiichi!
Knowing this, Taichi wanted to seek help, but—
"Would you like to become my assistant, Taichi?"
The beautiful and charming Kyoko Kuroi then extended an invitation to Taiichi.
It seems that it wasn't just the girls around Taiichi who shared the same idea.
The chaotic battle surrounding Taichi Yagami seems to be expanding even further.
......
PS: The original body is Taiyi, not a transmigrator.
PY time
Volume 1: Chapter 41 (The Young Eagle Spreads Its Wings)
"Witch 1, the runway is cleared and you are ready for takeoff."
"Witch One received." Lilia, codenamed Witch One, meticulously checked all the dials in the cockpit. This was her first flight, and she had to be careful. The Su-7BMK was carrying two OFAB-250 bombs and four FAB-500 M-54 bombs, a total of six bombs weighing 2500 kilograms. A single misoperation could turn this hard-won fighter jet into an expensive firework, and she would become a disgrace and a laughing stock for the Amelia Volunteer Army.
"New intelligence from Granite 2: The convoy of 73SOusUO:七℃〔●潞*☆岭齐巴令師's convoy has turned onto Highway 3. Your route needs to be adjusted accordingly."
Lilia then took out the map board from her lap and replanned a flight path and an alternate route. Ground crew instructed Lilia to operate the aircraft's control surfaces and check each component as instructed. After she signed the takeoff checklist, the gangway next to the cockpit was removed, Lilia closed the canopy, and started the engines. The AL-7F-1-250 engine, developed and produced by the Saturn Research and Production Association, could provide a maximum thrust of 8260 kgf, allowing the attack aircraft to reach a maximum speed of 2232 km/h. As the engine speed gradually stabilized, Lilia released the brake locks, pushed the throttle valve, and allowed the behemoth to slowly taxi down the runway.
This payload configuration undoubtedly extended the Su-7's takeoff distance considerably. It wasn't until the speed reached over 300 or nearly 400 that Lilia gently pulled back on the stick, and the Su-7's nose slowly rose, breaking free from Gaia's restraints and rushing into Uranus's embrace.
Lilia retracted the landing gear of the Su-7 and flew northwest, climbing to an altitude of 1500 meters. The Belken had no anti-aircraft weapons, no radar, and their aircraft were outdated biplanes. As long as she didn't act recklessly, she was invincible at this altitude. Because there was no threat and no need to evade, her flight path was a straight line, allowing her to reach the target's airspace at top speed and launch her attack.
As a rookie pilot, everything outside the cockpit was so new and exciting for Lilia that she only realized it when she was almost at her destination. She quickly reduced the throttle, and a roll revealed the convoy of vehicles on the road below.
"Eagle's Nest, Eagle's Nest II, this is Witch Number 1, enemy convoy detected, open fire?"
"Fire! Fire! Take them all away!"
Upon hearing the tower's instructions, Lilia pushed the throttle forward, engaging afterburner. After speeding over the convoy, she deactivated the afterburner. Before turning, she glanced at the SPO-2 radar warning receiver; everything was normal, with no sign of radar lock-on. Reassured, she began her turn and climb. The 2.5-ton payload made the already less agile attack aircraft even more difficult to handle. The attack aircraft's turning radius was alarmingly large, and its speed dropped considerably—but this ironically made it easier for Lilia to drop bombs more accurately.
After climbing to an altitude of 2000 meters and accumulating some energy, Lilia pushed the stick and dived, launching an attack directly from the rear of the convoy, since she did not see any armored vehicles in the convoy. The presence of the ballistic computer allowed Lilia to grasp the approximate landing point of each bomb. The first bomb to be dropped was the OFAB-250 under the outermost rack on the right. One second later, the same type of bomb was dropped on the outermost rack on the left. Then, four FAB-500 M-54 bombs were dropped at one-second intervals.
After the 2.5-ton load disappeared, Lilia felt a sense of lightness throughout her body. She pulled the lever, activated afterburner, and climbed at a high angle. She turned her head to look at the convoy on the highway. Three seconds later, six fireworks bloomed on the highway, and the explosion of the aerial bomb caused the ammunition on the truck to explode, turning the highway into a sea of fire in an instant.
