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Chapter 41
chapter 0035 part 1
Chapter 35: Recruiting Blood Shadow
The Soviet-made 2S4 240mm Mortar is the largest caliber mortar of the modern era.
Its barrel length is 3340 millimeters, 22.25 calibers.
It can fire conventionally charged mortar shells such as the 53-F-864 High-Explosive Fragmentation Mortar Shell, 3F2 Rocket-Assisted High-Explosive Fragmentation Mortar Shell, 3VO11 Mine-Laying Shell, and the "Brave" Type-M Guided Mortar Shell.
It can also fire the 3VB4 Nuclear Mortar Shell and the 3VB11 Rocket-Assisted Nuclear Mortar Shell, with an Explosive Yield of up to 2000 Ton TNT.
When firing extended-range nuclear shells, the maximum range can reach 20 kilometers. The mortar's excellent indirect fire capability has considerable lethality against enemies on reverse slopes.
It uses a magazine feeding system (each magazine holds 20 rounds) and is equipped with a simple loading machine, but due to the heavy weight of the shells, the Rate of Fire is only one round per minute, and preparation for firing takes 10 minutes. When firing ordinary high-explosive shells, the maximum range is 9.65 kilometers.
This Heavy Artillery, equipped to a certain Soviet Army Division during the Cold War Period, roared for the first time on the Federal Mainland in a way no one expected.
Due to transportation reasons, this giant cannon that Tang Song had shipped from the Russian Far East Region was a stripped-down version, only the barrel part, without the matching tracked Battle Vehicle.
As for the Tactical Nuclear Shells, they had been transferred away by an order from an unknown Important Figure in the Soviet Army Logistics Department back during the Cold War Period.
This largest mortar in history is currently using Conventionally Charged Mortar Shells loaded with 130 kilograms of High Explosives.
Although called conventional shells, one shell can easily destroy a five-story concrete building.
In half an hour, under the operation of twelve Russian Artillerymen, two Tulip Heavy Mortars fired six Artillery Shells.
The ground roared, and the entire Beach seemed to have been plowed by a wild bull.
Smoke and dust rose everywhere, forming a small mushroom cloud in the distance.
Waves rolled on the sea. At a Naval Outpost six nautical miles away, several Federal Navy personnel, hearing the booming Artillery fire nearby, hid in the Bunker at the Outpost and frantically dialed satellite phones, reporting and inquiring about the situation.
They hadn't received any notification of Exercises nearby recently.
God, although they were Federal Navy, at this Outpost, they usually only dealt with smugglers.
Now, with the roar of this Heavy Artillery, could it be that they were under attack?
Leaving aside the panicked movements of the Navy.
On the shaking Rooftop, the Young Cleric held a phone in one hand and covered his mouth with the other, explaining softly to the person on the other end of the line.
Judging from his Bitter Gourd Face and constant apologizing posture, the explanation work was clearly not easy.
Under three rounds of bombardment from the Heavy Artillery, the Soil Layer near the Lighthouse was completely blown open.
Bunkers, Vampires, the two were now completely combined, shattered into pieces. In the pulverized concrete, broken and mangled flesh and blood were everywhere.
It was clear that under Human Heavy Artillery, even Vampires with tenacious vitality were no different from weeds under explosions of this intensity.
Tang Song had once heard a saying: as long as it's a carbon-based lifeform, no flesh and blood creature can withstand artillery bombardment.
If there is one, it only means that the Artillery's caliber is not large enough, and its power is not strong enough.
If one shot isn't enough, then fire another! West, standing beside Tang Song, watched the scene before him, and the corner of his eye couldn't help but twitch.
The destructive power of this Heavy Artillery gave the Vice Chief Judge of the Inquisition an impulse to get a few of these giant cannons, go to Europe, and bombard some Ancient Castles.
To see how many shells those old undead Vampires could withstand head-on.
………
Tang Song stood beside the five or six-meter Deep Pit. Dust billowed up, and he could barely see the shattered concrete, broken rebar, and Bunker Structure below.
This air raid shelter and coastal defense fortress was built by the Federation against the Soviet Union during the Cold War Period.
It was originally built by the Federal Government for the worst-case scenario during the Cold War, a defensive position constructed to guard against a surprise attack on the Federal Mainland by the Former Soviet Union.
It was easily torn open by Soviet-made Heavy Artillery.
Although partly due to the fortifications being abandoned and in disrepair for many years, it also showed the simple, massive sturdiness of these big guys from the Former Soviet Union.
"Boss! I'll take people down!"
Frank, with dozens of Gunmen, stood around the Deep Pit, volunteering.
Tang Song waved his hand, signaling Frank to calm down.
"Isn't there a Gas Station nearby? Go get some gasoline!"
Tang Song's Divine Sense swept over the Underground Base, and sure enough, there were still quite a few little mice hiding inside.
Tang Song felt he had some methods for dealing with mice.
"Damn Humans! They actually used Artillery against us!"
Lucien, with a few Werewolves, hid at the Corner of a Tunnel, holding various weapons like submachine guns and shotguns, waiting for the enemy to come down.
