The magic defense barrier directly in front of the M4 tank flickered twice, and then disappeared completely. As the battle raged on, the reserves of the Ailan Hill army began to dry up.
Although there is a steady stream of supplies, the troops who continue to fight on the front line still receive very limited supplies.
Countless demon attacks have left humans with no way to rest. Their non-stop advance has put tremendous pressure on the human soldiers who stand at various posts.
"It's fine now! Our magic defense barrier is gone! The last energy crystal has been consumed." Looking at the dim magic crystal, which was no different from ordinary stones, the electromechanical man shouted depressedly.
"Stop talking nonsense. If you have gasoline and ammunition, you are worthy of us!" Tony leaned out half of his body, leaning on the hatch cover, put down the binoculars and pressed the intercom.
They had just retreated from the front line and were resting at a crossroads. This was once the site of a saltworks, so there were tall buildings from the saltworks on both sides of the crossroads, and some buildings continued not far away.
This is an important supply base for the 201st Armored Division. It was originally behind the defense line, but now it is on the entire defense line.
"Did you see the reverse slope over there? The demons have occupied the other side! The artillery fire cover just made them retreat temporarily, but it will only take a few minutes at most for them to come back!" Tony said to the officer standing next to the tank.
After reporting the situation ahead, the officer nodded and sketched something on the map in his hand.
It is convenient to have a place to fight at home. Every inch of the land here is very familiar. There are detailed maps and more accurate coordinates, which makes the defense layout of Eiland Hill more reasonable.
The defense line deployed by the veteran general Mathias also played a great role. As of this moment, although the 15th Army was exhausted, it had only lost less than 2,000 soldiers. It had performed very well.
You know, they killed at least 40,000 demon troops, a battle loss ratio of almost 1:20.
If we go by the statistics of previous wars, this is already a very remarkable victory. It can be said to be a great victory.
Even Grecken cannot achieve such a high combat loss ratio when facing demonic troops unless he uses high-level magicians to steal the chicken.
But this is completely meaningless, because if a mortal throws a nuclear weapon to attack, the instantaneous battle damage ratio to the devil may be as high as 1:1000...
MiG-21 fighter jets are still roaring in the sky, but because the number is really limited, the roar of the engines now no longer has the domineering feeling before.
"Are there any armor-piercing bullets? I pulled back to replenish ammunition." Tony asked, looking down at the commander on the side of the street.
"No more! All the reserves here have been used up, and you don't need to go to the front line to support us anymore. This is already the front line." The officer of the logistics unit shook his head and said.
"I know that." Tony forced a smile and replied with some embarrassment.
There are no important supplies here anymore. The artillery troops have retreated to the safer third line of defense. The logistics troops left here are very few, replaced by some tired combat troops.
They arranged field positions around the building, and also established a commanding firepower point inside the building. The two wings did not extend far, and it looked like a ring fortification.
As far as the eye can see, the area close to the first line of defense has completely fallen silent. The fierce fighting on the second line of defense is still continuing. After these positions are occupied by demons, the human losses are estimated to rise to 4,000.
Even 5,000.
"Boom!" A magic cannon shell landed on the distant horizon, and a light blue light suddenly enveloped a large area. Tracer bullets sprayed out from time to time, like fireworks blooming on the battlefield.
"There are still a few hours, and it will be completely dark..." Knowing that the other party was leaving, Tony had nothing to say and chatted for a few words.
Anyway, he had no more artillery shells to replenish now. Once the remaining dozen armor-piercing shells were used up, he could justifiably start retreating further back.
"I hope these damn devils can be a little more honest at night." Looking into the distance, the officer who had been responsible for distributing supplies here prayed.
Everyone here needs good luck now, because everything they face may swallow the life of everyone here at any time.
Originally, Tony's tank platoon had a total of four M4 tanks, but now the originally noisy internal shortwave communication channel of the tank platoon was so quiet that it was suffocating.
The first time he returned to this supply point, he also saw the platoon leader's car. But this time he retreated here, he had been waiting here for a while, a long time, but he still didn't see it.
