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Chapter 465 Lightning Attack!

In order to avoid affecting morale, the news of the pangolin's injury was not made public in the Legion. Today's broadcast also did not report the glorious record of the G53-7 defense zone, but broadcast trivia that had nothing to do with the frontline battle situation.

Position G40.

At the door of the anti-blasting hole, there is a large pot.The broth in the pot was floating with fragrant foam, and there were sliced ​​bread on the shelf next to it.The clone soldiers lined up under the leadership of the captain, and the chef with the spoon shouted impatiently.

"next."

Most of the clone troopers are not very bright and have a single mind.

Absolute obedience is one of their strengths, but relatively, if no one orders them, they will do nothing.

If the chef doesn't tell them it's ready to roll, they'll just wait in front of the pot.

A spoonful of broth and a half of sausage plus a piece of hard bran bread that can be broken into cans is a simple meal for the clone group.

Occasionally the broth and sausages are swapped for stew or canned meat, but rarely the signature bran bread.

The kind of bread that needs to be soaked in soup to soften, even a mouse will have two front teeth broken. At critical times, it is not only bulletproof, but can also be stuffed into a sack as a bunker, or directly replaced by a blunt weapon to hit the charging enemy. .

Next to the cauldron for boiling soup stood a two-person wooden pole, on which a horn was tied with wire, and it was broadcasting today's headlines from the Triumph.

Although newspapers will also be sent to the front line, the supply truck does not come every day. If you want to know the latest news, you can only use the radio next to the mobile kitchen.

After receiving his lunch box, Daniel sat on the small stool under the broadcast speaker, and picked up another small stool as a dining table.

Most of the officers born in the Falcon Kingdom's aborigines are not very particular, but he is a Willant and he is also a centurion, so naturally he will not squat in the trenches to eat like those big soldiers.

At this time, his adjutant Peterson came over, picked up a bench and sat opposite him, took out a bottle of wine and placed it on the "dining table".

Daniel raised his eyebrows and glanced at the bottle of gin in surprise, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Good stuff, where did you get it?"

"Some time ago, when the commercial road in the north was still open, I bought it from someone from there. A bottle cost 500 dinars."

Peterson grinned, unscrewed the bottle cap with a snap, and juggled out two cap-sized cups. He first poured a cup for the officer, and then poured it for himself.

"...that group of damned old tortoises broke our business with the Buguera Free State. There is a lot of food on the front line, and good wine with pure flavor is too difficult to get."

Daniel picked up the cup and took a sip, with an intoxicated expression on his face, he took a sip as if aftertaste.

"It's not cheap to get it, 500 dinars... two bottles of wine are enough to buy a slave."

Not all officers have their own manors. Generally, low-level officers such as ten commanders live on salary, which is only two to three thousand dinars a month.The salary of a centurion will be higher, but if you are younger and not a nobleman, you usually don't have much savings.

Although this amount of money sounds like a lot, and one month's work can buy two or three able-bodied slaves, in fact it is just enough to maintain a decent living.

Especially large cities directly under the jurisdiction of the Legion, such as Triumph City, have strict regulations on the working environment and living standards of slaves.

In remote areas like Luoxia Province, no one cares about them, and the territories and manors of nobles are another matter, but if it is in Triumph City, they need to prepare 8 square meters of rooms for slaves, and guarantee a day for slaves Three meals, can live healthy to over 50 years old, otherwise need to pay expensive fines to the local.

Moreover, once the transaction is completed, unless the slave resists the execution order, the owner shall not arbitrarily terminate the slave contract.

It sounds more like a lifetime employment.

Although it restricts the freedom of life and has a compulsive nature, it is still more "civilized" than the practice of putting slaves in shackles in the majority of survivors' settlements.

And this is one of the few rules set by His Majesty the Marshal himself.

"It's enough for me to drink for half a month at the tavern on 70th Street in Triumph City." Peterson grinned.

Daniel laughed, and there was a hint of fascination in his eyes.

