"Team A, follow me! B and C, flank them! Keep your eyes on your targets. Even if you only get one dive, drop your bombs before you die!"
"For The Alliance!"
"Charge!"
After shouting out the final orders, Mosquito unlocked squad-wide voice chat for the whole team, and the comm channel was instantly filled with the excited cries of the players.
"Charge!"
Fifty W-2 ground-attack planes banked sharply, the three teams splitting into three directions as they began diving toward the ground.
The 10mm cannons spat flames.
Those propeller planes flashing with muzzle fire were like gun lancers descending from the heavens, raining death from the sky.
Caught off guard by the rain of bullets, the raiders charging alongside the tanks scattered for cover, fleeing desperately toward the woods ahead.
At the same time, the tank commanders leading the fourth and fifth echelons forward roared in near-madness.
"Forward! Full speed ahead!"
"Whoever dares retreat—"
"I'll shoot him myself!"
It was the correct choice.
Against diving bombers, stopping or retreating was the stupidest option.
Only by charging downhill into the pine forest could they have any hope of survival.
The ten tanks rushing to the front had pushed their engines to the limit. The raiders who entered the woods first threw smoke grenades to cover the tanks behind them.
Smoke spread across the battlefield.
At the same time, the fifty quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft vehicles accompanying the tank force to the front also began spewing fire into the sky.
The machine guns on those anti-aircraft vehicles varied in caliber. Dillon had originally planned to equip all fifty trucks with linked 12mm heavy machine guns, but the Burning Corps' airborne operation had destroyed quite a few modification lines, leaving a large portion of the quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft guns fitted with puny 7mm pea shooters.
Even