Chapter 420
My Empire Chapter 420
2020-11-03
Chapter 420 421 Stealing"bang!" On the Gushan defense line, a large-caliber artillery shell landed on the position of the puppet empire , a splash of dust, and a thick plume of smoke.
In the carefully arranged zig-zag trenches, the dusty puppet soldiers are holding the Mauser 98K rifle in their hands and pulling the trigger against the Alanhill tank machine in the distance. .
Such long-range shots are of course ineffective, but they're still doing such useless things because it's the only thing they can do.
Not far behind them, on a position of a 130mm howitzer, the wreckage of the artillery that was smashed by the bomb was still paralyzed, and the parts of the puppet that had been destroyed were scattered around.
A broken arm also hangs from the damaged barrel of a howitzer, with the broken magic inscription clearly visible.
"What did you say? Say it again!" On the rearward position, in an unremarkable trench, in the front-line command headquarters with a reinforced roof, a high level magician of the puppet empire, grabbed with his hands. The collar of his subordinates asked angrily: "Can you tell me that again?"
"The No. 4 Hill was lost... Alanhill's soldiers occupied it! I saw it with my own eyes, the Eagle Flag... The eagle flag is planted on High 4!" The magician's face was full of bitterness, and he replied in wailing.
"Where's your troops? Where's your troops? Tell me! Where's the 500 puppets I gave you in the morning? And 3 puppet tanks?" The high level magician pushed the opponent to the ground , his tone was full of anger and annoyance: "Speak! It's only one morning! It's only one morning!"
"You promised me yourself! Tell me! Your position can at least be Keep it for three days! Three days!" He gritted his teeth, wishing to kill this useless subordinate.
Hundreds of valuable puppet soldiers, plus 3 more valuable puppet tanks, were lost in a single day -- and, along with their positions, were lost to Alanhill.
Highland No. 4 is a very important commanding height in the vicinity. It is precisely because of its importance that he handed it over to his confidant. to this confidant.
Who would have thought that this subordinate, who seemed to be reliable at ordinary times, was so unbearable at this time, that he would throw away such an important Defensive Array with such no difficulty.
"Lord Kluman! Lord Kluman! How did I know that those bastards in Alanhill would smash all the shells on my head..." The subordinate mentioned this. This incident is also a face of grievance, crying, hugging the thigh of his immediate boss, shouting grievances.
He thought that Alanhill's front-line troops would attack Hill 4 the same way they attacked the perimeter line before, neither fast nor slow. But who would have thought that Alanhill's attacking troops had a sudden change in the style of painting, and they rushed to No. 4 Heights in one breath, not even leaving the puppet empire with time to react.
Three hours of onslaught, coupled with army-level artillery coverage, the soil on the entire No. 4 high ground was turned over. Under such circumstances, hundreds of puppets and three light tanks would undoubtedly be unable to hold their positions.
So, when Alanhill's M4 tank rushed to Hill 4 under the cover of infantry, and planted a black eagle flag on it, this subordinate didn't know that his puppet soldiers were all gone. Completely wiped out.
"Now what do you tell me to do? Huh? What to do?" high level magician Kruman kicked away his confidant and whispered desperately.
He was responsible for guarding this position, commanding tens of thousands of puppet soldiers and hundreds of puppet tanks.
However, after several days of fighting, his puppets lost more than one third, and only a dozen puppet tanks could continue to fight.
In this case, he has given up most of the outer Defensive Array lands, leaving only a few horned highlands that he can barely hold in his hands.
Now that he has lost Hill 4, Hill 3 and Hill 5 that Hill 4 covers are dangerous. Even his headquarters had been exposed to the direct fire of the Alanhill attacking force.
"Let's... let's retreat." The subordinate crawled twice on the ground, crawled back to his superior's leg, stretched out his arms to hug him, and then began to beg, "It's not that our army is incompetent. It's Alanhill's firepower!"
"fuck off!" With another kick, Kluman kicked away his disappointing subordinate, like an ant on a hot pan, in his own Walking around the headquarters: "Can I retreat? Where can I retreat? The Gushan Fortress is behind me! I'm running away, can Rudolph Archmage let me go? Ah?"
Having said this, he suddenly remembered something, stared at the subordinate under his feet, and fiercely asked: "I haven't settled with you yet! Did you give me an idea? How did you come back? Ah? You dare to run away from battle! Leave without permission?"
