"Oh right, there's also the Fallen Angel Army. You should have heard of this army before, it's the famous First Army. Now, they've encountered a problem in Hainan. There are more than 300,000 survivors in Hainan, divided into seven factions. So far, they've already broken through six of them, taking in 230,000 survivors. Unfortunately, they still haven't been able to conquer the last largest faction. Just last week, they were ambushed, and one-third of their troops died in battle. The remaining half were injured.
As for the remaining corps, one of them is in the Philippines, one is the corps behind you, and the rest are in Australia. Except for Australia, it seems that these corps are not doing well. "
After saying that, Jiang Xiancheng told Zhang Xiaoqiang all the information he knew, and it made Zhang Xiaoqiang ponder. The 7th and 9th corps had been destroyed, and there were still the 10th, 11th, and 12th corps in China. There was the 1st corps in Hainan, and the 3rd corps in Japan. Subtracting one corps, there were still four corps in Australia. This was the movement of all the armies of New Era.
Zhang Xiaoqiang estimated from the 7th corps that a corps had more than 1,000 main forces and more than 1,000 servants. In other words, a corps had at least 2,000 people, and the upper limit was unknown. This meant that they had at least tens of thousands of soldiers.
Moreover, Jiang Xiancheng had said that the 24 helicopters that were destroyed were half of the Undertaker's forces. In this case, the helicopters in Vladivostok were exactly a squadron, and New Era should have 16 helicopters in Asia.
However, according to various signs, the New Era's military strength had long been stretched thin. Otherwise, they would not have ignored the servant army guarding Russia Island in Vladivostok. Perhaps this was Zhang Xiao Qiang's chance to eliminate the New Era forces in China.
"Alright, I got it. Looks like my mission this time will fall on Hunan's 10th Division. I'm not too familiar with their Division Commander. Also, what's their scale? Let me calculate how many soldiers I can borrow …"
Zhang Xiaoqiang pretended to thank him and asked about the 10th corps. The 10th corps was not far from his base in Hubei. Perhaps the next battle would be between them and the 10th corps.
"I'm afraid not. We don't know the structure of the 10th division. The only thing we know is that the 10th division's general is a Norwegian. All the members of the Silver Flower Team came from Europe. We don't know where they got so many evolvers …"
Jiang Xiancheng really didn't know. He didn't know about the personnel, weapons, or the personalities of the various commanders. They were usually used for small-scale logistics. He didn't know much about the rest because the level of a large supply base was about the same as a field army.
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang silently got up and walked out of the door, not provoking anyone. Jiang Xiancheng thought that Zhang Xiaoqiang was too disappointed and wanted to comfort him, but didn't know what to say.
The 7th corps was in Vladivostok. Vladivostok was a wasteland developed by New Era. There were no supply points there. The three provinces in the northeast near Vladivostok were also restricted areas. All the living people there had run away. Although some nuclear facilities had been blown up by the military when they evacuated, New Era had no way to control them. Therefore, they didn't know the real situation of the 8th corps.
Because the intelligence system of the supply base didn't know much about the 7th corps, Zhang Xiaoqiang took advantage of the loophole. Otherwise, when they flew over, they would be waiting for eight anti-air missiles.
As soon as Zhang Xiaoqiang went out, he saw a group of people doing maintenance beside a helicopter. There were empty oil barrels next to them. Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked around the interior of the base.
The base was located in a remote area. No matter what he did here, no one would disturb him. However, Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly didn't want to destroy this base. This base might provide him with an endless supply of intelligence as long as he controlled the upper echelons.
In this regard, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't think of any way to control the upper echelons. After taking a shower and eating, it was almost dark. He had been cooped up in the helicopter for the past two days and didn't sleep well. He was especially tired. He couldn't help but yawn and walked to the resting room arranged for him.
The resting room was a large tent. The bedsheets inside were clean and emitted the smell of sunshine. Falling onto the pillow, Zhang Xiaoqiang held the MP7 in one hand and the Rat King Blade in the other. He fell asleep peacefully.
