Hayes didn't know if he had hit it, but the feeling of shooting calmed him down a little. Yes, he had a gun in his hand, so he just had to shoot.
Although the new recruits were caught off guard, fortunately, the officers responded quickly and immediately organized firepower. As the heavy logging guns and a handful of heavy explosive bombs were set up, the attackers began to pour out their own firepower.
At this time, most of the smoke from the battlefield had dissipated, and many heretic soldiers wearing red armor could already be seen appearing behind the bunker, and the two sides began a fierce exchange of fire.
"Don't stop, keep moving! Keep moving!"
However, it was obviously not the best idea to stay in place and exchange fire with the opponent. After all, there were solid fortifications on the opposite side, so the company commanders began to lead the company to attack forward, and at the same time, the deployed mortar squad also began to fire at the enemy's exposed fire points.
The soldiers advanced alternately with the help of bunkers, and the appearance of the enemy became clearer. According to Hayes's visual inspection, there were not many enemies, only four to five hundred people. However, their shooting was very accurate. There were often soldiers who just ran out of the bunker.
Got knocked down.
When the first group of troops had reached a hundred meters away from the enemy fortifications, the officers called on the soldiers to use grenade launchers to shoot at the enemy defense lines.
Although the marksmanship is not as good as these heretics, everyone is equal under the grenade. Soon those heretics squatting behind the bunker were blown off their feet. When their defensive firepower was slightly reduced, the attackers rushed forward quickly and started when they entered the fifty meter distance.
Keep throwing grenades.
Perhaps the battle took too long and consumed a lot of money. The heretics did not have so many explosives to use. They could only use sporadic grenades to counterattack, and soon the defense line was crumbling.
"Mount your bayonet and charge! If you can charge, everyone will get a medal!!"
When they reached a sufficient distance, the officers issued a charge order.
Hayes hurriedly pulled out the bayonet from his waist, but was held down by Haschet as soon as he inserted it.
"What are you charging at, you kid? Just stay back and don't let anyone move. Our mission is to protect this heavy machine gun."
At this time, Capri was operating a heavy logging gun to suppress fire at the enemy's stronghold. He looked quite happy. There was an empty ammunition box beside him, and Douzi was squatting next to him, with a nervous look on his face.
The cruel hand-to-hand combat lasted for a short three minutes. Although the outnumbered heretics were brave, they were still defeated. The remaining people fled to the stronghold in embarrassment. As the order was issued, the machine gun positions also began to move forward. Hayes followed the team to the new location.
This time they have to face the enemy's stronghold.
Because the attackers launched attacks from both ends of the arc-shaped defense line, much of the defensive firepower deployed by the heretics on the front had to be moved, and their actions were seen by the accompanying artillery observers.
At the same time, they were still observing the enemy's firepower distribution in the water supply station stronghold and the surrounding bunkers. In fact, the heresy's firepower distribution was still very different from that on the map, especially in several key bunkers.
Hayes's squad had arrived at the position requested by the company commander. When deploying the heavy machine gun, Hashet took the rocket launcher from the soldiers on the side, and then led Hayes around to the side of a bunker.
"Put your head down!"
After pulling Hayes's arm hard and making him bend down as much as possible, the veteran stretched his head and took a look. After confirming that the enemy had not noticed him, he raised his armor-piercing rocket and fired at the side of the enemy's bunker.
A second later, there was only a bang, and the bunker was uprooted. The explosion also swallowed up several heretics lying around the bunker.
"Hey, did you see those bastards? Throw a grenade behind their butts."
Hearing what Hashet said, Hayes carefully poked his head out and saw Hashet pointing at a group of enemies operating heavy machine guns behind a bunch of simple bunkers. He made a visual inspection and found that the distance was about eighty meters away.
"I...I'll try!"
Hayes took out the grenade, weighed it for a while, then wiped the sweat from his forehead and maintained a half-crouched posture.
After taking three deep breaths, he pulled the safety ring, stood up suddenly, threw it hard, and then immediately lay down.
After an unknown number of seconds, Hayes felt someone patting his head. He raised his head and saw Hachet grinning at him.
"Good job, kid!"
Hayes took a careful look and found that the group and their heavy machine guns were lying on the ground.
At this time, the artillery observers had basically determined the shooting target, and then the company commanders began to ask the soldiers to retreat and hide behind bunkers.
In the far rear, 18 prepared ground-shaking cannons roared after slightly adjusting the firing parameters.
Hiding in a bomb crater, Hayes followed the shelling evasion maneuvers he learned in the recruit camp. He touched his elbows to the ground, held his head with his hands and pinched his ears. He opened his mouth wide, knelt on his knees, and raised his waist as much as possible to reduce the contact area with the ground. However,
The strong shock of the explosion after the shell hit the ground still made his heart feel a little painful.
For some reason, in a daze, he recalled his friends and the little shack that was not clean and comfortable, but could be called home.
He didn't know how long it took, but Hayes felt someone pushing him. He shook his head to dispel the continuous low ringing in his ears and the dirt on his helmet. When he looked up, he saw Hacheter squatting next to him.
"Kid, do you want to sleep here?"
"No, no!"
"Let's go."
Hayes stood up and saw that more troops had surged up from behind. The sound of gunfire formed a noisy song. This time it was a full-scale attack, led by several commandos carrying explosives, rushing straight into the enemy's stronghold from the front.
, after two rounds of shelling, the enemy's counterattack was much weaker, but soldiers continued to fall during the charge.
"Okay, tell the soldiers to take down this place in one go!"
The high-spirited Arni also came to the front line of the battlefield. He stood on a small slope, pressing the sword with his right hand, and looking at the boiling battlefield more than a thousand meters away with his left hand. Beside him were the flag bearer holding the regimental flag high, and two cameramen.
I kept taking pictures of him from all angles.
Then, he pulled out his command sword, held it high and shouted:
"Destroy the heretics and leave no one alive! For the Emperor!"
The guards behind him also roared in unison.
kill!
Arni immediately stepped forward and walked towards the battlefield in what he thought was the most fearless manner. Just after walking more than a hundred meters, he saw a corpse on the ground. It was a soldier of his regiment. His chest was penetrated by something unknown, lying on his back.
On the ground, his ribs were broken, exposing his red and black internal organs, and the twisted horror before death still remained on his face.
The young noble paused, his cheek twitched, and his stomach seemed to be rolling, but he endured it, raised his leg and stepped over the body to continue moving forward.
As for Hays, they have already rushed into the enemy's stronghold. There is basically nothing left here, only scattered intact structures, and fragmented corpses are smeared among the rocks or rubble. Occasionally, subtle groans can be heard, but
They will be strangled soon - the soldiers are using bayonets to give the enemies who are not yet dead the last blow.
Hayes, who was walking blankly in this purgatory with his gun in hand, still didn't understand why the enemy was guarding this poor place.