Chapter 220
My Empire Chapter 220
2020-11-03
Chapter 220 220 Home BooksThe ruins and bomb craters are scattered in this small village, just a few hours ago, here Taken by Alanhill's attacking force.
The resting tanks and armored vehicles were still parked behind the village, and the up ahead grenadiers of the village had already arranged their defense lines.
A young soldier is spreading a piece of letter paper on a scraped tabletop and writing it seriously. His expression was focused, but his handwriting was not so pretty.
Dear Lena:
I'm fine here, in fact, life here is pretty decent except for the constant face of death.
I really miss you and our children. I love you and them. I'm fighting desperately here so that you can live happily in the rear.
I have already mailed back this month's salary, you should have already received it when you received this letter.
I have read your letter, and I am really happy to hear that my home is getting better and better. You know, knowing that you are eating well and wearing warm clothes now, I feel that everything I do now is meaningful.
Because we were attacking forward, the supplies were not transported in time. Except to get the ammunition on time, everything had to be late at night.
If we don't attack, there will be beef from the rear, and Dao Idol will be much better for us. But yesterday, the troops only replenished a box of canned fish, which is the best supply we have received in recent days.
Before we were all eating potatoes and dried vegetables...but don't get me wrong, there is still a lot of food in the army, but during the battle, those good things that are usually eaten can't be shipped. That's it.
We had a rare and hearty lunch at the camp yesterday. The canned fish was a bit fishy, but it was much better than the dried vegetables.
I don't understand when I hear that Glickon is still making great efforts to import these canned fish - aren't they the most powerful Magic Empire in this world? Why eat something that's not so fresh.
I am very happy to see your letter saying that fresh fish can be eaten in my hometown. When I go back, I can put up a wooden rack in our yard so that it will be more convenient when you dry your clothes.
Know where my inspiration comes from? Because I saw some tank soldiers hang their washed clothes on the tank barrels.
Mark was wounded seven days ago in a fight outside of Mountain City, he was shot in the arm, and I was the one who carried him to the field hospital, where he was sawed off. the rest of the arm.
It is certain that he will not be able to write letters home for a long time to come. So when you see Ashil, comfort her, this is what Mark asked me to do, and I can't forget it.
Because of my heroic performance in saving my comrades in the outskirts of the mountain city, I won a bronze eagle medal. Next time I can show it to you, it is very beautiful, and it is very powerful to wear on the chest.
Well, let's get down to business, I've had a good time here, and it would have been even better if I could sleep in a tent when I was resting at night.
I know you miss me because I miss you all the time. Although we can't be together, we all know that love flows between us.
In order for us to be together in the future, for the good life to continue, I must now hide my thoughts and fight bravely for the emperor Your Majesty.
Wait for me to go back, Lina, wait for me to go back...
"The puppet is fighting back! Prepare to fight!" At the other end of the ruins, a soldier loudly reminded his comrades.
Huck shoved the half-written letter back into his glove bag and picked up the STG-44 assault rifle beside him.
Through the rear sight on the weapon, he saw the puppets coming up densely packed with bright bayonets and a few puppet tanks behind them.
"oh la la." Hakla moved the bolt and got ready for battle. Beside him, a soldier with a Mauser 98K rifle also looked at the enemy on the opposite side nervously.
Just as the puppets were getting closer, there was a sound of "Hoo!", and the cannonball whizzed past Huck's head. Then, in the ocean of puppets, a huge wave rose.
Countless puppets were blown away by this 155mm howitzer shell, and Alanhill's artillery fire once again let out its own roar when the enemy was in awe.
However, the puppet troops on the opposite side had no intention of retreating at all. They continued to move forward, straddling the wreckage of their own people smashed by the shells.
The machine gun position started playing in the next second, and the dense tracer shells hit the crowd of puppet soldiers. A puppet tank was hit directly by a howitzer and exploded into a throbbing flame in the crowd.
Through the sight of his STG-44 assault rifle, Huck took aim at a puppet that was firing his rifle in the other direction, then he pulled the trigger and fired the bullet at the poor man. on the puppet.