"The tavern on 70th Street? It's a really good place, you can smell the pine aroma from across the street... I used to drink there when I was in the military school. Damn, I haven't been back in five years gone."

"Sometimes I can't help but wonder what we are here for," Peterson said with a melancholy expression as he swung his wine glass with a large bottle cap, "there is indeed a lot of food here, but the oasis is only the size of a palm. The people in Triumph City are full of people. Not to mention that there is a big desert in the middle... It is not easy for us to go home, let alone the food that needs to be carried by people."

"This is not something we should care about." Daniel, who was slightly drunk, sobered up for a while, and immediately stopped the topic.

Peterson also realized his slip of the tongue, and his eyes drifted to the broadcast speakers aside, diverting the topic about his hometown and future.

"...It's really strange, there is no news of 537 today."

Daniel's mouth curled into a smile.

"It seems that the group of savages will also be afraid."

Thinking about it, they have already lost three thousand lives in one position, and what is guarding there is only a centurion made up of retinue officers and clones.

If the commander on the opposite side knew what kind of opponent he was fighting wits and courage with for so long, he would surely be so angry that blood would come out of his nostrils.

There are not many awakened people like "pangolins", but there are as many of them as the centurions stationed on the G53-7 defense zone.

Too bad they didn't have enough ammunition.

Otherwise, there is no need to waste time here, and the whole army will go straight forward, and the natives will be trampled under their feet in minutes!

After finishing the food on the plate, Daniel returned the plate to the kitchen, and took Peterson to inspect the frontline positions.

The frontline is still calm today.

Although there were not many bullets in the soldiers' backpacks, the alliance had been pinned down in the No. 53 defense area, and he was not worried about any problems.

Picking up the binoculars and looking into the distance, seeing that there was no sign of it on the horizon, Daniel planned to go back to the anti-bunker hole to rest.

However, at this moment, a majestic figure slowly emerged from the thick clouds, like a shining sharp blade hanging in the air without warning.

Seeing the majestic bow and the front pod, Daniel was stunned for two seconds, and then a trace of panic was written on his face.

Heart of Iron!
The siren sounded at the same time, resounding over the entire position.

While roaring loudly, Daniel rushed towards the direction of the blast hole.

"Enemy airship!"

"Everyone! Cover up!"

Almost at the same time as the voice fell, twelve flames flickered below the clouds, and strings of white smoke drifted aside and merged into the clouds.

Dragging the orange tracer, twelve 155mm heavy guns fell heavily on the position of the G40-1 defense zone like thunder from the sky.

Except for the alarm that was sounded earlier, there was no sign of the slightest, and the flames of the explosion bloomed on the position like a celestial maiden scattered flowers.

Due to the sudden arrival of the bombardment, many clone soldiers were still leaning on the side to eat, and failed to respond as soon as the alarm sounded
Caught off guard, more than 120 people died suddenly on the spot, and some were injured by the explosion fragments and shock waves, and were buried by the dust raised up. Fully half of the [-]-man centurion lost its combat effectiveness.

Those who survived all looked shocked, looking at the distant sky in a panic, fear gradually written in their pupils.

"Grass……"

A ten captain raised his head, his white lips and the hand holding the rifle were trembling, his expression was as if he had seen a ghost.

"This is a 100mm artillery?!"

"This is absolutely not!"

"I've heard! People from the alliance modified that airship! People who came back from the front line said that they redid the front gun bay and replaced the artillery with a larger caliber—"

Before the words fell, the second round of shelling soon fell on the heads of the crowd, and the splashed mud and stones were almost fed into the mouths of the ten officers.

Daniel, who was lucky enough to escape the first round of shelling, was not so lucky this time.

A shell landed just near the entrance of the bunker.

"boom--!"

The pots and pans of the mobile kitchen were blown into the sky, the boiling soup splashed in all directions, and bones and minced meat were scattered all over the place.