Half asleep and half awake, Zhang Xiaoqiang realized that he had returned to the hot springs base. The gates of the hot springs base were opened, and countless soldiers lined up on both sides, cheering loudly for him. Mighty tanks were lined up not far away, with their huge cannons pointing towards the sky and firing salutes. Countless helicopters circled in the sky, sprinkling flowers like snowflakes.
At the front of the troops, Yang Ke-er, Yuan Yi and Shang Guan held hands as they welcomed him. Behind them, the gloomy He Wen Bin nodded and smiled at him. Three waved his military cap excitedly. Old Frank held a camcorder and aimed the camera at him. Behind them, Wang Le, Lu Xiao Bu, Zhang Huai An, Huang Ting Wei, Huang Quan and many other people were all smiling happily.
At that moment, he felt that all his sufferings were nothing. With these people's affirmation of him, everything he had done was not in vain. Just as Yang Ke-er was about to jump into his embrace, there was a sudden screech. Hundreds of black dots broke through the clouds, leaving ripples in the clouds as they smashed into the helicopters. Hundreds of fireballs roared in the sky, and the helicopters rained down like rain. More helicopters suddenly shot out from the clouds, and like tigers in a flock of sheep, they killed the remaining helicopters.
The sky was set ablaze, and countless fireballs exploded in the sky like fireworks. Smoke filled the clouds, and even more rockets descended, pouncing towards the surprised crowd below.
Rows of tanks exploded one after another, as screams and explosions rang out, as well as the muffled thuds of corpses falling to the ground. In an instant, the welcoming crowd welcomed hell. Just as Zhang Xiao Qiang was shouting for everyone to get down, countless beams of light rained down from the skies. In the next instant, the 23mm grenades brought about even more smoke and dust, as flesh and blood turned to dust. Just as he was about to reach out to grab Yang Ke 'er, the fuel-air bombs arrived.
Above everyone's heads, a huge circle of flames quickly spread out, and then suddenly shrank back. The people below were either ignited or suffocated by the air that was sucked dry. They scratched their necks and pulled out their tracheas, just to take one more breath of air that they usually didn't care about. Some people even took out a military knife and cut their tracheas.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know what happened. The huge explosion instantly tore the military uniform on his body apart, and then he was thrown to the side, crashing into the flying dust, gravel, broken weapons, and charred flesh and broken bones in the air. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Yang Ke-er's body on fire, kneeling on the ground and burning like a torch.
"Bang …"
Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up, causing the Simmons under him to shake repeatedly. When he got rid of the dazed state before he woke up with sweat all over his head, the underwear on his back was already wet with sweat. He just had a big dream, but the scene in the dream was so real that he suddenly couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or reality.
"The new era …"
Holding his cheeks with both hands and wiping away the sweat on his head with his hair, Zhang Xiaoqiang whispered in his heart. During the day, listening to Jiang Xiancheng's narration made him greatly relax his vigilance towards the new era. When he fell asleep, the danger in his subconscious made him construct the scene of hell in his dream. If he kept deceiving and comforting himself, maybe one day he would have the opportunity to come to his hot spring base, whether it was now or in the future.
With something in his heart, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't sleep anymore. He put on his clothes and walked out of the door. It was late at night outside. The bright stars, the bright full moon, and the silver-white moonlight outlined the quiet mountain village into a beautiful scene like a fairyland, making Zhang Xiaoqiang involuntarily spit out the gas in his lungs.
Standing under the moonlight, his heart gradually calmed down. He turned back to look at the door that he had come out from. There was still a dim oil lamp inside, and only the missile defense system at the top of the mountain was still operating. It was obvious that in order to conserve energy, all the energy had been used on the missile defense system.
After standing for a while, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the long bluestone on the side and sat down. The bluestone was under the shade of the tree, the lush canopy covered the moon and also covered Zhang Xiaoqiang. Sitting below, Zhang Xiaoqiang leaned against the tree, smoking a cigarette, thinking about his plan after returning to the hot spring base.