One Thousand Six Hundred Thirty-Three Eating Meat

Looking at the crater in front of him and an empty ammunition box next to the crater, the young officer raised his head and looked at the officer beside him: "Some things are confidential, and I can't tell a commander of your level, But I can seriously tell you that it makes sense to stay here, we already have a super weapon to turn the tide of the battle."

It is true that things about Taiyi cannot be easily announced to every soldier fighting on the front line, but such rumors can still be spread casually.

In short, it is a good thing to give some hope to the frontline troops, so the secretive Taiyi has also begun to become the hope of many soldiers.

Sure enough, the frontline commander nodded and said, "I heard the rumors too, but... is it really that effective? I have actually fought these damned guards face to face, so I don't think , there is something that can really weaken these goddamn bastards."

The young officer is from the headquarters, but his rank is slightly higher. He smiled and comforted him: "Don't be discouraged! I've said it all, and I'm telling you seriously, our super weapon has been designed and built!"

The frontline officer continued to nod, and said with emotion: "This is really great, maybe... it's the only good news I've heard in the past few days."

Speaking of this, the various damn reports he heard in the past few days really appeared in his mind.

In front of his eyes, he seemed to see a young face with a bandage on his head, standing in front of him and shouting loudly: "Sir! Height No. 4 has been breached! The 2nd Battalion is finished! The 2nd Battalion has lost contact! Reinforcements Woolen cloth?"

"Hilsey is wounded! He can't keep his arm!" Such a shout came from his ear, and there seemed to be a young medical soldier in front of him, who was pressing the broken arm of a wounded man with both hands.

In an instant, he saw another veteran wandering back and forth in the trench, lowering his head and muttering non-stop. His muttering words were even so clear: "Damn! Who saw my fingers? Where are my fingers?" ? Be careful! My finger was stepped on! Damn it!"

"Thug Chug!" Then, he saw a machine gunner pulling the trigger in the bunker, and the machine gun kept roaring: "Ammunition! We are out of ammunition! Sir! Where are the reinforcements? The machine gun is out of ammunition !"

Then, he saw a black energy ball flying in from the perforation of the machine gun bunker, and exploded in front of the machine gun shooter.

Flames were flying everywhere, he struggled to get up, and saw the destroyed electromagnetic machine gun, and the scattered corpses beside it.

he rushed over,

He picked up the upper body of the shooter who was yelling for ammunition just now, because the lower body of the shooter had disappeared.

As the commander, he just hugged his subordinate like this, listening to the last murmur of this soldier: "Please... please... take my body... take it back... take it back... burn it... don't , don’t let them eat me...don’t.”

Suddenly, he felt someone pushing him, his consciousness finally came back, and he looked at the young officer who pushed him with his hand in embarrassment.

The young officer seemed to change the subject on purpose, and started talking about Operation Long Sword: "After Operation Long Sword, our place will become the front line again...We must take advantage of this opportunity to quickly strengthen the fortifications."

This plan was drawn up by General Medias himself, using the troops of 4 armored divisions to break into the enemy's line of defense from both wings and carry out a medium-scale partial counterattack.

The purpose of the counterattack is to relieve the defensive pressure on the frontier defense line, so that the follow-up troops have sufficient time to repair the fortifications, and then prepare for the next round of defensive deployment.

According to the plan, the four armored divisions counterattacking would consume one-third of their strength during the attack.

The remaining troops will retreat to the defensive position where the counterattack begins, and reinforce the infantry on the defense line as a fire support point.

The offensive plan lasted for a total of 3 days. After 3 days, the armored forces would begin to retreat no matter where they advanced.

Responsible for covering the attack of the armored troops is the main force of the heavy armored grenadiers of the Alan Hill Empire, assisted by senior magicians, and their combat effectiveness is very strong.

These troops were also responsible for breaking the rear after the armored troops began to retreat. They had to retreat alone on the fourth day, and at the same time they had to face the army of watchmen who counterattacked like a tide!

In short, this is almost a defensive counterattack in exchange for a certain amount of space and time with troops, and the effect depends on the subsequent battlefield situation.

However, Medias was determined to launch a counterattack, because he always believed that blindly defending would not be able to cause trouble for the enemy and limit the opponent's attack intentions.

An occasional counterattack will make the opponent's offense more cautious, which is helpful for later defensive deployment.

So after mobilizing thousands of cannons, hundreds of rocket launchers, and thousands of tanks, Operation Long Sword kicked off.

Judging from the first day of the offensive, the effect is very obvious-the watchmen who have been attacking recently obviously did not realize that the enemy would carry out such a large-scale local counterattack, and the attacking troops immediately fell into chaos.

After a hedging melee between the two sides, the Irish Empire troops successfully completed the offensive plan and even advanced 30 kilometers forward.

"Yeah, then the engineering troops will come up and start to strengthen the entire defense line. This is a matter for robots, and we can only coordinate on the sidelines." The frontline commander looked at more and more engineering puppets and said.

These engineering puppets are responsible for digging trenches, reinforcing some bunkers, and helping with some chores after the follow-up engineering vehicles come up.

Now, these puppets are responsible for cleaning up the battlefield, picking out the shrapnel in the soil and other substances that the sweepers can eat, and transporting them to the rear for unified processing.

Then, they would use sandbags to reinforce the trenches, re-dug new trench bunkers, and then do some camouflage.

"The attack on the two wings will force the guards to retreat, but their retreat is only temporary. Once our armored troops are forced to retreat, they will immediately press up." The young officer pointed to the open space in front: "Come again , they will only have more..."

