1553 Front Trench Warfare

"Over there! Over there is lost!" A grenadier pointed to the direction behind him, loudly reminding his comrades in front of him.

After shouting, he turned around and fired wildly at the other direction of the trench.

Some of the bullets he fired were nailed to the concrete pit wall along the winding trenches, and some hit the head of a sweeper who had just poked his head out, leaving two more bullets on the opponent's head. hole.

The sweeper was down in the trench, but there were more sweepers rushing around the trench. A few sweepers had leaped into the trenches, flanking the lines of the Irish Imperial soldiers.

"Damn it!" The grenadier standing on the ground tore off the ring of a grenade, and then accurately threw it into the other end of the trench, and then retracted to the other side of the corner of the trench.

"Boom!" The grenade exploded, kicking up dust all over the sky, and at the same time delaying the attack of the sweepers on the other side.

"Can you get up and walk by yourself?" Kneeling on one knee, the medic in power armor gestured a finger at the swordsman who regained consciousness: "Can you see its double image? Can you talk?"

Because he asked many questions in succession in a hurry, he became more nervous because he didn't get an answer, so he asked questions a little faster.

After asking these questions, he turned his head and shouted to the soldiers covering him behind him: "Damn! He may have hurt his brain! Cover me! I will give him a brief bandage, and then I will carry him out of here !"

Leaning against the edge of the trench, the soldier who had just emptied a magazine retracted his head, and while changing the magazine, he shouted to the medic: "You'd better hurry up! Otherwise we're all going to die here! "

Looking back at the swordsman leaning against the wall of the pit, the medical soldier pulled out a water pipe from his waist. This water pipe was connected to the medical equipment behind him, and a stream of clear water was sprayed out directly.

Clean water washed over the swordsman's face, moistening the dried blood on his face. The medical soldier wiped gently with gauze, wiping away all the blood stains near the wound, making the wound more obvious.

"You just suffered some abrasions!" The medical soldier patted something like a Band-Aid directly on the swordsman's forehead, and then tore off the cloth on the swordsman's shoulder.

The wound here is slightly deeper, but there is no blood spurting like a spring. The medical soldier finally calmed down a bit, because he knew that the wounded could be moved.

"I leave here with you on my back, it may hurt a little! But there is no other way!" The medical soldier pointed to his back while talking: "We must leave here as soon as possible..."

On the other hand, a small platform similar to a bicycle saddle was opened on the outside of the backpack behind the medical soldier, allowing people to sit on it more comfortably.

Just when he was about to pull the swordsman up and put it behind his back, the grenadier who had been shooting far away from the trench was hit on 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 coming! Get out of here!" Another soldier shouted loudly through the communicator. When he shouted, he had already pulled the grenade from his chest and threw it into the distance.

The medical soldier didn't care about the corpse of his comrade who fell on the ground without his head. He directly pulled up the swordsman, fixed him behind him, and ran along the trench to the other side without looking back.

Behind him, the only two remaining soldiers who covered him did not leave, and they kept shooting there until the sweepers rushed into the trench and did not stop.

"The side! The side is lost!" When passing by some friendly troops in the trench, the medical soldier reminded them loudly that he didn't stop, and he didn't slow down until a huge bunker appeared in front of him.

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

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

Inside the bunker, where the lights were shaking, many wounded were leaning against the wall, helping to load ammunition onto the empty belts.

The logistics robots are working tirelessly, bringing boxes of ammunition up from the deeper ammunition depot and handing them over to the grenadiers for use.

Seeing the medical soldiers coming in, an officer gave a casual military salute and asked, "You are not a soldier of our battalion... What happened to the 3rd Battalion..."

"The third battalion's line of defense has been breached, and the trenches have been 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 medical soldier put down the swordsman who had just recovered .

Only then did the swordsman remember that he was blown away by a shell explosion, and then lost consciousness. He raised his head in a daze, and looked at the soldier in front of him: "Where am I?"

"Welcome to the headquarters of the 1st Battalion!" The officer turned his body, looked at the swordsman leaning against the wall who had regained consciousness, said something, and then looked at the medical soldier: "The situation is very bad. gone."

He pointed in another direction and continued: "Our connection with the 2nd Battalion has also been cut off, and the situation over there is also very critical. Our left and right sides seem to be enemies."

"I have no way to disperse my forces... Then my frontal defense line will completely collapse, so what I can do is to abandon part of the trenches and let the troops shrink here."

"Then the enemy will gather here, and it will be a matter of time before this place falls." After hearing the officer's plan, the medical soldier questioned.

"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."

"Where's your battalion commander?" The medical soldier felt that he should see the battalion commander of the 1st Battalion and hand over the wounded natural man behind him for arrangement.

If they did not receive an order to retreat, they would all have to fight on this position to the last moment, but natural persons were different, and the wounded of natural persons had the right to be sent to a safe place.

The officer of the 1st Battalion looked at a wall clock hanging on the wall not far away, and said in a slightly annoyed tone, "If you arrived earlier, maybe you can try it... 21 minutes ago, he was killed."

