"Over there! That side is lost!" A grenadier pointed in the direction behind him, loudly reminding his comrades in front of him.
After shouting, he turned around and started shooting wildly in the other direction of the trench.
Some of the bullets he fired were nailed to the walls of the concrete pit along the winding trenches, and some hit the head of a sweeper who had just poked his head out, leaving two more bullets on the other person's head.
hole.
The sweeper fell in the trench, but more sweepers had rushed to the vicinity of the trench. Some of the sweepers had already jumped into the trench, attacking the defense line of the Eilanhir Empire soldiers from the flanks.
"Damn it!" The grenadier who stood firm on the position pulled the ring of a grenade, then accurately threw it into the other end of the trench, and then retracted to the other side of the corner of the trench.
"Boom!" The grenade exploded, kicking up dust in the sky and delaying the attack of the sweepers on the other side.
"Can you get up and walk on your own?" The medic in power armor knelt on one knee and gestured to the swordsman who regained consciousness: "Can you see its double image? Can you speak?"
He asked many questions in a row because he was anxious. He became more nervous because he couldn't get an answer, so he asked the questions faster.
After asking these questions, he turned his head and shouted to the soldiers covering him behind him: "Damn it! He may have injured his brain! Cover me! I will simply bandage him and then carry him out of here."
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Leaning on the edge of the trench, the soldier who had just finished emptying a magazine retracted his head. While changing the magazine, he shouted to the medical soldier at the top of his voice: "You'd better hurry up! Otherwise we will all die here!"
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Turning back and looking at the swordsman leaning against the wall of the pit, the medical soldier pulled out a water pipe from his waist. The water pipe was connected to the medical equipment behind him and sprayed out a stream of water.
The clear water washed over the swordsman's face, moistening the dried blood on his face. The medical soldier took the gauze and gently wiped away the blood stains near the wound to make the wound more obvious.
"You just suffered some scratches!" The medic patted something like a band-aid directly on the swordsman's forehead, and then tore off the cloth on the swordsman's shoulders.
The wound here was slightly deeper, but there was no blood spurting out like a spring. The medic finally calmed down a little because he knew that the wounded man could be moved.
"It might hurt a little if I carry you out of here! But there is no other way!" The medical soldier pointed to his back as he spoke: "We must leave here as soon as possible..."
As he spoke, the outside of the backpack behind the medical soldier opened up a small platform similar to a bicycle saddle, allowing people to sit on it more comfortably.
Just when he was about to pull the swordsman up and carry it behind him, the grenadier on the other side of the trench who had been firing in the distance was hit in the head by a ball of black energy.
The fiery energy melted the metal on his face, and the clone soldier fell beside the medic without a word.
"They are coming! Get out of here!" Another soldier shouted loudly on the intercom. When he shouted, he had already pulled the grenade from his chest and threw it into the distance.
The medic didn't pay attention to the headless body of his comrade who fell on the ground. He directly picked up the swordsman, fixed him behind him, and ran along the trench to the other side without looking back.
Behind him, the only two soldiers who were covering him did not leave. They kept firing there and did not stop until the sweepers rushed into the trench.
"The side! The side has been lost!" When passing by some friendly troops in the trenches, the medical soldier reminded them loudly. He did not stop until a huge bunker appeared in front of him and then slowed down.
This bunker is the main defense fortification nearby. It is thick and has a wide range of fire. It stores a large amount of ammunition and strategic supplies. There is even an operating room and a small headquarters in the underground bunker.
Above the bunker, there are crenels similar to a city wall, and there are many soldiers who rely on these crenels to fire at the top of the bunker to clear out nearby enemies.
Inside the bunker with flickering lights, many wounded people were leaning against the wall, helping to load ammunition into the empty ammunition belts.
The logistics robot is working tirelessly to transport boxes of ammunition from deeper ammunition depots to the grenadiers for use.
Seeing the medical soldiers walking in, an officer casually saluted a military salute and asked: "You are not a soldier of our battalion... What happened to the 3rd Battalion..."
"The defense line of the third battalion has been breached and the trenches have been destroyed. I don't know the situation on the other side, but on our side, the flanks have been completely exposed to the sweepers." The medical soldier put down the swordsman who had just recovered.
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Only then did the swordsman remember that he was blown away by the explosion of a cannonball and then lost consciousness. He raised his head sluggishly and looked at the soldiers in front of him: "Where am I?"
"Welcome to the 1st Battalion headquarters!" The officer turned sideways and looked at the swordsman who was leaning against the wall and regained consciousness. He said, then looked at the medical soldier again: "The situation is very bad.
Already."
He pointed in another direction and continued: "Our connection with the 2nd Battalion has also been cut off. The situation there is also very critical. It seems that there are enemies on both our left and right."
"I have no way to disperse my troops... Then my frontal defense line will completely collapse, so what I can do is to abandon part of the trenches and let the troops shrink here."
"Then the enemies will gather here, and it will be a matter of time before this place falls." After hearing the officer's plan, the medical soldier questioned.
"There is no other way. This is the best choice." The officer of the 1st Battalion said: "I believe the battalion commander will not object to this plan."
"Where is your battalion commander?" The medical soldier felt that he should meet with the battalion commander of the 1st Battalion and leave the natural wounded behind him to him for arrangements.
If they do not receive an order to retreat, then they must fight on this position until the last moment. However, natural persons are different. The wounded natural persons have the right to be sent to a safe area.
The officer of the 1st Battalion looked at a wall clock hanging on the wall not far away, and said with a somewhat annoyed tone: "If you had arrived earlier, maybe you could give it a try... He was killed in action 21 minutes ago."
