One Thousand Five Hundred and Eighty Victory in Sight

In the underground headquarters, Andre was sitting in front of the map table, looking at the holographic map in a daze. The watchman's troops were attacking the core areas. These areas were the strongest fortresses, and the enemy would have to pay a heavy price for every step forward.

Almost all bunkers and bunkers are connected by underground tunnels, and some even have railway tracks laid, and subways can be used.

These core underground fortifications are even a headache for the watchers, because the troops of the Alan Hill Empire are hidden inside, like a group of ants.

The adjutant came over and reported to Andrehui with regret: "General! We just lost the last fighter jet... The air force ground crew is already transferring spare parts and maintenance equipment."

"Okay, I see." Andre nodded slightly, he knew that everything is now heading towards the direction of final collapse.

The Higgs 5 planetary battle has reached this point, in fact, it has reached the end of the mountain, and unless a miracle happens, these troops will be swallowed up by the watchers here.

Unless Chris spends energy to open a magic eye to pick them up, unless the space fleet of the Elan Hill Empire once again fights back against the loss and sends another batch of troops to land.

Otherwise, Andre will follow the pre-designed script and become the first real senior general of the Alan Hill Empire killed in this war.

Of course, there is also General Adair of the Dragon Clan, but in terms of positions, Adair and Andre are still one level behind.

Andre is a lieutenant general of the empire, and Adair is a major general of the empire—if two people are killed in battle, Andre may be promoted to a general of the empire, while Adair can only be posthumously awarded the rank of lieutenant general of the empire.

The adjutant paused for a moment, and then continued: "Also, General Adair has been fighting alone on Height 12 for a whole day. Do you want reinforcements?"

Andre froze for a moment, then nodded, and ordered: "Organize some troops to go there, and draw from the ground crew and other personnel."

"Yes! General!" The adjutant stood at attention and saluted, then turned and walked out.

...

"Boom!" In the huge underground air-raid shelter several stories high, behind stacked sandbags, an officer in an air force uniform was carrying an M4 assault rifle, watching the explosion not far away.

He turned around and shouted to a ground crew sergeant who was loading the rocket launcher beside him: "Hurry up, one more shot, those sweepers are going to attack through the entrance!"

"I'm a helicopter repairer! Damn!" The clone ground crew with a QR code on his forehead pushed the rocket into the bazooka,

While shouting loudly: "Why don't you give me a disposable bazooka?"

The bazooka in his hand is an old-fashioned RPG rocket, an obsolete stock from before the Alan Hill Empire. Compared with those bazookas that are thrown away after one use, it is obviously not so easy to operate.

"Quick! They're coming!" The air force officer squinted his eyes through the gaps in the sandbags, and saw a black energy ball flying in from the tumbling smoke, directly hitting a piece of sandbags, blowing away the back of several soldiers.

"Thuk chug!" Not far away, a soldier picked up his M4 assault rifle and fired at the dust and smoke in the distance. He didn't retract until he ran out of magazines.

"Damn it! Let's fire another rocket!" The soldiers behind the sandbags on the other side saw that the sweepers had rushed out, and shouted loudly while firing.

Accompanied by his shout, behind the air force officer, the ground service sergeant who carried the bazooka on his shoulder again aimed at the direction of the tunnel marked with the entrance.

"Huh!" He pulled the trigger, and the rocket's tail flame rolled behind him. The RPG rocket rolled in a circle during its flight before exploding farther down the tunnel, sending up more smoke.

"Boom!" A Sweeper soldier who rushed in poked his head out from his hiding place, and shot an energy ball at the human defensive position.

This mass of energy exploded near a container where humans were hiding, blowing away the sandbags that were used as shelters, and also blowing up half of the container.

The bottled drinking water stored in the container was scattered on the ground, and the water from the broken bottle flowed along the ground, washing away the blood that hadn't dried up on the side.

