Chapter 1,414 Desert Siege

Deep in the Nevada desert, a row of desert-colored SUVs drove from a distance, bypassed two hills covered with loess, and stopped outside a military base located below the hills. The rusty iron gate looked abandoned for many years, and under the sand-covered tarpaulin it looked like no one had been there for a long time.

After entering the military base, the convoy began to slow down.

At this moment, a gust of wind carried the yellow sand and blew by. As if in the blink of an eye, soldiers wearing desert-colored camouflage stood around the convoy, and the SUVs were surrounded by guns raised.

The convoy stopped.

The door of the second car in the row opened, and a military boot stepped on the ground. He showed his sight to the nearest soldier. The soldier didn't make any movement, but a red light flashed slightly in the center of the tactical eyepiece under the brim of his bunny hat.

After recognizing the identity code on the graphene card, the guns pointed at the convoy were put away. Colonel Ross put away the graphene card, squinted his eyes and glanced around the group of soldiers, and said.

"Where is Colonel McCarthy? Let him come to see me."

"Here." Coming out of the queue, General McCarthy wearing a beret walked up to the officer, raised his hand and performed a standard military salute.

Although the two are both colonels in military rank, one serves in the Ministry of Defense system and the other is a commissioned officer in the frontline troops. Coming with an order from the Ministry of National Defense, Colonel Ross could barely be regarded as his superior, so there was no problem with him saluting first.

After returning the military salute neatly, Colonel Ross glanced at the military base behind him and nodded.

"How are the preparations going?"

"The West Coast Weather Monitoring Center is already under our control. The only insider has taken control. Now only we know about it." McCarthy replied seriously.

"Very good." Nodding, Colonel Ross stared at McCarthy, paused for a moment and then continued, "Congress has already studied it. Since those stubborn conservative forces are ready to block our progress towards the future, then we will combine them with The garbage of the wasteland will be swept into the grave of history. Your mission now is to bring the entire California into the coverage of weather weapons and carry out indiscriminate strategic strikes."

"Understood." General McCarthy replied sternly.

"The combat order has been issued. I want to know when this thing will be ready?" Colonel Ross raised his chin, looked at the alloy door embedded in the side of the hill behind the military base, and asked.

"It depends on when the fuel rods arrive." General McCarthy then asked, "How is the dismantling of those nuclear weapons going?"

"One hundred cans of 20mm caliber nuclear fusion cores have been dismantled and will be delivered here soon," Colonel Ross said.

"It's enough." A cold and cruel smile appeared on the corner of General McCarthy's lips. "A Category 16 hurricane is more than enough to tear their defense lines apart——"

Before he finished speaking, a scream suddenly came from the air.

The two were stunned for a moment and looked up to the sky.

However, before he could raise his head halfway, the explosive shrapnel and dazzling fire exploded, and thick black smoke spread out along with the fire at the entrance of the military base! Caught off guard, two soldiers standing next to the checkpoint were blown to pieces by the sudden shells. One of them passed out on the spot, and his life or death was unknown.

Reflexively, he took two steps back, raised his sleeves to cover his brows, and stared at the blown-up checkpoint. McCarthy's pupils suddenly shrank.

Mortar!

"Enemy attack!"

"Spread out! Quick, quick, quick!"

"This is the Red Arrow team. They have calculated the artillery position and are rushing to the target area..."

Without any warning, as the first shell exploded, the subsequent shelling exploded near the convoy like beans.

The moment they encountered the shelling, all the USN soldiers started moving like gears. Soldiers in desert-colored camouflage rushed to the roadside with rifles in hand.

Find cover and lie down. The SUVs quickly dispersed in reverse, and the ones carrying supplies rushed into the military base. The other half carrying the soldiers, together with the two armored vehicles that rushed out of the military base, rushed towards the direction of the artillery shells.

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"Haha! Beat me!"

As he stepped on the desert-colored motorcycle, the man wearing a cowboy hat smiled wildly and looked at the bursting fire with his binoculars. Seeing the enemies scurry under their fire made him feel extremely happy.

In the open space next to him, soldiers also dressed as cowboys took out mortar shells from the back boxes of motorcycles, threw them to their comrades holding the mortars, and stuffed them into the long and thick barrel.

The Rangers, as a purely motorized artillery unit, belong to the ace unit of the militia organization "One Minute Men". Although it relies on old-fashioned fuel motorcycles as a means of transportation, this old-fashioned machinery is surprisingly reliable in the wasteland, especially in the desert. Moreover, synthetic oil is much easier to obtain than nuclear batteries, and it is not interfered by EMP weapons. With the excellent firepower output capability of the 60mm electromagnetic mortar, the Rangers have been galloping in the wasteland of California for more than ten years, causing countless The raiders and mutant tribes were frightened by the news.

"They are chasing us." Another cowboy crouched behind a rock, holding up a telescope and looking at the convoy that was kicking up the billowing dust. "Tell NAC so they can start!"

"clear!"

No one needs to be notified at all.

When the cowboy ran to the motorcycle and just sent the message, the NAC expeditionary force and National Guard ambushing nearby had already moved.

Without any warning, a dozen anti-tank rockets shot out from behind the haystacks and headed straight for the US military convoy rushing towards the Ranger artillery position. Two SUVs were shot in the side and turned into an explosive fireball. The two armored vehicles behind were blown away and broke down on the side of the road. For a moment, the USN convoy was overturned.

Knowing that they had encountered an ambush, the USN soldiers jumped out of the vehicle one after another and spread out to find cover. However, the previous rockets were just the beginning. A group of soldiers who were also armed to the teeth with exoskeletons rushed out from behind the sand dunes. The muzzles of their guns spurted terrifying tongues of fire. With the support of power armor, they surrounded the overturned convoy. Go up.

"I'm shot! Medic!"

"Shet! This is Team Red Arrow! We need support! Repeat, we ahhh-"

There will be no support coming at all.

Just half a minute ago, rows of rockets fell from the sky, covering the abandoned military base in an instant.

The rolling flames dyed the gray-yellow ground into a dark hell, and the pungent smell of coke filled the entire battlefield. Most of the USN soldiers died under the barrage of Fireball-1, and a few survived. The resistance force was also retreating towards the entrance of the cave under the siege of NAC ground troops...

Everything was so sudden that General McCarthy and Colonel Ross did not react.

When they planned to ask for help from the fleet, they found that all communication equipment had failed. It turns out that in the rocket coverage just now, NAC used not only high-explosive and incendiary warheads, but also the most insidious EMP...