"Boom!" On the Gushan defense line, a large-caliber artillery shell landed on the puppet empire's position, splashing a cloud of dust and sending up a plume of thick smoke.
In the carefully arranged zigzag trench, the dust-covered puppet soldiers held the Mauser 98k rifle in their hands with erratic movements and mechanically pulled the trigger at the Eiland Hill tank in the distance.
Of course, this kind of long-distance shooting has no effect, but they still keep doing such useless things, because this is the only thing they can do.
Not far behind them, on a 130 mm caliber howitzer position, the remains of the artillery piece that had been smashed to pieces by the bomb were still paralyzed, and parts of the destroyed puppets were scattered around.
A broken arm was still hanging on the damaged barrel of a howitzer, and the broken magic inscription on it was clearly visible.
"What did you say? Say it again!" Further back, in an inconspicuous trench, inside the frontline headquarters with a reinforced ceiling, a senior magician from the Puppet Empire grabbed the collar of his subordinate with his hand.
He asked angrily: "Can you tell me again?"
"Highland No. 4 is lost... Airan Hill's soldiers have occupied it! I saw with my own eyes that the eagle flag... the eagle flag is planted on Highland No. 4!" The magician replied with a bitter look on his face as he wailed.
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"Where is your army? Where is your army? Tell me! Where are the 500 puppets I just gave you this morning? Where are the 3 puppet tanks?" The senior magician pushed the other party to the ground, his tone full of anger and anger.
Annoyed: "Say! It's only been a morning! It's only been a morning!"
"You promised me personally! You told me! Your position can be defended for at least three days! Three days!" He gritted his teeth, wishing to kill this useless subordinate.
Hundreds of precious puppet soldiers, plus 3 even more valuable puppet tanks, were all lost in one day and, together with the positions they were stationed in, were lost to Eiland Hill.
Highland No. 4 is a very important commanding height nearby. It is precisely because of its importance that he handed it over to his confidant. It is also because of its importance that he handed over all the few reserve forces he had to this confidant.
Who would have thought that this subordinate who usually seemed very reliable would be so useless at this time, and that such an important defensive position could be lost so easily.
"Lord Coruman! Lord Coruman! How do I know that those bastards from Ailan Hill will throw all their cannonballs at my head..." When the subordinate mentioned this matter, he also
With a look of injustice on his face, he started to cry and howl, hugging his boss's thigh and shouting that he was wronged.
He thought that Ireland's frontline troops would attack Highland No. 4 as they did before attacking the outer defense line. But who would have thought that the style of Ireland's offensive troops suddenly changed and they actually rushed forward in one go.
On Highland 4, the puppet empire didn't even have time to react.
Three hours of fierce attack, coupled with army-level artillery fire coverage, turned over the entire soil on Highland 4. In this case, hundreds of puppets and three light tanks would undoubtedly be unable to hold the position.
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Therefore, when Airan Hill's M4 tank rushed up to Highland 4 under the cover of infantry and planted a black eagle flag on it, this subordinate did not know that all his puppet soldiers had been wiped out.
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"Now tell me what to do? Ah? What to do?" Senior Magician Kluman kicked his confidant away and muttered in a desperate whisper.
He is responsible for guarding this position and commanding tens of thousands of puppet soldiers and hundreds of puppet tanks.
However, after several days of fighting, more than a third of his puppets were lost, and only a dozen puppet tanks could continue to fight.
Under this situation, he had given up most of his peripheral defensive positions, leaving only a few highlands that were mutual horns that he could barely hold in his hands.
Now that he has lost Highland 4, Highlands 3 and 5, which are covered by Highland 4, are in danger. Even his headquarters has been exposed to direct fire from the Irish offensive forces.
"Let's... let's retreat." The subordinate crawled on the ground twice more, climbed back to the legs of his immediate boss, stretched out his arms to hug him, and then began to beg: "It's not that our army is incompetent! It's the firepower of Alan Hill.
Too fierce!"
"Go away!" He raised his foot again and kicked away his unlucky subordinate. He walked around in his headquarters like an ant on a hot pot: "Can I retreat? I
Where can I retreat to? Behind me is the Gushan Fortress! I escaped from the battle, can Magister Rudolf let me go? Ah?"
Having said this, he suddenly remembered something, stared at the subordinate at his feet, and asked fiercely: "I haven't settled the score with you yet! You gave me some advice? How did you come back? Ah?
