This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 325.1: Great Victory in Pinewood Forest!

When Dillon finally stood on the high ground of the southern side of Pinewood Forest Valley, it had already been an hour.

After smoking a whole cigarette, he still could not figure out how the New Alliance managed to hold out for a full hour against the siege of 2 brigades with less than 200 men.

What astonished him even more was that they had not captured a single prisoner.

The resistance of the New Alliance soldiers was unusually tenacious. Many times, even though their people had clearly charged into the trenches, they were pushed back by the opponent's firepower. freewebnoveℓ.com

The enemy’s soldiers seemed to possess an endless supply of strength and courage. When their bullets ran out, they fought with bayonets, rifle stocks, entrenching shovels, or even stones they picked up on the battlefield.

To kill a New Alliance soldier, they often had to pay the price of 5... Or even more.

Not to mention everything was happening when the New Alliance was running low on ammunition and supplies.

As for capturing prisoners, it was practically impossible.

Those indomitable warriors would always save their last grenade for themselves, using the final seconds to burn their lives for their final attack, even though they could have thrown it away.

Even by standing in the enemy's perspective, Dillon had to admit that those people were a group of formidable opponents.

"In total, we found 500... I mean, 270 bodies," Bear Fang nervously said, while looking at the silent commander.

He had thought about inflating the numbers a bit, which was actually a clan tradition, but Dillon had him drag out each and every body and lay them out in the open, putting him in a difficult situation.

Dillon did not say anything, he just took out a matchbox and silently lit his second cigarette.

Tumen stood on the side and dared not speak, conscientiously tallying their own casualties. He had also brought over a Company Leader while crossing the trenches, instructing him to take a few of his comrades into the trenches to search for any leftover explosives or landmines.

They had suffered losses once before by those clever maneuvers of the blue gophers, making them genuinely wary.

If artillery fire came later, and they took refuge in an anti-artillery bunker only to discover explosives stuffed inside, their fates would be sealed...

Counting the casualties took some time.

Returning to Dillon's side, Tumen instinctively gave an Army's military salute and reported with a heavy expression, "... There are still 7 anti-aircraft trucks left."

Dillon did not look at him and continued, "What about the casualties?"

"2,410 casualties... There are still 3,122 people capable of moving."

Upon hearing the number, Dillon's heart sank.

Only a little over 3,000 people remained...

Their casualties were nearing 50%!

The losses in this battle had far exceeded his expectations.

If it were an hour ago, Dillon would have ordered the troops to somewhat regroup without hesitation and then immediately set off for Bluestone County. He would swiftly dismantle the New Alliance's artillery positions, then seize the opportunity to capture the railway. With one concerted effort, they could charge straight into the northern outskirts of Clearspring City.

However, now...

Faced with the devastating battlefield before him, he could not muster the same optimism as before.

The enemy had only suffered casualties of less than 300 men and had managed to stop their armored unit and 5 brigades' advance...

How much more would they need to sacrifice for Bluestone County ahead?

A somber expression appeared on Dillon's face.

To fight, they had only a 30% chance of success.

If they did not fight, they could conserve their strength, but it would undoubtedly be a death sentence.

Before the operation began, he had promised Gold Fang that he could take Dawn City by sacrificing at most 10 tanks.

Now...

Forget Dawn City, they had not even caught a glimpse of Bluestone County.

"We won't be able to explain this to the Chief..." Bear Fang, standing by Dillon's side, said in a low voice, "He'll fly into a rage and feed us to the hyenas."

Dillon glanced at him. "It's good that you understand."

Bear Fang spoke cautiously, his voice trembling, "So, so what should we do?"

Dillon responded decisively, "Continue going south."

Bear Fang looked at him in astonishment, exclaiming, "Are you out of your mind?! Continue going south? Just on this high ground alone, we've lost over 800 guys! What do we have to fight Bluestone County with?"

"With our lives." Dillon stared at him as he continued speaking word by word, "If you want to survive, this is the only path. Otherwise, you can go back alone and tell Gold Fang exactly what happened here."

Hearing that, Bear Fang immediately fell silent, though he was complaining bitterly in his heart.