The puppet staggered and fell, and was trampled to pieces by the puppet behind. At this time, a broken brick beside Huck was hit by an incoming bullet, and a piece of debris was splashed.
Covered in dirt, Huck quickly retracted his head. This is a battlefield where bullets are flying. It's unclear when someone will shoot you.
The mortars soon joined the battle, and as the soldiers of the puppet empire approached, more weapons were fired, and more puppets fell on their way.
A puppet whose waist was shattered by a bullet crawled hard on the ground, and then a puppet tank rushed over from behind him and ran over his body like this. The giant iron-clad wheel crushed the puppet's head, leaving only a section of the arm exposed.
While the Alanhill artillery continued to strike the puppet troops, a 130mm shell landed on the Alanhill soldiers' position. The shells splattered a piece of rubble and made all the Alanhill soldiers nervous.
The enemy's artillery bombardment has also begun. Although most of the puppet empire's artillery is 130mm caliber, it is better to have a large volume - the enemy's shelling is also very violent, and sometimes it can be overwhelmed. People can't lift their heads.
"bang!" A shell landed a few dozen meters in front of Huck's bunker, leaving a crater in the huge explosion and emitting heat.
Immediately after, a cannonball exploded near Huck's location. The huge explosion made Huck's ears suddenly lose his hearing. He only felt that a bee got in. In his own ears, he couldn't hear anything but the buzzing.
The rubble and mud raised by the shell explosion covered him, and the falling rubble clacked against his M42 steel helmet, but he couldn't hear anything. The world is spinning, and the body does not obey.
I'm done... This is what he was thinking at this moment in his mind. He didn't know what he was like when he was bombed, maybe he lost a leg, maybe his lower body was gone.
Anyway, he has been on the battlefield for so long, and he has seen all kinds of corpses, some have no heads, some have no legs... Of course, or there is nothing missing, It's just that there is a hole in the forehead...
Lina, I may not be able to go back to see you and the children... Hell... he shook his head and struggled to break free from the dirt. He couldn't hear the voice in his ear, and he could only see the puppet soldiers approaching from a distance from his blurry eyes.
Where's the gun? He fumbled around and found his rifle. He pulled it hard and pulled the rifle to his side.
The left hand is still...a lucky thing. Looking at one of his own hands, Huck said to himself in the heart with joy, and then he tried to move his other hand and found that the other hand could still move.
It seems that even if it is wounded, it is a matter of the lower body... Huck tried his best to climb out of the floating soil that he was hiding, and was lifted up by the cannonball, and rolled to the one that just exploded not far away. in the crater.
This is a natural bunker and a very effective way to avoid shelling: the chance of a shell landing in the same crater is very small.
After taking a closer look at his body, Huck found that he was miraculously uninjured. Apart from the constant ringing of his ears, he finally had no missing "parts".
The deaf is at least better than the dead. Huck picked up the STG-44 rifle and prepared to continue fighting. The moment he was about to stick his head out, he saw the man lying on the other side. Corpse of a comrade.
Just now, he also saw this guy fire at the opposite side with a Mauser 98K rifle. At this moment, the lives that were still alive in the first few seconds were lying in such a cold, broken state. There, it was no different from dirt and rubble.
Shaking his head, Huck once again aimed his gun at the distant puppets, pulled the trigger, and poured out his suppressed emotions and the bullets in the magazine to those puppets. Lifeless bastard.
"Ah! Go to hell!" He roared loudly, accompanied by the fire of the muzzle, accompanied by the uniform and fine gunshots: "tú tú! tú tú!"
In the distance behind him, another cannonball fell and exploded, setting off a piece of sand and rubble, and a thick plume of black smoke rose.
Beside him, the M4 tank track rolled up the floating soil, ran over the ruins, and pointed his long 90mm caliber tank gun at the enemy not far away.
In the next second, a thick plume of smoke spewed from the tank's muzzle, and Huck finally heard a gunshot—his hearing gradually recovered, and a distant The puppet tank never recovered.
In the periphery of Dorcam, such a tragic battle is going on continuously, and it seems that there is no end at all...
(end of this chapter)