Chapter 313.2: No Transport Plane? A Glider Will Do Just Fine

West Continent City.

4th New District, in the tent used as the headquarters of Fang Clan.

Listening to the frontline situation reported by his subordinate, Gold Fang sitting on the chair made up of human bones had a livid expression on his face.

He didn't expect that 200 people would be killed in a single morning, and what surprised him even more was that those blue gophers were equipped with such a large amount of artillery.

He was well aware of the habit of his subordinates talking nonsense all the time. The claim of firing 1,000 shells within a few minutes was definitely an exaggeration.

In the actual situation, it may only be about 100 or 200 shells.

But even so, it was enough for him to treat it with caution.

Tapping his index finger on the chair, he said in a deep voice, "Dispatch the tanks."

Unlike the Snake Clan, Fang Clan's tanks were not distributed to each brigade. Instead, as the leader's personal guards, they formed an independent tank unit, directly obeying the leader's commands.

These big vehicles were worth a lot of money, and the more they used now, the less they would have in the future. Moreover, they would always break down. So if it was not absolutely necessary, he would not risk pushing the tanks to the front line.

But now, he had no other choice.

Dillon, who was standing aside, said in a low voice, "The New Alliance has planes, so it's not a good idea to dispatch the tanks now. No matter how hard the frontal armor of the Conqueror 10 is, its top is still a blind spot for defense. Before sending out tanks, we have to solve the problem of air defense..."

Gold Fang said in a deep voice, "Then do you have any good ideas?"

Dillon thought for a moment and explained, "We need anti-aircraft weapons. Can we find a way to import a batch from the Bugra Free State? For example, anti-aircraft guns and the like."

The Expeditionary Force had anti-aircraft weapons to deal with the air force of the Great Rift Valley, but there were not many of them, and they were often focused on by the artillery and aircraft of the Great Rift Valley, so there were very few left.

However, Dillon vaguely remembered that at the beginning of the Expeditionary Force's defeat, everyone was looking for their own way out, and a batch of supplies including anti-aircraft equipment was sold by a Division Commander to the Bugra Free State.

Although he didn't know how much Dinar that guy made from the deal, it shouldn't be a lot.

If they could buy some back, it should be more than enough to deal with those small planes.

However...

Gold Fang, who was sitting next to him, simply dismissed his idea. "We don't have any more money."

Dillon was dazed for a moment. He looked at him and asked, "Isn't there still 2,000,000 Dinar?"

Gold Fang cleared his throat and said in a perfunctory manner, "There are too many places where money is needed, and that money has already been spent a long time ago... Okay, let's stop this topic. Can we solve this problem by ourselves? It is not a solution to always count on others to help."

Why did he think he wanted to be a marauder?

Did he think he wanted to be a marauder so he could save money and do business with other people?

Some of the stolen treasures were exchanged by him for weapons, but most of the rest was spent on pleasure.

Those slaves locked in the dungeon were as skinny as skeletons; they were only okay to be used as labor forces and food reserves. Most of the pretty ones had already been ruined by his subordinates. As the leader of the Fang Clan, of course he wouldn't be interested in the leftovers of his subordinates, not to mention that it would be detrimental to his dignity.

In terms of enjoyment, of course, those android and carefully bred clones were more appetizing to him.

As for the group of survivors in the northern suburbs...

From the very beginning, he didn't take that group of scavengers seriously, otherwise he wouldn't just send a brigade to deal with them.

Gold Fang admitted that he had made a strategic misjudgment, but now there was no point in regretting it, as the money spent could never be returned.

As for taking it back, it was not realistic, especially at this juncture.

Dillon, who was standing aside, stared at him dumbfounded, feeling a throbbing pain in his head.

Spent?!

That's 2,000,000 Dinar!

Even if the value of the Army's Dinar is not strong in River Valley Province, it can't be spent so soon, right?!

Urron, who stood aside and didn't speak the whole time, couldn't help but rub his forehead. He now had a new understanding of the stupidity of his ally.

If it wasn't for the Holy Child's will to cooperate with the Bonechewer Clan, he would've started to wonder what was the point of supporting such stupid teammates.

Seeing that his staff officer stopped talking, Gold Fang also knew that the speed at which he was spending money was a bit outrageous, so he coughed dryly. "Don't be nervous, my friend. After another 2 months, the weather will warm up. We will let the slaves grow some psychoid leaves and sell them to those profiteers. That stuff is much better than Dinar."

"2 months?! We can't fight them for so long!" Dillon took a deep breath and continued.

"We can't count on buying equipment for the time being. If there's really no other way... Let's get a few trucks first, and weld four 12mm heavy machine guns on the top. We should be able to make do with that."

"This battle can't be dragged on for too long. I'm afraid their industrial capabilities have exceeded my expectations! If they get a firm foothold in Bluestone County, it will be difficult to drive them out."

"When our anti-aircraft trucks are completed, we will immediately go to the front line with the tanks and concentrate our forces to launch an offensive against the positions of the New Alliance! Even if we lost a few tanks, we must take down their positions! This is the best solution we have!"

After listening to the staff officer's suggestion, Gold Fang frowned.

