One Hundred and Seventy-Three

"Unexpectedly... these magical guys are quite cute when they become allies." Watching the soldiers of the Magic Guards who were constantly slashing and advancing towards the distance, the paratrooper commander Hart wiped a hand. With sweat on his forehead, he said in admiration.

He looked at his watch, and then at Vivian who didn't move, frowning in confusion.

Vivian told him that he wanted him to hold on for about an hour, but he persisted until now, it has been almost 2 hours, Vivian did not wake up, and the offensive of the demon dog did not stop.

This is a very bad situation. The soldiers of the Magic Guards are not immortals. They also need time to rest. The ammunition that has been rushed can last for about an hour at most. If they hit that time, Vivian will not be able to wake up. Come on, it's going to be bad.

It's not impossible to give up this line of defense, but Hart didn't dare to give up the Boer River line of defense easily. After all, if he retreated, about 12 kilometers behind him would be a crucial field airfield.

It is not impossible to retreat to the airport, and it can also meet some of the paratroopers there, and it is easier to supply. The problem is that if the demon dogs surround the paratrooper base, they really have nowhere to go.

"We can't retreat, our reinforcements will be assembled soon and hold the position, which is a more correct choice!" Hart denied his idea of ​​retreat and looked at the staff around him: "Hurry up and replenish the ammunition! To cover the retreat of the allies of the Magic Guard Corps..."

"Yes! Sir!" The staff officer saluted and rushed down the hillside. The battle in the distance continued, with dozens of dragons hovering over the battlefield, spitting flames and destroying the sea of ​​demon dogs.

Every time it swept across the battlefield, the flames burned a field of demon dogs, leaving a burning ravine on the ground. But as time went by, the Dragon Knight obviously couldn't hold on.

The dragons also need to rest, and they can't keep breathing fire, but the number of demon dogs in front of them is obviously too much, so until the dragon knight army had to give up the attack, the demon dogs still did not retreat.

"Come back! We'll cover you!" The paratroopers who got the supplies leaned against the edge of the trench and shouted loudly to the commander of the blood-stained Magic Guards in the distance.

The commander turned his head, black blood dripping from his face along the edge of his visor. Holding the long sword whose flame had been extinguished, he walked back to the starting position step by step: "What did you say? Be louder!"

"We are ready! You can retreat back!" The paratrooper officer on the position pointed to the soldiers of the Magic Guards Legion in front and shouted loudly.

"Okay! Understood!" The magician nodded, then walked back to his soldiers with his long sword: "Retreat! Retreat! Retreat behind the paratroopers! Quick!"

In the distance, soldiers have been swallowed by demon dogs, and screams and roars of demon dogs are one after another. The Magic Guards began to retreat, giving way to a forward position full of corpses.

In such a short period of time, hundreds of soldiers of the Magic Guards Corps were killed in the process of retreating. They used their flesh and blood to defend the line of defense and save the paratroopers that were on the verge of collapse.

Afterwards, the paratroopers who were replenished with ammunition continued to fight, and they once again suppressed the demon's attack with fierce firepower.

Just when the situation stabilized again, in the burning forest, a group of tall figures loomed. Soon these huge bodies came to the edge of the forest, and the paratroopers also saw those terrifying monsters.

"What is that?" Seeing those super huge bipedal monsters that were like orcs, but 5 meters away, a paratrooper stared at his comrade-in-arms with wide eyes: "Did you see that? Is it a giant?"

"I don't know! Stupid! RPG!" The soldier beside him answered his companion's question in a loud voice,

Then loudly reminded the other party: "Prepare for heavy fire! Call for tank reinforcements!"

"RPG!" A paratrooper dropped his STG-44 assault rifle, picked up a rocket launcher from under his feet, and aimed at the giant beast on the other side of the river. He loudly reminded his companion, then pulled the trigger the next second.

"Whoosh!" The rocket dragged the long white smoke and rushed towards the tall, bipedal beast, and then slammed into the beast's chest, exploding into a blazing flame.

"It didn't fall! Keep firing!" Leaving the bazooka, the paratrooper shouted to his comrades in disbelief.

In his shouts, another paratrooper carried a rocket launcher and aimed at the giant beast with thick smoke on it.

"Whoosh!" Another rocket hit the target, then exploded on the target's body, sending back a deafening explosion: "Boom!"