Almost as soon as he heard the deafening roar, the spreading shock wave hit his back heavily like a hammer.

A stream of blood poured into his throat, and Daniel coughed out violently, but he didn't dare to stop.

He almost rolled into the blasthole along with the rubble and smoke from the explosion.

"Oh shit!"

When the dust cleared, Daniel got up from the ground cursingly, raised his sleeve and wiped the blood from his mouth, his face was full of shock expression.

Peterson, who was next to him, was also disheveled. Although he was lucky to survive, he couldn't see the joy of the rest of his life on his face.

"what's going on."

Daniel swallowed his bloody saliva, and replied tremblingly.

"I have no idea……"

Heart of Iron!
Ever since the big guy was captured from McLenne, this thing has become the main force of the alliance... But why did the main force of the alliance appear here? !

They suffered a loss on the G53 line of defense. Shouldn't they get up from where they fell?
Why did you just focus on them!

Although it was just bombardment now, Daniel knew very well that bombardment was often only the prelude to an attack, and soon the alliance's ground troops would follow up and occupy the land that had been plowed by artillery fire.

Thinking of this, Daniel's face gradually became ugly.

Before that, their ammunition had been evenly distributed to the No. 53 defense area. He didn't know the situation on the Thousands side, but he knew well about the Hundreds in his own hands.

In the backpacks of those clone soldiers, there are not even [-] rounds of bullets, and the entire centurion only has five Iron Fist bazookas!
He gritted his teeth and looked at Peterson who was standing aside.

"I'm going to the radio station to call for reinforcements... You wait here. When their artillery stops, you and the rest of you must hold on!"

Peterson bit the bullet and nodded.

"Yes!"

After giving the order, Daniel quickly walked into the depths of the bomb defense hole, found the only radio station in the entire Centurion, put the earphones on his head, and shouted loudly.

"This is the G40-1 defense area! We are under shelling!"

"The Alliance is attacking our positions, we need reinforcements—!"

There was no response from the other side of the communication channel, only a constant busy tone.

There are only two possibilities -

Either the other party used some direct or indirect means to interfere with their communication!Either the headquarters also encountered a situation, and they were too busy to take care of themselves at the moment.

Daniel cursed, dropped the earphones on the radio, grabbed the rifle lying aside, and strode towards the entrance of the blast hole.

Fortunately, the movement made by the artillery on the opposite side was loud enough.

Not to mention the headquarters of the thousand-man team twenty kilometers away, even the ten-thousand-man team headquarters a hundred kilometers away can sense the situation here.

Maintaining a one-minute round rhythm, the shelling lasted for a full five minutes, and the alliance poured at least sixty shells into their positions!

Daniel waited quietly for the sound of the guns to stop, then took Peterson with him, lowered his body through the winding tunnel, and moved to the side of the observation port of the blast hole.

The Union Army has already appeared in the distance.

Billows of dust surged from the end of the horizon, Daniel unconsciously clenched the rifle in his hand, his heart in his throat.

He is a well-trained officer, and he has fought all the way here with General Griffin, and he can be regarded as experienced in many battles, so he will not be frightened by this little battle.

In Daniel's mind, he was thinking about how to survive this round of offensive. He at least survived until the friendly forces in defense zones 41 and 39 came to support him.

The Heart of Iron is indeed a problem, but the Air Force can't land on the ground to occupy a position. As long as he holds on like a pangolin, the final victory will definitely belong to them——

However, just as he was thinking this way, his eyes glimpsed a looming silhouette in the dust that obscured the sky.

It was also this discovery that made him froze in place on the spot, and no trace of blood could be seen on his pale face.

tank!

And there are hundreds of them!

The thick and long barrel was like the spear of the Lancers, emitting a cold light under the scorching sun.The desert-colored steel armor is integrated with the horizon, blending into the billowing yellow sand, like a steel city wall charging forward!

Not just tanks—

Hundreds of armored trucks welded with steel plates followed closely behind, rolling in with the dust raised by the tracks, and together with the tanks in front, they formed the torrent of steel.