He didn't want to risk his life for Deacon Frost, but now the Secret Passages in and out of the Bunker were blocked. Lucien could only fight desperately, hoping to perhaps take some humans hostage and break out of the Encirclement.
"What's that smell!"
After waiting for a long time, Lucien didn't see any signs of humans coming down. Instead, he smelled a strong odor of gasoline.
The sound of rushing water reached Lucien's ears, and his expression changed drastically.
"Hurry and go!"
Lucien roared, instantly transforming into his Werewolf state and darting towards the depths of the Tunnel.
………
At one end of the Federal Interstate Highway, over a dozen Police cars and a large number of Police Officers were dispatched late at night to completely seal off the Passage leading to the Abandoned Small Pier.
The Caution Tape blocked several well-informed news vans, as well as gossip enthusiasts from the surrounding area who heard the commotion and came to watch the excitement.
"Police Chief, we are Reporters from the New York Daily News. What exactly happened inside? We have the right to interview. You cannot interfere with the public's right to freedom of the press! They have the right to know!"
Beside the Caution Tape, a female Reporter in a beige professional suit, showing deep cleavage, argued forcefully with the Police Chief blocking her way.
Looking at the Police Chief blocking her, the woman skillfully invoked the public's right to know.
The portly Police Chief, sticking out his noticeably larger beer belly, spread his arms wide, blocking the blonde woman.
"Ma'am, it's very dangerous inside. We've received orders not to let anyone in, not even Reporters!"
The Police Chief was righteously carrying out the orders from above. If his eyes weren't constantly fixed on the woman's cleavage, he would truly be a model of impartial law enforcement for the New York Police Department (NYPD).
"Police Chief, just give us a little hint. What exactly happened inside?"
After being blocked several times, the blonde woman became clever. She directly reached out and hugged the Police Chief's arm, shaking it and pleading.
Feeling the soft touch on his arm, the Police Chief couldn't help but swallow. Looking at the camera flashing red light not far away, the Police Chief struggled to pull his arm away.
"I'm very sorry, ma'am, you'd best leave here as soon as possible!"
"Hmph, fuck you!" the blonde woman muttered softly, turned around, signaled to the cameraman beside her, and started walking towards the nearby news van.
Beep beep!
Just then, two large headlights illuminated the Interstate Highway. Many onlookers, Reporters, and Police Officers shielded their eyes with their hands, blocking the blinding glare.
Two tanker trucks honked their horns, slowed down not far from the blockade, and slowly came to a stop.
Chapter 35: Recruiting Blood Shadow
The Soviet-made 2S4 240mm Mortar is the largest caliber mortar of the modern era.
Its barrel length is 3340 millimeters, 22.25 calibers.
It can fire conventionally charged mortar shells such as the 53-F-864 High-Explosive Fragmentation Mortar Shell, 3F2 Rocket-Assisted High-Explosive Fragmentation Mortar Shell, 3VO11 Mine-Laying Shell, and the "Brave" Type-M Guided Mortar Shell.
It can also fire the 3VB4 Nuclear Mortar Shell and the 3VB11 Rocket-Assisted Nuclear Mortar Shell, with an Explosive Yield of up to 2000 Ton TNT.
When firing extended-range nuclear shells, the maximum range can reach 20 kilometers. The mortar's excellent indirect fire capability has considerable lethality against enemies on reverse slopes.
It uses a magazine feeding system (each magazine holds 20 rounds) and is equipped with a simple loading machine, but due to the heavy weight of the shells, the Rate of Fire is only one round per minute, and preparation for firing takes 10 minutes. When firing ordinary high-explosive shells, the maximum range is 9.65 kilometers.
This Heavy Artillery, equipped to a certain Soviet Army Division during the Cold War Period, roared for the first time on the Federal Mainland in a way no one expected.
Due to transportation reasons, this giant cannon that Tang Song had shipped from the Russian Far East Region was a stripped-down version, only the barrel part, without the matching tracked Battle Vehicle.
As for the Tactical Nuclear Shells, they had been transferred away by an order from an unknown Important Figure in the Soviet Army Logistics Department back during the Cold War Period.
This largest mortar in history is currently using Conventionally Charged Mortar Shells loaded with 130 kilograms of High Explosives.
Although called conventional shells, one shell can easily destroy a five-story concrete building.
In half an hour, under the operation of twelve Russian Artillerymen, two Tulip Heavy Mortars fired six Artillery Shells.
The ground roared, and the entire Beach seemed to have been plowed by a wild bull.
Smoke and dust rose everywhere, forming a small mushroom cloud in the distance.
Waves rolled on the sea. At a Naval Outpost six nautical miles away, several Federal Navy personnel, hearing the booming Artillery fire nearby, hid in the Bunker at the Outpost and frantically dialed satellite phones, reporting and inquiring about the situation.
They hadn't received any notification of Exercises nearby recently.
God, although they were Federal Navy, at this Outpost, they usually only dealt with smugglers.