?You dare to run away from battle and leave your post without permission?"
"No! No no! I didn't! I didn't run away! I came back for reinforcements! I came back to report the news!" The subordinate was startled by the ferocious expression on his familiar boss's face and quickly retracted
He held his hand holding the other person's calf and waved it in the air: "I am loyal to you, and I have never had second thoughts!"
"Are you so loyal to me? Do you treat the most important task I gave you as a child's play?" Kuruman became angry and slapped the other party with a wave of his hand: "Why don't you die? Die on Highland 4? Hmm
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"I..." The subordinate shivered in despair, covering his face and not knowing what to say. If he was determined to die, how could he be so begging for mercy and come here to beg for such a mediocre life?
Chance?
You know, when this army is full, there are 10 puppet thousand-man troops, and there are ten thousand-man commanders like him. Now? There are only 4 left.
Those who are not afraid of death and are willing to fight to the end have already died on the battlefield. How can they survive until now?
Among those who are still alive today, who doesn’t want to die and is trying to find ways to survive?
"Boom!" Another artillery shell fell not far away, and everyone in the headquarters felt the ground shaking under their feet. Just by relying on this feeling, people who are familiar with the bombardment of Eiland Hill can judge that this is
A 155mm caliber howitzer is the mainstream artillery equipment of the Irish artillery.
The better equipped troops are equipped with 155mm caliber M109 self-propelled howitzers, while the poorly equipped troops generally use 155mm caliber towed howitzers.
The 203 mm caliber howitzer with a larger caliber does not make this explosion sound. The sound is more violent and cruel than the 105 mm caliber howitzer with a smaller caliber. When the shells fired explode, the vibration of the earth will be smaller and less obvious.
Yes, this is all experience. Anyone who has been beaten for more than a month and is still alive, no matter how stupid he is, will sum up some of his own experience.
For example, you should try to find bomb craters as much as possible to avoid the covering bombardment of Elanthir, pay attention to air defense to avoid bombing by the opponent's attack aircraft, etc. These are all tips for life and tips for life on the battlefield.
Without any warning, the second shell landed in a trench near the headquarters. The explosion destroyed the trench and destroyed all the puppet soldiers inside.
Along the traffic trench, a cloud of dust rushed into the headquarters, causing all the people inside to flee in disgrace.
The violent vibration caused wisps of sand to fall from the head of the command post, and a magic lamp hanging in the center of the roof swayed, making the shadows of people in the room look like ghosts.
The third shell fell at this time and gradually moved away, which made everyone feel a little relieved. They dusted off the dust on their bodies, and then continued their work as usual.
Finally, when the bombardment went away, Kuruman frowned and looked at his subordinates who were still kneeling at his feet, tears and dust on their faces mixed with dirt, and finally had no intention of scolding him anymore.
Looking at this round of bombardment, maybe Airan Hill's offensive troops will launch a fierce attack here very quickly. He himself is not sure how long his position can last, so he is also very panic now. How can he still
He didn't care enough to reprimand his subordinates.
He vented his anger for the last time and gave the other party a hard kick. Then he impatiently ordered: "Get out of here!"
The subordinates who heard these words felt as if they were being pardoned, and quickly got up from the ground. Regardless of the dust on their magic robes, they lowered their heads and thanked each other: "Yes! Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"
"Hurry up and pack your things! Take away all the important things! Burn all the maps!" He walked to his desk and ordered several magicians in the headquarters: "Move quickly!"
Everyone knew that this was preparation before leaving, so everyone breathed a sigh of relief and the expressions on their faces became relaxed. As long as they are not allowed to stick to this damn place, then anything can be said.
These people started to pack up the things in front of them in a hurry, throwing away some unimportant things at their feet. In an instant, the entire command center became a mess.
Kuruman looked at his men who were still mourning just now, but now there was no movement. He snorted angrily and said: "Stop pretending to be dead! Find a way for me to return to the fortress."
, how to explain to Magister Rudolf!"
"Yes! Yes! Sir, let's just say this..." As soon as the subordinate heard this question, he immediately became energetic and started to come up with ideas with a smile on his face to please.
About one kilometer away from this headquarters, in another headquarters, a magician swallowed the prepared poison and closed his eyes. A few dozen meters away from him, an Elanxi
Your tank knocked down the flagpole of the puppet empire that was planted on the battlefield...