"Eagle's Nest, Eagle's Nest, this is Witch 1, the enemy convoy has been destroyed."
After circling the inferno at a lower altitude to confirm the attack's effectiveness, Lilia abandoned the idea of using the cannon—the 30mm NR-30 was far more powerful than the MiG-21PFM's GSh-23. Before this sortie, the ground crew had equipped her with a mixed armor-piercing ammunition belt containing tracer rounds and armor-piercing grenades—anyway, few people would survive an explosion of this scale, and it wasn't worth wasting precious cannon ammunition on a few people.
“Eagle Nest received the latest intelligence: the Kingdom’s reconnaissance team has spotted a convoy of tanks on Highway 1 at the foot of the Villand Mountains. We need you to go and confirm.”
"Witch Number One understands."
Lilia then switched to a circling maneuver, maintaining an altitude of 1000 meters, and flew northwest towards Highway 2. ∑◎
The Kingdom's reconnaissance intelligence was correct; 45 armored vehicles, even larger than T-72 main battle tanks, were advancing along the road. These vehicles lacked the characteristic omnidirectional turrets of modern tanks, instead featuring several caser guns and machine guns mounted on their sides. At this moment, Lilia regretted that she hadn't dropped all the bombs at once. The convoy clearly didn't need so many; even just two 500kg FAB-500 M-54 bombs would have been enough to give those densely packed tanks a run for their money.
"Eagle's Nest, Eagle's Nest, this is Witch One. Belken armored forces are confirmed to be advancing along Highway 1, roughly the size of a battalion." Lilia flew around the armored battalion several times before finally confirming the size of the force and reported.
"Eagle Nest received. Witch One, return to base. We need you to resupply and make another trip to destroy this armored force. MiG fighters from the 48th Regiment will assist you in the attack." The control tower issued new mission instructions.
"receive."
The Su-7 attack aircraft recovered and circled, breaking contact with the Belken armored forces, and flew southeast, leaving the Belken armored soldiers bewildered on the road.
For a combat aircraft, the distance between the airport and Highway 2 wasn't far. Lilia quickly spotted the longest runway at the airport. She aligned the aircraft with the runway, deployed the flaps and speed brakes to reduce the aircraft's speed to a suitable range, then lowered the nose and deployed the landing gear. The perfect descent rate and speed resulted in a landing with minimal vibration.
The Su-7, unloaded and having consumed a considerable amount of fuel, quickly came to a stop on the runway. Several jeeps with ladders drove up, followed by a convoy of ammunition and fuel supply vehicles. Clearly, logistics were already aware of the new mission.
Lilia removed her helmet and gloves, surprised to find her hands were covered in sweat. She savored the feeling of her first flight and sortie, a beautiful smile blooming on her face—searching and destroying, she loved it.
Book 1: Chapter 42 (Forty-One) - The Predatory Eagle
The airport ground crew had their weapon maintenance and reloading speed maxed out, so even if Lilia ordered them to switch from aerial bombs to rockets and back, it wouldn't take much time. Since they were facing an entire tank battalion, the loadout was the same as the first sortie: six aerial bombs, without S-24 rockets—those were more suited for CAS (Completely Assault) missions.
So Lilia stayed on the sidelines watching the ground crew install the bombs on the racks, but soon her attention was drawn to the scene on the other two runways.
The two hangar doors beside the runway slid open, and two MiG-21s painted in a tri-color of brown, yellow, and green slowly taxied out. A rounded shield insignia had appeared on the vertical stabilizer, and one MiG-21, flying at an angle, pierced through this shield, dividing the number 48. Two 500kg bombs, identical to those on the Su-7, hung under its wings, looking extremely incongruous with the MiG's wing design. The two MiG fighters taxied onto the runway one after the other, paused briefly, and then bright plumes appeared from their exhaust nozzles—the two "Golden Eagles" had clearly engaged their afterburners, and the flaps of their delta wings were adjusted to takeoff position. Even with an extra ton of payload, thanks to the MiG-21's lightweight fuselage, the two Golden Eagles broke free from gravity in only three-quarters the takeoff distance of a Su-7, flying with agility.
