Chapter 1551

Chapter 1551

My Empire Chapter 1551

2021-10-15

Chapter 1551 1553 Trench warfare on the front line

"Over there! Lost over there!" a grenadier pointed Looking in the direction behind him, he loudly reminded his comrades in front of him.

After shouting, he turned around and fired frantically in the other direction of the trench.

Some of the bullets he fired went along the curved trenches, nailed to the concrete pit wall, and some hit the head of a sweeper who had just stuck his head out, letting the opponent's There are two more holes in the head.

The sweeper is down in the trench, but more sweepers have rushed to the trench. Some sweepers had already jumped into the trenches, flanking the lines of Alanhill Imperial soldiers.

"Damn it!" The grenadier, who was still on the ground, ripped off the pull tab of a grenade and threw it exactly at the other end of the trench, then retracted to the other side of the corner of the trench. side.

The "bang!" grenade exploded, sending up a cloud of dust and delaying the sweepers' attack on the other side.

"Can you get up and walk by yourself?" One-knee kneels, the medic in power armor gestured at Swordsman, who had regained consciousness: "Do you see its ghosting? You can Do you want to speak?"

He asked a lot of questions in a row because he was anxious, and he became more nervous because he couldn't get an answer, so he asked questions faster.

After asking these questions, he turned his head away and yelled at the soldiers behind him, "Damn it! He might have a brain injury! Cover me! I'll give him a brief bandage, Then carry him out of here!"

Leaning on the edge of the trench, the soldier who had just fired a magazine withdrew his head, and while changing the magazine, he shouted to the medics: "You better hurry up! Or we're all going to die here!"

Turning around, looking at Swordsman leaning against the wall of the pit, the medic pulled a hose from his waist , This water pipe was connected to the medical equipment behind him, and a wisp of clear water was sprayed directly.

Water washes down Swordsman's face, moistening the dried blood on his face. The medic gently wiped with gauze and wiped off all the blood stains near the wound to make the wound more obvious.

"You just got some scrapes!" The medic slapped what looked like a Band-Aid directly on Swordsman's forehead, then tore the fabric off Swordsman's shoulder.

The wound here is slightly deeper, but there is no blood spurting like spring. The medic finally calmed down, because he knew that the wounded was the kind that could move.

"I leave here behind your back, it may hurt a little! But there is no other way!" The medic pointed to his back while talking: "We must leave here as soon as possible... ..."

While he said, a small platform similar to a bicycle saddle was propped up on the outside of the backpack behind the medic, allowing people to sit on it more comfortably.

Just as he was about to pull Swordsman up behind his back, the grenadiers, who had been strafing far away from the trenches, were hit in the head by a cloud of black energy.

The blazing energy melted the metal on his face, and the clone trooper fell silently beside the medic.

"They're here! Get out of here!" Another soldier shouted loudly in the intercom, and when he shouted, he had torn the grenade from his chest and threw it at a distance.

The medic didn't pay attention to the corpse of his comrade who fell on the ground without his head. He directly pulled up Swordsman, fixed him behind him, and walked along the trench to the other side without looking back. run sideways.

Behind him, only the two remaining soldiers who were covering him did not leave, and they kept shooting there until the sweepers rushed into the trenches.

"The flank! The flank is lost!" When passing by some friendly troops in the trenches, the medic loudly reminded the other party that he did not stop until a huge bunker appeared in front of him. Just slowed down.

This bunker is the main fortification nearby. It is thick and has a wide range of fire. A large number of ammunition and strategic materials are stored. There is even an operating room and a small command headquarters in the underground bunker.

Above the bunker, there are crenels similar to the city wall, and many soldiers rely on these crenels to open fire above the bunker to clear the nearby enemies.

Inside the swaying light of the bunker, many wounded were leaning against the wall, helping to load ammunition onto the empty chain.

The logistics robots are working tirelessly to transport boxes of ammunition from the deeper ammunition depots to the grenadiers for use.

Seeing the medics walk in, an officer casually gave a military salute and asked, "You're not a soldier in our battalion...what's wrong with the 3rd battalion..."

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"The defense line of the third battalion was broken, and the trenches were destroyed. I don't know the situation on the other side, but on our side, the flank has been completely exposed to the sweepers." The medic put down just came back Swordsman to his senses.

It was only at this time that Swordsman remembered that he had been blown away by an explosion of a cannonball, and then lost consciousness. He lifted the head sluggishly and looked at the soldier in front of him: "Where am I?"

"Welcome to the 1st Battalion Command!" The officer turned his body and looked at Leaning against the wall, Swordsman, who had regained consciousness, said a word, and then looked towards the medic: "The situation is very bad."

He pointed to another direction and continued: "Our contact with the 2nd Battalion has also been cut off, and the situation there is also very critical. It seems that our left and right sides are all enemies."

"I can't spread the force... The front line of defense collapsed completely, so what I can do is to give up some of the trenches and let the troops shrink here."

"Then the enemy will gather, and it will be a matter of time before this place falls. Yes." The medic questioned after hearing the officer's plan.

"There is no way, this is the best choice." The officer of the 1st battalion said: "I believe the battalion commander will not object to this plan."

"Your battalion Where is the commander?" The medic felt that he should meet the battalion commander of the 1st battalion and hand over the wounded natural person behind him to the other party for arrangement.

If there is no order to retreat, then they must fight to the last moment in this position, but the natural person is different, and the wounded natural person has the right to be sent to a safe area.

The officer of the 1st Battalion looked at a wall clock hanging on the wall not far away, and his tone was a little annoyed: "If you arrive earlier, maybe you can try it... 21 minutes ago, he Killed."

