"A garrison regiment on the border cannot contact the 3rd Battalion... According to the preset plan, they are retreating." A liaison officer looked at the general in front of him and reported the report.
Bourjos frowned and looked at the map in front of him. What he was thinking about was what kind of existence an enemy that could eat an entire battalion of his side would look like.
Under the premise of not knowing where the enemy is attacking from, it is a more reasonable response to spread out your troops and deploy them along the border. After all, Ailan Hill's troops have very powerful combat capabilities and can defeat Ailan Hill in one go.
A battalion is estimated to require tens of thousands of people.
"A messenger from the Prairie Empire has arrived, saying that he has brought very important news." An officer walked into Bourjos's headquarters, clenched his right fist and pressed his chest and reported: "He is in a very embarrassed state!"
"Let him in!" After thinking about it, Bourjos felt that he should meet the friendly messenger who sent the message.
As a result, the man knelt down weakly on one knee as soon as he entered the door. He was helped by others before he stood up, panting and crying: "We met the dragon knights of the Holy Demon Empire! There were about 10 giant dragons! 3,000 people.
!I was the only one who ran out!"
In fact, he didn't run out. He hid under the corpse. After the other party flew away, he found a horse and ran back. The other party seemed to have more important things to do, so this prairie cavalry was able to catch up.
Arrive at Maritsa before the opponent's dragon.
"Dragon Knight... Damn it! Contact the headquarters of the 16th Regiment so that they don't have to go to the 3rd Battalion... Maybe they have been attacked." Bourjos said to his subordinates a little irritably:
"They don't have anti-aircraft firepower, so it's probably more serious than bad, right?"
"Let the 16th Regiment shrink its defense line! Move closer to Maritsa as soon as possible!" Bourjos knew that if the Holy Demon Empire counterattacked, he would lose some troops. But he did not expect that the opponent's counterattack would be so fierce.
He lost a battalion of troops.
Maybe, the 16th Regiment will suffer heavy losses, losing 1,000 people or more. Bourjos glanced at the map hanging on the wall again, and said: "Send a telegram! Contact General Wilkes... We need
reinforce!"
"Wait!" After he gave the order, he stopped the adjutant who was about to deliver the order, and revised his order: "Send a telegram to Siris first! Tell your majesty that the Holy Demon Empire has joined the war! At least 10 dragon knights.
!Our real trouble is coming!”
After a pause, he continued to order: "Then, send a telegram to General Wilkes and ask him to send reinforcements! We don't want infantry! We want anti-aircraft artillery troops!"
As orders were passed one by one, rows of soldiers wearing red military uniforms ran up the ancient city wall. Their military uniforms were very conspicuous under the sun, and their clothes looked more pleasing to the eye than the infantry.
.
These soldiers in red military uniforms also wore steel helmets on their heads, but they were not equipped with Mauser 98k rifles, only a short pistol at their waists. When these soldiers ran up to the city, Eiland Hill on the city wall
The grenadiers have already assembled.
"Wow!" Several anti-aircraft soldiers in red military uniforms tore open the tightly wrapped 30mm caliber high-flat dual-purpose cannon. The metal cannon body filled with ferrous iron reflected a light that was hard to look at under the sun.
"The enemy may arrive at any time! All soldiers are ready to fight!" The officer commanding the anti-aircraft gun pressed the sword on his waist and ordered to his men. Following his order, these artillerymen sat on both sides of the anti-aircraft gun.
On the side seat, start shaking the handle next to them.
As they turned rapidly, the slender gun body was lifted up little by little, and the cold barrel pointed at the clear sky. Several loaders took out the huge magazine from the cart beside them, and put the magazine
Inserted into the barrel of an anti-aircraft gun.
Behind the city wall, on the commanding heights of the city, the soldiers responsible for the lookout set up huge telescopes. These telescopes were responsible for monitoring the entire sky. No matter which direction the enemy came from, they could spot the target as soon as possible.
Beside them, all the flag bearers who were ready were in place. They were responsible for showing the flags in their hands to indicate the direction of the enemy's attack. There were soldiers on the top of the city who were always paying attention to the flags on the commanding heights. Through this stupid method
, the entire Maritsa has completed a rudimentary air defense warning network.
"I hope our anti-aircraft guns can really kill those damn giant dragons!" Standing in his specially set up air defense headquarters, Bourjos pressed his sword nervously and looked out the window in a certain direction from time to time.
The view here is very good, and you can see almost half of the city. If the battle starts on the other side, then he only needs to go up to the next floor to see the opposite direction. This was originally a place built by the city lord for enjoyment.
