Chapter 307.3: Rain It Down On Me Baby!

Lion Fang looked anxiously at his staff officer. "What should we do?!"

Bernie gritted his teeth and growled, "Don't panic! They just gained a little advantage in the sky, but the ground still belongs to us. Without the assistance of ground troops, it is difficult for their aircraft to cause effective damage to us."

"The troops of the blue coats are obviously already on their way here, but they chose to use planes to attack first. Most likely, their numbers are limited, so they intend to create chaos with the aircraft and provide air support for the ground troops. Right now, we must not lose our composure and act impulsively!"

Lion Fang was a brigade commander who had experienced many battles after all. Although he panicked monetarily, he quickly regained his composure.

Watching Lion Fang gradually calm down, Bernie gave his suggestion in a deep voice, "Ask your men to take cover, and remember not to leave to exchange fire with the planes! All machine gun positions on the ground, regardless of caliber, turn their muzzles and shoot into the air!"

Although this was not a good idea, there was no better way.

If those planes were allowed to fly away after dumping their ammunition, and then come back to launch a second round of attack with the ground troops after they replenished their ammunition, that would definitely be a disaster!

The opponent might only have propeller planes, but bullets with a caliber above 7mm were enough to cause damage to them effectively!

"Furthermore, you need to immediately form a team of 100 people and do your utmost to control the fire in the southern region. We need to safeguard our ammunition depots and firepower points scattered in other areas! At the same time, we need to notify the company on the northern defensive line to prepare for engaging the enemy!"

"West Continent City is less than 20 kilometers away. Our main force must have already noticed the situation here."

"As long as we hold on until reinforcements arrive, victory will be ours!"

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"Brothers, spread out!"

The bullets fired from the ground suddenly became denser.

Almost all machine gun positions raised their muzzles and fired at the sky, which caused a lot of trouble for the dive-bombing gliders.

Mosquito made a decisive decision and ordered the planes to disperse. Each pilot would fight separately with the strategic locations marked on the VM map as the priority strike targets, and the destruction of the enemy's forces as the secondary objective.

The strategy of dispersing and harassing indeed worked. The firepower net shot from the ground to the sky dispersed along with the dispersion of the flight formation.

However, even so, there were still 2 unlucky guys who were unfortunately shot by machine guns while diving.

One W-2 lost its wing in the air and crashed straight into the machine gun bunker on the top of the building. And the cockpit of a Moth was riddled with holes. Although the aircraft was still flying, the VM was blown out by the bullets.

Looking at the smoking planes, Mosquito couldn't help mourning for his ace pilots in his heart while feeling distressed about losing the planes.

"Good brothers... I'll avenge you!"

The combat attrition of the aircraft continued, with aircraft falling from the sky from time to time. However, not a single pilot escaped or parachuted.

Everyone had gone into a killing frenzy. Whether it was the pilots in the sky or the infantry soldiers on the ground.

The marauders hiding in the ruins were not even satisfied with the firepower of the machine guns. Many people even raised their rifles and shot towards the sky, regardless of whether they could hit the aircraft or not.

The wings of Mosquito's aircraft eventually got hit a few times, and a 7mm machine gun bullet even penetrated the cockpit, scratching Mosquito's left leg.

Glancing at the VM strapped to his leg out of the corner of his eye, Mosquito calmly gripped the control stick and lowered the flight altitude, dodging the incoming bullets.

As the altitude dropped, the firepower behind him dropped sharply.

Ignoring the light machine guns shooting at him, Mosquito accelerated towards the ammunition depot marked on the map without hesitation.

The moment the target was aligned with the mark of the reticle, he deftly pressed the bomb release button.

The 100kg aerial bomb was separated from the belly of the aircraft and dropped straight into the half-collapsed concrete wall.

With the sound of the explosion, after a short delay, the bursting sparks shot into the sky tens of meters high.

Almost at the moment when Mosquito pulled up the nose, the sound of exploding ammunition resounded through the street; it was as lively as New Year's Eve.

The marauders, who had been running around covering their heads, were instantly swallowed by thick smoke and flying shrapnel. In just a few moments, the ground was covered with corpses and countless injured.

"Hahaha! Happy New Year!"

Finally, there was a trace of excitement on Mosquito's tense face. After dropping the last aerial bomb, he continued to lock on the artillery position on the south side of the map.

2 100mm guns were hidden under the bunker made of wood.