This made Lilia somewhat envious. She wished her Su-7 was as agile as the MiG. Although she knew the Golden Eagle flew a fighter jet, fundamentally different from her own attack aircraft, she couldn't help but compare her plane to others, much like parents always compare their children to others. Qi
"Lieutenant, the ammunition has been resupplyed." Just as Lilia was gazing absently at the MiG-21 taking off, the sergeant in charge of resupplying the Su-7 ran up to her, saluted, and reported.
"Thank you for your hard work." The second lieutenant returned the salute, showing no disrespect to the sergeant due to his rank. Pilots all know how important it is to maintain good relationships with ground crew, even though these crew members wouldn't tamper with the aircraft if they were treated unfairly. She climbed the gangway, sat back in her seat, put on her flight helmet, and immediately heard the tower's voice over the radio: Ling
"Witch Number One, you heard me!"
"Witch No. 1 received, please proceed." Why is the control tower in such a hurry? Lilia thought to herself, checking the fuel as she casually replied. At that moment, the fuel supply truck disconnected its fuel line and began to drive back.
"Where were you just now? I called you at least ten times."
"Oh, I'm going to water the flowers." Lilia saw the sergeant signal to her that they could take off, so she gave the sergeant a thumbs up and started the engine.
The control tower paused for a moment, then said, "You'll be the lead pilot for this mission. The 48th Air Regiment will be under your command, and you'll be in charge of arranging the air raids. This is your first time operating jointly with others, so think carefully about how to allocate tasks."
Lilia paused slightly as she turned on the switch, then replied, "Witch No. 1 understands."
Following her predecessor's example, Lilia opened the afterburner. Aviation fuel was injected into the afterburner, and the high-temperature engine exhaust almost instantly ignited the fuel. The extra thrust generated by the expansion significantly reduced the takeoff distance, allowing the Su-7 to ascend into the air more quickly.
"Witch Number One, this is Golden Eagle Number One. Tell me, what are you planning to do?"
After the Su-7 took off, two MiG-21s that had been circling over the airport flew behind it, forming a wedge-shaped formation.
The senior officer's voice didn't sound displeased at being stripped of command by the newcomer, which reassured Lilia somewhat. She recalled the data of the MiG-21PFM and asked, "I remember the MiG-21 didn't have a ballistic computer to help calculate the bomb's impact point, right?"
“Yes, our ballistic computer can only help calculate the impact point of the rockets, but don’t worry, we still have some experience with dive bombing. We’ve used aerial bombs to blast fish quite a few times before,” Golden Eagle 1 replied. “But there’s one thing you might need to be aware of: the MiG-21 can’t drop bombs one by one like the Su-7. We drop two at a time.”
She continued, “In that case, we will attack in two waves: Golden Eagle 1 and Golden Eagle 2 will drop bombs from the rear of the convoy, and I will start dropping bombs from the front. We will fly along the Verland Mountains and attack from west to east.”
"You want to stop the convoy on the spot? Not a bad idea." Golden Eagle No. 1 raised an eyebrow.
“That’s right. After all, it’s a battalion of armored vehicles. It’s difficult for us to take them all down in one go with just a few small planes carrying small bombs.” Lilia stated her thoughts. Although the FAB-500 M-54 bombs were loaded with 201 kilograms of TNT and had a kill radius of 134 meters, if the target was armored, the kill radius would drop to only 11 meters. The bombing range of their three planes was destined not to cover the entire armored vehicle unit. It was impossible to replicate Lilia’s success in destroying a convoy in one sortie. “As long as the commander of this armored vehicle unit isn’t an idiot, he’ll know to run after being bombed again. Then it won’t be so easy for us to find this unit again.”