Now, with the roar of this Heavy Artillery, could it be that they were under attack?
Leaving aside the panicked movements of the Navy.
On the shaking Rooftop, the Young Cleric held a phone in one hand and covered his mouth with the other, explaining softly to the person on the other end of the line.
Judging from his Bitter Gourd Face and constant apologizing posture, the explanation work was clearly not easy.
Under three rounds of bombardment from the Heavy Artillery, the Soil Layer near the Lighthouse was completely blown open.
Bunkers, Vampires, the two were now completely combined, shattered into pieces. In the pulverized concrete, broken and mangled flesh and blood were everywhere.
It was clear that under Human Heavy Artillery, even Vampires with tenacious vitality were no different from weeds under explosions of this intensity.
Tang Song had once heard a saying: as long as it's a carbon-based lifeform, no flesh and blood creature can withstand artillery bombardment.
If there is one, it only means that the Artillery's caliber is not large enough, and its power is not strong enough.
If one shot isn't enough, then fire another! West, standing beside Tang Song, watched the scene before him, and the corner of his eye couldn't help but twitch.
The destructive power of this Heavy Artillery gave the Vice Chief Judge of the Inquisition an impulse to get a few of these giant cannons, go to Europe, and bombard some Ancient Castles.
To see how many shells those old undead Vampires could withstand head-on.
………
Tang Song stood beside the five or six-meter Deep Pit. Dust billowed up, and he could barely see the shattered concrete, broken rebar, and Bunker Structure below.
This air raid shelter and coastal defense fortress was built by the Federation against the Soviet Union during the Cold War Period.
It was originally built by the Federal Government for the worst-case scenario during the Cold War, a defensive position constructed to guard against a surprise attack on the Federal Mainland by the Former Soviet Union.
It was easily torn open by Soviet-made Heavy Artillery.
Although partly due to the fortifications being abandoned and in disrepair for many years, it also showed the simple, massive sturdiness of these big guys from the Former Soviet Union.
"Boss! I'll take people down!"
Frank, with dozens of Gunmen, stood around the Deep Pit, volunteering.
Tang Song waved his hand, signaling Frank to calm down.
"Isn't there a Gas Station nearby? Go get some gasoline!"
Tang Song's Divine Sense swept over the Underground Base, and sure enough, there were still quite a few little mice hiding inside.
Tang Song felt he had some methods for dealing with mice.
"Damn Humans! They actually used Artillery against us!"
Lucien, with a few Werewolves, hid at the Corner of a Tunnel, holding various weapons like submachine guns and shotguns, waiting for the enemy to come down.
He didn't want to risk his life for Deacon Frost, but now the Secret Passages in and out of the Bunker were blocked. Lucien could only fight desperately, hoping to perhaps take some humans hostage and break out of the Encirclement.
"What's that smell!"
After waiting for a long time, Lucien didn't see any signs of humans coming down. Instead, he smelled a strong odor of gasoline.
The sound of rushing water reached Lucien's ears, and his expression changed drastically.
"Hurry and go!"
Lucien roared, instantly transforming into his Werewolf state and darting towards the depths of the Tunnel.
………
At one end of the Federal Interstate Highway, over a dozen Police cars and a large number of Police Officers were dispatched late at night to completely seal off the Passage leading to the Abandoned Small Pier.
The Caution Tape blocked several well-informed news vans, as well as gossip enthusiasts from the surrounding area who heard the commotion and came to watch the excitement.
"Police Chief, we are Reporters from the New York Daily News. What exactly happened inside? We have the right to interview. You cannot interfere with the public's right to freedom of the press! They have the right to know!"
Beside the Caution Tape, a female Reporter in a beige professional suit, showing deep cleavage, argued forcefully with the Police Chief blocking her way.
Looking at the Police Chief blocking her, the woman skillfully invoked the public's right to know.
The portly Police Chief, sticking out his noticeably larger beer belly, spread his arms wide, blocking the blonde woman.
"Ma'am, it's very dangerous inside. We've received orders not to let anyone in, not even Reporters!"
The Police Chief was righteously carrying out the orders from above. If his eyes weren't constantly fixed on the woman's cleavage, he would truly be a model of impartial law enforcement for the New York Police Department (NYPD).
"Police Chief, just give us a little hint. What exactly happened inside?"
After being blocked several times, the blonde woman became clever. She directly reached out and hugged the Police Chief's arm, shaking it and pleading.
Feeling the soft touch on his arm, the Police Chief couldn't help but swallow. Looking at the camera flashing red light not far away, the Police Chief struggled to pull his arm away.
"I'm very sorry, ma'am, you'd best leave here as soon as possible!"
"Hmph, fuck you!" the blonde woman muttered softly, turned around, signaled to the cameraman beside her, and started walking towards the nearby news van.
Beep beep!
Just then, two large headlights illuminated the Interstate Highway. Many onlookers, Reporters, and Police Officers shielded their eyes with their hands, blocking the blinding glare.
Two tanker trucks honked their horns, slowed down not far from the blockade, and slowly came to a stop.