The frontline commander nodded and said in agreement: "This is the first time I have encountered such a difficult enemy. They seem to be really endless, and they don't care about their losses at all."

"Any enemy is endless! At least the knowledge we have learned tells us that it is impossible for the Watcher troops to emerge for no reason!" The young officer said: "I came from the staff this time to see for myself On the battlefield, try to make your own plan more perfect."

The front-line officers, as subordinates, invited the younger officers with higher ranks: "Would you like to have some food here? Although our food at the front line is not as good as that at the rear, it is still within the acceptable range."

The young officer waved his hand and agreed, "Hahaha! Am I so delicate? Let's go! Go to the cafeteria and see what you have for lunch today."

The two walked through most of the defensive positions one after the other, and the passing soldiers saluted the two of them one after another, and they also earnestly returned the salute to these ordinary soldiers who fought bloody for the Alan Hill Empire.

After passing through a traffic trench, a 155mm howitzer protected by sandbag fortifications appeared in front of them.

After a long battle, the military of the Alan Hill Empire found that they were more and more forced to face fixed position defensive battles, rather than the advance combat offensives they were familiar with before.

In such defensive operations, the enemy does not have ballistic radars and computers, so they do not need to equip expensive self-propelled artillery that wastes production capacity.

As a result, many outdated designs of 155mm towed howitzers were taken out again, and after production, they were equipped with many non-main forces.

Ammunition boxes were piled up next to the artillery, and there were some messy living supplies on both sides of the gun mount. There are boxes of instant noodles and plastic bags for some bread.

There were even two sweat-soaked military jackets hanging from the pole supporting the camouflage net.

Two shirtless young soldiers and some others were resting on sandbags when they saw the officer pass by and stood up quickly.

After passing these artillery positions, they passed an almost intact concealed line of defense, which is probably the second fortification of the defense in depth.

Then, they continued to walk back, which led to a camp of some field vehicles.

"Bathhouse... No way, in order to ensure the sanitation of the camp and minimize the outbreak of the plague, these supporting facilities are indispensable." The frontline officer briefly introduced the function of this camp, and then continued to move forward.

The young officer saw the working generator and the water pipes connected to the large tents. Presumably those large tents were built for bathing.

Compared with those years ago, this condition is so good that it is enviable-a few decades ago, the army of the human empire was not even able to take a bath, but it was even a problem to eat.

"Okay, we're here!" Seeing a sign for an underground bunker, the frontline commander smiled, pointed to the place, and explained, "Before this was an underground ammunition depot. When the ammunition ran out, it was transformed into a cafeteria. .”

After he finished speaking, he pointed to the other side: "There are two in total. One ammunition depot has been transformed into a hospital, and the other has become a canteen."

While talking, he walked down the slightly dim corridor, but after passing through the corridor, the inside of the ammunition depot really looked like a hole in the sky.

The brightly lit hall was filled with folded tables and chairs. Although it was not time to eat, it was still about two-thirds full.

After all, this is a war zone, and the eating time cannot be completely regular. Some people eat at noon, and some people eat at two o'clock in the afternoon...Of course, when the enemy comes up, it is impossible to determine when to eat.

Therefore, as long as there is time, the military unit will send some people to eat in the cafeteria. After all, you can eat hot and fresh meals here, which can improve the food and relax your mood. Compared with eating casually at the front line, the experience is much better.

"It smells...not bad." The young officer took the production plate from a service puppet robot, smiled at the frontline commander, and then walked to the window for cooking.

Soldiers are not required to stand up and salute in the cafeteria, because officers pass by from time to time, and always standing up and saluting really affects the efficiency of eating. So here, it is rare for soldiers to sit quietly and let the officers pass by.

In the huge cafeteria, the sound of spoons clinking against plates was heard one after another, and a pleasant smell of rice wafted in the air.

The young officer walked to the dining window in the mess hall and handed out his plate. The other party took the dinner plate, looked at the epaulettes on the officer's shoulders, took a spoon full of braised meat in the insulated tray, and put it in the dinner plate, then took another spoonful of potatoes, and another spoonful of vegetables. leaf.

Finally, after putting a spoonful of soup made from bland vegetable leaves on top of the meal, the canteen master handed the tray back to the young officer.

Looking at the messy trays, the young officer frowned involuntarily. The food he had in the staff department was much more decent than here.

But he knew that he shouldn't worry about this at this time, because he walked along and saw that many soldiers' dinner plates did not actually have braised pork cubes.

So, he took the plate, found an empty seat, sat down, bowed his head and started eating. After taking this bite, he finally realized that in fact, the taste of the food here can only be described as mediocre.

"No way, there were still some good things before." The commander on the front line sat down and explained with a smile: "Because there is a problem with the supply chain, the food supply level has been reduced."

"I know...there's something wrong with the supply and transportation...but I didn't expect it to have such a big impact." The young staff officer looked at the opponent's tray and found that there were fewer pieces of braised pork in the opponent's tray than his plate half.

"Not bad! Anyway, there are plenty of instant noodles and ham sausages, as many as you want." The commander smiled: "It's much better than before."

He paused, and continued to explain: "For the operation of the long sword, the transport troops have been rushing to replenish fuel and ammunition recently, so the food here is like this. It doesn't matter, it will be improved in two days. .”

"You eat, I didn't move." The young officer pointed to the meat on his tray with a spoon, and said to the commander: "The food in our officers' canteen is better, I can go back and eat."

"If you say that, then I won't be polite." The commander didn't refuse, and dug the meat into his own plate: "To be honest, I haven't eaten meat like this for a long time! Hahaha!"