1608 The Front Line Is Dangerous

On Higgs 3, Medias picked up a sandwich and gobbled it up. Beside him is a parapet made of sandbags, and on the other side is the enemy's position.

After repeated demonstrations and observations, the troops of the Alan Hill Empire discovered a rogue trick against the Watchers.

When they built the fortifications, they used special sandbags made of polymer materials, which were filled with nearby soil and sand.

The guardians of such fortifications can hardly swallow them. Although they can eat sandbags, they cannot swallow the sand inside to obtain energy.

In this way, some of the lines of defense established by the Alan Hill Empire will not provide nourishment to the watchers, and fundamentally reduce the opponent's ability to devour the enemy and increase their own strength.

"General! The 3012th Armored Division is conducting an assault 12 kilometers away. They have cut into the guard's line of defense from the flanks. The opponent has dispatched conquerors and destroyers. The battle is going on fiercely." The adjutant handed a water bottle to Maddie Yass, open the report.

Medias nodded, looking at the nearby holographic map image projected by the portable map device in front of him, planning an offensive deployment in his mind for a while.

This is a relatively open terrain, in fact most of the terrain here is relatively open.

The ground forces of the Alan Hill Empire and the ground forces of the Watcher fought five times here. The fierce battle has turned this place into the surface of the moon, with craters everywhere, and the original appearance can no longer be seen.

The original mound has now been plowed into flat land by repeated explosions, the original flat land has become a depression, and the original stream has even been diverted.

"Later, the 3158th Infantry Division will conduct a short raid near here. If it goes well, we can take down a mound on the other side." Medias pointed at the holographic map.

After finishing speaking, Medias picked up the water bottle, took a sip, and returned the water bottle to his adjutant: "You know the reason why I came here. The enemy army just increased its nearby troops yesterday."

"Yes, General." The adjutant smiled and took the kettle: "But you still don't need to come to the front line in person."

"Don't worry, it's impossible for the guards to know that I can watch the battle directly from such a close distance. The chances are running out." Medias smiled and stuffed the last bite of the sandwich into his mouth.

Although it seems that the sandwiches he eats are very simple, they are made with great care. The muscles used in the sandwiches must be selected from good chicken breasts, and then marinated with a secret sauce overnight to make them fully tasty. Then fry it that morning. The sweet potatoes and purple potatoes inside also need to be steamed and then crushed carefully. Slice the tomatoes and wash the lettuce.

The dishes inside are one layer on the left and one layer on the right. The first layer is cheese slices produced on the Hanhai 13 planet, and then put tomatoes and eggs in turn, sandwiched with toast.

Then put lettuce, fried chicken and caviar that Madillas likes to eat on the second slice of purple potato toast. Then cover the third piece of toast and heat it with a special machine before you're done.

After all, the commander-in-chief of the frontline troops at the level of Medias, no matter how simple the food he eats, must reflect his identity.

"Huh!" When he was eating the last sandwich, dozens of 30 helicopters with roaring engines passed over his head, and then countless rockets landed on the enemy's defensive position.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Because the distance was less than 2 kilometers, Medias could hear the rocket explosion clearly.

Even some stones that were blown away by the explosion tumbled and fell to a place only a few tens of meters away from the garrison position of the Alan Hill Empire troops.

Accompanied by the explosion, the sand that was thrown into the air slowly fell like cotton wool. After dozens of seconds, there were a large number of stones and shrapnel.

It fell from the air crackling.

The explosion shook the surrounding area. Before the huge noise had completely stopped, the heavy armored grenadiers of the 3158th Infantry Division had already rushed out of the trenches and started a new round of attacks.

"Forward! For His Majesty the Emperor!" The commander in charge took firm steps and walked towards the enemy's position step by step with his electromagnetic rifle in hand.

More soldiers jumped out of the trench with their weapons in hand, and a large-scale attack kicked off.

"Boom!" In the sky, countless accompanying drones are like swarms of bees, swarming in groups like dark clouds that are constantly changing shapes.

These drones will gather in the sky, and as long as they find a target on the ground, they will swoop down and start a suicide attack.

So, where there was no angle to attack the attacking infantry of the Alan Hill Empire, the sweeper infantry of the watchmen began to fire into the sky, trying to shoot down the drones that gave them a headache.

Their attacks are actually effective, because there are too many and too dense drones, and the black energy group attacks of the sweepers have a certain breadth, so they can often hit those flying drones.

A dwarf in heavy armor picked up the grenade launcher, aimed it at the reverse slope, and pulled the trigger. His huge mortar-like grenade launcher, fed by a belt, can hardly be described as crude.

The recoil of that thing is huge, making it almost inaccurate to speak of, but its special ballistics can indeed make up for the lack of electromagnetic rifles, so every infantry company has an establishment.

"Ah! Hahahaha! Let them taste the power of the dwarf grandfather!" With a heroic smile, the dwarf kept pouring his ammunition on the reverse slope regardless of his care.

The bullet chain was pulled into the grenade launcher, and one after another, the grenade fell to the invisible back of the reverse slope.

The other side of the backslope has been completely covered by the explosion. Groups of sweepers, who had just been baptized by armed helicopters and managed to survive, now had to face a second disaster.

Ever since, these sweepers crossed the ridgeline and began to counterattack the soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire on the other side.

"For God's will!" A sweeper shouted loudly, just after rushing over the ridge, he was smashed in the head by an incoming electromagnetic bullet.

He lay down straight and didn't even have time to scream. Immediately afterwards, more sweepers rushed out, desperately firing at the attacking troops of the Alan Hill Empire.

"What about the supporting tank units? Don't let our infantry lose too much." Medias held a telescope and ordered the commander of the 3158th Division beside him.

