Chapter 93: Calling for Heavy Artillery Bombardment

More than ten kilometers away,

a simple eavesdropping device like a morning glory is camouflaged with branches and flowers, with the connection line extending thirteen meters into a hole.

This depth is enough to shield against Tier 1 infantry radar scanning; as long as they don't encounter Tier 2 infantry spiritual particle radar or Foundation Establishment cultivators, they basically won't be scouted from a long distance.

Two Seventh Middle School Body Refinement Realm students listen carefully to the eavesdropping device for a while and feel relieved.

"No sound of tank engines."

A short student has lingering fears: "I saw the way Zhou Liuchuan and the other died; there wasn't even a complete piece of meat left; they were blasted apart by anti-aircraft machine guns."

"The bastards of the First Middle School! They don't follow Immortal Sect morality!"

Another student curses.

Above the pit, Jiang Ding listens silently for a while, records this coordinate point, and leaves with a tap of his toes.

This is the third Seventh Middle School reconnaissance position he has discovered.

As for whether there are more, he doesn't know.

There should be, distributed across the vast battlefield, sniping the First Middle School's tank troops layer by layer until the camp completes the Tier 1 Electromagnetic Induction Array, forming a huge advantage within the radar search range.

High-grade special magic treasure reconnaissance camouflage, major accomplishment level Lesser Concealment Art, and the light-gong advantage brought by the major accomplishment level "Young Eagle Taking Flight Sword Art."

His figure shuttles silently between the jungles, not letting the grass sway in the slightest, and small animals with sensitive senses like birds are also completely unaware.

Suddenly, Jiang Ding's breathing pauses slightly, and he watches a tank roaring past a thousand meters away with his peripheral vision.

After a while, another one appears, and the sixth one appears in front of him. It is a standard Immortal Sect tank squad; their mission is to maneuver and provide shelling coordinates based on the reconnaissance positions.

Jiang Ding is a bit hesitant.

If he applies for shelling now, he should be able to achieve results, but it will expose that the Seventh Middle School's reconnaissance units are approaching, and their vigilance will increase, making reconnaissance more difficult.

Recording this coordinate, he taps his toes, leaves, and continues to scout and search deeper.

As he goes deeper for dozens of kilometers, approaching within forty kilometers of the Seventh Middle School camp, Jiang Ding discovers more Seventh Middle School Internal Qi Realm students. They no longer turtle on the ground but set up heavy machine guns and build thick defensive works. The remaining forty Dao soldier troops of the Seventh Middle School assist by casting spells on the side.

Jiang Ding frowns and records the coordinates of each work.

These are based on thick soil and stone layers, reinforced by casting Tier 1 earth-attribute spells, and inside are placed three to five heavy machine gunners. The threat is great; howitzers basically cannot pierce them, and armor-piercing shells must be used to penetrate them.

Circling a large circle, he scouts and searches the nearby area one by one and draws a detailed terrain map.

Boom! Boom, boom!

It is the roar of engines again. Jiang Ding is happy and looks into the distance. Indeed, thousands of meters away, he sees six tanks returning toward the Seventh Middle School camp at intervals of five hundred meters; they should be the troops returning from flank reconnaissance.

"It's time."

Jiang Ding makes up his mind.

Going deeper, he is afraid of encountering Li Tie. This dual-spirit root genius might have practiced the "Electromagnetic Induction Fluctuation Art" to the minor accomplishment level. Once he steps into the thirty-kilometer range, he is afraid of being blasted to death by howitzers fired from who knows where.

"Camp Command, this is the First Reconnaissance Platoon. The target is six Type 62 tanks, coordinates are as follows... constantly moving... applying for shelling!"

Fifty or sixty kilometers away.

Hua Bing's spirit lifts, and she is pleasantly surprised, shouting in the group: "Brothers and sisters, work is here! Everyone get on the tanks, note, it's everyone!"

"Jiang Ding, this kid, found the Seventh Middle School's tanks!"

"Awesome!"

"Reconnaissance infantry is forever the god!"

Gongsun Ling and the others are overjoyed. The tank guns of the forty-three tanks in various places are raised, adjusting positions according to the coordinates, predicting the trajectory of the target's advance.

This is exactly what they have been learning for a long time; they don't need Jiang Ding to remind them.

He only needs to inform them of the battlefield situation.

"Number 1 to 22, armor-piercing shells, coordinates..."

"Number 23 to 43, armor-piercing shells, coordinates..."

Gongsun Ling and Hua Bing each take over the shooting of one target, and Ding Qi assists in calculating the prediction.

"Ready!"

"Fire!"

Boom!

The muzzles of forty-three tank guns roar, flames are scorching, and dozens of sounds converge into one earth-shattering loud noise, without a second's difference, without the slightest noise.

Swish, swish, swish!

Dozens of armor-piercing shells break through the air, leaving white trails and disappearing from everyone's eyes.

Jiang Ding taps his toes lightly, following the Seventh Middle School tank platoon driving in the distance, watching silently.

The monitor of this tank squad is the monitor of Class 2, Grade 12 of the Seventh Middle School. At this time, he is chatting and complaining with his classmates in the team voice: "Li Tie is too cowardly, making us nest in the ditches. He doesn't care, no matter how he commands a battle, his actual combat score won't be low, but we are different. It's fine if the score is low, but besides digging holes, we won't learn anything."

"No way, he is the principal's grandson, a Qi Refining Level 8 dual-spirit root..."

The teammates also have grievances.

Suddenly, the radar alarm sounds urgently.

Dense white trails appear on the horizon.

"High-speed objects are approaching... it's shells!" The Class 2 monitor's expression changes drastically, and he roars: "Maneuver! Evasive maneuver, it's shells aimed at us!"

Six tanks begin irregular maneuvering, twisting in an S-shape; this is the standard way to deal with tank shells outside the interference zone.

It's just that what is aimed at him are more than twenty armor-piercing shells!

"Damn... you beasts!"

The Seventh Middle School Class 2 monitor curses loudly. Shells fall from the sky, and every time they hit the ground, they set off huge explosions, and deep pits appear in the mountain forest.

Dodging one after another, finally, quantitative change leads to qualitative change. One armor-piercing shell hits the mark, entering from the top cover, sending him and the vehicle to the west.

Another tank luckily dodges all the shells, terrified, pulls the throttle to the maximum, and uses all its strength to flee toward the camp.

Jiang Ding observes for a moment and continues to report in the combat group.

"Reporting shelling results, enemy target 1 destroyed, target 2 fled, coordinates changing, applying for continued shelling..."

Swish, swish, swish!

Waiting for a moment, dozens of white trails appear in the sky again, carrying the scream of death.

Boom, boom!

This time, neither tank is lucky again, and they are destroyed in a deep pit.

"Targets 2 and 3 successfully destroyed, coordinates changed, applying for continued shelling..."

The sound of death comes again.

"Damn it! Someone is reporting our position!" The Seventh Middle School Qi Refining students in the three tanks start cursing: "Kill him first, otherwise we will all die!"

Boom!

Rat-tat-tat!

Three tank guns roar, several howitzer shells blast randomly in all directions, overturning forests, and the anti-aircraft machine guns fire non-stop, snapping rows of large trees.

Jiang Ding hurriedly crawls on the ground, waiting for the armor-piercing shell group in the sky to finish bombing before daring to climb to the treetops to continue observing.

"Target 4 destroyed, target 5 fled, applying for continued shelling..."

After quickly reporting the coordinate changes, he flees toward the distance without looking back.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, more than ten howitzer shells flying from the Seventh Middle School camp and other places submerge this mountain forest within a radius of thousands of meters. ===== CHAPTER 94 =====