Chapter 1169: 1170Dingcheng lacks everything

Chapter 1169: 1170Dingcheng lacks everything

Chapter 1169 1170 Dingcheng lacks everything

 But even though he thought so, waiting still made him uncomfortable. This feeling was really torturous, and the days felt like years. Just a few minutes had passed, and the old goblin felt as if the entire afternoon was about to run out.

 Finally, the two planes flew into the distance little by little. They kept circling, but the center of the circling circle gradually moved away from the old goblin's head.

The annoying hum of the plane engine gradually became quieter, and the old goblin's mood relaxed little by little: he had escaped another disaster, and it was another lucky day.

The two planes gradually flew away, and the old goblin breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his feet and was about to walk forward, when he happened to see a strange-looking iron can lying not far away from him!

That was a cluster bomb from the Tang Empire. It had not exploded yet. It was lying there intact, motionless as if there was no threat.

 But anyone who is familiar with this thing knows that it is more dangerous than anything else. God knows how long this thing has been lying here quietly. Will it explode in the next second and swallow up everything around it?

The old goblin swallowed, carefully pulled the reins of the war horse, and avoided the cute little girl painted in dark green.

Then he looked carefully at the direction he was heading, and then at the bumpy roadbed on the other side, and fell into a tangle.

If he took the main road, he was afraid that the two planes would leave and come back, and he would be dead by then. If you take a small path, the chance of encountering "ghost thunder" will be infinitely increased.

There are fewer people walking in these places, the soil is soft, and of course there are more bombs dropped. It was precisely because of this that the old goblin had always walked along the main road: if the small road was easy to walk, wouldn't it be easier for him to keep walking on the small road?

After successfully bypassing the unexploded mine, the goblin veteran gritted his teeth and walked back to the road. He heard the sound of the engine behind him and the explosion of the rockets attached to the IL attack aircraft. sound.

　　I don’t know what the other party has discovered, and they are working hard to launch an attack. That unlucky target helped him attract the idea of ​​​​the IL attack aircraft, which was undoubtedly good news for him.

 Hope that everything will go smoothly in the follow-up, so that he can get a certificate from the defenders of the city, so that he can continue to receive food wages, have a mouthful of food, and survive...

Fortunately, although along the way he saw bombed trucks, destroyed carriages, killed goblins, and deserters and bandits hanged on wooden racks, he saw that there were no explosions. "Ghost Thunder" and encountered enemy aircraft more than once, he still walked into Dingcheng in the evening.

It's not dark yet, and this place is even more dilapidated and miserable than the last time he came. Bomb craters are not only visible on the roads, but also in the cities.

There are still taller buildings, but most of them have collapsed, but even if they have collapsed, the remains of these buildings are still taller than those in some slums.

 The height of goblin houses is quite low, and ordinary people would obviously feel depressed when living there. Therefore, the consulates of various countries in the Mirage City have actually been redesigned and built.

At present, other embassies are still there, but the embassies of Daqin, Yangmu, Datang, Chu, and Shu are all empty.

 These places are now used as warehouses. After all, the construction standards of these places are very high. They are all reinforced concrete structures, which are very explainable and the space is large enough for goblins to stack many things.

Looking at the devastated city, the old goblin sighed involuntarily. He led his horse and walked into the ruined city under the gaze of many people.

The buildings on both sides of the street housed some of the wounded goblins. There was no place to place the wounded. Even though they knew they might be hit and buried by cannonballs, they had to be crammed into these houses to make do.

 It would be even worse if left outside. Not only could it be easily blown up by cannonballs, but the environment would be even worse. These injured people who lacked medical treatment lay at the window watching the old goblin entering the city and the old horse he was holding.

There is a stretch of wooden fence across the street, with barbed wire not even being wrapped around it. Two soldiers stood behind Juma, carrying weapons and looking a little dull.

Generally speaking, the soldiers who do this kind of guard job are either people who have a background and are being taken care of, or people who have just been drawn from the troops who have been withdrawn from the front line to rest.

The two guards in front of me were the latter at first glance: they had minor injuries on their bodies, and their uniforms almost looked as if they had been washed with soil. Looking like this, they are the remnant soldiers who were lucky enough to get a chance to rest and recuperate, and were withdrawn from the battlefield.

“Identification.” A soldier bypassed Juma and walked up to the old goblin. He stretched out his hand and took a small notebook from the old goblin's hand.

