I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World (Web Novel)
chapter-1208

1208 Battle Royale Dadada!

When the bullets just scraped above Ding Liwei’s scalp, he was sweating profusely in nervousness.

Is this the true strength of the CCCP Army?

When he looked at the power armors not in the same weight class as the P-series, and the 12 KV-9 tanks unleashing barrage with its main gun and coaxial machinegun, he showed the unwillingness to accept his defeat.

His failure was not because of tactics, nor because of courage, but simply on the equipment.

Next to him, a power armor smashed into the concrete wall, straight into the building behind him. They already fired half of their anti-tank rockets, but the result was far from what they expected.

The armor of the KV-9 was indeed renowned for its ability to resist the electromagnetic pulse cannon!

The anti-tank rockets of the Second Militia fired one after another, but only two tanks were scrapped. Other than one tank having two holes on its front armor, the remaining ten tanks continued their demolition as if nothing happened.

However, the tanks didn’t give Ding Liwei the most headache, the SU-5 power armors did!

The power armors of the Russians were even more difficult to deal with compared to their tanks. He didn’t even know if his bullets did anything to its armor. Fortunately, the number advantage they had translated to teh destruction of ten SU-5s.

But the price they paid was three times that number…

A 75mm explosive shell exploded behind him and the cement pieces slammed into the rear armor. Ding Liwei immediately ducked his head and pressed himself tightly against the thick bunker, cursing.

“Fu*k… these Siberian bears! Fu*k!”

Looking at the red crosses that appeared on the command interface one after another, only a menacing light remained in his eyes

First, he was defeated in the hands of Jiang Chen, and now he encountered the CCCP tanks. His Second Militia was caught in the middle of the two forces. He took a punch on his left cheek, then immediately another punch on his right.

He clenched his jaw.

Ding Liwei stared at the tank that was firing its coaxial machine gun and his anger almost crushed the handle of his rifle.

Is this the death of the Second Militia?

His chest was filled with hatred.

He was not willing to accept this outcome!

The treasure of Pan-Asia Cooperation was right in front of him, he almost held it in his hands.

“DAM*IT!” He cursed several times in a row. His fist slammed on the ground and sent cement debris in the air

At least…

At least leave these barbarians here!

With decisiveness in his eyes, he switched the communication channel and yelled at the top of his lungs.

“Wan Peng, what are you waiting for! Are you not going to use that thing and instead wait to bring it to your grave?”

It was quiet; the communication channel was silent with no response.

“Wan Peng?”

Ding Liwei’s expression suddenly changed.

There was no response from the other end of the communication screen.

A terrible thought drifted into his mind…

This guy dipped!

“Wan Peng you son of…! I will fu*king—”

Ding Liwei was just about to curse out, but his pupils dilated in fear. He did not completely finish his curse before it was interrupted by a loud explosion. He, along with the bunker, was engulfed by the bursting fire…

…

The battle that lasted more than an hour finally came to an end.

The anti-tank rockets were almost exhausted, and the Second Militia had completely lost its means of combating against CCCP tanks.

With the support of power armors, the KV-9s began to move forward with the support of their coaxial machinegun and main gun, the Second Militia could no longer launch an effective counterattack.

In the end, with the death of Ding Liwei, this line of defense consisted of P-series power armors finally began to collapse. Now, the Shangjing Survivors Alliance lost its final piece and made its exit in the history of time.

The battle of Line 0 was decided, but the battle at Line 27 was still in a stalemate.

In order to compete for the control of the special channel subway station, both sides used one hundred and twenty percent of their energy to barrage the enemy’s frontline.

“ATTACK! ATACK! ATTACK!”

Inside the KV-9 tank, Sedov stared coldly at the holographic screen, and his hawk-like pupils locked onto NAC’s line of defense. He roared a bloodthirsty command at the cloned soldiers who were launching the Kamikaze attack.

With the command of each attack, a group of clones fell.

These clones felt no pain, had no feelings, and feared no death. From the moment they were produced, they existed for the sole purpose of sacrificing their life for the Soviets.

They didn’t even need to go through professional military training. All they needed to do was to charge toward the defense line. Charge, charge, and then charge! Many people have not even been given a rifle. Their rifles and magazines were all from dead friendly soldiers, or the hands of enemies, or just the dagger around their waist.

Picking up the rifle from their comrade, they charged the enemy defense like rabid dogs. Most of the cloned soldiers did not even have time to empty a magazine before they were shredded to pieces by the incoming bullets. But before collapsing on the ground, they often would bring trouble to the NAC side.

The battle continued to be in a state of stalemate. The air was filled with the smell of blood.

Just then, Sedov noticed that a team of soldiers wearing kinetic skeletons joined the battle from the rear of NAC’s defense.

They didn’t have guns. Instead, they carried a basket full of grenade-like items on their back. Immediately, Sedov in the tank saw that these people began to take out the grenades, and with the help of the kinetic skeleton, they tossed the grenandes to the tanks beside the concrete wall.

Sedov sneered at the scene.

He knew exactly what they wanted to do.

They wished to use the anti-human thermal design of the KV-9 to turn the tank into an oven.

Obviously, an officer from Pan-Asia Cooperation must be in command, and the officer must be an experienced one.

He also must admit to the effectiveness of this tactic. Compared to anti-tank rockets, it could not only threaten the KV-9 occupants and engines, but also effectively suppresses the clone tactics. It was especially effective in such narrow terrains

However-

“Firefighting Company, prepare. Bring out the fire extinguisher.” Looking at the tank beside the wall that began to burn, Sedov ordered while staring at the burning flame. Then he sneered, “SPRAY.”

“Roger that!”

A team of twenty engineers with iron drums behind their back stepped forward and pointed the nozzles at the burning tank. The misty powder quickly extinguished the flame on the tank.

Mockery appeared in Sedov’s eyes.

How would he not know the weakness of the KV-9 tank? Not to mention fire extinguishers, the Uelen Border Guards even designed their own anti-fire armor, specifically to deal with situations where engineer soldiers would be unable to put out the fire.

Flames can take out the steel torrent of the Soviet? Isn’t that too arrogant?

Just as Sedov ridiculed the mentally handicapped Pan-Asia Cooperation officers in his mind, the tunnel behind him began to tremor.

This violent tremor lasted for a minute and then everything returned to normal.

Sedov opened the tank and stood up. He stared at the darkness in the tunnel and frowned.

“What happened…”

For some reason, he had an odd feeling about the violent tremor.

To confirm his hunch, he heard an anxious report.

“Report! Traces of nuclear explosions have been detected at Fuxing Station on Line 27. There are large-scale collapses in the nearby subway section. The zombies that are active on the surface are flooding in… DAM*IT! It’s the Night Demon! AHHH—”

There was a short busy tone before he heard machine guns in the distance.

“Stabilize the formation and return fire!”

“AHHHHH!”

Hearing the news of a fire in his backyard, Sedov’s expression changed drastically. In paleness, his fists clenched tightly.

“How can it be?!”

Nuclear explosion!?

Was it the explosion just now?!

He suddenly realized that if zombies flooded in from Line 27, then he, currently in a stalemate with NAC, would…