Chapter 316
My Empire Chapter 316
2020-11-03
Chapter 316 317 CrossroadsThe magic defense barrier of the M4 tank up ahead flickered twice, and then completely disappeared. As the battle rages on, Alanhill's army's reserves begin to deplete.
Although there are continuous supplies, the troops who are fighting on the front line receive very limited supplies.
Countless demonic attacks made it impossible for human beings to rest at all. They were constantly advancing, which has made the human soldiers who are sticking to various positions feel tremendous pressure.
"It's good now! Our magic defense barrier is gone! The last energy spar has been consumed." The staff was loudly shouted depressed.
"Stop talking nonsense, if you have gasoline and ammunition, it's worthy of us!" Tony leaned out half body, leaned his arms on the hatch cover, put down the telescope and pressed the intercom.
They had just retreated from the front and were resting at a crossroads. This used to be the site of a saltworks, so on both sides of the intersection, there are tall buildings of the saltworks, and some buildings continue not far away.
This is an important supply base for the 201st Panzer Division. It was originally behind the defense line, but now it is on the entire line.
"See the backslope over there? The demons have taken over the other side! The cannonball cover just made them retreat temporarily, but it will only take a few minutes at most for them to return in a swirl of dust!" Tony reported the situation ahead to the officer standing next to the tank, the officer nodded, and sketched something on the atlas in his hand.
To fight at home is to have a convenient place. Every inch of the land here is familiar. There are detailed maps and more accurate coordinates, which makes Alanhill's defense layout more reasonable.
The line of defense arranged by Old General Mediyas also played a big role. As of this moment, although the 15th Army was exhausted, it only lost less than 2,000 soldiers. is very good.
You must know that they killed at least 40,000 demon troops, which is almost a 1:20 battle loss ratio.
According to the previous war statistics, this is already a very remarkable victory, it can be said to be a great victory.
Even Grecken can't deal such a high level of battle damage when facing the demon army - unless you use high level magician to steal chickens.
But this is completely pointless, because if mortals throw nuclear weapons to attack, the instantaneous battle damage ratio to demons may be as high as 1:1000...
MiG- 21 fighter jets are still whistling in the sky, but because the number is really limited, the whistling sound of the current engine does not have the domineering feeling it used to be.
"Are there any armor-piercing bullets? I'm withdrawing to replenish the ammunition." Tony asked, overlooking the commander on the side of the street.
"No more! The reserves here are all used up, and you don't have to go to the front line for support. This is already the front line." The officer of the logistics force shook his head and said.
"I know that." Tony forced a smile, replied in embarrassment.
There are no more important supplies here. The artillery units have retreated to the safer third line of defense, and the logistics troops left here are pitiful, replaced by some tired combat troops.
They set up field positions around the building and established their commanding firepower inside the building. The two wings do not extend much, and it looks like a ring fortification.
In the distance as far as the eye can see, the area close to the first line of defense is completely silent, and the fierce battle on the second line of defense continues. After these positions are occupied by demons, the loss of human beings is estimated to be To rise to 4000, or even 5000.
"bang!" The shell of a magic cannon landed on the horizon in the distance, and the light of light blue suddenly enveloped a large area. Tracer bullets are sprayed out from time to time, like fireworks blooming on the ground.
"There are still a few hours left, and it will be completely dark..." Knowing that the other party was leaving, Tony had nothing to talk about.
Anyway, he doesn't have any more shells to replenish now. With the dozen or so armor-piercing shells left, he can justifiably start retreating to the back.
"I hope these damn demons can be a little more honest at night." Looking into the distance, the officer who has been in charge of distributing supplies here began to pray.
Now everyone here needs good luck, because everything they face may devour everyone's life here at any time.
Originally, Tony's tank platoon had a total of 4 M4 tanks, but now the short-wave communication channel inside the tank platoon that was originally noisy is quiet and suffocating.
When he returned to this supply point for the first time, he also saw the platoon leader's car, and this time retreated here, he has been waiting here for a while, for a long time, But he still didn't see those familiar faces.