The quality of that small book is really hard to describe. There are not even staples on it. Inside the folded outer cover is a folded page of paper, with a name on one side and a photo on the other.

This photo is probably the most modern thing on this identity card. Everything else could have been copied back when paper was invented.

In fact, goblins don’t need any anti-counterfeiting designs. After all, there are no other goblins in this world except the Mirage Kingdom. If you forge a goblin’s ID, wouldn’t even a fool see the problem? The 1.85-meter human spy took out a goblin ID and showed a bright smile... Guess where you were exposed? This may be why there were really no good stories about spies during the Pacific War between Japan and the United States...

After comparing them, the goblin guard handed the certificate back to the old goblin, and then waved his hand to him, indicating that he could just go around through the gap next to it. They didn't want to move that **** horse.

The old goblin led the horse around the obstacle, and then continued to move forward. Behind the horse was a large crater, which was the trace left by the 155mm caliber howitzer shell.

 Because it was already time for dinner, the orcs also stopped shelling. The orcs really went to eat and rest, but the goblins could only sit and rest because there was not much food.

The food reserves in Dingcheng are almost exhausted now, so only the frontline troops can eat two dry meals a day, and the other troops can only eat one dry meal and a thin meal.

He was guided to the new material reception desk by the soldiers on the roadside. The old goblin took out his cargo list and handed over his ID.

The officer at the reception desk was looking forward to seeing what was going on. Finally, someone came to deliver supplies, and he immediately checked what the old goblin had sent.

 When he saw it was a cannonball, his excited expression was reduced by half, because what he wanted most now was medicine and food. Although he also knew that it was impossible for one person to deliver these precious supplies alone, he was still full of expectations.

“100 mm artillery shells, ten sets of military uniforms, and twenty rolls of gauze.” The officer put down the canvas cover of his backpack and said to his men behind him. The two helping soldiers took out the cannonballs from the old goblin's horse and placed them on the ground one by one.

When they were getting the cannonballs, they saw the Cyric musket in the old horse's backpack, the gourd containing gunpowder, and the small cloth bag containing lead bullets. The expressions on their faces were wonderful.

“They seem to only be able to see the application form for artillery shells...” the soldier in charge of recording complained while writing the list. Dingcheng lacks everything, but nothing can be sent from the rear.

 In fact, he was just complaining, because in the middle of the night, when he encountered a team delivering food, he would also complain about the lack of ammunition and medicine.

"Thank you for your hard work." The officer in charge of receiving the supplies was very polite. He patted the old goblin on the shoulder and stroked the old horse's mane with his hand.

The old horse seemed to be familiar with the situation. It snorted and shook its head. The old goblin took the certificate from another soldier and gave him an unqualified military salute.

He had not received a day's military training, so this military salute was demonstrated to him when someone gave him a military uniform.

 Soldiers like him would die at least 300 times a day in the direction of Dingcheng, so for him, it was the old horse behind him that saved his life.

"Boom!" Just as the old goblin led his old horse back, the orcs' shelling started again. The impact point of the shells was close to the line of fire between the two armies, so it was still far away from here.

 But the power of large-caliber artillery shells is huge. Even from such a distance, the shock can still be felt. The ground beneath my feet was trembling, and everything around me seemed to be shaking gently.

 The old goblin had never been on the battlefield. He shrank his neck and stretched out his hand to subconsciously comfort his old horse. He saw the goblin soldiers resting against the walls of the surrounding buildings, and saw that they were accustomed to such horrific explosions.

These soldiers have long been accustomed to living under such shelling. They can even judge the impact of the shells by listening to the sound.

 As long as the shells are not directed at themselves, they will not even blink an eyelid. It's time to eat, and it's time to nap.

"It's okay, they usually don't attack at night, and the bombardment is not so fierce." A passing officer who saw the old goblin in embarrassment comforted him and left in a hurry. He seemed to be used to this kind of life.

"You can bring more things with you next time you come. Everything is lacking here." After the officer walked over, he turned back and shouted to the old goblin.

Aren’t people here afraid of death? The old goblin shouted in his heart. He pulled the reins and led the restless old horse, trying to escape from here quickly.

What he doesn’t know is that the people here are not afraid of death, but they don’t know when death will come.

 In Dingcheng, what determines a person's life or death is not courage, but luck. People who are assigned to this **** place like Dingcheng at this time...how good can their luck be? —

 I'm not in a good state today, so I just finished writing the last chapter, sorry.

 (End of this chapter)