dognovel Chapter 775 Red Dawn
Chapter 775 Red Dawn
"Red Star..." Michael muttered to himself, his face turning pale in an instant, "Could it be...could it be a hairy bear?"
This speculation made him feel a little nervous.
If Russia really intervenes in the civil war between the Americans and the Americans, the nature of the matter will change completely.
This will no longer be a simple "counterinsurgency" operation, but a direct confrontation between two nuclear powers!
But he felt something was wrong.
According to intelligence, the main force of the Russian Bear should still be deeply mired in suppressing the Polish rebellion in Eastern Europe. How could they have the spare energy to send the Air Force across the Atlantic to interfere in the internal affairs of the Eagle Sauce?
Moreover, even if they really came, it would be impossible for them to repel the 3rd Marine Division so easily! The Russian MiG fighters had no obvious advantages in performance compared to the Eagle Sauce F-15 and F-16.
Wanting to wipe out an entire Apache attack helicopter brigade within a few minutes is simply a fantasy!
Just when he was at a loss.
"Boom... Boom..."
Suddenly, the ground began to shake violently with a rhythmic, dull sound.
The vibration became stronger and stronger, and the tables, chairs and equipment in the command center began to shake, as if a prehistoric giant beast was slowly walking towards their camp.
"Is it an earthquake?!" a staff officer shouted in panic.
"No! This isn't an earthquake!"
General Michael's face had turned as pale as paper. As an experienced soldier, he immediately recognized that the sound was the unique roar made by a large number of heavy armored units moving collectively!
He no longer cared about the chaos in the command room and rushed out like crazy, climbing up the watchtower in the center of the camp in two steps. It was the commanding height of the entire camp.
He raised the high-powered military binoculars in his hand and looked in the direction where the vibration came from - the direction of Harrisburg city.
When he saw the scene in the distance clearly, he almost dropped the telescope in his hand due to shock.
On the horizon, in the morning mist, more than a dozen huge and ferocious heavy tanks were arranged in a standard wedge-shaped attack formation, slowly but with an unstoppable sense of oppression, rolling towards their camp!
The turrets of those tanks were unusually tall, their gun barrels were disproportionately thick, their tracks were wide, and the entire vehicle body was covered with a layer of reactive armor that looked unusually strong and had strange patterns.
They were like a group of steel monsters crawling out of hell, and every step forward made the earth tremble.
But what made General Michael's scalp tingle and his whole body go cold was not the hideous appearance of these tanks, but the small flags fluttering in the wind on the sides of their turrets.
It was a bright red flag, and in the center of the flag was embroidered a soaring, majestic and sacred oriental dragon outlined in gold thread.
Red dragon flag!
It’s Dragon Country!
General Michael's brain completely crashed at this moment.
Dragon Country’s tanks?
How would it appear here?
Appearing on Pennsylvania soil?
Where did they come from? Could it be that they have mastered long-distance space teleportation technology?!
He couldn't understand or accept the surreal scene before him.
Fear, shock, confusion, anger...all kinds of emotions intertwined in his heart, almost suffocating him.
He finally understood why the 3rd Marine Division suffered such a devastating defeat.
What they were facing was not the Pennsylvania militia, but the most terrifying and mysterious military force on the planet - the army of Dragon Country!
"Enemy attack!! Dragon Nation tanks!! High alert!! All units, immediately enter combat mode!!"
General Michael roared with all his might, his voice piercing with fear, echoing throughout the entire military base.
However, it was too late.
Those Dragon Kingdom main battle tanks, which looked like prehistoric behemoths, stopped about five kilometers away from the base.
Then, their muzzles slowly raised and aimed at the federal army camp.
The next second, flames burst out.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
More than a dozen large-caliber armor-piercing shells whizzed towards us at a speed that was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye.
They did not attack the soldiers or vehicles in the camp. Instead, they hit all the pre-set fortifications outside the camp - including bunkers, observation posts and machine gun positions - with incredible accuracy.
Violent explosions rang out one after another. The sturdy reinforced concrete bunkers were like paper in the face of these powerful shells and were instantly blown to pieces.
The first line of defense carefully constructed by the federal army outside the camp was completely destroyed in just a few seconds.
Inside the headquarters, all the staff and officers were stunned.
"Five kilometers... They carried out such precise artillery bombardment at a distance of five kilometers?"
An artillery officer muttered to himself, his voice full of disbelief.
"This... this has already exceeded the effective range and accuracy of our M1A1 main gun! Just how advanced is their fire control system?"
Fear, like an invisible virus, quickly spread throughout the command center.
General Michael rushed back to the command room, snatched the communicator, and shouted at the top of his lungs to his last trump card—the M109 self-propelled artillery position deployed in the rear:
"All artillery units! Immediately cover the enemy tanks with fire! Blow them all to pieces! Quickly!"
However, what he waited for was the signalman's desperate reply:
"Report to the General! Our artillery position... has lost contact!"
"Just now, they were hit by a precise attack from an unidentified aircraft in the air... The entire position... has turned into a sea of fire!"
"It's over..."
General Michael's body softened and he slumped into his chair, his eyes hollow and his face ashen.
He knew it was all over.
Air supremacy was taken away, long-range artillery support was destroyed, and the enemy's main battle tanks were slowly approaching them in an unstoppable manner.
They have become a tiger with all its teeth and claws plucked out, and can only watch helplessly as the hunter raises his hunting rifle and points it at their heads.
His last memory was the red flag embroidered with a golden dragon, still bright and dazzling in the smoke, and the violent shaking of the earth that was getting closer and closer like the footsteps of death.