"Get out of here! Take your wounded." The officer looked at the overwhelmed medical soldier and said, "In a few hours, or a few minutes, this place will become an enemy-occupied area!"

After speaking, the ground under their feet began to shake. The long-range artillery of the Alan Hill Empire began to cover the breached line of defense.

Large-caliber artillery shells fell one after another on the position just occupied by the sweepers, and one after another plumes of smoke rose up not far away.

"I just applied for coverage shooting..." The officer smiled, and walked back to the stairs leading to the lower headquarters in the bunker: "Before you go, go down and help, there are many wounded over there, and medical soldiers need to deal with them .”

"Yes! Sir!" The medical soldier looked at the swordsman sitting against the wall, and said, "Try to wait here for me to come back! If you recover a bit, you can act on your own, and do whatever you want. Just leave me a message."

After finishing speaking, he quickly walked down the stairs and walked to a deeper underground bunker, where there was a dedicated operating room and a small wounded placement center.

The place was overcrowded, and many wounded who had been transported from the front were placed here. Bloodstains could be vaguely seen on the stairs, and some soldiers graffitied slogans to vent their anger.

These declarations of victory and love slogans left on the walls are actually left by the soldiers stationed here before. Clone soldiers will not leave these things on the walls, and they don't even need to smoke To comfort my mood.

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

Leaning against the corner, they nodded slightly to the passing medical soldiers. Since they hadn't showered for several days, their clothes stuck to their skin, which looked a bit disgusting.

The medical soldiers noticed that there were hand grenades around them, some on the head of the temporary hospital bed, some on the edge of the cross-legged position, and some among the piled cans and cans.

No matter from which angle you look at it, it is already comparable to hell. The medical soldier pushed open the door of the operating room, and saw the colleagues inside who were undergoing surgery, as well as the wounded soldier lying on the operating table, who had been anesthetized and was being amputated.

"$%^&*!x-on:#$..." The medical soldier cursed, walked to the side of his colleagues wearing power armor, and asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Too many..." The medical soldier said, "We are too busy to handle it. Thank you very much for your help."

...

On top of their heads, the swordsman had finally recovered from the impact of the explosion. He didn't have much scars on his body, mainly because the aura had provided a certain degree of protection.

If there is no aura to protect the body, just the shock generated by the explosion is enough to destroy the organs in his body, causing him to die there directly.

Getting up from the ground, the swordsman looked at the machine gunner who was shooting at the foot of the mountain from the machine gun position. He still wobbled a little while walking, but his brain had fully recovered.

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

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

Large-caliber rockets roared through the air where the bunker was located, and the tremor of the air flow was accompanied by the earth shaking caused by the explosion in the distance, making the swordsman feel extremely unreal.

The cluster rocket exploded at the preset place, and countless submunitions were scattered along with the explosion.

In the next second, the valley full of sweepers was submerged in a swirling black smoke by continuous explosions.

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

Scavenger limbs were scattered everywhere in the explosion, arms and legs and ugly heads were chopped off by the explosion, and then blown everywhere by the air current.

The war technology of the Alan Hill Empire, or the technology of killing, even the watchmen are amazed. A series of war weapons developed by humans for better killing targets all refresh the watchmen's understanding of Alan Hill. Cognition of imperial civilization.

This war has just begun, and it is far from over. The endless emergence of weapons and equipment of the Alan Hill Empire has caused the watchmen to pay a heavy price that has almost never been paid before.

But... In fact, the troops of the watchmen, and even the sweepers who were used as cannon fodder, are refreshing the soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire's understanding of the cruelty of war.

For the Alan Hill Empire, the previous wars were far from cruel.

But now, those who have seen the battle on the front line with their own eyes have been deeply shocked: whether it is the Alan Hill Empire or the Watcher, the price paid by both sides in the war has been very, very huge.

"After the shelling, the enemy will start attacking again! While there is cover now, reinforce the position! Distribute the ammunition!" A platoon leader carried a weapon and passed through the dilapidated trench, reminding each of his men.

The soldiers, who had long put life and death aside, placed the grenades one by one in the soil in front of them, overlooking the enemy-occupied area in the distance where the soil was flying everywhere.

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

"Be careful!" The shout of an engineer echoed in the earphones. After everyone retreated into the trench, he pressed the switch of the detonator: "Detonate!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" Accompanied by his warning, a series of huge explosions erupted in the trenches on the flanks. These explosions completely destroyed the trenches on the flanks, leaving only an open space densely covered with bomb craters. .

In this way, the sweepers who attacked along the trench from the flanks were cut off from the attack path, and if they wanted to attack from the flanks, they had to cross this open area full of bomb craters and soft soil.

"Set up two machine gun positions at the high point! Establish a three-dimensional gun line! Prepare anti-tank missiles! Watch out for that elusive conqueror!" Looking at the explosion scene where the soil was still falling, a squad leader in charge of flank command pointed He pointed to the commanding height behind him and ordered.