Although he didn't want to admit it, his tank platoon, the remaining three tanks, should have all been destroyed. And those familiar comrades in arms have not been able to come back here.
"I'm going to retreat! Good luck!" The officer finally opened the mouth and said no, with a reluctant look.
"Thank you! Let's go quickly! This is not a good place, you don't have to look like this." Tony put out a long breath and said in a mocking tone.
Across the street, a jeep was parked, and the driver above was waiting, waiting for his superior, to jump in his car and get out of here as soon as possible.
The officer didn't make his driver wait too long. He waved to Tony and ran to his car, and the engine was started. The open-top jeep was right next to Tony. Under the escort of his eyes, he disappeared at the end of the road.
"Let me find some grenades! Get as many as possible! If we don't have any shells, at least we should prepare some self-protection weapons." Tony withdrew his gaze and spoke softly. said.
On both sides of the road facing the direction of the enemy's attack, the grenadiers had piled up some sandbags to build a line of defense.
Behind the sandbags are other bunkers built with sandbags. Behind these bunkers, several soldiers are adjusting a 107mm caliber towed rocket launcher.
Beside the rocket launcher, there is an opened wooden box with spare shells inside. At the top of the sandbag stack on the first line of defense, the shooter was putting the spare barrel and some chain codes under his feet.
You can vaguely see that at the top of the three-story buildings on both sides of the street, some soldiers have already found their positions. They are condescending and ready to fight to the end.
When Tony jumped out of the tank, he found the headquarters of the infantry battalion stationed there in a room, and got two AK-47 assault rifles there, along with the corresponding magazines and a few After the grenade, he felt the need to remind such people that they wouldn't last long.
"Our front is an open space! Demons will open their large defensive barriers here! Your light weapons won't do much, and this place will collapse soon." weapon, said with an ugly face.
"What can I do? Sir! I was ordered to protect my motherland, should I retreat and give this place to the devil?" The battalion commander smiled bitterly and pointed to the surrounding walls of the room: "I'm a Ferry native, I'd rather die here than take a step back!"
"Okay! I'll try my best to assist your defense here, but after I run out of ammo , will immediately retreat." Tony said sincerely.
"Thank you, you can help and provide some fire support, it's really good." The battalion commander squeezed out an unnatural smile, and then discussed the battle with a few of his subordinates. Arranged, Tony can only fend for himself.
A dozen or so minutes later, a group of remnants withdrew from the front line. Their faces were covered in black dust, and their clothes were already damp and dirty. Carrying weapons and carrying some luggage, they passed by in embarrassment.
These tired and somewhat frustrated soldiers even shed tears as they retreated for not driving the demon army into the sea.
Leaning on the front armor of his tank, Tony thinks of his time selling TVs. He said to the gunner beside him: "Soon they will be lucky, because life is more important than anything, really."
"You are right." A cheap cigarette without a filter, puffing up the clouds and enjoying it, said with emotion: "But I always have an ominous premonition after playing like this."
"What premonition?" Tony asked curiously.
"When we can't stop the devil, or are destined to stop the devil, a nuclear bomb will fall and send us and the devil to the sky." The gunner exhaled a puff of white smoke and replied. .
"I don't want to die...especially, at the hands of friendly forces. Those idiots wouldn't stab us in the back when we were fighting bravely, would they?" Tony tilted his gun Long glance, self-comforted.
The gunner didn't say anything. Both of them seemed to know that if the battle situation in Ferry City continued to deteriorate, the assumption the gunner just said would come true. There will be a nuclear bomb to vaporize them and the devil together, and the entire Ferry City will give them a burial, which sounds cool enough.
It's just that, whether it's a goddamn wind or a spectacular nuclear explosion, who cares? We want to live, we don't want to die here. in the heart, a certain TV salesman shouted frantically. ►
Today’s code is relatively late, and the second one will be served after 0:00. Let’s see it tomorrow…sorry.
(end of this chapter)