Especially when he heard that he might lose a few tanks, he started to feel distressed before even sending the tanks out.

Those tanks were his treasures.

He would rather lose a few more cannon fodders than have his precious tanks be destroyed. Human life in the wasteland was worthless, and there were some things that money couldn't buy.

"Is that kind of anti-aircraft truck... Good?"

Hearing what he asked, Dillon almost snapped.

Does this freaking guy have better solutions?!

Urron, who was standing aside, sighed and interjected, "... The propeller planes of the New Alliance fly very slowly. As long as the density of the firepower network is sufficient, it is not difficult to take them down while they are diving."

"I think your staff's suggestion is very good. The longer this battle drags on, the worse it will be for you."

Seeing that the apostle of the Torch also agreed, although Gold Fang still hesitated, he knew that he had to make a decision.

After pondering for a long while, he placed his right hand on the armrest of the chair, and made a decision. "We’ll do as you say!"

...

In Steel Plant 81.

In the center of the brand-new factory building was a large plane with a length of nearly 20 meters and a wingspan of nearly 30 meters.

Rows of countersunk rivets were neatly arranged on the steep fuselage and straight wings. And the plane was a low-wing cantilever monoplane with 2 symmetrical electric motors mounted on the front of the wings.

As for the empennage, it consisted of a cantilevered horizontal stabilizer and a single vertical stabilizer, with a fuselage entrance close to the rear section of the empennage.

The fuselage and wings of the entire aircraft were made of A3-Type Aerospace Aluminum, which was very expensive.

Compared with the wooden glider produced by Goblin Technology, this was obviously more like an airplane...

From the appearance, Chu Guang could roughly tell that this thing should be a copy of the C-47 twin-engine propeller transport aircraft during World War II.

Of course, the difference between the two was still a bit big.

Perhaps worrying about the lack of power of the electric motors, the players of Steel Plant 81 installed an additional motor and propeller at the front of the plane's nose, changing the design of the original dual-engine propeller to 3 engines.

There were no weapons installed on the plane, and even the cockpit contained only the exposed wires and a bare seat.

However, that did not prevent the players of Steel Plant 81 from placing high hopes on this large aircraft, and even calling it the H-1 ‘Dragonfly’ general-purpose aircraft!

Standing in the factory, Chu Guang walked around the plane, nodded approvingly, and asked the 2 players standing at the side, "Can this plane take off?"

Bathroom Goer and Athlete Foot had subtle expressions on their faces.

In the end, it was Athlete Foot who coughed dryly and explained. "Dear Administrator, this plane... is still in the experimental stage, and it may be a bit difficult to put it into use now."

Ever since their friend's business Goblin Technology made Gliders, they have been thinking about making a plane.

However, due to the late start, the relatively knowledgeable players in this area were poached by Goblin Technology and were now working on the improvement project of the "W series" aircraft. The talents they could hire were limited, so the progress has not been very fast.

The prototype parked in the factory was already the result of more than two months' hard work, and they had just completed the internal wiring of the plane and installed the power system. It would still need to take some time before it could actually be put into use.

Although a little regretful, Chu Guang didn't say anything.

After all, it was useless to urge this kind of thing.

To be able to achieve such an accomplishment in such a short period of time, his players were already very good.

"How long will it take to put it into use?"

Facing the administrator's inquiry, Bathroom Goer hesitated for a while. "It should be fine within a month... Maybe half a month if it's quick, but it all depend on the test flight results."

A month.

It should be fine.

At this moment, Chu Guang suddenly had an idea. "Is there a way to mount the 37mm gun on the side of the plane?"

Both Bathroom Goer and Athlete Foot's eyes lit up at the same time.

"Mount the 37mm gun on the side? Do you mean a design similar to the gunship?"

"We didn't consider this when we designed this aircraft, but the structural strength of the A3-Type Aerospace Aluminum is very high... I think it should not be a big problem. We can try it!"

Chu Guang nodded. "If it's not possible to mount the 37mm gun, then try the 20mm gun. After a month, our ground troops should be able to advance to the West Continent City."

"The terrain in the city is complex, and there are too many covers. The efficiency of shelling and dive bombing is limited. We need a support weapon that can efficiently and accurately eliminate the Fang Clan’s ground forces, and cooperate with our ground forces to complete the final elimination."

"In terms of how to design it, we're counting on you."

At this time, Chu Guang received the news from Little Seven that the Burning Corps had returned from the front line, and regrouped at the gate of the barracks in the north of Dawn City.

After leaving Steel Plant 81, Chu Guang went straight to the barracks.

As soon as Vanus saw Chu Guang, he immediately went up to him. "How is it? Can that transport plane be used?"

Chu Guang shook his head. "We can't use it at the moment, but it doesn't affect the plan."

Vanus was dazed for a moment, not understanding what he meant.

How were they going to send people over without a transport plane?

Chu Guang didn't explain, just looked at the airport not far away, and the dozen or so pilots regrouping beside the airport.

Being able to fly the planes back alive, the pilots had proved their skill.

After a pause, Chu Guang continued, "Although there is no transport plane, gliders can also do the job."

At most, they just needed to fly a few more times!