City K's rural area was three kilometers from the frontline.
Even though it was in the modern world, the cold northern wind was mixed with the desolation of the apocalypse.
It had never snowed in City K, and it had never been this cold.
In the dark corners, homeless people could occasionally be seen living with stray dogs. The supermarkets on the street were already closed, and the hungry people searched for edible food. If they returned from a fruitful journey, the guilty people might leave money on the empty checkout counter, but most people would choose to turn off their flashlights and leave.
It didn't matter anymore since Country F's pesos were now useless. The rich and the poor were both starving. Foreign currencies such as USD and RMB still had some purchasing power, but no one was willing to sell food and precious medicine.
The Moro guerrillas already advanced here yesterday, and this time they were more aggressive than before. But regardless of whether they came or not, there wouldn't be trucks carrying food and goods coming here. After all, just a few kilometers away, a terrifying biohazard crisis was breaking out.
The civilians already gave up on their original political stance. Regardless of who it was, it was better to end this stupid war.
Whether it was Country F's 14th Division that blocked off City K or Moro guerrillas, they were not good people in the eyes of the locals. As to Celestial Trade, they rarely appeared in the eyes of the ordinary people, so the locals didn't have any direct perception of the mercenaries with equipment comparable to the regular army.
Invaders? Perhaps it was.
But who cared?
To stop the advance of the Moro guerrillas, the 14th Division sent a large number of snipers to the city area, and at the same time, buried anti-personnel mines in some key locations.
It did cause a lot of trouble for Moro's 5th Division. Since Moro lacked tanks and armored vehicles, the force was almost exclusively made up of riflemen and machine gunners. They only recently obtained a batch of expensive sniper rifles from the 21st Division.
But it wasn't only the guerrillas that died under the mines and snipers, but also the civilians without combat experience.
It was the blind spot of humanitarianism.
To deal with the troublesome snipers, Celestial Trade's choice was an airstrike.
The stealth Ghost Agent aimed the laser locator at the target, and then the Aurora-20 fired a volley of machine guns, turning the sniper and the building he was squatting into a sieve. In order to avoid civilian casualties, Jiang Chen ordered to avoid the use of aerial bombs in the city.
It was not out of kindness, but to avoid negative comments against Celestial Trade in the international community.
Even so, these snipers still wasted two days of their time.
However, this situation would soon end.
The night of December 31st.
The Celestial Trade Battle Command Center issued a general offensive order to launch an attack on City K on New Year's Eve and annihilate Country F's 14th Modern Division, as well as the reinforcements from the tank brigade. The goal was to seize control of City K before midnight on January 2nd!
The attack began with Celestial Trade's rocket launchers.
The EMP rocket exploded above the west side of City K and completely destroyed the electronics of the 14th Division.
But the 14th Division was, after all, the elite force of F's army. The moment the rocket launchers took off, they launched a counterattack on Celestial Trade's artillery. The eight 155mm cannons almost destroyed a small hill, but before they could fire twice, they were turned into scrap metal by the Aurora-20s.
In order to avoid Celestial Trade's air attack, F's army racked their brains to come up with some ideas. For example, they used gray cloth to wrap the cannons into seeds, hid the tanks in the buildings, and waited until the Moro guerrillas approached before launching an attack …
But when the EMP rocket arrived on the battlefield, all these tricks were useless.
Without the help of the observer, the artillery could only rely on smoke detection and instinct to fire.
The tank brigade's situation was still fine. Thanks to the outdated weapons, the main force of the "scorpion" reconnaissance tank was originally from the previous era. Although it didn't have the anti-radiation and anti-EMP function like modern tanks, it was still fine after being hit by the EMP. Since on the tank, other than a communication device, there wasn't any advanced electronics that could be destroyed.
The 14th Division faced the same situation as the 21st Division. All the electronic devices collapsed, and the command system was completely paralyzed.
At the same time, the flare shot into the sky and lit up the dark sky southwest of the city. With the help of the mounted machine guns, the Moro 5th Division with high morale began to attack. It was like a punch to the face of the elites of the 14th Division.
On the other side, the southeast side of the city was pitch-black with the help of the southwest side.
500 Celestial Trade Marines, airlifted by a dozen heavy transport planes, landed on the edge of the zombie-occupied area.
Because these soldiers were injected with the E-grade genetic vaccine, they were completely immune to the zombie virus. Therefore, even if they didn't wear protective clothing, they didn't have to worry about infection.
With the help of night vision goggles, the 500 soldiers and thousands of Hummingbird drones were like a sharp blade in the darkness as they stabbed into the heart of the 14th Division. With the guidance of the Skyeye X1, the cannons and machine guns scattered throughout the city were eliminated.
That night, the soldiers of the 14th Division deeply experienced the fear of asymmetric warfare.
The F-5a and Mustang attack planes on standby at the City M Air Force Base refused to take off. Even the FA-50s couldn't defeat the fighters. Everyone knew it would be a one-way trip.
Santos was a bit regretful as he witnessed the terrifying harvesting ability of the Aurora-20. Other than the F35 and other fifth-generation fighters on the aircraft carrier that could pose a limited threat, no matter how many paper planes Country F sent, they would all be destroyed.
At six o 'clock in the morning, before the sun rose, the battle in City K was basically over.
The defeat of the 14th Division was a foregone conclusion. The tank brigade and mechanized brigade all surrendered to Moro, and only a dozen snipers remained in the city.
Belli abandoned the 11th Infantry Brigade near the safe zone and boarded the cargo ship docked at the port.
Because of the lockdown of City K, these cargo ships were detained at the port and were prohibited from leaving before the lockdown ended.
This order was personally signed by Aquino, but at this moment, the flames of war were burning at his eyebrows, and Belli couldn't care less.
He led more than thirty personal guards and several trusted officers to wake up the crew members detained at the port and urged them, who were trembling with fear, to board the freighter and set sail.
The flames of war quickly found the vicinity of the safe zone. Sailing on the surface of the Baohe Sea, Belli looked at City K that had turned into a black dot on the horizon and finally let out a sigh of relief.
Although the blame from the Presidential Palace and the media would make it difficult for him for the next six months, at least he didn't have to be a captive of the guerrillas, which made him feel somewhat relieved.
"How long until we reach Cebu?"
"About an hour … Dammit, I finally understand why the 21st Division lost contact." Standing beside him, Sergeant Kaville, who was still in shock, gulped.
"That weird rocket."
Belli's face was full of darkness.
Country F's soldiers didn't lose in tactics and determination, but in weapon technology. The latter gap was the most frustrating. The former could be solved through training and ideological work, but the latter couldn't be solved in a short period of time.
Unless the UA risked angering Hua and deployed Patriot 3 air defense missiles in Country F and sold F35 fighter jets to Country F, they had no chance of winning.
But then again, even if the UA was willing to sell, they might not be able to afford it. One F35 cost more than 100 million. Country F's annual military expenditure could only afford two F35s. This was the economy supported by exporting bananas.
Just as Belli was thinking about how to deal with Aquino's criticism, he didn't realize how conspicuous the ship he was on was under the observation of the Skyeye X1 satellite.
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