Chapter 187
However, in the eyes of that silver-gray steel giant, which was highlighted and bolded in the universal communication system shared by the entire European Britannia, it looked as small as a child.
"Whispering sound."
Through the rear-view real-view detector, he could see the silver-gray mech hurtling towards him like a comet striking the moon, and Nonette couldn't help but shake his head bitterly.
She looked at Vera on the video screen.
"How did you do that? Such a heavyweight is surprisingly fast."
She expressed her genuine amazement and said that she wanted to build a big one when she got back.
"It's nothing more than a powerful brick flying."
Slowing down the flight speed and standing shoulder to shoulder with Nonette, Vera calmly sent the private jet data to her old friend from military academy.
Unable to hide his curiosity about Vera's so-called new mechs after the military reforms, Nonette immediately clicked on the link.
Excalibur
Model number: Von-03.
Full height: 12.67M.
Combat weight: 41.6T.
Firepower/Defense: Variable Ammunition Reactive Impact Cannon, High-Power Hadron Cannon, missile launch system, Blaze Luminous.
Equipped with: MVS Vibration Sword ×2.
Hydroxide Cluster Bomb.
FLOAT SYSTEM (Float System)
Six-engine jetpack.
After glancing at it for a few moments, Nonette said with emotion, "You had strong opinions about the Empire's strategy of miniaturizing mechs in the early years. Now that the various technical indicators have gradually matured, you finally couldn't wait to produce the big ones. It seems that the project is very successful. Congratulations."
Military reform, including changes in Knightmare's strategic positioning, involves many aspects, with physical size being the most obvious.
On this point, Nonette, as Vera's senior, is very qualified to speak.
During her time at the Military Academy, Vera vividly remembered Nimed's critique of the third-generation aircraft's canopy being made of iron. Moreover, influenced by Nimed's inexplicably powerful and domineering theories of being taller, bigger, faster, and thicker—meaning stronger—her personal aircraft was also on the larger side after she became Knights of the Round.
There's no going back.
Looking back now, a four-meter-tall mech was indeed too cramped.
"It's still a long way from leaving Champagne."
Vera shook her head.
"Come back and congratulate me when you see my entire Imperial Guard equipped with the new aircraft."
[Excalibur] is not strictly speaking a success.
Because the development philosophy focuses on improving the performance of the aircraft, it places extremely high demands on the physical fitness of the pilots and is very costly.
Despite wearing an anti-G suit and being secured in a specialized cockpit, she still felt the G-force impact of accelerating to supersonic speeds. She could withstand it; someone with poorer physical abilities might end up in the ICU after just one high-altitude, high-speed cruise.
It has the feel of a decisive weapon approach.
Although Vera herself did not have any intention of developing a decisive weapon, she simply wanted to develop a vehicle that suited her status and conduct relevant technical research and preparation so that other 'sisters' could replicate it in the future.
She prefers cheaper, more mass-produced products.
At the very least, it should be a high-end mass-produced machine.
After hearing Vera's account, Nonette smiled.
"So you just made all the Knightmare machines produced in European Britannia, with the specifications all over the place?"
Vera smiled gently.
"Just blend in with the world."
The Britannian Army's current humanoid combat armored cavalry force is mainly composed of the fifth-generation fighter jet [Sunderland], and has a large number of developed and improved versions.
The sixth-generation fighter jet, Gloucester, should more accurately be classified as a fifth-generation fighter jet, although many organizations still categorize it as a fifth-generation fighter jet.
Because compared to the significant performance leap from the fourth-generation Glasgow fighter to the fifth-generation Sunderland fighter, its overall performance improvement is not significant.
Primarily supplied to elite troops.
Of course, with the actions taken by European Britannia in recent years, under the overall leadership of Vera, the relevant equipment development departments and science and technology departments have achieved remarkable scientific and technological innovation results.
The military industry has made breakthroughs in numerical control, intelligence, electromechanical systems, Sakuragi engines, energy efficiency, and key technologies such as Materials Science, structural engineering, and bionics. The newly put into production sixth-generation fighter jet [Glaston Knights] already lives up to its name as a sixth-generation fighter jet.
