The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse-Chapter 603 - 596: Forward, Uranus!

Atypical war under atypical circumstances—the anti-air units were positioned right by the enemy’s airport, and the armored units advanced to the enemy’s doorstep.

Then, they began their fierce assault.

There were no infantrymen, only mechanized infantry, who mounted their assault with armored vehicles, ready to disperse and engage in coordinated infantry-tank warfare when necessary.

The traces of the Uranus Troops had long been discovered by the enemy. How could such a large-scale movement of armored forces escape the eyes of the Sanitation Worker?

But Li Pengfei simply did not care.

If this had been a secret mission, it could already be declared a failure.

If the Uranus Troops were tasked with a leading assault, that too could be declared a failure.

But if the Uranus Troops’ mission was a leading assault intended to be sacrificial, then it was different.

The Uranus Troops were bait, the ace unit that used its strong offensive ability to force the Sanitation Worker to expend considerable effort to deal with them. As a result, the Uranus Troops would fail and be annihilated, but they would complete their mission.

So Li Pengfei never even considered a secret march; he wanted to make a grand appearance, to advance brazenly to the enemy’s doorstep and launch the attack until the entire force was wiped out.

Being the bait demanded the resolve to be bait. One shouldn’t hope to attract all the enemy’s attention and then escape without a scratch. Where in this world would one find such good fortune?

Li Pengfei had been the commander of the Uranus Troops for a long time, but he had never led a tank or armored unit, because he was an amateur—he came from a reconnaissance background. He, of course, wouldn’t direct tank or armored units, so he always left the command to the tank and armored unit commanders—the rest was not his concern.

But this time, it was different.

A middle-aged man wearing a tanker’s uniform, who had half his body sticking out of the tank, waved towards Li Pengfei, "Old Li, Old Li, give the order, tell us how to fight this time."

Li Pengfei pointed to his own nose and shouted, "Me?"

"Giving you a chance to have your fun. Are you up for it?"

Li Pengfei said with a surprised face, "Really? Letting me do it?"

"Nonsense! This might be the only chance left. Are you coming or not?"

"Yes! I’m coming, coming!"

Li Pengfei immediately ran over, climbed onto the tank, took the headset on top of the tank, and then curiously asked, "Where am I? Can you squeeze me in there?"

"What do you need to come in for? Just stay outside. It’s cooler out here, and the view is better."

Li Pengfei, holding the radio on the tank, took a deep breath. Then he pressed the talk button with utmost seriousness and said, "This is Li Pengfei, I now command..."

Li Pengfei released the talk button and looked towards his old mate.

"What are you waiting for? Go on," they urged.

Li Pengfei whispered, "I don’t know what to say. Give me a moment to think. Ah, I’ve got it!"

He pressed the talk button again, then raised his voice and shouted loudly, "Advance, Uranus!"

The commander of the tank and armored unit slapped the tank’s top vigorously with his hand, and then he yelled into the compartment, "Advance! Advance!"

Why did they let Li Pengfei command?

Because the Uranus Troops only cared about moving forward, no tactical maneuvers, no tank crew coordination, none of those complex tactics were necessary; they just had to keep advancing.

Li Pengfei sat atop the tank turret, one hand holding the barrel, the other gripping the communicator inside this command tank; as his body swayed, the tank began to move forward.

Li Pengfei suddenly started to cry.

This was his first time commanding his own tank brigade, and it was the last, because no matter the outcome of this battle, the Uranus Troops would become a term in history.

Li Pengfei abruptly pressed the button on the communicator again and then shouted loudly, "Comrades! We will be the last large-scale tank brigade in the world to launch an assault; believe me, if humanity survives, our names will be recorded in history books. The Uranus Troops, the very last organized and large-scale attack force in human history!"

"Old Li, are you joking? How can we be the last tank brigade to launch an organized assault? You’re just fooling us."

Li Pengfei shook his head and shouted loudly, "No! It’s true, because after today’s battle, warfare will enter a new Chapter. There will no longer be tank brigades, never again..."

"What exactly do you mean, Old Li? Explain it to me clearly, what do you mean?"

Li Pengfei looked toward his old comrade-in-arms, smiling as he said, "We’re researching new equipment, entirely new. Old Hu, after this battle, if we lose, humanity is finished. If we win, we will also switch to new equipment. Tanks are going to be phased out, and our historical mission will end. So thank you, thank you for letting me command humanity’s last great tank battle."

"I... fuck! Give me the communicator, give it back to me..."

Li Pengfei laughed madly, his laughter bordering on hysteria. Then, clutching the communicator, he bellowed, "Advance! Uranus! Advance! Uranus! Advance! Uranus! Advance! Forward!"

This was the final order, and Li Pengfei was chosen to command because the fight was just that simple.

All that mattered was to charge ahead, regardless of the rest.

Li Pengfei stood up on the tank; he grabbed his walkie-talkie, then roared, "Play the ’March of the Steel Torrent’! Keep it playing until we break through Djibouti!"

A truck, equipped with loudspeakers, was playing the ’March of the Steel Torrent’. The sound was very loud, extremely loud.

No need for ’Ride of the Valkyries’, just play the ’March of the Steel Torrent’, because Uranus is Shenzhou People’s Troop.

The sound of music arose from every corner of the tank brigade, arrayed in a wedge formation, because Li Pengfei had prepared more than one vehicle.

With a boom, the first cannon fired.

It wasn’t a tank cannon but enemy artillery trying to intercept.

Useless, all useless; no matter what the enemy used, it was futile. Uranus would fight with the utmost resolve until the last tank, the last man.

If they must fall, they would do so with might.

Li Pengfei didn’t enter the tank or an armored vehicle; he just stood atop the tank, charging forward because he had already given his commands; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been his turn to lead.

So whether Li Pengfei died now, later, or not at all, it didn’t matter anymore; it was all the same, for the orders had been given.

Li Pengfei laughed heartily, his left hand steadying the machine gun on the roof, his right hand tossing aside the communicator; then he stretched out his arm forward and bellowed, "Charge!"

There’s a very simple principle, but one that few could follow: if one were to lead a suicide charge, then the commander must be at the very front.

The barrage of fire blazed up, the command vehicle leading the way, and Uranus charged relentlessly through the smoke and the hail of bullets.

Only, there was no longer a Li Pengfei on top of the tank.