It has now become a favorite temporary headquarters of Bourgeois.
"All the heavy machine guns have been deployed! They are responsible for covering the anti-aircraft guns! We don't know how lethal the machine gun bullets are to the dragon, but this is already the strongest anti-aircraft firepower we can muster." Putting his hands behind his back.
, an air force commander wearing a red army uniform reported to Bourjos the latest air defense deployment situation.
"All the infantry are on the city wall... They will keep firing, and we have plenty of ammunition." The infantry leader of the 6th Regiment said firmly: "We will fight until the last moment! If a battle breaks out, I will
Immediately rush to the city head and personally command the infantry fighting there."
"The two garrison regiments on the side have been ordered to retreat. They have no anti-aircraft firepower and can easily be suppressed by the opponent." Bourjos' adjutant reported the movements of the garrison regiment in the other direction.
Because these garrison regiments were not equipped with heavy weapons, they were not even qualified to participate in the battle. They could only give up the flanks of the city of Maritsa and retreat in humiliation to a safe place to wait.
But they are not useless at all: maybe when the Arantian Empire comes to attack the city, they can ensure the safety of Maritsa's flanks and rear, so that the entire city is not completely surrounded.
"There is news from the 16th Regiment. The 1st Battalion was also attacked by a giant dragon. The opponent was obviously coming for us and did not clean up the battlefield..." An officer rushed into the headquarters in a hurry and sent someone to the headquarters.
He pressed the news on the table and said breathlessly.
"The 3rd Battalion of the 16th Regiment was probably wiped out, and the 1st Battalion was about the same. Because it was a garrison regiment, not many heavy weapons were lost, but at least 700 guns were lost. This was a very serious failure," said the responsible person.
The quartermaster officer had a bitter look on his face and complained.
You know, in the early days, it was not easy to gather these 700 guns. At that time, everyone still used wooden models for training, but now, a real 700 guns were lost in one battle.
Rifle, just thinking about it makes me feel sick.
Even now, a batch of rifles is not cheap. Counting bullets and grenades, this batch of arms is already very expensive. Modern warfare not only requires industrial foundation, but also countless money...
"Woo..." The horn was blown suddenly. Bourjos didn't bother to read the damage reports. He walked to the window and saw the small black dots gathering in the sky in the distance.
"Here we come!" He clenched his fists, stared at the black figures that were gradually approaching, and encouraged himself in his heart: The most glorious moment in his life is probably now! Standing in front of so many giant dragons, even if
Even if you die in battle, it’s worth it!
"Gentlemen! Under our feet is Eiland Hill! Our fight is not only for ourselves, but also for His Majesty who trusts us!"
"For Ailan Hill!" Everyone in the command center clenched their right hands into fists and pressed them on their chests.
"For the sake of mortals, we can face everything with confidence in the future! For the sake of mortals, we can stand up and treat ourselves as human beings! For us poor mortals! We all have to fight! We are not afraid of sacrifice! Your Majesty has given us the courage to stand in front of the dragon.
And weapons! We are not afraid of sacrifice! Because we want to prove that mortals will never be slaves!" Bourjos opened the window in front of him, looked at the dragon knights whose outlines could be clearly seen, and shouted out the window.
"Mortals will never be slaves!" The soldiers standing in the city raised their arms and responded loudly to the cry. The soldiers standing on the city wall also raised their arms and shouted to the sky.
Shout.
The anti-aircraft soldiers sitting in the anti-aircraft gun position were already ready. They aimed their muzzles in the direction of the dragon's attack. The gunners had already pressed their fingers on the firing triggers, just waiting for the observing gunner to give the order.
Order to fire.
They have put the dragon in the center of the circular sight, and they are ready for everything. They want to make the first cry for mortals, and they want to fight for their dignity until the last moment.
Suddenly, the grenadiers beside them, who had already raised their rifles, let out a wave of shouts: "Mortals will never be slaves!" They also started shouting, shouting from the bottom of their hearts.
The sound flew in the wind, causing the dragon knights who had already approached Maritsa's city wall to frown. What they were most worried about had already happened. Mortals were trying to destroy the rule of the Holy Demon Empire. This was a disaster they could not accept.
"Never be a slave? Then go die!" Listening to the shouts soaring into the sky from the city wall, Ildo, who was riding on the back of the dragon, said coldly with cold eyes.
Then, the knight captain raised his arm, made a casual attack gesture to all the dragon knights, and slashed forward with an indomitable momentum: "Kill!"