The murderous Union soldiers were sitting in the back of the truck, with their helmets leaning against automatic rifles that were far superior to theirs.

1 more minute at most—

They will collide head-on with this torrent of steel!
Witnessing everything in front of him, Daniel felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured on top of his head, and the cold that pierced into the bone marrow went all the way from his back to the soles of his feet, nailing him firmly in place.

He suddenly realized that the round of shelling just now was just an appetizer.

The real drama has just begun...

"Damn it..." Peterson squeezed out a sentence with trembling lips, "Did they drive all the tanks to our place?!"

In addition to the models he couldn't recognize, there were about fifty Conqueror Tens and Fives sandwiched in this torrent of steel.

He is very clear.

The armor-piercing projectile fired by Iron Fist cannot penetrate the armor of the Conqueror [-] tank.

In other words, they have no way to resist this torrent of steel, and can only watch the line of defense being torn apart by them.

In fact, this is already happening.

Hundreds of tanks opened fire in unison, and another round of flowers bloomed on the trenches of the legion.

After a round of direct fire coverage, more than [-] trucks accelerated out of the queue, and under the cover of the firepower of the roof machine guns, they drove directly into the face of the centurion.

"Infantry get out! Find cover! Quick!"

Jumping down from the back of the carriage first, Irena rushed to the front with an LD-50 submachine gun in her hand. She slammed into the trenches in front of the wheels and sent away the clone soldiers who were about to get up from the ground. .

"Ahhh!"

The clone troopers hiding behind the sandbags suddenly jumped out, screaming shrilly, and rushed towards Irena grabbing the rifle with the bayonet inserted.

However, in the eyes of the Elf King Fugui, that lame movement was as slow as a mosquito whose wings had been pulled out.He unhurriedly pulled out his shotgun and loaded it, and with a bang, pushed the clone back behind the sandbag and sent him to meet their marshal.

Seeing that the soldiers of the Alliance had rushed into the trench, the ten men guarding the trench let out a long howl and asked the clone troopers to put bayonets on their rifles.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled out the plug of the smoke bomb and pulled up the "self-deception smoke" in the trench, preparing for the final resistance.

"Tsk, it seems that not many survived..."

Brother Fu Gui, who had turned on his hot-blooded vision, glanced at the smoky trench, and soon saw the two sixth children hiding in the corner.

The look of holding the rifle tightly and waiting for an opportunity clearly shows that he has no intention of surrendering.

So he also changed into LD-47 unceremoniously, swiped the shuttle over, and took the heads of the two people away.

"The artillery and tanks have finished their work, and what is left for us is to clean up the battlefield." Irena had a funny smile on her face.

After all, it had been prepared half a month in advance, and the operation was much easier than expected.

The Legion did not expect the Alliance to launch an attack at this point in time, let alone choose this position. Just as they turned the No. 53 position into an iron barrel, the Alliance's armored spearheads had already circled their flanks. A hole was torn in position 40.

From the legion's point of view, this is the least likely place to be attacked.

After all, if he chooses to attack here, it means that the alliance's supply line will be extended by at least [-] kilometers.

Not to mention that every meter of these two hundred kilometers is a flaw, positions 40 and 39, which form a corner with position 41, will also quickly support them.

Even if the alliance completely takes down position 40, the reinforcements at positions 39 and 41 will close the dagger in the pocket like a closed pocket.

It is precisely because of this that they will give priority to distributing the ammunition at position 40 to position 53 under attack.

When Quanshui formulated the specific offensive bill, he obviously saw their fearlessness, and took advantage of this decisively, and came up with a plan.

The legion would not have guessed that the alliance, which had already decided to launch an all-out offensive, had no plans to leave a way out.And as the vanguard of this all-out offensive—the Skeleton Corps, which took the lead in attacking position 40, had no intention of stepping on the brakes at all.

