Chapter 1719 Bloody Battle on Hacksaw Mountain (1)
In fact, they launched a tentative attack two days ago. The result was that both the Kriegs and the Qadians paid a huge price, but there was no progress. If Creed hadn't repeatedly insisted on suspending the attack, Krieg would have made no progress.
People may still go on and on, meaninglessly giving their lives.
Creed was saddened by each soldier's death, but Guillermo seemed to turn a blind eye.
"If the theater commander wants this mountain, we will be the ones to capture it and agree on a time to attack."
"We need to think of a countermeasure. A reckless attack will only cost more lives, or we can apply to the theater commander for the assistance of the Space Marines."
"The number of Space Marines is too small. They are precious and must be used to defend against heretical enemies, rather than wasted on battlefields like this that we can handle ourselves."
"The lives of soldiers are also precious."
Guillermo did not answer, and the raindrops beat steadily like drums on the hats and shoulders of the Krieg officers, but Creed could feel the other party constantly looking at him with scrutinizing eyes.
"Captain Creed, in light of any youthful idealism you may be clinging to, I must say something, and while it may sound distasteful to you, you must remain objective and give your soldiers' lives a
Appropriate value, the duty of our officers is to bear the necessary burden of our class. We are born to command, and soldiers are born to die serving the divine will. We must understand this from the beginning, any behavior and
Any cowardice of will will only affect our judgment."
Creed's reaction was completely different.
"There are no cowards here."
He pointed to the muddy basin, where more than three hundred Cadian soldiers of the 8th Regiment were already lying.
"If I have to say it, then those of us who are alive, including you and me, are all cowards, because in your concept, the dead are heroes, right? I may not have been in the army for long, and there is no General Guillermo
You, the commander, are not as senior as you, but I have been fighting for more than ten years. From a soldier to a squad leader to a company commander, I at least understand one thing. Your life is important, and the lives of others are also important. Life should not be squandered casually.
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Guillermo Shamari stared at Creed, and after a long time hissed:
"So, what's your plan?"
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"Be careful, don't fall."
Creed's men had no easier time climbing the east face of Hacksaw Mountain. The sheer cliffs, sharp rocks, and tangled razor wire were bad enough, but whenever the young regiment leader sent men to cut
When the barricades were opened, there were screams of agony because another person was dead or seriously injured.
We have come a long way, Creed thought. In fact, he also expected that the other party would agree to his bold plan.
To put it simply, the main force of the two regiments launched a sheep attack on the west side. Creed personally led the men to climb from the steep east side, and then deployed melt bombs under the angle between the west and south walls of the enemy's fortress.
As for why it is in this position, first of all, the engineers inferred that this position is a structural support point. Because the area on the mountain is not enough, the entire foundation cannot be deployed on the mountain when building the fortress. This part can only be extended with reinforced concrete.
Such an angle is formed. Another point is that according to the results of the previous close-up scan by the scouts, the temperature in this area is at least ten degrees higher than the surrounding temperature. Therefore, Creed guessed that there should be a fortress under the foundation behind the wall.
A power generation center or energy storage device, no matter what it is, can cause huge interference to the defense of the fortress as long as it can cause damage to it.
The only problem was that the eastern slope was steep and had little cover, so it was impossible for a large force to pass, so Creed decided to personally lead the commando team composed of elite veterans and engineers.
At this time, more than a hundred of them were less than a hundred meters away from the fortress, but what was worse was that they seemed to have been discovered.
Failure was like a slow claw that was slowly tightening its grip on his heart. Every loss squeezed his internal organs tighter and tighter. He seemed to be able to keenly feel every death and every painful howl.
——These people follow his leadership, rely on him, and the orders they obey come from him.
So naturally, their deaths also stem from him.
Emperor, how can I prevent their slaughter while still doing my duty?
Is it really like what the Kriegs said, which seems...impossible?
Are they right after all? Is he an idealistic fool?
It's a pity that no one can answer his question.
The only answer was the sound of gunfire from further up the hill, followed by the earth-shattering roar of the castle's long-range artillery.
On the gentle slope to the west, huge fountains of earth and fire exploded majestically into the air, and the enemy was shelling the main force of Kriegs and Cadian who had launched the attack - now the Eighth Regiment was leading the attack, led by the Commissar.
Although the fighting there was lively, the enemies here also felt the danger.
Ding!
Suddenly, a logging gun bullet bounced off the rock next to Creed, almost grazing his forehead, and he immediately laid himself flat on the cold, wet surface.
"Holy Throne!"
He spat, and the guard beside him, Jalan Kyle, immediately stood up from the cover, fought back, and then squatted down.
"Watch yourself, sir, those bastards will be keen to kill anyone with any rank."
At this time, through the communication bead in his ear, Creed heard his correspondent greeting him on the command channel.
"Message from regimental headquarters, sir."
"Let's hear it."
"The attack on the west side has been launched on time, and the enemy has begun to divert attention."
"Okay, then we have to work."
"damn it!"
Suddenly Jaran Kyle roared, held Creed down and leaned down to roll under the boulder closest to the two of them, and then bullets from the logging gun spurted out from the rain-spattered castle wall.
"Sir, why do I feel...this defense doesn't seem to be reduced much by the frontal attack."
Jalan's words gave Creed a headache, but they were indeed true.
The fortress towered above them, evil, dark, and full of threats, like a giant demon, and the lights above were its countless eyes.
And it was not built to guard some important facilities or cities, it was built for a single purpose - to resist attacks and kill as many attackers as possible.
Creed was a little uneasy. He was convinced that the Krieg's offensive was fierce enough, which would shift the enemy's defense focus to the west, but the enemy still seemed to have deployed its forces here.
Could it be that the size of the enemy's garrison is much larger than expected?
But in either case, Creed had promised the Kriegs before the attack that they would break down the wall and take out the enemy's power system when the attack was launched.
"Fire support team."
He said via communication:
"Get into position immediately, mortar team, deploy behind the exposed rocks on the left and right. When I give the order, I want to coordinate the launch according to the interval to drive that bastard away from the parapet. I don't want the engineers to be there.
While working, I was massacred by bullets from above. Others also performed fire cover tasks, pushing the enemy back into the bunker as much as possible. I know the enemy is condescending, but they are all blind mutant bastards, and you are all sharpshooters.