allonlinenovel Chapter 131 Counterattack Campaign
Chapter 131 Counterattack Campaign
Urban warfare is the most brutal battle and also the combat scenario where the equipment gap between the two sides has the least impact. The capital originally housed several troops from the Eastern Balkans and the Desert Empire. These troops provided training and combat guidance to the Southern Army on the one hand, and supervised Ekevich's compliance with the treaty on the other.
The corrupt situation in the capital forced their backers to bring these troops to the forefront. The Southern Army's combat effectiveness was too weak. Although the magic machine gun had the advantage of firepower density at close range, its power was not good. The sentries, wearing full armor made of steel, took the lead. These strongmen selected from the army could move swiftly while wearing such armor and carrying MG3 machine guns.
With the deployment of these lightly armored infantry, urban warfare became exceptionally simple. Alice entered the battlefield, dressed in military uniform, wearing a helmet, her white hair styled in a ponytail, and holding a pistol in her hand.
A sentry walked past her, his armor, which covered him from head to toe, was impervious to blades and bullets. Alice even saw two bullets hit him, but they bounced off the armor.
With his MG3 machine gun held high, he spewed deadly bullets at the enemy positions. Under the cover of two Sherman tanks, the sentry suppressed the enemy in front of him with undeniable firepower.
But soon, Alice noticed something amiss—the enemy forces were dwindling in number and retreating, something they hadn't done before—she looked up and saw that dark clouds were still gathering overhead, and the rain that had just stopped was starting to fall again.
"Gather the troops and organize the defense line."
This is not right. Once it rains, Amelanxi's proud air superiority will disappear, which will be the best opportunity for the enemy to fight. Alice found the attack situation map, and the communications soldier next to her was marking the positions of each unit based on the messages sent back by each unit.
"There are about two regiments deployed here, and a division at the dock... We have at least three regiments on our front, and a division to fight us. There are two divisions to the north... Our offensive momentum is insufficient."
Despite the war having progressed to this point, the soldiers discovered that there were still a large number of civilians in the capital. From the upper city to the lower city, almost every building had a large number of residents hiding there. Alice and Alicia had to use artillery fire cautiously, which gave the Southern army a chance to catch their breath.
"Sir! The position to the north has been breached!"
A communications soldier suddenly brought news: north of the capital, Ekevich had mobilized three divisions to launch an attack on the positions of the 188th and 290th Infantry Regiments. The extreme disparity in numbers caused the defensive lines of these two regiments to be breached.
Although the Western Theater Command mobilized three divisions to launch a counterattack, the enemy now saw a glimmer of hope for breaking out. And these foreign troops in front of them certainly wouldn't give up so easily. Alice estimated that they would attack the encirclement. Now, the only option was to deploy troops for their main offensive.
"Artillery fire!!!"
Sure enough, the shelling began immediately. The Southern Army and the interventionist forces had no worries. Fireballs fired from the magic cannons fell from the sky. Alice reacted quickly and hid behind the tank.
After the artillery bombardment came the infantry charge. After an unknown amount of time, she felt the earth shake violently and a heat wave hit her. Alice suddenly stood up from the dust, dust flying all around her, and a wail came from behind her.
"Sir! Are you alright?"
Alice slapped away the communications soldier's outstretched hand and looked out from behind the tank. The soldiers who had survived the shelling were running towards the craters and any other place that could be called cover. The tank was rumbling. Alice took the phone from the back of the tank.
"Hello? Hello!"
"I can hear you!"
"How are you?"
"Everything is fine!"
Alice breathed a sigh of relief. The tanks on both sides had been reduced to burning scrap metal by the shelling, but this tank, painted with roses on the outside, was the only one that survived, albeit with some scratches.
"Alright! You're the only tank left on our side! Prepare for battle!"
Alice patted the tank and pulled a private first class next to her onto it. Each Sherman tank had three machine guns, the most powerful of which was the M2HB Browning heavy machine gun mounted on top of the tank. It was 12.7 mm in caliber and had real power.
This Browning could only be operated by the accompanying infantry, mounted at the rear of the turret, and the gunner had to stand on the engine cover.
This was one of the few heavy weapons in the neighborhood. Alice saw two shooters run to a dilapidated building and raise their rifles on the second floor.
She heard shouts of killing in the air.
"Gentlemen! Did you hear those shouts of battle? That's the enemy's final offensive, their desperate struggle! We're here! Forever!!"
"For the country and the people!"
"Long live!"
Alice stood behind the tank. Someone recognized the princess, and the news spread like wildfire, immediately drawing the attention of the soldiers. Her pure white hair bloomed like the most beautiful flower.
"His Highness is right behind us."
"We can't let them get past."
With his index finger on the trigger, the soldier caught sight of an approaching figure in the rain. The crosshairs were aligned perfectly; in the silence, death had already been marked as its recipient.
boom!
With the first gunshot as a signal, the entire position erupted in fierce firepower. Alice could hear the responses from various defensive positions: general-purpose machine guns, heavy machine guns, rifles, submachine guns, and even pistols, tank cannons, 60mm mortars, and hand grenades echoing from all directions.
"Damn it, they weren't weakened by the shelling."
Standing beneath the main hall of the palace, the Balkan envoy saw the battle lines at hand. He had provided the tactics for a western assault, with several regiments as the main offensive force, with the aim of stalling the western military region's attack. In his view, the three divisions that had broken out of the palace in the north were merely cannon fodder.
"Hey, you damn Balkan man, are you going to die here or leave?"
"The palace's sewers have been cleared?"
He muttered to himself, then beckoned his personal guards to leave. All this military action wasn't about breaking out, but simply about getting rid of them. Ekevich was unimportant to them; the treaty he signed was merely a pretext for the future. Whether the South failed or not, both the Balkan Empire and the Caliphate knew that everything ultimately came down to guns and cannons.
But they didn't have enough guns and cannons.
The envoys have already collected a great deal of information on tactics, weapons, and technology related to the Civil War. All they have to do is bring it back to their respective countries. The scholars at the Balkan Imperial University and the Palace of Wisdom have been eagerly awaiting its arrival.