I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Chapter 1472: Battling on Two Fronts

The second target was Nouveau York.

It was not only because this was the economic center of the UA, but also because the city was the embodiment of the country’s belief. Whether it was because of the financial avenue that controlled the lifeline of the world economy, or because of the woman that stood on the coast holding its torch high.

If the torch was taken away, it would be equivalent to taking away what represented the UA.

Just as the Seventh and Eighth Orbital Airborne Brigades and the Ninth Power Armor Brigade were advancing towards the Rainbow House and the country’s top military command through two directions, the traffic was completely paralyzed in Nouveau York, a city three hundred kilometers away from Capital.

In this information age, no news could be truly concealed.

From the moment when Celestial Trade’s power armors appeared over Capital, the citizens of Nouveau York had learned about the Seagull-class starship above their head and Celestial Trade’s invasion.

All states in the UA had entered a state of emergency, and Nouveau York was no exception. First, the National Guard was mobilized to the forefront of the war, and then the city police had dispatched its entire force and blocked the main road from the military base to the city center to make way for the armored forces.

However, they were only halfway through this task.

On Long Island Beach, there were still some tourists and travelers scattered around that could be seen.

Along the sea horizon not far away, the bow of the Ford aircraft carrier split the waves and slowly emerged in front of people.

An anti-submarine frigate, a guided-missile destroyer, and two supply ships closely followed the Ford. Judging from the flag waving on the masts and the planes on its deck, the fleet had clearly changed hands.

A British beauty leaned on the beach chair in a bikini, took off her sunglasses, and squinted her eyes to examine the tumbling waves at the horizon.

“Timmy, what is that? Why do I see so many people running?”

Just the day before yesterday, Lisa and her boyfriend Timmy came here from the UK for a vacation, and they didn’t really know what was happening internationally. At this moment, for some odd reason, there were fewer and fewer people on the beach, but typically, it would be packed now.

“I don’t know, maybe the weather forecast says the weather will turn worse?” The man in swimming trunks squinted his eyes and looked above him. He grinned. “What is that? An airplane?”

It was not an airplane.

It was a missile.

As soon as the Ford approached the edge of Nouveau York’s radar, twenty anti-ship missiles along with their trail of smoke were launched from shore defense facilities, galloping toward the Ford. The helicopters guarding both sides of the fleet sprinkled tin foils and flare that led most of the missiles away. The remaining missiles that escaped were shot down by the guided-missile destroyer and anti-ballistic missiles on Wings of Freedom.

“What do you want to do?” Inside the bridge, Major Admiral Hogg looked nervously at the man in power armor standing next to him, then he said with a trembling voice, “That was just a warning. You can’t get close to the coast of Long Island. The anti-ship missiles will tear you apart in the offshore waters!”

“What do we want to do?” Luo Zheng smiled coldly, “Aren’t you asking us to return this ship? Am I not sending it back?”

Major Admiral Hogg’s eyes widened; he didn’t know what the man meant by this.

Luo Zheng didn’t explain. He took out the pistol from his waist and directly pressed it on the head of the Yankee piloting the ship; the man started to shiver and almost peed his pants.

With a cruel sneer, Luo Zheng tapped the barrel of the pistol against the back of that man’s head, ignored Major Admiral Hogg’s angry stare, he ordered the man, “Full throttle. If you dare to slow down, I’LL SHOOT!”

The ship was sailing towards the coastline at full speed.

The action of the Ford completely surprised the coast guard.

Just as the special force arrived at Long Island Beach and rushed to evacuate tourists, a string of white foam suddenly appeared on the sea two nautical miles in front of the Ford.

Without the slightest warning, armored vehicles painted with urban camouflage suddenly showed their fearsome turrets and armors from below sea level. They drove through the waves on the coast and accelerated toward the beach.

“AHHHHH!”

The tourists on the beach screamed.

The beauties in bikinis could no longer care about their image as they moved their dazzling thighs and shook the fullness in front of their chests in a desperate attempt to get onto the road. The special force and the coastal guard had established a line of defense, but against the “Crocodile” amphibious assault vehicle that had begun to land, this line of defense was like paper, and it was directly penetrated by the armored force.

Dadadada!

The heavy machine gun on the turret spat out tongues of fire, and the large bullets pinned the special force behind cover. The soldiers sitting behind the “Crocodile” unlocked the hook that was connected to the kinetic skeleton and jumped out of the vehicle with their rifles. They continued to advance forward to the road under the cover of the turrets while they maintained firing position.

On the road not far away, the UA Army’s M1A2 main battle tanks had been deployed with the assistance of Chinook helicopters. The engineers of the National Guard had built temporary covers near the highway. They were preparing to concentrate their forces and launch a Hail Mary against the landed Celestial Trade.

In the rain of bullets, the armored units of the two sides began to engage in close combat.

Anti-tank rockets dragged their long and thick tail flame and were fired from the tubes on both sides of the turret on the “Crocodile” armored vehicle.

After it was hit by depleted uranium ammunition, a “Crocodile” amphibious assault vehicle in the center of the position had its front armor blasted off. However, momentarily after, an M1A2 main battle tank was turned into a ball of flame by the Python-2 vehicle-mounted anti-tank rocket.

Long Island Beach was in the midst of a full-scale battle. In order to keep the invaders on the beach, the UA military had almost placed half of the National Guards and the First Cavalry Division stationed nearby.

Anti-ship missiles were suppressed by Wings of Freedoms’ airstrikes. All aircraft on the Ford’s deck had taken off. Even the F-35s and F-16s in the hangar were pushed into the midst of the conflict, piloted by “Matador” to participate in ground attack.

On the sea level not far away, the anti-submarine frigate and destroyer stopped.

The Ford and the two supply ships sailing at full speed to Long Island suddenly turned a corner and moved forward at full speed to Upper Bay. When the commander of the UA First Cavalry Division saw this scene on the radar, his face suddenly turned green; he snatched the radio and roared into it.

“STOP THEM AT ALL COSTS! STOP THEM FROM GETTING TO UPPER BAY!”

In the middle of Upper Bay, at the junction of Nouveau Jersey and Nouveau York, was the Statue of Freedom that symbolized the country’s dream.

And behind the Statue of Freedom was the most well-known island.

From Broadway Road to the East River, a street that was only one-third of a mile in length was the heart of the entire finance industry...