If he had known, he would not have boasted so excessively before.

Taking Bluestone County down in 10 days?

Right now, he just wanted to be far away from those fiends.

Seeing Bear Fang's constipated expression, Dillon paused and continued, "Actually, if we look at it optimistically, we still have a chance of victory."

"Those 50 planes should be their last resort... We've suffered heavy losses, but so have they. Use your brain and think about it. Why would they only station 300 people on the high ground if they had enough manpower?"

"This..." Bear Fang was at a loss.

He never thought about that.

"Retrieve our ammo. We'll depart in half an hour." Dillon cast one final glance at the brawny, but simple-minded fellow, shook his head, and walked towards the logistics team that was tallying the spoils of war.

Despite the New Alliance soldiers attempting to destroy the remaining supplies before their defensive line collapsed, they still managed to seize a portion of them.

Among those spoils of war were 12 mortar cannons, several mortar shells, some 20mm large-caliber anti-armor rifles, as well as rocket launchers resembling Armor Fist Bazookas.

The reserve troops from the northern high ground had all been moved to the southern high ground. Dillon planned to finish tallying the spoils and depart immediately.

However, just then, a thunderous explosion echoed from their position.

Startled by the noise, even though he was dozens of meters away, his nerves on edge caused him to reflexively jump into a nearby trench, "What's happening?!"

That explosion seemed like a prelude to a crisis.

However, before he could react, accompanied by the sound of something descending from the sky, flickering flames and explosions began to erupt one after another on the battlefield.

A marauder who was in the midst of counting the spoils was caught off guard by the explosion. Flying debris instantly claimed numerous lives, and the survivors desperately rolled into the trenches to narrowly escape the catastrophe.

However, the truck parked beside the trench was not as fortunate. Projectiles falling from the sky struck it directly. 2 of them landed on the 4 12mm machine guns mounted on the truck, and another hit the driver's cabin. The crew and gunners were taken out instantly.

Artillery?!

No...

This power and impact were more than that.

Dillon was taken aback. He looked up abruptly and vaguely saw a hovering cross beneath the low, dense clouds.

Artillery shells came from the flying structure!

"Damn it... How does the New Alliance still have planes?!"

"Didn’t we shoot down all their birds?!”

"And what's with that plane? Why can it fly sideways and shoot at the same time?!"

The marauders who had jumped into the same trench as him had evidently also noticed the situation overhead and were anxiously crowding to the trench's edge.

The plane circling above their heads left them feeling extremely insecure.

Especially with those tracer rounds descending from the sky.

Throughout the battlefield, apart from the fully enclosed anti-artillery bunkers, there were almost no blind spots!

Cold sweat formed on his forehead. Dillon made a quick decision, grabbing the radio and shouted, "Scatter the vehicles!"

"Anti-aircraft units, open fire towards the sky!"

The supply trucks scattered to evade the threat, and the momentarily stunned anti-aircraft trucks finally regained their senses and turned their gun barrels around to return fire.

However, due to the absence of early warning radars, the earlier surprise attack had taken out 3 of Fang Clans Anti-aircraft vehicles, and only 4 remained.

At least half of them were equipped with small 7mm caliber pipe barrel guns.

For shooting 7mm bullets into the air, they could manage to intercept small planes diving into close proximity, thanks to their rate of fire and firepower density. However, once the shooting distance exceeded 1 kilometer, the bullets would move around randomly.

Not only were they unlikely to hit, but even if they did, they lacked any significant power.

Unless luck was on their side and they managed to damage the propellers.

Facing the aircraft hovering at an altitude of a kilometer, only the 12mm medium-caliber machine guns could barely make an impact.

However, their numbers were too few to be effective, and they did not have time to make a difference. The aircraft circling high above systematically picked them off one by one, using several armor-piercing incendiary rounds to wreck the weapons and cabins.

Dillon raised his binoculars and urgently looked up at the sky.

He saw the moderately sized door on the side of the aircraft open, revealing 2 dark gun barrels extending from the side of the cabin.

His eyes widened in shock when he saw the guns. He was utterly dumbfounded.

Mounting guns on the side of an aircraft?

Could they even do something like that?!

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