The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse-Chapter 604 - 597: Russian Front Army

The sound of artillery fire signaled the charge.

Total assault!

"Some say we are a warrior nation..."

The commanding officer of the Russian Front Army, Alpaf, straightened his beret, cast his steel helmet to the ground, and then he drew his pistol.

As a former Signal Flag colonel, Alpaf held the highest rank, which is why he had been chosen as the commanding officer of the Russian Front Army.

Even though Alpaf had joined the Solar System for a monthly salary of sixty thousand US Dollars, now, he was not a senior employee of the Solar System Company; he was not a mercenary of the Solar System Company; he was not the person in charge of the Yemen Division of the Solar System Company; he was a commander of the Russian Front Army.

Even Alpaf couldn’t recognize all of his subordinates, for they had once belonged to different units, different forces.

But now, they all had just one identity; they were the Russian Front Army, and in the battle that would decide the fate of mankind, they would fight as Russians.

"Then let’s truly fight to the end!"

Alpaf turned, looked at the soldiers he led, and then he shouted, "I have nothing to say, fight on your own, cause as much chaos for the enemy as you can, try to live a little longer, gentlemen, it’s been a pleasure to know you."

Their combat attire differed, and their weapons varied slightly; even though it was the final battle, the ranks of the Russian Front Army were still not in perfect order.

Alpaf smiled at the people in front of him, nodded, and then he turned around and raised his pistol.

After taking a deep breath, Alpaf roared, "Ura!"

"Ura!"

"Ura."

"Ura!"

Alpaf lowered the pistol and began to run at the front.

"Ura..."

A group of Russian special forces, once the best and still the best, charged the enemy’s lines using tactics from World War I.

Of course, the Russian Front Army couldn’t just recklessly charge forward to their deaths; their purpose wasn’t as simple as showing their bravery and then dying. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Why would Ram use the most elite special forces as cannon fodder? Because special forces have stronger individual fighting capabilities than regular infantry.

Ram needed a breach that could be penetrated, not expecting room, just hoping for the slightest gap.

Everyone was the same, gambling with their lives for an extremely faint hope.

The greatest role of these special forces was to infiltrate Djibouti as much as possible, to wreak havoc on the enemy, forcing them to divert more troops to pursue, blockade, and eventually eliminate them.

The more the enemy’s attention was scattered, the greater Satan’s chances were; hence, Ram needed these special forces, who, even if just one remained, would still possess formidable destructive power, and that’s all.

Green Hat was wrapped head to toe in machine gun ammunition, accompanied by a machine gunner’s assistant whom he didn’t know before. As Green Hat was recently recovered from serious injuries, he hadn’t even had time to join the Solar System or familiarize himself with its people.

The assistant gunner was so titled because he had always been the assistant; however, his primary gunner had just been killed in action. As a result, he naturally became the assistant for Green Hat, who was a better fighter.

"Stick close to me!"

The enemy had taken a large city, so it was impossible for them to line the entire perimeter of Djibouti with troops.

The city’s defense was simple, especially during the apocalypse when nearly no one, no, when absolutely no one had the capability to pose a threat to Djibouti; thus, the Sanitation Worker who occupied Djibouti couldn’t possibly fortify it to be unbreakable.

The Sanitation Worker had no need to treat Djibouti like a World War II fortress city.

There were some fortifications in the suburbs, a few newly-built bunkers, but given the population shortage caused by the apocalypse and the scarcity of labor, there were few new bunkers, mainly temporary defenses made of sandbags and trenches.

The commander of the Russian Front Army discarded his steel helmet and donned the beret of the Signal Flag.

As for Green Hat, he hadn’t bothered with a steel helmet at all.

The formation of the Russian Front Army was still very concentrated, because they hadn’t reached the point where they needed to disperse.

Green Hat lay on the ground, directing his machine gun fire at an enemy position about a kilometer away to suppress the enemy’s machine gun fire before leaving the rest to others.

A fire support team halted, set up their carried anti-tank missile, fired, and the bunker a kilometer away exploded in response, then several rocket launchers fired in unison, engulfing the frontal machine gun positions in flames.

Fuel-Air Bombs weren’t very effective against open terrain positions; they couldn’t unleash their full potential, but it didn’t mean they couldn’t be used.

To conserve strength, they had to avoid being completely annihilated by the enemy quickly, so they needed a firm attitude but a flexible approach to combat.

It was okay to die generously, but one must try to survive as long as possible.

However, for a machine gunner, now was not the time to consider these things.

Green Hat had to take a favorable shooting position faster than others, enabling his comrades to enter the urban area and engage in street fighting with the enemy.

The capability for urban combat was precisely the advantage of these special forces.

After firing off a belt of ammunition, enemy infantry started to pour out in formation, by platoons and companies, rushing urgently from their quarters in the city district to the city’s edges to resist the assault of the Solar System.

The enemy was unprofessional, truly unprofessional.

Green Hat, who had some understanding of the Sanitation Workers, came to the conclusion that while the enemy was good at scheming and impressively able to raise such a large force in secret, they were inadequate in combat.

"Assault team! Come here, help me take down that building!"

With his wealth of experience, Green Hat chose a building he wanted to seize, taking it as a secure point for machine gun fire.

Green Hat mounted the machine gun on the corner of a wall and rapidly emptied an entire belt of ammo, not at all mindful of the rapid depletion of bullets or the barrel heating red.

"Change belt..."

The assistant gunner, who should have been ready with a new belt of ammo, did not keep up in time, prompting an angry shout from Green Hat, then out of the corner of his eye, he saw his assistant gunner.

Lying face down with a belt of ammo, a gaping hole in his head, right at Green Hat’s feet.

Green Hat didn’t shout again; he lowered the muzzle of the gun, opened the feed cover, inserted one end of the belt of ammo around his body into the feed, snapped it into place, then he trembled, shaking the belt free.

This series of actions was smooth and practiced; Green Hat was well-accustomed to it, as he was used to the assistant gunner dying beside him.

"Ah! Ah..."

Green Hat finished off an extended belt of ammo; after firing three hundred rounds, the barrel was red-hot, and he had used up the belt of ammo wrapped around him.

"Ura..."

The machine gun ceased roaring, and with a loud yell from Green Hat, his comrades hiding behind him jumped out one after another.

"Ura!"

From death to life, battle, is just like that.