Looking at the crater in front of him and an empty ammunition box next to the crater, the young officer raised his head and looked at the officer beside him: "Some things involve secrets, and I can't tell a commander of your level.
But I can tell you very seriously that it makes sense to stick here, because we already have a super weapon that can turn the tide of the war."
It is true that things about Taiyi cannot be easily announced to every soldier fighting on the front line, but such rumors can still be talked about casually.
In short, it is a good thing to give some hope to the frontline troops, so Taiyi, who kept it secret, began to become the hope of many soldiers.
Sure enough, the frontline commander nodded and said: "I have also heard this rumor, but... is it really that effective? I have actually fought face to face with these damn watchers, so I don't think so.
, something that could really weaken these damn bastards."
The young officer came from the headquarters and had a slightly higher military rank. He smiled and comforted: "Don't be discouraged! I have said it all, and I tell you seriously that our super weapon has been designed and built!"
The officer on the front line continued to nod and said with emotion: "This is really great, maybe... it's the only good news I've heard in the past few days."
Having said this, the various damn reports he had heard in the past few days really came to his mind.
In front of his eyes, he seemed to see a young face with a bandage on his head, standing in front of him and shouting loudly: "Sir! No. 4 Highland has been breached! The 2nd Battalion is finished! The 2nd Battalion has lost contact! Reinforcements
Woolen cloth?"
"Hilsey is injured! His arm can't be saved!" Such a cry came to his ears. There seemed to be a young medical soldier in front of him, pressing the broken arm of a wounded man with both hands.
In an instant, he saw another veteran wandering back and forth in the trench, lowering his head and muttering. His muttering was even so clear: "Damn it! Who saw my finger? Where are my fingers?"
?Pay attention! My finger was stepped on! Damn it!"
"Thud, tug, tug!" Then he saw a scene in the bunker where a machine gun shooter was pulling the trigger and the machine gun kept roaring: "Ammunition! We have no ammunition! Sir! Where are the reinforcements? The machine gun has no ammunition.
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Then, he saw a black energy ball flying in from the perforation of the machine gun bunker and exploding in front of the machine gun shooter.
There were flames flying everywhere. He struggled to get up and saw the destroyed electromagnetic machine gun and the bodies scattered beside it.
He rushed over and picked up the upper body of the shooter who had just shouted for ammunition, because the lower body of the shooter had disappeared.
As a commander, he just hugged his men and listened to the soldier's final murmur: "Please...please...take my body...take it back...take it back...burn it...don't
, don’t let them eat me...don’t.”
Suddenly, he felt someone pushing him, and he finally regained consciousness, looking sheepishly at the young officer who pushed him.
The young officer seemed to have deliberately changed the subject and started talking about Operation Long Sword: "After Operation Long Sword, our place will become a front line again... We must take advantage of this opportunity to quickly strengthen the defenses."
This plan was drawn up by General Medias himself, using troops from four armored divisions to break into the enemy's defense line from both wings and conduct a medium-sized local counterattack.
The purpose of the counterattack is to relieve the defensive pressure on this border line of defense, allowing subsequent troops to have sufficient time to repair the defenses, and then be ready for the next round of defense deployment.
According to the plan, the four armored divisions that counterattacked would lose one-third of their strength during the attack.
The remaining troops will retreat to the defensive position where the counterattack begins, reinforce the infantry on the defense line, and be used as fire support points.
The attack plan lasts for a total of 3 days. After 3 days, the armored forces will begin to retreat no matter where they advance.
Responsible for covering the attack of the armored forces, the main force of heavy armored grenadiers from the Airanhill Empire is also assisted by senior magicians, and their combat effectiveness is very powerful.
These troops were also responsible for breaking up the rear after the armored forces began to retreat. They had to retreat alone on the fourth day, and at the same time they had to face the counterattack of the Watcher army like a tide!
In short, this is basically using troops in exchange for a certain space and time for defensive counterattack. The effect will depend on the subsequent battlefield conditions.
However, Medias was determined to launch a counterattack, because he always believed that blind defense could not create trouble for the enemy and limit the opponent's attack intentions.
An occasional counterattack will make the opponent's offense more cautious, which is helpful for later defensive deployment.
So after mobilizing thousands of cannons, hundreds of rocket launchers, and thousands of tanks, Operation Long Sword began.
Judging from the first day of the attack, the effect was very obvious. The watchmen, who had been attacking recently, obviously did not realize that the enemy would launch a local counterattack on such a scale, and the attacking troops immediately fell into chaos.
After a hedging melee between the two sides, the Airanhill Empire troops successfully completed their attack plan and even advanced an additional thirty kilometers.
"Yes, then the engineering troops will come up and start to reinforce the entire defense line. This is a matter for the robots. We can only cooperate on the sidelines." The frontline commander looked at more and more engineering puppets and said.
These engineering puppets are responsible for digging trenches, reinforcing some bunkers, and helping with some chores after subsequent engineering vehicles arrive.
Now, these puppets are responsible for cleaning up the battlefield, picking out shrapnel from the soil and other substances that the cleaners can eat, and transporting them to the rear for unified processing.
Then, they would use sandbags to reinforce the trenches, dig new trench bunkers, and then add some camouflage.
"The attacks on both wings will force the guard troops to retreat, but their retreat is only temporary. Once our armored forces are forced to retreat, they will immediately press forward." The young officer pointed to the open space in front: "Come here again.
, they will only be more..."
