Ruins and craters are scattered throughout this small village, which was captured by Elanthil's offensive force just a few hours ago.
There are resting tanks and armored vehicles parked behind the village, and the grenadiers directly in front of the village have set up their own defense line.
A young soldier was laying a piece of letter paper on a piece of scrapped tabletop and writing seriously. His expression was focused, but his handwriting was not so beautiful.
Dear Lina:
Everything is fine for me here. In fact, except for having to face death all the time, life here is actually pretty good.
I really miss you and our children. I love you and them too. I am fighting desperately here just to allow you to survive happily on the home front.
I have already mailed back this month's salary. You should have received it by the time you receive this letter.
I have read your letter. I am really happy to hear that things are getting better and better at home. You know, knowing that you are now well fed and clothed, I feel that everything I do now is beneficial.
meaningful.
Because we were attacking forward, the supply transportation was not timely. In addition to getting the ammunition on time, everything had to be late.
If we don't attack, there will be beef shipped from the rear, which will taste much better. But yesterday the troops only replenished a box of canned fish, which is the best supply we have received in recent days.
Before, we were all eating potatoes and dried vegetables... But don't get me wrong, the food in the army is quite abundant. It's just that during the battle, the good things we usually eat can't be transported.
We had a rare sumptuous lunch on the battlefield yesterday. The canned fish was a bit fishy, but it was much more delicious than dried vegetables.
I heard that Grecken is still making great efforts to import these canned fish. I really don’t understand this behavior. Isn’t they the most powerful magic empire in the world? Why do they still eat such not so fresh things?
It makes me very happy to see your letter saying that you can now eat fresh fish in your hometown. When I go back, I can set up a wooden rack in our yard so that it will be more convenient for you to dry your clothes.
Do you know where my inspiration came from? Because I saw some tank crews hanging their washed clothes on the barrel of the tank.
Mark was wounded seven days ago in the battle outside the mountain city. His arm was hit by a bullet. I was the one who carried him to the field hospital, where he was sawed off the remaining part of the arm.
It is certain that he will not be able to write home for a long time in the future. So when you see Ai Xier, comfort her. This is what Mark asked me to do, and I can't forget it.
Because of my heroic performance in rescuing my comrades in the battle outside the mountain city and fighting tenaciously, I received a Bronze Eagle Medal. I can show it to you next time. It is very exquisite and looks majestic when worn on my chest.
Okay, back to the subject, I'm having a pretty good time here, and it would be even better if I could sleep in a tent during my night's rest.
I know you are thinking of me, because I am thinking of you all the time. Although we can't stay together, we both know that love flows between us.
In order that we can always be together in the future, and in order that the beautiful life can continue, I must hide my thoughts deeply now and fight bravely for His Majesty the Emperor.
Wait until I go back, Lina, wait until I go back...
"The puppets have counterattacked! Prepare to fight!" On the other side of the ruins, a soldier loudly reminded his comrades.
Huck randomly stuffed the half-written letter back into his utility bag, and picked up the stg-44 assault rifle beside him.
Through the rear sight on the weapon, he saw a dense crowd of puppets coming up, carrying shining bayonets, and followed by several puppet tanks.
"Crack." Hak pulled the bolt of his gun and got ready for battle. Beside him, a soldier holding a Mauser 98k rifle looked nervously at the enemy on the opposite side.
Just as the puppets were getting closer, there was a "Whoop!" sound, and the shells whizzed past Huck's head. The huge sound of breaking wind scared everyone to shrink their necks, and then in the sea of puppets,
A huge wave rose up.
Countless puppets were thrown away by this 155 mm caliber howitzer shell, and Eiland Hill's bombardment once again let out its own roar when the enemy showed off its power.
However, the puppet troops on the opposite side had no intention of retreating at all. They continued to move forward, stepping over the wreckage of their own men that had been smashed by the shells.
The machine gun position started playing in the next second, and dense tracer bullets hit the crowd of puppet soldiers. A puppet tank was directly hit by a howitzer, and exploded into a ball of dancing flames in the crowd.
Through the rear sight of his stg-44 assault rifle, Huck aimed at a puppet who was holding the rifle and firing in another direction. Then he pulled the trigger and fired the bullet into the poor puppet.
