A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Dozens of kilometers away,

A simple bugging device that looks like a trumpet flower is simply disguised with branches and flowers, and the connecting cable goes deep into a hole thirteen meters deep.

This depth is enough to block the scanning of the first-level infantry radar. As long as it does not encounter the second-level infantry spirit radar or foundation-building monks, it will basically not be detected from a long distance.

The two No. 7 Middle School Body Refining Realm students listened carefully to the bug for a while and felt relieved.

There was no sound of tank engines.

A short classmate said with lingering fear: I saw the death scenes of Zhou Liuchuan and the others, and I couldn't even find a piece of intact flesh. They were blown up by anti-aircraft machine guns.

You bastard from No. 1 Middle School! You don't follow the moral principles of the Immortal Sect!

Another classmate cursed.

On the pothole, Jiang Ding listened silently for a while, recorded the coordinate point, and left on tiptoe.

This is the third No. 7 scouting position he has discovered.

As to whether there were more, he didn't know.

There should be some, distributed on a wide battlefield, sniping at the tank troops of No. 1 until the first-order electromagnetic induction array is completed in the camp, forming a huge advantage in the radar search range.

The top-grade special magic weapon detects the camouflage, the Dacheng-level small breath-condensing technique, and the light-gong advantage brought by the Dacheng Eagle Takes Off Sword Technique.

His figure silently shuttled between the jungles, without letting the flowers and plants sway in the slightest, and small animals with sensitive perceptions such as birds were also unaware of it.

Suddenly, Jiang Ding took a breath and watched with the corner of his eye as a tank roared past a thousand meters away.

After a while, another, third, and sixth vehicle appeared in front of them. They were a standard Xianmen tank squad. Their mission was to maneuver and provide coordinates for bombardment based on the reconnaissance position.

Jiang Ding was a little hesitant.

If you apply for shelling now, you should be able to get the result, which is to reveal that the No. 1 reconnaissance unit is approaching. After that, the vigilance will increase and the investigation will become more difficult.

After writing down the coordinates, he walked a little closer and left, continuing his in-depth investigation and search.

As he went tens of kilometers deeper and approached the 40-kilometer range of the No. 7 Middle School camp, Jiang Ding discovered more No. 7 Middle School inner-qi realm students. They no longer huddled on the ground, but set up crane guns and built heavy defenses. The remaining forty Taoist troops were casting spells to assist.

Jiang Ding frowned and recorded the coordinates of each fortification.

These are based on thick layers of earth and stone, reinforced with first-level earth attribute spells. Three to five heavy machine gunners are placed inside, which poses a great threat. Howitzers are basically unable to penetrate, and armor-piercing bullets are required to penetrate.

He made a large circle, scouted the nearby areas one by one, and drew detailed topographic maps.

boom! Boom boom!

There was the roar of the engine again. Jiang Ding was overjoyed. He looked into the distance and saw six tanks thousands of meters away returning to the direction of the No. 7 Middle School camp at a distance of 500 meters. They should be troops returning from flank reconnaissance.

That's it.

Jiang Ding made up his mind.

If he continues to go deeper, he is afraid of meeting Li Tie. This genius with dual spiritual roots may have mastered the Electromagnetic Induction Wave Technique to a small degree. As soon as he steps into the range of 30 kilometers, he is afraid of being bombed by a grenade coming from nowhere. die.

Batalion Headquarters, this is the first reconnaissance platoon. The target is six Type 62 tanks. The coordinates are as follows...it is constantly moving...apply for artillery attack!

It's fifty or sixty kilometers away from here.

Hua Bing was refreshed and overjoyed, and shouted in the group: Brothers and sisters, come to life! Get on the tank, pay attention, it's all!

Jiang Ding discovered the tank in No. 7 Middle School!

Awesome!

The eternal god of scout infantry!

Gongsun Ling and others were overjoyed. The forty-three tanks in various places raised their guns and adjusted their positions according to the coordinates to predict the trajectory of the target.

This is what they have studied for a long time, and there is no need for Jiang Ding to remind them.

He only needs to inform the battlefield situation.

No. 1 to No. 22, armor-piercing bombs, coordinates...

No. 23 to No. 43, armor-piercing bullets, coordinates...

Gongsun Ling and Huabing each took charge of shooting at a target, while Ding Qi assisted in calculation and prediction.

preparation!

shoot!

boom!

The muzzles of forty-three tanks roared, and the flames were scorching. Dozens of them converged into a loud bang, every second, without any noise.

Whoosh!

Dozens of armor-piercing bullets crashed through the air, leaving white marks and disappearing from everyone's eyes.

…

Jiang Ding stepped lightly and followed the No. 7 tank platoon that was driving in the distance, watching silently.

The squad leader of this tank class is the squad leader of Class 2, Grade 3, No. 7 Middle School. At this time, he was chatting with his classmates in the team and complained: Li Tie is too cowardly. He lets us sleep in the ditch. He doesn't care. No matter what, The actual score of commanding a battle will not be low, but we are different. Even if the score is low, we can't learn anything except digging holes.

There's nothing I can do. I'm the principal's grandson, and he has eight levels of Qi training and dual spiritual roots...

Teammates are equally angry.

Suddenly, the radar siren sounded rapidly.

Dense white marks appeared on the horizon.

There is a high-speed object approaching...it's a cannonball! The second squad leader's face suddenly changed and he yelled: Maneuver! Evasive maneuver, it's a cannonball aimed at us!

The six tanks began to maneuver erratically, with the S-type twisting and turning. This was a standard approach when dealing with tanks outside the shell interference area.

However, what was aimed at him were more than twenty armor-piercing bullets!

What the hell... you bastard!

The squad leader of the second class of No. 7 Middle School cursed loudly, and armor-piercing bullets fell from the sky. Every time they hit the ground, they set off huge explosions, and deep pits appeared in the mountains and forests.

He dodged one after another, and finally, quantitative changes led to qualitative changes. An armor-piercing bullet penetrated his soul and entered from the roof, sending him and his car to the west.

The other tank was lucky enough to escape all the shells. It was so frightened that it pulled the throttle to the maximum and used all its strength to escape towards the camp.

Jiang Ding observed for a moment and continued to report to the battle group.

Reporting the results of the shelling. The enemy's No. 1 target was destroyed, and the No. 2 target escaped. The coordinates are changing. Apply to continue the shelling...

Whoosh!

After waiting for a moment, dozens more white marks appeared in the sky, carrying the scream of death.

Boom boom!

This time, neither tank was lucky again, and they were destroyed in a deep pothole.

Targets No. 2 and 3 were successfully destroyed. The coordinates have changed. Please apply for continued bombardment...

The sound of death came again.

Cao Nima! Someone is reporting points to them! A Qi-training student from No. 7 Middle School on the three tanks yelled: Kill him first, or we will all die!

boom!

Da da da!

Three tank guns roared, and several grenades bombarded in all directions, overturning patches of woods. Gao Ping's dual-purpose machine guns fired nonstop, breaking rows of big trees.

Jiang Ding hurriedly crawled to the ground, waiting for the armor-piercing bombs in the sky to be bombarded before he dared to climb up the treetops and continue to observe.

Target No. 4 was destroyed, Target No. 5 escaped, and applied for continued shelling...

After quickly reporting the change of coordinates, he fled far away without looking back.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, more than ten grenades flying from the No. 7 Middle School camp and other places flooded the mountain forest for thousands of meters.