This torrent of steel will move forward and divide the entire battlefield in two!
The voice of the regiment commander Mole came from the communication channel.

"Clear the trenches and bomb holes! Find the regiment's command post! You must have seen the radio station and the map!"

"The captives who surrendered are all concentrated in the anti-gun holes. We won't stay here for long. The friendly forces of the Lion Kingdom will watch them for us."

At the same time as the order was issued, the battle in the trenches was basically over.

These "panzergrenadiers" who fight on foot are old players, and a batch of new recruits recently recruited are mainly drivers and gunners.

They don't need much command.

It is enough to spend some time familiarizing yourself with these familiar equipment.

Leading a team of ten people to the front, Irena quickly locked the position of the enemy's frontline command post.

A bomb crater was printed at the door of the bomb defense hole, and beside it, broken pots, shelves and lunch boxes, as well as black food residues all over the ground, could be seen.

Clearing his throat, he yelled into the hole in a non-standard human connection language.

"Hey, are there any living people inside? If there are no living people, we will throw the Molotov cocktail."

There were obviously people in the blast hole.

Hearing this sentence, the people hiding inside reacted immediately and shouted in panic.

"Don't! Don't shoot!"

"We surrender!"

Seeing the other party being so upbeat, Irena also showed a happy smile on her face, and fired two shots into the sky.

"Then come out quickly! Don't waste our time, give you ten seconds!"

Surrender is easy to say.

Captives are worth more than corpses.

Hearing Lao Na's ultimatum, the two people in the explosion-proof tunnel immediately ran out, and were pointed at by the players with guns, and squatted in the corner with their hands on their heads.

"Good guy, the two centurions are squatting together." Looking at the clothes on the two, Fugui the Elf King clicked his tongue in surprise.

Elena also said with a smile.

"It saves us time."

Less than 3 minutes.

The first section of the 40th line of defense has been occupied, and the entire flank of the 40th thousand troops is exposed to the guns of the Skeleton Corps!

but--

Their goal is not there.

Friendly troops can do the job of cleaning up the battlefield and clearing up remnants of the enemy.

What they have to do now is move on, join the Burning Corps airborne ahead, and unplug the forward command post of the 40th Thousand!

Just as the two centurions surrendered, the tanks of the Skeleton Corps had already arrived at the position.

The hatch on the top of the turret was opened, Mole leaned out half of his body, glanced at the completely occupied position, and gave orders to the team leaders while holding the walkie-talkie.

"Captives stay where they are, all infantry aboard!"

"Leave it to the friendly army, let's move on!"

"Hurry up!"

A uniform answer came from the communication channel.

"Roger that!"

Without a trace of muddy water, the Panzergrenadiers who had disembarked earlier quickly returned to the truck.

The Skeleton Corps, armed to the teeth with iron and steel, quickly went back on the road and continued to move forward along the temporary dirt road built by the legion.

The friendly forces are just a kilometer or so behind them and will be here soon.

These captives who were left behind had already lost their ability to resist, and even if they were not tied up, they would not be able to cause any disturbance.

If you dare to resist, then clean up again.

Looking at the dust kicked up behind the torrent of steel, the faces of the dozens of prisoners who were thrown down were full of bewildered expressions.

Less than 10 minute before and after.

They haven't realized what happened, it's over.

Peterson swallowed, and said in a trembling voice.

"...are these people really native?"

Looking at the direction in which the torrent of steel left, Daniel also had a dumbfounded expression, unable to understand what those people were planning to do.

However, at this moment, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and he vaguely seemed to understand something.

Withdrawing his gaze from the silhouette that had merged into the horizon again, Daniel relaxed his tense shoulders and sighed softly.

"ended."

Seeing the resigned expression on the officer's face, Peterson was slightly taken aback.

"The end is..."

Having completely figured it out, Daniel's expression relaxed a lot in an instant.

He didn't look at his deputy, he said to himself.

"It's nothing... if all goes well, we'll be home in a very short time."

(End of this chapter)