Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1245: Zhancheng

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The majestic ‘Leopard II NG’ main battle tanks lined up in the open area south of Bab City, with thick and long barrels pointing in the direction of the city. Behind ‘Leopard II NG’ is the ZmA infantry fighting vehicle and armored personnel transport vehicle. The uniform queue makes people feel the bitter chill of the war weapon.

When the western reporters arrived near Bab, the 16th Mechanized Brigade of Turkey organized a small military parade. Dozens of armored vehicles and hundreds of soldiers were reviewed. Although the scene is rudimentary, the atmosphere of the battlefield is extremely strong when we think that these troops are about to perform combat missions.

Zhang Shixin from the imperial capital mixed with his teammates among a group of Western reporters. As a new generation of Zhonghua field reporters, they are gradually going to every corner of the world.

The camera was set up to point at the inspection troops of the native chicken. Zhang Shixin shouted on a walkie-talkie in front of his chest: "c1 is ready. The troops of the indigenous chicken are gathering at the junction of highway m4, and they will leave soon. "

Zhang Shixin himself does not know who he is contacting. His task is to keep an eye on the movements of the out-of-city chicken armored forces and always report. The people who contacted him were also concise, and each time they responded, there was often only one sentence ‘know’.

The city of Bab is not large, and the area is five or six square kilometers. The civilians in the city have mostly fled after repeated wars, leaving only various broken buildings in the city. Craters, muck, and residual walls are the most common sights in the city.

According to the propaganda caliber of the local chickens, this time the local chicken army will wipe out the remnants of terrorists who are entrenched in the city. According to Zhang Shixin's guess, the mobilization of native chickens can wash the small town of Bab in a few hours. Especially now it is daytime, and there are UAV assisted detection in native chickens.

Syria has been protesting against the invasion of Turkish chickens. They claim that they are currently armored by the Iraqi-Syrian coalition forces and are not terrorists at all. The reason why the reporters eagerly came to Bab was because they wanted to see a wonderful tank battle.

But at the scene, the strength of the chicken was completely overwhelming, and everyone's interest in the next battle fell suddenly. Even the field chicken spokesman of the native chicken declared that it would be a battle as easy as an outing.

Zhang Shixin is writing a press release, and suddenly the walkie-talkie in front of his chest initiates an active call. The mysterious contact person asks: "Tell me about the military layout of the local chicken outside the city."

"Military layout? I don't know any military layout." Zhang Shixin is really a field reporter. He was temporarily tasked to contact a mysterious guy.

The voice on the other side of the walkie-talkie asked again: "Tell me about the places outside the city where reporters are not allowed to be interviewed?"

"Oh ... there are a few of them." Zhang Shixin had just arrived in Bab, and the gendarmes of the native chicken publicly declared that they could not run around the city and where to go. When he finished talking about what he knew, the contact was interrupted again.

Zhang Shixin didn't know his own words to save Zhou Qingfeng a lot of time. Just after the former gave relevant information, ‘DogMeat’ recalled from Aleppo hurried to the places just mentioned. The local chicken's command, investigation and communication machine structure were quickly found.

The virtual screen of the armband computer displays the image seen by the ‘DogMeat’ electronic eye. It is a heavily guarded field tent, and several of them also have high antennas. A simple runway was temporarily opened outside the tent, and several small military UAV were parked on the runway.

In Bab City, Zhou Qingfeng finally returned to Wasteland after 24 hours. He not only wore his mechanical exoskeleton back, but also brought a black-tech equipment-a small green box, a single soldier electronic warfare system developed by the US military more than a decade later.

Eavesdropping, interference, tactical fraud, and misleading information. After Zhou Qingfeng is enabled, it can directly invade the battlefield military communication network of the Turkey, and understand the actions of the Turkey ’s frontline command institution.

And if the soft kill does not work, Zhou Qingfeng is also preparing to let ‘DogMeat’ directly attack the native chicken ’s headquarters. However, it is easy to expose the existence of the mechanical dog ‘DogMeat’, and it will not be used until a last resort.

After everything is laid out, Mustafa, who is in the headquarters outside the city, can already see the situation of the entire Bab city through the few LCD screens in front of him. The unmanned reconnaissance plane scanned the whole city back and forth more than ten times, and found no enemy who attacked last night.

"Syrians say they still have a tank in Bab. It must have been hiding in the ruins of a certain building. If they ca n’t find it in the air, they will go to the ground and find it. We must find it and destroy it. Turkistan ’s strength and dominance. "

At the order of Mustafa, the turkey armored forces surrounding Bab were immediately killed from the six main roads outside the city. Two or three hundred armored vehicles of various types and thousands of soldiers were fighting together. The entire battlefield environment is under control.

Mustafah thought: There is only one tank in the city no matter how powerful it is. Once discovered, it means being destroyed. Today ’s mission will end in a perfect textbook-like gesture anyway.

The momentum of more than 100 armored vehicles is still amazing. Dozens of tens of tons of behemoths rolled past, and the motion of their rolling ground can be shocking.

Although thinking about this is a battle to show off force, it seems like a march, but seeing these war machines start, reporters outside the city are still excited.

John and Charlie bet each other while taking pictures.

"Guess how long will it take this local chicken to declare the end of the battle?"

"The city of Bab is too small, and it will not take long for the tank to occupy. I rushed in and issued another statement. I think it was too much for half an hour."

"Blocking a hundred dollars, I ’m not as optimistic as you, at least an hour."

"Perfectly. I think the bet between us can be included in the report."

Ha Ha Ha ...

Western journalists have a relaxed mindset, they gather on a small high ground about three kilometers outside the city. The native chickens prepared special tents and workbenches for them, and provided binoculars to directly watch the entire tank force move forward quickly and occupy the majestic posture of the city.

The weather is clear today and the view is good. All kinds of lances and short guns are erected on this earth platform at a height of tens of meters above the ground. The naked eyes can see the formation of a line of Turkish chicken armored forces raising a string of smoke, all the way into the ruined Babb city .

The field chicken spokesman of the local chicken is also on this small highland. He will selectively read some frontline troops' communication and communication every one or two minutes to show that the troops are progressing smoothly.

"One company of the 16th Brigade has seized the position of the hospital in the city, and there is no resistance at present."

"The second battalion arrived in the northern outskirts of the city and launched in a combat formation. They also did not encounter any attacks. They even rescued several Syrian civilians."

"ISIS forces seem to have been annihilated in the previous strike, and our actions are very smooth."

The battlefield spokesman stood on an ammunition box and talked, Zhang Shixin was a little worried when shooting. He looked at the far-reaching armored forces of the Turkish chickens and they were almost completely occupying the entire city. He couldn't help but press the talk button on his chest. "Hello, can I ask a question?"

The mysterious contact person responded impatiently: "If there is a fart, I will soon be too busy to deal with it."

"Maybe I should n’t ask, but I guess are you in the city of Bab?"

"You guessed it."

"Ah ... what do you do? Now the army of native chickens has entered the city."

"What else can I do? Beat them out!"