Chapter 1210 - Victor

Like the nomads on the prairies, they chewed through the remaining bones of the civilization in the nuclear winter. Survival made him forget the glory of the soldier. The weakness of survivors made them forget the differences between humans and animals.

His only regret was that in his service for the Soviet to protect its frontiers against the Alaska NATO military across the ocean, he never set his foot on the actual battlefield. Until the very end of the battle, he was forgotten along with the ideology he swore to protect.

He clearly remembered that day.

The NATO army in Alaska withdrew. He waited anxiously for the order, and the wait was ten years.

At this moment, however, the shell that penetrated through the concrete wall made him feel like he had returned to the fervent era.

After so many years, it was the first time he felt the threat of survival that was not not from the nature, but an actual enemy.

The blood in his chest was boiling, and he actually felt a hint of excitement.

The war genes flowing in his blood seemed to be reenergized.

However, his passion did not stop the enemy. Another shell shattered the wall and hit the shoulder of a SU-5 power armor.

His subordinates fell down one after another while he still hadn’t even managed to touch his enemy. The red crosses flashing on the command interface was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head.

It was a force he had never witnessed.

It was the first time that the pair of wolf-like pupils finally showed a trace of fear…

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The crosshair was firmly locked in on the building one kilometer away. The Type-57 electromagnetic pulse cannon in Jiang Chen’s hands continuously fired out glaring white rays.

The five-kilogram shell penetrated the concrete from all sorts of obscure angles with incredible precision to hit the power armors behind the wall. From the first shot till now, already ten power armors had fallen down. Five of which were due to Jiang Chen’s cannon while the other five were the masterpieces of Lu Fan and the other guards.

In less than five minutes, the CCCP tank formation with heavy casualties finally stopped its advancement.

The only remaining two SU-5s were suppressed in the center of the building and hid in the blind spots of the four electromagnetic pulse cannons. Out of the six tanks, two had broken tracks, and one had a broken sight mirror. At this moment, they were also inside the blind spots, fearful.

“DAM*IT, how are they so accurate?” Sminov got out of the tank, shaken, and looked at Yegor who also got out. In disbelief, he said, “Can these people see through the walls? Or do their electromagnetic pulse cannons have a guided function…”

“There is no shell that can be guided, Comrade Sminov.” Yegor looked at the broken concrete wall not far him with a sullen expression, and the power armor that had fallen down on the ground.

The front section of the power armor was concaved in, and even the tiles on the wall behind it were smashed. The soldier inside clearly did not survive.

Even through the concrete wall, the five-kilogram shell still possessed an astounding amount of kinetic energy. The power armor was as fragile as an ant against its power.

“Is it infrared imaging? Life detection? But that’s impossible… Our SU-5 and KV-9 have almost no problem in anti-detection capabilities, how are they positioning us?” Sminov frowned.

“It’s the city that sold us.” Yegor looked up at the ceiling as gloom was written all over his face.

“The city?” Sminov took a moment to process the information, then he followed Yegor’s gaze. He saw there was a fist-sized wide-angle camera on the ceiling.

Yegor pulled the pistol from his waist and fired two shots against the ceiling. The camera was destroyed.

“Now we have disappeared from their radar.”

“You mean…” Sminov had a sudden realization as astonishment filled his eyes. “The entire city’s surveillance system is under their control.”

“Yes,” Yegor nodded as he said in hatred, “If I didn’t guess wrong, they have already taken the treasure of the Pan-Asia Cooperation, and also took control of the monitoring system of the city…”

With the data from the monitoring system, their spatial coordinates were positioned on AR imaging. They were completed naked inside the city to Jiang Chen on the high building with no privacy at all.

Unless they used EMP to destroy the monitoring system of the entire city.

However, this suggestion was obviously unrealistic.

They didn’t know how many cameras were in front of them. Inside the city of Pan-Asia Cooperation, the number of cameras exceeded the number of streetlights. As long as they were inside the city, they could not advance forward.

Looking at Sminov, Yegor asked.

“How many smoke bombd do we have left?”

Sminov gulped and said, “Five.”

“Five?” Yegor’s fists clenched together and his expression was dignified.

Five kilometers away, five smoke bombs, these were enough for them to break through the blockade formed by electromagnetic pulse cannons. If the almost ridiculous accuracy continued to happen, they would at the most advance 500 meters before being stalled.

The broken track could be repaired, but no one dared to get out of the tank.

“What should we do?” Smirnov forced out this sentence.

“We have to wait,” Yegor closed his eyes. “They don’t dare to come close to us, and we can’t go out. As long as our reinforcements arrive first, victory will belong to us.”

Time ticked.

Quietly waiting in the empty building, a drop of sweat oozed out from Yegor’s forehead and slid down through the wrinkles on his face.

Without any news from the reinforcements, he already began to feel ominous.

Although he believed in Sedov’s ability and there was absolutely no possibility of losing to the NAC infantry in the tunnel, too much time has passed…

Did the NAC win?

Impossible, absolutely impossible…

His fists clenched together tightly. Yegor’s eyes locked onto the computer around his wrist and staring at the offline icon in the communication screen. Anxiety was growing with every minute that passed by…

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In the sky, blue light sparkled.

Looking at the power armors landing from air, Jiang Chen’s dark scaly mask retracted backwards. He equipped the Type-57 electromagnetic pulse cannon on his back, deactivated the anchor, and ordered in the communication channel.

“Come back.”

“Roger.”

Lu Fan and the other guards also saw the reinforcements from the sky. From their voices, they also felt relieved excitement.

Jiang Chen took out a flare from the storage dimension and tossed it on the ground.

The orange-red sparkle in the fog-covered city was so conspicuous, like a beacon in the fog, guiding the reinforcements toward him.

When he saw the T-3 power armors gathering towards him, the huge burden in his mind finally disappeared.

Until half a minute ago, he was still thinking about what would happen if the Russians arrived first.

However, it seemed that Han Junhua did not disappoint him.

The victor in the tunnel has already been decided.

Is there still suspense in this battle?