Those familiar faces.
Although he was unwilling to admit it, the remaining three tanks of his tank platoon should have been destroyed. And those familiar comrades were not able to return here.
"I'm going to retreat! Wish you good luck!" The officer finally said goodbye, looking reluctant to leave.
"Thank you! Let's go quickly! This is not a good place, so you don't have to look like this." Tony took a deep breath and said in a teasing tone.
On the opposite side of the street, a jeep was parked there. The driver on it was waiting for his commander to jump into the car he drove and leave as soon as possible.
The officer didn't let his driver wait too long. He waved to Tony and ran to his car. Then the engine was started, and the open-top Jeep disappeared under the escort of Tony's eyes.
The end of the road.
"I'm going to find some grenades! Find as many as possible! If we don't have any artillery shells, at least we should prepare some weapons for self-protection." Tony withdrew his gaze and said softly.
On both sides of the road facing the direction of the enemy's attack, the grenadiers had piled some sandbags to build a line of defense.
Behind the sandbags are additional bunkers built with sandbags. Behind these bunkers, several soldiers are adjusting a 107 mm caliber towed rocket launcher.
Next to the rocket launcher, there is an opened wooden box, which contains spare shells. At the sandbag crenel of the first line of defense, the shooter is placing the spare barrel and some ammunition chains at his feet.
You can vaguely see that at the top of the three-story buildings on both sides of the street, some soldiers have already found their positions. They are condescending and ready to fight to the end.
When Tony jumped off the tank and found the headquarters of the infantry battalion stationed here in a room, and obtained two AK-47 assault rifles, corresponding magazines and several grenades, he felt that he
It is necessary to remind such people that they will not last long.
"There is an open space in front of us! The demons will activate their large defensive barrier here! Your light weapons will have no effect, and this place will collapse soon." Tony said with an ugly face while carrying these heavy weapons.
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"What can I do? Sir! I was ordered to protect my motherland. Do I have to retreat and leave this place to the devil?" The battalion commander smiled bitterly and pointed to the surrounding walls of the room: "I am a native of Fukou.
I would rather die fighting here than take a step back!"
"Okay! I will try my best to assist your defense here, but after I run out of ammunition, I will retreat immediately." Tony said sincerely.
"Thank you. It's really great that you can help and provide some fire support." The battalion commander forced out an unnatural smile, and then discussed the battle arrangements with several of his subordinates. Tony also
It can only fend for itself.
Ten minutes later, a group of remnant soldiers retreated from the front line. Their faces were covered with black dust, and their clothes were already damp and dirty. They were carrying weapons on their backs and carrying some luggage, and passed by in embarrassment.
These tired and somewhat frustrated soldiers even shed tears when they retreated because they failed to drive the demonic troops into the sea.
Leaning on the front armor of his tank, Tony thought of the time when he was selling TV sets. He said to the gunner next to him: "Soon they will be happy, because living is more important than anything else, really."
"You're right." The gunner held a cheap cigarette without a filter in his mouth, puffing away and enjoying it. "But if we continue to fight like this, I always have an ominous feeling."
"What's the premonition?" Tony asked curiously.
"When we cannot stop the devil, or are destined to be unable to stop the devil, a nuclear bomb will fall and send us and the devil into the sky." The gunner blew out a puff of white smoke and replied.
"I don't want to die...especially, I don't want to die in the hands of friendly forces. Those idiots won't stab us in the back when we are fighting bravely, right?" Tony glanced at his gunner and consoled himself.
The gunner didn't speak. Both of them seemed to know that if the war situation in Fukou City continued to deteriorate, the hypothesis just mentioned by the gunner would really come true. There would be a nuclear bomb that would evaporate them and the devil together, completely
The fact that they were buried with them in Dukou City sounded impressive enough.
But, who cares whether it’s a damn wind or a spectacular nuclear explosion? We want to live, and don’t want to die here. In our hearts, a certain TV salesman screamed crazily. ——
Today's coding is quite late. The second update will be posted after 0 o'clock. You can read it tomorrow... Sorry.