The frontline commander nodded and said in agreement: "This is the first time I have encountered such a difficult enemy. They seem to be endless and don't care about their losses at all."
"Any enemy has its limit! At least the knowledge we have learned tells us that the Watcher troops cannot appear for no reason!" The young officer said: "I came from the staff this time just to see it with my own eyes.
On the battlefield, try to make your plan more perfect."
As subordinates, the officers on the front line made an invitation to the young officers with higher ranks: "Would you like to eat something here? Although our food on the front line is not as good as those in the rear, it is still within the edible range."
The young officer waved his hand and said, "Hahaha! Am I so squeamish? Let's go! Go to the cafeteria and see what delicious food you have for lunch today."
The two men walked through most of the defensive positions one after the other. The soldiers passing by saluted the two of them one after another, and they also returned the salute seriously to these ordinary soldiers who fought bloody battles for the Ilanthil Empire.
After passing a traffic trench, a 155mm howitzer protected by sandbag fortifications appeared in front of them.
After a long battle, the military of the Elanshir Empire found that they were increasingly forced to face fixed-position defensive battles instead of the push-forward combat offensives they were familiar with before.
In such defensive operations, the enemy does not have ballistic radars and computers, so they do not need to equip expensive and wasteful self-propelled artillery.
As a result, many outdated 155mm towed howitzer designs were brought out again, and after production, they were equipped to many non-main force forces.
There are ammunition boxes piled next to the artillery, and there are some messy daily necessities on both sides of the gun mount. There are boxes of instant noodles and some plastic bags of bread.
There were even two military uniform tops soaked with sweat hanging on the pole supporting the camouflage net.
Two shirtless young soldiers and others were sitting on sandbags to rest. When they saw the officer passing by, they stood up quickly.
After passing these artillery positions, they passed an almost intact hidden defense line, which was probably the second line of defense in depth.
Then, they continued walking towards the back and came to a camp consisting of some field cars.
"Bathhouse... There is no other way. In order to ensure the hygiene of the position and minimize the outbreak of the plague, these facilities are indispensable." The frontline officer briefly introduced the function of this camp, and then continued to move forward.
The young officer saw the working generator and the water pipes connected to the large tents. Presumably those large tents were the bathhouses set up for bathing.
Compared with those years ago, this condition is so good that it makes people envious. A few decades ago, the troops of the Human Empire had problems not to mention taking a bath, but even eating.
"Okay, here we are!" Seeing the sign of an underground bunker, the frontline commander smiled, pointed at the place, and explained: "This used to be an underground ammunition depot. When the ammunition was used up, it was transformed into a canteen.
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After he finished speaking, he pointed to the other side: "There are two in total. One ammunition depot was transformed into a hospital, and the other was transformed into a canteen."
As he spoke, he walked down the slightly dim corridor, but after passing through the corridor, the inside of the ammunition depot was truly a different world.
The brightly lit hall was filled with folding tables and chairs. Although it was not meal time, it was still about two-thirds full.
After all, this is a war zone, and meal times cannot be completely regular. Some people eat at noon, and some people eat at two o'clock in the afternoon... Of course, when the enemy comes, there is no way to determine what time to eat.
Therefore, as long as there is time, the military units will allocate some people to eat in the canteen. After all, you can eat hot and fresh meals here, which can improve your meal and relax your mood. Compared with eating casually on the front line, the experience is much better.
"It smells... not bad." The young officer took the product tray from the hand of a service puppet robot, smiled at the frontline commander, and then walked to the window where the food was served.
Soldiers are not required to stand up and salute in the canteen, because there are officers passing by from time to time, and always standing up and saluting will really affect the efficiency of eating. So here, it is rare for soldiers to sit calmly and let officers pass by them.
In the huge canteen, the sounds of spoons clinking against plates could be heard one after another, and a delicious aroma of rice floated in the air.
The young officer walked to the dining window of the cafeteria and handed his plate out. The other party took the plate, looked at the epaulettes on the officer's shoulders, and poured a full spoonful into the thermal tray of braised pork.
Put it on the dinner plate, then add another spoonful of potatoes and a spoonful of vegetable leaves.
Finally, after placing a spoonful of soup made from bland vegetable leaves on top of the rice, the canteen chef handed the tray back to the young officer.
Looking at the messy tray, the young officer frowned involuntarily. The food he had at the staff headquarters was much more decent than it was here.
But he knew that he shouldn't worry about it at this time, because along the way, he saw that many soldiers did not have braised pork on their plates.
So, he took the dinner plate, found an empty seat and sat down, lowered his head and started eating. After taking one bite, he finally realized that the taste of the food here can only be described as average.
"No way, there were some good things before." The frontline commander sat down and explained with a smile: "Because there is a problem with the supply chain, the food supply level has been reduced."
"I know... there is a problem in the supply transportation process... but I didn't expect the impact to be so big." The young staff officer looked at the other party's tray and found that there were fewer braised pork pieces in the other party's tray than on his plate.
half.
"That's good! At least there are plenty of instant noodles and ham sausages. You can get as much as you want." The commander smiled and said, "It's much better than before."
He paused and continued to explain: "For Operation Long Sword, the transportation troops have been working hard to replenish fuel and ammunition recently, so the food here is just like this. It doesn't matter, it will be improved in two days.
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"You can eat, I haven't moved." The young officer pointed to the pieces of meat on his tray with a spoon and said to the commander: "The food in our officers' canteen is better, I can go back and eat."
Chapter completed!