"Get out of here! Take your wounded." The officer looked at the medics who didn't know what to do and said, "In a few hours, or a few minutes. After that, this place will become an enemy-occupied area!"

After speaking, the ground beneath their feet began to vibrate. Alanhill Imperial long-range artillery, began to cover the broken line of artillery bombardment.

Large-caliber artillery shells fell one by one on the positions that had just been occupied by the sweepers, and one after another, the plumes of smoke rising into the sky just soared not far away.

"I just applied for covered shooting..." The officer laughed and walked back to the stairs leading to the lower command in the bunker: "Before you go, go down and help, there are many wounded there. , need the medics to deal with."

"Yes! Sir!" The medic looked at Swordsman who was sitting against the wall and said, "Try to wait here for me to come back! If you recover some , you can act on your own, do whatever you want, just leave a message to me."

After he finished speaking, he quickly walked down the stairs to the deeper underground bunker. There is a dedicated operating room there, as well as a small wounded placement center.

The place was already overcrowded, and many wounded people who had been transported from the front were placed here. Bloodstains could be faintly seen on the stairs, and some soldiers graffitied venting slogans and the like.

These victory declarations and love slogans left on the wall are actually left by the soldiers who were stationed here before. The clone soldiers will not leave these things on the wall. , they don't even need to smoke to soothe their mood.

Walking along the not-so-dark lights to the third basement, the medics saw the lightly wounded being arranged to rest in the corridor. These lightly wounded can no longer participate in the battle, and they can't help much, so they can only lie here.

They leaned against the wall and nodded slightly to the passing medics, their clothes sticking to their skin because they hadn't showered for days, looking a little disgusting.

The medics noticed that there were grenades all around them, some were placed at the head of the temporary hospital bed, some were placed next to the cross-sitting position, and some were stacked. kettle in the middle of a can.

This is hell no matter where you look at it. The medical soldier pushed open the door of the operating room, and saw the colleagues who were performing the operation inside, as well as the wounded soldier lying on the operating table, who had been anesthetized and whose limbs were being amputated.

"$%^&*[email protected]#$..." Cursed by the medic, wearing power armor, he walked to the side of his peers and asked, "Is there anything I can help?"

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"Too many..." The medic said, "We are too busy to do so, I really appreciate it if you can help."

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Above their heads, Swordsman had finally recovered from the shock of the explosion, with no major scars on his body, mainly due to Spiritual Qi's degree of protection.

Without Spiritual Qi's bodyguard, the shock from the explosion alone would have been enough to destroy his organs and cause him to die right there.

Getting up from the ground, Swordsman looked at the machine gunner who was shooting at the foot of the mountain in the machine gun position. He was still a little swaying when he walked, but his brain was fully restored to work.

"Have you seen..." He tried to find someone to ask, to ask his former good friend if anyone had ever seen the young grenadier.

But no one had time to pay attention to his question, and a grenadier hurried past him with a full box of unopened grenades in his hand.

The large-caliber rockets whizzed past the place where the bunker was located, and the tremor of the air flow was accompanied by the vibration of the earth caused by the explosion in the distance, leaving Swordsman in an extremely unrealistic state. feeling.

Cluster rockets exploded at preset locations, and countless submunitions were scattered with the explosion.

In the next second, the valley full of sweepers was submerged in a cloud of black smoke in a continuous explosion.

Those explosions spread and devoured everything that passed by, and before the unfolding sweepers had time to escape, they were completely covered by these cluster bombs.

Sweeper limbs splattered everywhere in the explosion, arms and legs and ugly heads were chopped up by the blast and blown all over the place by the air currents.

The war technology of the Alanhill Empire, or the killing technology, even the watchmen are amazed. The series of war weapons developed by mankind for better killing goals are all refreshing. Knowledge of Alanhill Imperial Civilization.

This war has just begun, and far from over, the endless emergence of Alanhill imperial weapons and equipment has made the watchers pay a heavy price that has almost never been paid before.

But... in fact, the Watchmen's troops, and even the Sweepers, who are used as cannon fodder, are refreshing the Alanhill Empire soldiers' understanding of the cruelty of war.

The previous war, for the Alanhill Empire, was far from being described as cruel.

But now, those who have seen the frontline battle with their own eyes have been deeply shocked: whether it is the Alanhill Empire or the watchers, the price paid by both sides in the war has been very, very huge.

"After the shelling, the enemy will start the attack again! While there is cover now, strengthen the position! Allocate the ammunition!" Every subordinate.

The soldiers who had put their life and death at risk for a long time placed hand grenades one by one in the soil in front of them, overlooking the enemy-occupied area where the soil was flying everywhere in the distance.

There used to be trenches and puppet robots stationed there, but now there are only endless explosions and the wreckage of fortifications that have long been invisible.

"Careful!" A sapper's voice echoed through his earphones, and after everyone had retreated into the trench, he depressed the detonator's switch: "Detonate!"

"bang! bang! bang! bang! bang!" Accompanied by his warning sound, a series of huge explosions erupted in the trenches on the flanks. These explosions completely destroyed the trenches on the flanks, leaving only a dense patch of debris. cratered clearing.

In this way, sweepers who attacked along the trench from the flank were cut off from the attack, and they wanted to attack from the flank, and they needed to cross this open area full of craters and loose soil. .

"Set up two machine gun positions at high points! Build a three-dimensional gun line! Get anti-tank missiles ready! Watch out for that Conqueror that appears and disappears unpredictably!" , a squad leader in charge of the flank command pointed to the commanding heights behind him and ordered.

(end of this chapter)