"The 1st Battalion of the 2nd Regiment of the 3004 Armored Division has joined the battle, over there!" Pointing to the other direction of the battlefield, the commander of the 3158th Division replied.

"Oh?" Medias adjusted his viewing angle and looked at the other side of the battlefield through the binoculars.

really. Over there, you can see electromagnetic tanks on the flanks, firing non-stop towards the Watcher's troops.

"The attack of the 3012 Armored Division has attracted the idea of ​​​​the nearby Watcher troops. The main force of the opponent should have gone there now, and the battle here is expected to end soon. If there is no accident, we will meet with the other side in the afternoon. The 3520 Division will join forces." The commander of the 3158 Division introduced.

"In this way, we have probably created an encirclement circle of about 30 kilometers in length and width, and about 30,000 troops of the opponent will be wiped out in this encirclement circle." After he finished speaking, he waited for further orders from Medias.

"Just follow the pre-plan, there's no need to overdo it." Medias' words let the other party breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, it is very disgusting to leapfrog command and interfere with the decision-making of frontline commanders. Most people don't like being told what to do, not even by their boss.

"Huh?" Just when the old general Medias was about to watch the fierce battle on the other side of the battlefield, he felt a slight vibration under his feet.

He frowned slightly, then looked down at his feet, then he realized something, and looked at the commander of Division 3158: "Are these damn watchmen good at digging?"

"That's right." At this time, he also felt the vibration coming from his feet, and the face of the commander of the 3158th Division became serious.

After answering Mediath's question, he grabbed the phone next to him: "Let the reserve team go forward! The enemy may be approaching our starting position underground!"

"Alert! Guards! Alert!" The adjutant had already pulled out his gun from his waist, and shouted loudly at the guards of the headquarters staying in the trench.

And those heavy armored grenadiers who were in charge of guarding with weapons first clustered around Medias, and built a small fortification around him.

"Get them out! The concussion bomb explodes!" A leading guard commander waved his hand at his subordinates, motioning him to fire his weapon.

At this moment, Medias, who was wearing a bulletproof vest, had already taken over the noise-canceling headphones from his adjutant.

Several grenadiers pressed the detonators, and the bombs that were pre-buried around the position to prevent the opponent from attacking from the ground began to explode one after another.

These bombs formed a ring, and their main explosion impacts were aimed at the ground, so although the ground was full of dust, it was not as tragic as imagined.

Amidst the rising dust, a Sweeper soldier rushed out of the ground, baring his teeth and claws, and threw himself at the nearest heavy grenadier.

"Tug, tug!" The grenadiers who had been on alert for a long time opened fire immediately, and the stormy ammunition smashed the sweepers who rushed out of the ground into a sieve.

One after another, the corpses rolled to the feet of the grenadiers, but none of them survived to continue to cause damage to the grenadiers.

"Attention! Flamethrower!" A heavily armored grenadier with a pressure tank on his back, under the cover of his teammates, walked to the front of the big pit where the sweepers rushed out of the ground. He reminded everyone loudly, and then said to Pulled the trigger while looking at the big hole.

"Huh!" The huge flame rushed directly into the cave, illuminating the dark cave and igniting everything inside.

A sweeper with flames rushed out of the hole, then rolled violently on the ground, and finally remained motionless.

Then before the second sweeper rushed out with flames, the grenadier with the flamethrower started a new round of burning at the hole.

"Huh!" Fiery flames once again swept through the entire cave, and about tens of meters away from the entrance of the cave, another sweeper broke through the ground.

"Tug, tut!" Because the distance was farther, the grenadiers of the Elland Hill Empire fired more calmly, intercepting the intruders who were trying to approach.

And those intruders finally stabilized their positions, and began to shoot at the soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire with black energy bombs.

A ball of energy hit the position of the Alan Hill Empire, knocked up several sandbags, and blew up a clone soldier wearing a power mech.

And soon, in the direction where the black energy hit, several shells from the Alan Hill Empire fell, and the explosion shook the sky.

"Commander, this place is not safe anymore! You must leave here!" The commander of the guard force looked down at the somewhat embarrassed Medias and suggested.

"General! If you continue to stay here, I can only let the reserve team stay to protect your safety." The commander of the 3158th Division also persuaded.

"Okay! It seems that I can't stand the excitement." Medias also felt that his presence would make his subordinates fearful and unable to let go.

So he looked at his adjutant and ordered, "Let's go, I think we should leave here."

"Armored vehicles! Armored vehicles! The general retreated along the traffic trench to the No. 3 reception point! Be alert around and pay attention to air defense!" While waving to his soldiers, signaling them to follow and retreat, the commander of the guard commanded through the radio: "Switch the highest level communication channel! Change the communication encryption algorithm!"

"Communication encryption changed! Communication encryption changed!" In the headset, the echo of the armored vehicle response unit came: "Here is the armored vehicle unit of the headquarters! We are heading to the No. 3 location! The No. 3 location! Repeat! The No. 3 location!"

Behind the entire line of defense, on the back of a reverse slope, armored vehicles drove rapidly one after another, and then stopped suddenly.

The rear doors of the front and rear armored vehicles with weapon stations opened the moment they stopped, and heavy armored grenadiers jumped out of the vehicles one after another.

Above the convoy, defensive drones and surveillance drones circled alternately.

The penultimate vehicle of the entire convoy is a dedicated anti-aircraft missile launch vehicle. This armored vehicle is not manned. Its body contains 16 high-speed anti-aircraft missiles arranged vertically.

"We're ready!" said an officer leaning out of the armored vehicle, holding the headset hanging on his ear.