"No! No no! I didn't! I didn't run away! I came back for reinforcements! I came back to report!" The subordinate was familiar to him Boss, the ferocious expression on his face was startled, he quickly retracted his hand holding the other's calf, and swayed in the air: "I am loyal to you, I have never had a second heart!"
"You are so loyal to me? Take the most important task I gave you as a child's play?" Kluman flew into a rage out of humiliation, waved and slapped the other party in the face: " Why didn't you die? On the No. 4 high ground? Huh?"
"I..." The subordinate shuddered in despair, covering his face and not knowing what to say. If he had the determination to die, how could he make such a wagging tail and beg for mercy, and come here to ask for such an opportunity to drag out an ignoble existence?
You must know that when this troop is full, there are ten puppet Thousand Man Squads, and there are as many as ten thousand commanders like him. now what? There are only 4 left.
Those who are not afraid of death and are willing to fight to the end have already died on the ground. How could they be alive until now?
Anyone who can persist until now is still alive, who doesn't want to die, and tries to find a way to survive everywhere?
"bang!" Another cannonball landed not far away, and everyone in the headquarters felt the trembling of the ground under their feet. Just by virtue of this feeling, those familiar with Alanhill artillery can tell that this is a 155mm howitzer, the mainstream artillery of Alanhill artillery.
Better troops are equipped with 155mm caliber M109 self-propelled howitzers, while poorly equipped troops generally use 155mm caliber towed howitzers.
The larger caliber 203mm howitzer is not the sound of this explosion, the sound is more intense and cruel - the smaller 105mm caliber howitzer, the shells exploded, and the ground shook will be smaller and less noticeable.
Yes, this is all experience, the experience of being beaten-anyone, as long as they are beaten for more than a month and still not dead, no matter how stupid they are, they will sum up some of their own experience. .
For example, try to find bomb craters to avoid Alanhill's covered artillery bombardment, pay attention to air defense to avoid the bombardment of the opponent's attack aircraft, etc. These are all tips of life - tips of life on the battlefield.
Without any warning, the second shell landed in a trench near this headquarters. The explosion destroyed that trench in one fell swoop, scrapping all the puppet soldiers inside.
Along the traffic ditch, a cloud of dust rushed into the headquarters, and all the people inside were covered in dirt and evaded.
The violent vibration caused strands of sand to fall from the top of the headquarters, and a magic lamp hanging in the center of the roof swayed, making the shadows of the people in the room look like ghosts.
The third cannonball fell at this time and gradually moved away, making everyone feel a little more at ease. They dusted off the dust from their bodies and continued their work as usual.
Finally, the shelling was gone, Kruman frowned looking at the battled and exhausted subordinate who was still kneeling at his feet, tears mixed with the dust on his face, and finally he didn't want to scold him any more.
Looking at this round of artillery bombardment, maybe Alanhill's attacking troops will attack here very quickly. He is not sure how long his position will last, so he is also very worried now. Panic, where can I even bother to reprimand my subordinates.
He vented for the last time, fiercely gave the other party a kick, and then he ordered impatiently: "Hurry up and get up!"
The subordinate who heard this sentence People such as the amnesty hurriedly got up from the ground, ignoring the dust on the magic robes on their bodies, bowing their heads and thanking them: "Yes! Thank you! Thank you!"
"Hurry up and pack up. Take away all the important things! Burn all the maps!" He walked to his desk and instructed a few magicians in the headquarters, "move a bit faster!"
Everyone Everyone knew that this was the preparation before leaving, so everyone was sighed in relief, and the expressions on their faces became lighter - as long as they were not allowed to stay in this damn place, it would be easy to say anything.
These people began to pack up the things in front of them in a hurry, and randomly discarded some unimportant things at their feet. In an instant, the entire headquarters became a mess.
Kluman looked towards The subordinates who were still mourning just now, but now there is no movement. Coldly snorted, he opened his mouth and said: "Don't pretend to be dead! You think of a way for me , go back to the fortress, how do you explain it to Rudolph Archmage!"
"Yes! Yes! Sir, let's just say that..." When the subordinate heard this question, he immediately came to his senses, his face full of energy. Duixiao began to come up with ideas.
About one kilometer away from this command, in another command, a magician swallowed the prepared poison and closed his eyes. A few dozen meters away from him, an Alanhill tank knocked down the flagpole of the puppet empire that was planted on the ground...
(end of this chapter)