Those marauders seemed to know that their enemies had planes beforehand. Many strategic locations were camouflaged with garbage or other inconspicuous objects.

However, what they didn't know was that the eyes of the New Alliance were not only active in the sky, but hidden in the ruins on the ground.

In the past one and a half months, a certain rat had already figured out their positions clearly.

Where their ammunition depots were, where they slept, where their firepower points were, and even where their command posts were hidden had been marked on the map by category!

Although there was no one in the artillery position, Mosquito still lowered the height and fired a round of 10mm bullets at it, making sure that no one would be able to use it later.

After one round of strafing, Mosquito was about to pull up the nose. But at this moment, a thick and long tongue of flame suddenly spewed out from the dark window not far away.

Ratatat!

The left wing of the W-2 ground attack aircraft flying close to the roof broke in half from the middle, splashing sawdust everywhere; it lost its balance instantly.

"Shit!" Mosquito only had time to utter a word before the belly of the aircraft came into close contact with the roof below.

The plane spun sideways and rolled into the half-collapsed second-story building opposite, knocking Mosquito unconscious, and disconnecting him from the game. He had to keep trying to reconnect for 10 minutes before re-logging into the game.

When he opened his blurred eyes again, he found that his plane was stuck on the outer wall of the building with the rear half dangling in the air, and the front half got into the wall.

A twisted steel bar had penetrated the nose of the plane, splitting the propeller and motor in half, and stopped at the position of the control stick.

Fortunately, it stopped.

Had it been one inch further, there would've been no need for him to try to reconnect the game anymore. He would've gone back to the forum and waited for the battle report.

This time, he really flew too close to the sun.

"Holy shit... This is too exciting." Mosquito gasped in astonishment, but was choked by the thick smoke so much that he almost burst into tears.

Flames burned around him.

From the map, his current location should be the southernmost side of Bluestone County, just behind the Bonechewer Clan!

And Make Me's VM was on the roof not far from him...

Wiping off the sand and blood on his face, Mosquito, who knew clearly how much aggro he had pulled, didn't dare to stay around for a single second. He hurriedly pulled out a PU 9 submachine gun from under the seat and threw it into the building in front of him. Then he reached out and grabbed the exposed steel bars on the wall, and got out of the destroyed cockpit.

Almost at the same time as he got out of the cockpit, bullets whizzed through the air and shot at him from the side of the street, scaring him so much that he didn't dare to turn his head back, and immediately rushed towards the collapsed stairs.

With a dirty and disheveled appearance, Mosquito quickly turned into a narrow alley after escaping from the building. However, just as he was about to run away, he realized, after taking only a couple of steps, that it was a dead-end.

His face turned livid instantly, and as he turned around, he discovered that the marauders chasing after him had arrived at the entrance of the alley.

There were at least 100 marauders who were trying to put out the fire.

After discovering him, a lone pilot, almost all the marauders in the vicinity had come to surround him.

These people didn't seem to intend to simply kill him. They threw smoke grenades into the alley and then closed in on him slowly with the help of cover.

Mosquito kept shooting at the marauders, trying to prevent them from getting closer. However, he soon emptied the first magazine. After searching around his body and couldn't find the second magazine, he instantly fell into despair.

"God damn it! Why don't you guys focus on putting out the freaking fire first? What's the point of having so many people chasing after a pilot instead of putting out the flames?!”

However, those marauders couldn't understand what he was saying.

Mosquito felt that even if they understood, they would definitely not listen to him.

Looking at the faces with grim smiles and distorted expressions behind the thick smoke, Mosquito couldn't help but think of the hentai comics he had read, and shuddered involuntarily.

"Fuck it. There's no way I want to have that kind of experience... I'd rather wait for the respawn cooldown on the forum."

Taking out a dagger from his pocket, Mosquito was ready to make a final resistance.

However, at this moment, dense explosions suddenly came from a distance, and the earth-shattering explosions could be clearly heard even tens of miles away.

The marauders, who were blocking the entrance of the alley, were obviously taken aback by the explosions, and even paused their steps forward.

Mosquito froze for a moment, and then glanced at the time on the VM, a trace of ecstasy quickly appeared on his face.

𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

It can't be wrong!

That's the sound of rockets!

The offensive of the ground forces has begun!

Without any hesitation, Mosquito reached out and pressed the button on the headset, and roared excitedly with all the strength in his body.

"Goblin Corps Artillery, shoot at granddaddy’s coordinates!"