"Roar!" The giant beast screamed and fell backwards, smashing on the bodies of several demon dogs, directly smashing those demon dogs into minced meat. It seems that the guy's injuries are unclear, but he is still struggling on the ground, obviously not dead.

"Grenade! 3 o'clock! Volley! Send that bastard to hell!" Seeing the monster fall, a paratrooper commander stretched out his palm, pointed to the place where the monster fell, and ordered loudly.

Several sub-shooters put their Mauser 98K rifle stocks on the dirt, and then put a grenade launcher on their rifle muzzle. They aimed their guns in the direction of the monster and placed the grenade inside the grenade launcher.

"Bah!" With a crisp sound, three grenades fell on the monster in an arc. Then the grenades exploded, giving the monster the final blow.

"Tom! Tom!" Behind the paratroopers, the mortar units were also desperately loading shells. They received orders to shoot shells as much as possible to cover the frontal battlefield!

"Boom!" "Boom!" One after another shells exploded around those giant beasts, and one giant beast fell down one after another, but these giant beasts were so strong that there were still a few rushes after all. to the paratroopers' camp.

"Tutu! Tutu!" The paratroopers didn't flinch either. They held their automatic weapons and shot frantically at these monsters until they were slapped by the monster's arms and flew out.

"Tutu! Tutu!" Behind the position, a No. 2 tank that had run over the soil revealed its low body. On its turret, the 30mm caliber machine gun fired a row of tracer bullets, which directly hit the behemoth that was raging on the ground.

The huge bullet made a basin-sized hole in the beast, and black blood splashed everywhere, accompanied by the shouts and cheers of the paratroopers. The giant beast finally fell, and the surrounding paratroopers began to use the beast's corpse as a bunker, and continued to fire at the nearby demon dogs.

The second tank drove up the hillside and began strafing targets across the river with its own weapons. The tracer flew over the filled river and hit the giant beasts on the other side of the river, causing another bloody storm.

"Long live Alan Hill!" A paratrooper stood up from the trench, took up STG-44 and fired at the demon dog in front of him. Behind him, another paratrooper stood up, his face covered in black blood, tore off the fuse of a grenade, and threw it at the demon in the distance.

The two tanks swept through the positions flamboyantly, and the demon's offensive went on again. Before the people cheered, the second round of the demon's offensive began again.

"The king's flag of Ailan Hill... never falls! The gods are always with your majesty! We win and bathe in supreme glory; we win because we fought bravely to kill the enemy; for the country, we went to the battlefield; the king's banner of Ailan Hill... Never fall!" On the hillside behind the paratroopers, a team of newly added paratroopers sang battle songs and walked into the battlefield with neat steps.

These paratroopers were the troops that later arrived in Grecon, and when Hart set off with the soldiers, they still hadn't landed in the air.

Just now, after they had assembled at the airport, they were ordered to reinforce the Boer River. About 1,000 recruits, armed with more ammunition, took to the field.

General Hart received strong support, and his line of defense was strengthened. With these 1,000 recruits, his frontal position can continue to hold for more than an hour.

"The 2nd Division of the Paratroopers will be here soon. If these demons don't retreat, I will start a counterattack!" General Hart murmured softly, staring at the battlefield that was already full of flames and blood.

He is indeed planning a counterattack. As long as he blocks the demon army frontally, the 2nd Paratrooper Division can launch a counterattack from the flank—not to mention the complete annihilation of this demon army, it is to be expected that the opponent will be severely damaged.

Just when the situation improved slightly, a staff officer ran over with an ugly face, pointed to the lower reaches of the Boer River, and opened his mouth to report: "The situation is starting to get worse, the devil has crossed the river from the lower reaches and outflanked us. coming!"

As if in response to his report, the minefields flanking the paratroopers began to explode, apparently touching those mines.

"Damn it! The minefield will soon be trampled by them... We have no natural danger over there, and there are not many guards..." General Hart frowned and complained loudly: "That group of damn demons , How many troops are there?"

According to Ailan Hill's common sense, in such a fierce battle, even if the opponent had 3 divisions, the casualties have now been completely destroyed and they have completely collapsed.

But at the moment, the demon dog unit, which suffered such heavy losses, not only did not stop the attack, but launched a more desperate attack - this is completely out of common sense, and Hart felt that he was very aggrieved.

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