Such as enlarged machine kits, equipped with more powerful power sources, stronger armor, more powerful weapons, and necessary electronic operating systems, etc...
In short, the design of mechs from the seventh generation onwards completely changed, while for the seventh generation and earlier Knightmare, it was patched up and improved for another three years.
After all, even a wealthy and powerful empire like the Holy Britannian Empire couldn't equip its entire army with seventh-generation fighter jets.
Specific problems require specific analysis.
Miniaturized mechs still have a need and application areas.
"And don't even think about changing the subject, you're definitely wearing that pink dress!"
Vera chuckled mischievously, "Well, I also need to tell Cornelia."
Nonette's eyes darted around slightly, and he quickly laughed it off.
Another ten minutes passed.
As Latvia approached the Lithuanian border, the sounds of explosions grew louder and clearer.
Vera and Nonette exchanged a glance across the screen.
"It's on."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bedivere Club swooped down.
Vera wasn't in a hurry. She used the "Excalibur" skill to float forward and gaze at the horizon. The holographic screen automatically adjusted the frame rate and zoomed in, revealing wispy clouds of explosion smoke rolling around, adding a dark gray border to the lush green fields.
Hundreds of EU coalition armored vehicles were speeding along, locked in a fierce battle with the Britannian Army that had advanced to the area.
The EU forces had also detected the arrival of Britannia reinforcements, and a barrage of anti-aircraft fire, mixed with missiles, suddenly took to the air.
Beep beep...
Vera couldn't help but smile, pulled the lever, activated IFF (Identification Friend or Foe) and aimed the Fire Control system.
Between the angular, overlapping shoulder armor, the dark muzzle of Hadron Cannon peeked out, aimed at the red outline indicating the enemy's position.
Then, Vera pressed the button on the lever.
Buzzing—
Two thick, straight, dark red beams of light instantly tore through the sky.
It fell from the sky and landed in the green field.
Phew, I was planning to start updating twice a day today, but I had to go to a banquet this afternoon.
182
Chapter 182 La Marseillaise VS Britannia Glory.
Buzz, buzz, buzz—
The vehicle's engine roared at its limit, and mud and grass flew around the tracks and wheels.
KMF mechs crush the broken boundary marker: 'Latvia -Lithuania'.
Amidst the flying gravel, an EU tank with numerous charred dents and melted craters on its armor abruptly pulled up to a stop in the corner of an abandoned building.
Not far away was the wreckage of a wheeled infantry fighting vehicle, shrouded in thick smoke after being hit.
There lay more than a dozen unrecognizable corpses of EU and Britannian Army soldiers all around.
Boom! A tandem armor-piercing round arrived as expected, but it missed due to the tank's sudden stop and exploded on the wall of the abandoned building, sending up plumes of smoke and dust.
The tanks reacted quickly, shattering the window of the abandoned building where the muzzle flashed with a single shot, while coaxial machine guns provided continuous suppressive fire, and mechanized infantry followed up in coordination.
Just as the tank engine roared again, preparing to advance, the battlefield reconnaissance radar equipment rotating on the top of the turret suddenly stopped with a 'bang'. The tank commander, seemingly sensing something, lifted the debris-covered top cover, carefully leaned out of the vehicle, raised his binoculars, and looked directly towards the northeast.
"Enemy planes are attacking!"
He pointed to the sky to remind his comrades while bending down to try to wipe the commander's sight, which was covered in filth. However, it was this momentary hesitation that cost him his life.
He was hit in the neck by an anti-materiel bullet fired through the slit.
The flesh was ripped open, and the head, along with the everted flesh, flew out at an angle, hitting the external sensor of the vehicle's lidar, bouncing back, leaving a glaring crimson stain.
"Britannia scum!"
EU soldiers retaliated, firing light and heavy machine guns indiscriminately in the general direction.