The puppet staggered and fell, and was then trampled to pieces by the puppet behind it. At this time, a broken brick next to Huck was hit by an incoming bullet, causing a piece of debris to fly up.
The disgraced Huck quickly retracted his head. This was a battlefield with bullets flying everywhere. You didn't know when someone would shoot at you.
Mortars soon joined the battle. As the soldiers of the puppet empire continued to approach, more weapons were fired, and more puppets fell on the way forward.
A puppet whose waist was shattered by a bullet crawled hard on the ground, and then a puppet tank rushed from behind him and ran over his body. The huge iron-clad wheels crushed the puppet's body.
Of the head, only a section of the arm is exposed.
While the Airan Hill artillery bombarded the puppet troops, a 130 mm caliber artillery shell fell on the position of the Airan Hill soldiers. The shell splashed a piece of gravel, and all the Airan Hill soldiers were stunned.
I was nervous for a moment.
The enemy's bombardment also began. Although most of the puppet empire's artillery was of 130 mm caliber, the advantage was that it was large enough to control the opponent's bombardment. The enemy's bombardment was also very violent, and sometimes it was so overwhelming that people couldn't even lift their heads.
"Boom!" A shell landed dozens of meters in front of Huck's bunker. The huge explosion left a crater there and emitted heat.
Immediately afterwards, a cannonball exploded near Huck's position. The huge explosion made Huck's ears suddenly lose hearing. He only felt that a bee had penetrated into his ears, except for the buzzing sound.
He couldn't hear anything due to the hum.
The rubble and soil raised by the shell explosion covered his body, and the falling gravel jingled on his M42 helmet, but he could not hear anything. He only felt that the world was spinning and his body was not in control.
Already.
I'm done... This was the thought in his mind at this moment. He didn't know what he looked like after being blown up. Maybe he lost a leg, maybe his lower body was missing.
Anyway, he has been on the battlefield for such a long time, and he has seen all kinds of corpses, some without heads, some without legs... Of course, maybe there is nothing missing from the body, just a hole in the forehead.
…
Lina, I may not be able to go back to see you and the children... Damn it... He shook his head and struggled to free himself from the floating soil. He couldn't hear the sound in his ears, and could only see through his blurred eyes.
Puppet soldiers approaching from a distance.
Where's the gun? He groped around him and found his rifle. He pulled hard and pulled the rifle to his side.
His left hand is still there... what a lucky thing. Looking at one of his hands, Huck said to himself happily, then he tried to move his other hand and found that the other hand was also
Still able to move.
It seems that even if he was injured, it was only in his lower body... Huck tried his best to crawl out of the floating earth where he was hiding, and rolled into the crater that had just exploded not far away.
This is a natural bunker and a very effective way to avoid shelling: the chance of a shell landing in the same crater is very small.
Taking a closer look at his body, Huck found that he was miraculously uninjured. Apart from his ears still ringing, he finally had no missing "parts".
Being deaf is at least better than being dead. Huck picked up the stg-44 rifle and prepared to continue fighting. The moment he was about to poke his head out, he saw the body of his comrade lying on the other side.
Just now, he saw this guy holding a Mauser 98k rifle and firing towards the opposite side. At this moment, the life that was alive a few seconds ago was lying there cold and incomplete, nothing like the dirt and rubble.
Both.
Shaking his head, Huck once again pointed the gun at the puppets in the distance. He pulled the trigger and poured out his suppressed emotions and the bullets in the magazine on those lifeless bastards.
"Ah! Go to hell!" He roared loudly, accompanied by the light of the muzzle and the even and precise sound of the gunfire: "Chug! Chug!"
In the distance behind him, another artillery shell fell and exploded, setting off pieces of sand and rubble, and rising black smoke.
Beside him, the tracks of the M4 tank rolled up floating soil, rolled over the ruins, and pointed its long 90mm tank gun at the enemy not far away.
The next second, the tank's muzzle sprayed out a thick smoke. Huck finally heard the sound of the gun. His hearing gradually recovered, but a puppet tank in the distance could never recover.
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Outside Dokamu, such fierce battles are going on continuously, and it seems that there is no end at all...