Inside the blasted sandbags, the filled rice grains poured down like gravel. Before these hoarded war preparations were exhausted, the enemy had already attacked.

"Medical soldier! Medical soldier!" In the corner, a soldier knelt on one knee, pressed his hand on his bleeding comrade, and called out loudly.

It's a pity that no one answered his call, and the battlefield still echoed with fierce gunshots and explosions from time to time.

"Hold on! Dude! Hold on!" The soldier, whose palms were already stained red with blood, watched helplessly as his comrade-in-arms died spitting out blood.

While weeping, he pressed his hand on the tactical vest pierced by shrapnel on his comrade-in-arms. Blood spurted from between his fingers, trickled down the cracks between the magazines, and soaked the camouflage uniform.

In the end, the blood stopped gushing out like a spring, and the tense palm finally dropped down and hit the stone floor.

The soldier with sticky blood on his hands raised his head, and before he could stand up, he was hit in the body by an energy bomb that hit him head-on.

"Boom!" An explosion devoured him and the corpses under his feet, and the bloody and broken limbs flew in all directions, splashing everywhere.

"Ah!" Behind the temporary position near the entrance, a sweeper rushed into the temporarily dug trench. He pierced a soldier's chest with his blade-like fingers, causing the soldier to scream hysterically.

"Grenade!" An officer not far from the trench retracted his head, and shouted at the soldiers around him while changing the magazine.

Several soldiers pulled off the grenades on their chests at the same time, pulled out the safety ring, and threw them towards the trench. At the feet of the soldiers who were firing back in that trench, grenades rolled and fell to the ground.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" A series of earth-shaking explosions reverberated throughout the underground bunker, and the dust that was raised filled the air, and everything seemed to be silent.

"Tut, chug!" A second later, the assault rifle fired again, breaking the moment of tranquility.

"Is the machine gun position on the second floor still unable to fire?" Amid the dust, the air force commander looked at the corridor on the second floor surrounding the hall on the left, where there should have been a machine gun position.

This position flanked the entrance, and was condescending. If this position opened fire again, they would be able to regain their advantage, and the enemy would certainly be pushed back to the entrance.

It's a pity that the position was blown up by the watchman's troops just now, and it has not been repaired until now.

"Five people have already gone up, maybe the machine gun is broken!" The ground sergeant who took out the last rocket from the ammunition box under his feet also looked in the direction of the second floor and replied with a loud voice.

"If the reinforcements don't come, we're all going to die here today!" the officer said, pointing in the direction of the entrance.

There, the army of sweepers has swarmed in, and some defensive positions in front have been lost one after another.

They are not regular combat troops, and their combat literacy is definitely not high. It is actually a miracle that such a temporary army can last until this time.

"Long live the Alan Hill Empire!" When the air force officer spoke, a hysterical shout came from the direction of the entrance.

Accompanied by that shout, the sound of seven or eight grenades exploding in succession resounded throughout the underground fortification.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Obviously, the grenades in an ammunition box seemed to have been detonated. Just like the firecrackers set off during the New Year, they exploded continuously.

"I'm X!" Holding the big-brimmed hat on top of his head with his hands, the Air Force officer cursed and shrank his neck, letting the diffuse smoke swallow everything nearby.

"Bullets! I need bullets!" No longer able to see clearly what was happening around, someone shouted nervously in the tumbling smoke.

Similarly, in another direction, there are soldiers calling out for their comrades: "Medical soldier! Someone is injured! Medical soldier!"

"Thuk Thut!" On the circular corridor on the second floor, gunshots sounded again, and the reinforcements finally arrived at this desperate moment.

The logistics troops carrying rifles and ammunition filed in through the tunnel on the other side, and several regular soldiers wearing power armor interspersed among them.

"Establish crossfire at high altitude!" An army commander hunched over and ran behind a bunker, ordering to the soldiers carrying machine guns behind them.