“Let’s do it your way.” There were no major problems with the plan, so Golden Eagle 1 agreed, and Golden Eagle 2 naturally had no objection. The three-plane squadron, led by Lilia, changed course and flew towards the Vilran Mountains.
The three-times-fighting eagles crossed the ridgeline and quickly spotted a large herd of prey on Highway 2. The flock split in two and launched a simultaneous attack from both ends of the herd.
Lilia, recovering from her dive, didn't immediately check the effectiveness of her attack. Instead, she looked towards the area controlled by the two MiG fighters on her port side. Four plumes of smoke that hadn't yet dissipated, and the burning metal cans, indicated that the MiG fighters' attack had been highly effective. "Truly a seasoned veteran pilot," Lilia exclaimed in admiration.
Si then began to assess the effectiveness of the air raid. It seemed this volley of bombs had only taken down a dozen or so tanks. At this rate, it would probably take two more sorties to wipe out the entire tank force. This would mean less rest time. This was bad, very bad.
"Your cannons are equipped with armor-piercing ammunition belts, right? We'll fire another round with our cannons." So Lilia's attack aircraft drew a large circle in the air and flew back towards the Vilran Mountains.
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Hey you, get those votes in! Otherwise, you're dead!
Volume 1: Chapter 44 (Forty-Two) Good Friday
Since waking up this morning, John, the commander of the 73rd Infantry Division of Belken, had had a feeling of unease—he rarely felt this way, but every time it did, something extremely bad would happen afterward—for example, when he was fourteen years old, he accidentally saw the Emperor and his cousin fencing—and then he was discovered by the Imperial Guard.
And now, at a time when Belken's army is advancing triumphantly, this phenomenon is not a good sign.
Lost in thought, John picked up a razor blade, wet his chin, and began shaving in the direction of his beard growth in front of the mirror. Speaking of which, the Royal Flintlock Regiment, sent out as the vanguard, seems to have made no move? What's that pretty boy Cody up to…?
"General, an urgent telegram from the military headquarters." The adjutant, holding a telegram, suddenly lifted the tent flap, causing the blade in John's hand to jerk violently. The blade, even sharper than a military knife, instantly sliced through the skin of John's chin, and beads of blood seeped out from the wound.
"Shit." John pressed his palm against the wound, but as soon as he let go, the blood beads reappeared. After repeating this several times, he growled at his wooden adjutant, who stood there, neither able to move forward nor backward, "What are you standing there for? Go get a band-aid!"
"Yes, sir!" The adjutant tucked the telegram under his arm and hurriedly ran outside.
"..." John looked at the adjutant speechlessly, and began to miss the former adjutant who had been demoted to command the tank regiment.
Several minutes had passed by the time the adjutant returned to the tent with the bandage. John had tried pressing on the wound for an extended period to stop the bleeding, but each time he released his pressure, the wound, which had already clotted, would bleed again. As a result, his mood worsened than when he had just woken up.
He snatched the bandage from his adjutant's hand, tore off the tape, and applied the bandage in front of the mirror before picking up the telegram the adjutant had placed on the table. He tried hard not to think about how ridiculous he looked with the bandage on his chin.
The message made him almost doubt his eyes—or that someone in the military was trying to sabotage him. "What's gotten into the military today? They're telling me the Royal Flintlock Regiment was wiped out by the Elgins? Those two second-tier infantry regiments from Svorberari? They managed to wipe out an entire elite infantry regiment, not a single one escaped? Did the intelligence service infiltrate them with idiots, or do they think we're idiots?" John grumbled, but his inner turmoil was far from his outward calm. He didn't even finish reading the telegram before closing the folder and tossing it back on the table. This was absurd.
"Send a telegram to Cody, have him report where they are. That bastard must have pushed too hard and forgot to send the telegram. Also, call all three brigade commanders over. Starting today, we need to speed things up. The sooner we take Faban, the sooner we can go home." John's son's birthday is after Christmas, and before this expedition, he had promised to bring his son back a pistol belonging to General Elgiah.
"Understood, sir!" The adjutant saluted and was about to run out again.
