Chapter 1722: 1723 What came is not something
Chapter 1722 1723 What’s coming is not something
The battlefield in Ironforge has begun to become chaotic, the battle lines have begun to become blurred, and some places have begun to appear crisscrossed.
A Dornish soldier wearing alternative clothing breathed into his hands in an attempt to warm himself up. He was wearing civilian clothes with crumpled newspapers stuffed inside.
This method can allow him to preserve some body temperature and avoid being directly frozen to death in cold weather. Even so he could only fight inside the house because it was too cold outside.
It has snowed twice in Ironforge. The Dornish soldiers from the south of the Eastern Continent have never seen such a scene.
Most of them have never seen such a snowy scene in their lives, and most of them have never touched snow. In fact, because of poverty, they have never even seen artificial ice: those ice creams and the like are legends in their cognition.
Now, these Dornish soldiers miss their hometown very much: at least in that place, the poor can buy two less expensive cotton-padded jackets, so that they can save a lot of expenses.
Wearing a leather hat on his head, this Dornish soldier was in pretty good shape. At least he found the hat, which at least made his ears feel warm.
It doesn't matter whether he found the hat from a corpse or a living person's head. It was no secret that Dornish soldiers openly pillaged Ironforge.
They are just visitors anyway, so they don’t need to care about word of mouth. The supplies they were short of should have been the responsibility of the Ice Empire. If the Ice Empire didn't give them to them, they had no other option.
"Across the street, over there...I heard it has been lost." A Dornish officer came over wearing an ill-fitting coat, not exposed to the window, found a place out of the wind, and lit a cigarette.
His coat was sent from the elves. The Ice Empire at least ensured the supply of cotton clothes for Dornish officers above the battalion level... Although these clothes were given by the elves, at least the dwarves gave them to the Dornish army.
"The dwarves are stationed there, sir." The soldier on guard was already extremely cold, but he still stopped shivering and saluted his superior as a military salute.
In fact, Dorne's reinforcements are not very friendly to the dwarf troops in Ironforge. It can even be said that both sides are really full of hostility.
First of all, on the matter of robbing civilians, everyone caused a lot of troubles due to their respective positions and uneven distribution of the spoils.
On the one hand, the dwarf troops also plundered their own civilians, and they also wanted to find food and clothing, so Dorn's troops plundered part of it, while the dwarves lost part of it. Naturally, the two sides disliked each other.
On the other hand, some of the more conscientious dwarf troops were very dissatisfied when they saw the humans of Dorne looting the city. In their opinion, those civilians are their own people. If someone bullies them but cannot stop them, this in itself tarnishes the honor of the military.
Dorne is actually suffering a lot: On the one hand, it is embarrassing enough to loot and solve the supply problem of clothes. On the other hand, there are also complaints about the defense areas and the distribution of combat supplies.
In the eyes of Dorne's officers, the dwarves gave them the most difficult line of defense: the Tang army was extremely powerful, and they were beaten to shame... Of course they could not think that the entire battlefield was in this state, so they subjectively took all the responsibility. It was passed to the dwarves. When it comes to ammunition supplies, it is even more difficult to say: Dorne's cannonballs and ammunition cannot of course be transported from Dorne, so theoretically they can only rely on the dwarves.
But the dwarves don't have much production capacity anymore. They even have problems with their own ammunition supply, and they can't even care about Dorne.
So Dorne could only change equipment and weapons while fighting, and replace the firearms with elven standard equipment that made it easier to obtain ammunition. As a result, there was another conflict with the dwarves over grabbing equipment and supplies.
In short, it can be said that the two sides are fighting each other now, and there is little cooperation.
"Now it's our turn. It is estimated that the other side may attack tonight." Commander Dorn, who has long been accustomed to this rhythm, reminded him while smoking: "Stay away from the window, I have never seen the Tang Army's snipers. ?”
His old leader, the previous battalion commander of this battalion, was shot in the head and died while inspecting the position. Now that he was temporarily promoted to battalion commander, he naturally had to be extra careful.
The soldier's face turned pale, and he quickly took another step back and hid in a relatively safe place. The sniper of the Tang Empire is the shadow of a famous human tree. Who wouldn't be nervous to hear that?
"If you have nothing to do, change positions...or find a corner with a good view to hide...I'm leaving, you have to be careful." This battalion commander had also participated in battles in the past, and he still had some experience. After saying a few words, he left the guard post.
The entire battalion has been fighting until now, and there are only more than 200 people left. He, the temporarily promoted battalion commander, is actually no different from the company commander.
He walked downstairs along the dusty stairs and looked at the machine gun emplacement hidden on the first floor. He finally finished smoking the cigarette in his mouth. After stamping out his cigarette **** and sighing with emotion, the battalion commander left the building from behind and walked into the snowy alley.
That was his last cigarette, and he would have to wait for supplies to arrive if he wanted to smoke again. But I don’t know when the supplies will come, so I have to endure it if I get addicted to cigarettes. That's why he sighed just now, he is an old smoker.
Nearly all the people here are old smokers, and cigarettes may be their only solace on the battlefield. Without this thing, they couldn't imagine how they could survive in the hail of bullets.
Next door, in another building, several dwarves opened a large black wooden box. This was the supply they were waiting for, and they didn’t know what was in it.
The two officers looked at the medicine in the box with bitter expressions on their faces: This is "Black Crow", which I heard is a miracle medicine...
They had been waiting for so long, waiting for life-saving bandages, tourniquets, anti-inflammatories, bullets, grenades and rocket launchers, cotton-padded clothes, socks, quilts and tents... But they never expected that what they were waiting for in the end was such gadgets.
“This is not what we want at all.” An officer complained irritably.
"At least, it will save the soldiers from complaining about their addiction to cigarettes." Another officer complained disdainfully: "Let them eat some, and they will stop dozing off."