Several soldiers nodded slightly, then carried their weapons and rushed up to the second floor with the deputy shooter carrying ammunition.

On the front, several soldiers in power mechas were walking like flying with electromagnetic rifles in their hands, quickly forming an inner arc-shaped defense line.

The bullets coming from all directions defeated the sweepers near the tunnel, and after dropping hundreds of corpses of the sweepers, the opponent's attack finally came to a halt.

"Now you belong to my 5117th Armored Division!" The gunfire gradually died down, and the army commander found the air force officer who was helping to bandage the wound of a wounded man.

Although the military rank is obviously higher than that of the Air Force officers, it is a pity that there is no Air Force on the Higgs 5 now.

The air force officer nodded, then heaved a sigh of relief and said, "It's finally your turn! I'm an air force commander... I can't do this at all... Just treat me like a soldier."

"I'll leave it to you!" The army commander pointed to the corridor on the second floor above his head. "Think of a way to build more positions. The more three-dimensional the firepower, the better the effect of our defense."

"It's useless. Soon they will come in from all directions through the wall. This is how our defense line was breached before." The air force officer reminded with a wry smile.

"I know that the opponent will attack us from the side, top and bottom of the wall, but we are not vegetarian." The army commander pointed to a jeep driving through the tunnel behind him, and said with a smile.

The jeep, surrounded by two rows of soldiers, was loaded with dangerous C4 explosives. That was their last resort, and also the most effective one.

"When we can't hold on anymore, we will detonate this..." The army commander grandly introduced his "super weapon": "Don't worry! When these things explode, all the nearby tunnels will collapse and be destroyed. If you don't eat it for ten days , they will not be able to eat the next underground bunker node!"

"Ha! That's not bad! Let's go, go to the second floor!" The air force commander nodded in satisfaction, and then walked up to the half-collapsed stairs with the ground service officer carrying a bazooka.

...

A medical soldier was wrapping gauze around his thick arm, and Adair waited expressionlessly for the other party to heal his arm, listening to the dense explosions outside.

The enemy's bombardment began to become more intensive than that of the Alan Hill Empire. This may be the most terrifying fire coverage bombardment that Adair has ever seen.

Prowler fighter jets hovered in the sky. As long as they found a target, they would swoop down and launch a fierce attack, as terrifying as vultures looking for food.

At the same time, the Crusher bomber, as if it were an AC-130 aerial gunship, also lingered. They also launched an attack on the ground, suppressing the artillery fire of the Alan Hill Empire.

In the absence of anti-aircraft artillery cover, the artillery of the Irish Empire no longer dared to fire to cover its own frontline troops. Because once fired, they are likely to be killed.

Adair fought alone several times, destroying quite a few Prowler fighters and Crusher bombers. But such a counterattack will not help. Gathering experts to carry out a counterattack will only cause more soldiers to die on the way to the counterattack.

"General!" An officer walked into the room, stood at attention and saluted, and handed a telegram to Adair: "Commander-in-Chief Andrei has called, ordering you to retreat to the fortress on Height No. 9!"

"I see." Adair looked at the gauze on his arm, and sighed long: "Order the troops to assemble, and take the subway train waiting here to Height 9. The wounded and medical soldiers get on the train first, and I Cut it off yourself."

"Yes! General!" The officer delivering the letter stood at attention and saluted again, and went to convey Adair's order.

"Highland No. 9... If you go back, it will be the core fortress..." Adair stood up and sighed in a voice that only he could hear.

Not far away from him, another officer lowered his head and muttered in a similarly low voice: "What two years and one year... the huge Higgs 5 lasted for less than 5 months! "

In the middle of the smashed concrete fortifications of a highland fortress about 2 kilometers away from the No. 12 highland, the erected flagpole fell straight, and the scarred black eagle flag was torn apart by a group of sweepers.

A sweeper commander looked at the human positions in the distance among the densely packed army, and let out an ugly laugh: "Victory...is in sight!"