Da da da da da—
At this moment, a KMF mech appeared on the side of the tank that had lost its commander. In fact, it had two arms, but instead of just two arms, it had machine guns mounted directly under the modular elbow joints. Unlike Britannia, which insisted on mounting mechanical arms even with heavy firepower components, it fired a rain of 30mm rounds as flames spewed out.
The tanks followed suit and fired.
The explosion's flames and debris created several plumes of blood mist on the second floor of an abandoned house a hundred meters away from the diagonal road.
Then the tank was hit. An anti-tank missile flew a short distance with a whistling sound and pierced through the top, lifting the turret like a lid from a secondary explosion.
In the instant the KMF mech was disrupted by its self-destruction, a Britannian Army, the Sunderland, roared out, crashing through the crumbling walls of the abandoned building. In the brief moment of collision, a handheld recoilless rifle slammed into the KMF mech's face, followed by a series of devastating explosions amidst the dull thud of metal tearing apart.
The straight-line assault rifle fired a hail of bullets, sending the KMF mech and the EU soldier beneath it flying, splattering a cloud of blood mist.
The muffled groans and screams continued.
"Ciel!!"
A roar that rang out through the mecha's loudspeaker.
Thirty or forty meters away on the street, another KMF mech saw this scene and immediately turned its guns around. However, its enemy was not a garrison or security guard like those in District 11. The talking ruins suddenly spewed flames, instantly taking down several EU infantrymen who were fighting alongside the KMF mech and pushing them back.
Two Britannia armored grenadiers seized the opportunity to leap out from between the ruins.
One person pulled the safety pin on the slingshot-type magnetic anti-armor bomb, swung it twice, and then hurled it forcefully at the KMF mech's relatively weak lower leg structure. The slingshot became entangled, and the explosives were attracted to it. With a loud bang, the supporting joint was blown off, and the KMF mech crashed headfirst onto the ground.
Another person, holding a revolving grenade launcher, aimed at the cockpit of the fallen mech exposed to the firing line and fired three armor-piercing high-explosive grenades, tearing through the armor and ripping apart the pilot inside.
"All Hail Britannia!"
Then, the Britannian Army at the position launched a local counterattack, forcing the attacking EU troops to retreat a distance to find cover after leaving behind seven or eight corpses.
"Long live Free Europa!"
Then new armored vehicles and KMF mechs advanced and launched an attack, reversing the roles once again. The Britannian Army was pushed back and its lines retreated.
All of this happened within a minute of the tank commander being sniped.
Like many battlefields in the Baltic Sea, this was originally just an inconspicuous border town.
With forests and water, a small population, and a peaceful atmosphere, but now—
The town and the vast fields, forests, and even rivers and lakes outside it were scattered with destroyed EU armored vehicles, their wreckage burning. To the east, there was also a large number of destroyed Britannian Army vehicles, some of which had just been shot down from mid-air. The two sides were intertwined here, and from a bird's-eye view, they looked like black dots emitting thick smoke on the green field.
It continues to increase, accumulate, and expand.
The situation is localized: attacking from the west and defending from the east.
The EU coalition counterattack group was located deep behind a large land-based command ship.
"General Foch, the Estonian and Latvia fronts are finished! The fact that the Britannian Army vanguard could advance into Lithuanian territory in just three days speaks volumes."
"According to the accounts of the retreating soldiers, at the very beginning of the enemy's Northern Army Group's large-scale offensive, their communications with the division and regimental command were severely disrupted, and the army headquarters, ammunition depots, fuel depots, and field bases were attacked. This was a targeted decapitation strike and a blitzkrieg!"
"General, our army is still unclear about the strength and weaknesses of the enemy forces we face. Since the counter-offensive has been detected by the Britannian Army's follow-up echelons, we should act decisively and retreat. Rebuilding and reinforcing the Lithuanian defenses is the top priority. To launch a forced attack without surprise is tantamount to suicide..."
Just as the staff officers were explaining the pros and cons to the military commander, a loud shout interrupted their conservative advice.
"Madness!!"