“Wait, take this with you.” John pointed to the telegram on the table, managing to get the words out before his adjutant ran out.
However, when the three brigade commanders appeared at the command post, he broke down.
"You mean, in just one afternoon yesterday, we lost an entire tank battalion, two supply companies, and all the heavy artillery of the 813th Artillery Regiment was destroyed?" John didn't realize his hands were trembling like leaves. "Why wasn't this reported yesterday?"
The brigade commanders exchanged glances, and finally the brigade commander of the 82nd Tank Brigade spoke up: "The commander of the 821st Regiment discovered at 11 p.m. last night that the battalion had lost contact, so he sent out scouts. Four hours later, the scouts finally found the wreckage of the tank battalion's tanks on Highway 2. The scouts searched for an hour before finding a few survivors. After bringing them back, the 821st Regiment finally confirmed after dawn that the battalion had been annihilated."
The brigade commanders of the 81st and 83rd Infantry Brigades nodded frantically, their situations were similar—the commanders below them generally waited for several hours before discovering that a unit had lost contact, and only after the scouts or communications soldiers returned could these commanders finally report the situation of the unit losing contact or being annihilated.
"Seven or eight hundred men, four middle schools, fifteen tanks, twenty trucks, thirty artillery pieces, and hundreds of tons of ammunition—and you squandered it all in just one afternoon?!" After a preliminary calculation of the losses, John felt the veins in his temples throbbing. "Tell me, how did you do that?"
"Did you send messengers to tell the Ergia the coordinates of your troops, and then lend the 105mm heavy artillery of the artillery regiment to the garrison of Svorbella?"
"Commander, the survivors say the Ergia have airplanes, and they launched the attack from aircraft..."
"Are you saying our air force has defected to Elgia? Putting aside whether that's even possible, how many kilograms of explosives could those wooden toys carry into the sky? Or do you think the 10mm machine guns on those planes could penetrate the armor of a Mark I?" If you're going to make up an excuse to shirk responsibility, at least make it believable. Who do you think you can fool with this? On the entire continent of Ens, only Belken has an air force. Belken's pilots have no reason to defect to a kingdom on the verge of collapse; there's no benefit in that.
"Commander, they said the Elgins' planes are much larger than ours, and their shape is very different. They can carry bombs under their wings. The tank battalion was destroyed by bombs from these planes. The Elgins sent three planes, and they came three times..."
John shouted, “Gods above! You mean your entire tank battalion was wiped out by three tiny planes?! Are you pigs? Even if they destroyed a third of the tanks the first time, couldn’t you have spread them out and organized machine guns to intercept them the second and third time they attacked?”
“Commander, that’s not fair to these soldiers! They didn’t want to be separated, but the tanks at the head and tail of the convoy were destroyed, blocking them in place. The Ergia planes were flying very fast, and the machine guns couldn’t keep up at all…” The brigade commander of the 82nd Tank Brigade explained quickly.
"Commander, the Royal Fusiliers Regiment has replied!"
"Hmph, that bastard was pretty quick this time. Let me see it." John opened the folder, his expression gradually becoming blank. When he saw the last part, his vision went black, and he couldn't catch his breath, so he immediately fainted.
Book 1: Chapter 45 (Forty-Three) - The Belken's Response
As is well known, the Royal Fusiliers Regiment has been annihilated. The remaining prisoners of war are now being kept like rare animals by the Ergia and paraded around. Obviously, they have no chance to use the radio to send messages to the 73rd Division headquarters. So the question is, who else can use the Royal Fusiliers Regiment's radio to contact the 73rd Division?
Clearly, it could only be Lu Wu or an Elgin. In fact, the telegram was sent by Lu Wu in the name of the Amelia Volunteer Army. The telegram first declared war on the Belken Empire in the name of the Amelia Volunteer Army, then proceeded to ridicule the fighting capabilities of the Royal Fusiliers Regiment. Its vulgar language directly raised John's blood pressure to a dangerous level, ultimately causing him to faint.