"Get out of here! Take your wounded with you." The officer looked at the somewhat overwhelmed medical soldiers and said, "In a few hours, or in a few minutes, this place will become enemy-occupied territory!"
After saying that, the ground beneath their feet began to shake. The long-range artillery of the Elanshir Empire began to carry out covering artillery bombardment on the breached defense line.
Large-caliber artillery shells fell one after another on the position just occupied by the sweepers, and one after another the sky-high smoke pillars rose not far away.
"I just applied for coverage shooting..." The officer smiled and walked back to the stairs leading to the lower headquarters in the bunker: "Before leaving, go down and help. There are many wounded people over there who need to be treated by medical soldiers.
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"Yes! Sir!" The medic looked at the swordsman sitting against the wall and said, "Try to wait here for me to come back! If you have recovered a little and can act on your own, do whatever you want to do.
Just leave me a message."
After saying that, he quickly walked down the stairs and walked to the deeper underground bunker, where there was a dedicated operating room and a small casualty resettlement center.
The place was already overcrowded, and many wounded who had been transferred from the front were placed here. Blood stains could be seen vaguely on the stairs, as well as graffiti and slogans graffitied by some soldiers.
These victory declarations and love slogans left on the walls were actually left by the soldiers who were stationed here before. The clone soldiers would not leave these things on the walls, and they did not even need to smoke.
to comfort your mood.
Following the light that was not dark, they walked to the third underground floor. The medical soldiers saw the lightly wounded who were arranged to rest in the corridor. These lightly wounded were no longer able to continue participating in the battle and could not help much, so they could only lie down.
Here it is.
They leaned against the wall and nodded slightly at the medical soldiers passing by. Because they hadn't showered for several days, their clothes stuck to their skin, which looked a bit disgusting.
The medical soldiers noticed that there were grenades in convenient places around them. Some were placed on the bedside of the temporary hospital bed, some were placed next to the position where they were sitting cross-legged, and some were placed among the stacked kettles and cans.
No matter from which angle you look at this place, it is comparable to hell. The medical soldier opened the door of the operating room and saw his colleagues who were undergoing surgery inside, as well as those lying on the operating table, who had been anesthetized and were having their limbs amputated.
Wounded soldiers.
"%^*[email protected]#..." The medic cursed, walked to the side of his colleague wearing power armor, and asked: "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Too many..." the medical soldier said: "We are too busy to handle it. Thank you very much for your help."
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Above their heads, the swordsman had finally recovered from the impact of the explosion. There were not many scars on his body, mainly because the spiritual energy provided a certain degree of protection.
Without the protection of spiritual energy, just the shock caused by the explosion would be enough to destroy the organs in his body and cause him to die directly there.
Getting up from the ground, the swordsman looked at the machine gunner who was shooting at the foot of the mountain from his machine gun position. He was still a little wobbly when walking, but his brain had fully returned to work.
"Have you seen..." He tried to find someone to ask, to ask his good friend before, if anyone had seen the young grenadier.
But no one had time to pay attention to his question. A grenadier hurried past him, carrying a whole box of unopened grenades in his hand.
Large-caliber rockets whizzed past the place where the bunker was located, and the tremors of the air flow were accompanied by the shaking of the earth caused by the distant explosions, giving the swordsman an extremely unreal feeling.
The cluster rocket exploded at a preset location, and countless submunitions were scattered along with the explosion.
The next second, the valley filled with sweepers was submerged in a rising black smoke by successive explosions.
Those explosions spread and devoured everything in their path. The unfolding sweepers were completely covered by these cluster bombs before they had time to escape.
The sweeper's limbs were scattered everywhere in the explosion. The arms, legs, and ugly head were chopped into pieces by the explosion, and then blown everywhere by the airflow.
The war technology, or killing technology, of the Elanthir Empire is even astonishing to the Watchers. The series of war weapons developed by humans for better killing targets have all refreshed the Guardians' understanding of Elanthir.
Cognition of imperial civilization.
This war has just begun, and is far from over. The endless emergence of weapons and equipment from the Elanshir Empire has caused the watchers to pay a heavy price that they have almost never paid before.
But... in fact, the guards' troops, and even the sweepers who were used as cannon fodder, were refreshing the soldiers of the Elanshir Empire on their understanding of the cruelty of war.
The previous wars were far from being described as cruel to the Airansil Empire.
But now, those who have seen the fighting on the frontline with their own eyes have been deeply shocked: whether it is the Ailanshir Empire or the Watchers, the price paid by both sides in the war has been very, very huge.
"After the shelling, the enemy will resume the attack! While there is cover now, strengthen the position! Distribute the ammunition well!" A platoon leader, carrying a weapon, passed by the incomplete trench, reminded every subordinate.
The soldiers, who had long disregarded life and death, placed grenades one by one in the dirt in front of them, overlooking the enemy-occupied area in the distance where dirt was flying everywhere.
There used to be trenches and puppet robots stationed there, but now there are only endless explosions and the remains of fortifications that have long lost their original appearance.
"Be careful!" the cry of an engineer echoed in the headphones. After everyone retreated into the trench, he pressed the switch of the detonator: "Detonate!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" Accompanied by his warning, a series of huge explosions burst out in the trenches on the flanks. These explosions completely destroyed the trenches on the flanks, leaving only an open space densely covered with bomb craters.
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In this way, the sweepers attacking along the trenches from the flanks were cut off from the path of attack. If they wanted to attack from the flanks, they would have to cross this open area full of craters and soft soil.
"Set up two machine gun positions at high points! Establish a three-dimensional gun line! Prepare anti-tank missiles! Be careful of the elusive conqueror!" Looking at the explosion site where dirt was still falling, a squad leader in charge of flank command pointed.
He pointed to the commanding height behind him and ordered.
