Three Hundred Suggestions
Standing at the crenel of the fort, overlooking the busy defensive positions under his feet, General Medeas ordered the staff behind him: "Buy all the mines carried by the soldiers on the beach! Stay in the middle of the minefield. Good passage... place a machine gun fulcrum at the end of the passage!"
He likes landmines very much. After all, he is a turtle general, which is completely in line with the properties of landmines. He is willing to lay mines on his defenses, use them extensively, and advocates the use of powerful new types of mines.
Frankly speaking, he is the weirdo who was given the nickname The Little Prince of Landmines by the men of Alan Hill. When he was in the exercise, he once buried a mine and blew up the staff of the 16th Army, which was on the offensive side.
"The artillery unit under the army has to cover the entire beach! I don't need to attack the enemy's warships, that's the matter of the air force, navy and coastal defense artillery! My artillery only hits the enemy on the beach! I want to suppress them. Don't get your head up, cry and shout and go back to the sea!" He pointed to the beach and continued to instruct in general.
Reckless with the methods of a reckless husband, and with a stubborn spirit, Medias has a lot of experience on the issue of how to behave. Compared with the famous futures like Modler and Wilkes, the experience is not bad at all.
In a head-to-head battle, Medeas may not be able to defeat Modlais or Wilkes, but if he is allowed to stick to it, a general like Modlais may not be able to get Medeas.
"Near the reinforced main defense line, the soldiers must form cross fire as much as possible! The enemy will not be able to cross our beach defense line for a long period of time, so the soldiers here should maintain their physical strength as much as possible and be ready to invest at any time. reinforcements."
This time, instead of bringing back the world-famous Walter or Wilkes, he placed Mediyas in the position of Ferry City, which also showed the ability of this old general.
"Here! And here! These anti-slopes are to be used as the base of the tank detachment, and the maintenance area is set up here!" He coldly ordered the staff around him to set up hidden tank positions on the anti-slope behind several highlands. , so that they can counter-charge in the first time and knock the enemy into the water.
The long sword on his waist is incompatible with the pistols worn by his staff officers, and it is also incompatible with the new military uniform on him. In fact, Ailan Hill's dress is also a saber, but the ceremonial dress of the saber has been cancelled.
The highly practical Alan Hill field training clothing, the generals are already camouflage equipment. Speaking of camouflage, it reminds me of the unreasonable insistence of His Majesty the Emperor before, and the deceptive Air Force Red Army uniform...
This incident, together with the AK-47 assault rifle, became the testimony of His Majesty the Emperor's "special hobby". No one knows what the top management thinks.
In fact, His Majesty the Emperor has no more advanced considerations at all. He simply thinks that the AK is not as good as the M4.
"Once the front line is breached, I ask the tank troops to kill from here immediately! Push the enemy back to the beach!" He made a flanking movement with his hands, and then adjusted the machine guns on the defense line with several staff officers. The firepower is deployed so that they can better cover the counter-attacking tanks.
This defensive master's thinking is extremely sinister, and the guy who studies landmines all day long is not much better. He sees his line of defense as a work of art, and he seeks a work of art without flaws.
"If the tank unit does not complete the task, then we will stop the enemy in the second position." A staff officer said, pointing to the second line of defense outlined on the map.
"After taking the first position, the enemy will definitely advance to the vicinity of my second line of defense with the fastest speed. They thought they were chasing after the victory, but in fact, I was still on the second line!" Medias sneered, then Start laying out his second line of defense.
He used a zigzag line of defense, plus some prominent machine gun fire ring fortifications, as the support for the second line of defense.
In some necessary areas, he also arranged sandbags and quick-drying concrete to strengthen the fire points on the defense line.
According to his defense plan, the enemy can only break through part of the defense line, and then form small interdigitated pockets within his defense line, so that he can let the troops close these pockets and eat the enemy inside when they counterattack.
"It's still simple and efficient cross-fire, but this section is supported by reinforced machine gun fire points... nothing fancy." A staff officer was more confident in the second line of defense, because he expected that the enemy's attack at this stage was already exhausted. .
"No matter how the demons attacked, they had at least paid more than 3,000 casualties when they got here." Medeas said: "But we can't be careless, because after all, they are demons and we need to be careful. "
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The next morning, when Medeas inspected the front-line defensive positions near the beach, he saw the bombers of the 15th Air Force flying densely over his head to the sea.
The swarms of B-17 bombers, and the P-51 Mustang fighters that were brought back, assembled into a dense formation at the height of the clouds, like wasps.
"The enemy has entered the attack range of the B-17 bomber. The air force plans to attack once to test the strength of the other party..." The Air Force liaison officer who followed the inspection position reported the news of the air force action just received.
Some of these B-17 bombers also carried Fritz-X guided bombs, which were prepared to deal with demon warships at sea. The battle will kick off in an hour, and the air forces of both sides will fight for a while to compete for air supremacy in the landing area.
"Let the soldiers take the time to rest! The enemy is about to appear!" After Medeas commanded, he continued to walk along the trench with his long sword. He waved to every soldier who passed by, talked to many regimental commanders and asked about their needs.
As an old commander who retains some traditional habits, he prefers to exchange some topics face-to-face with the soldiers, which can play a role in boosting morale and allow him to have a deeper understanding of the needs of the grass-roots officers and soldiers of his troops.
He knew that compared with those young generals who had won the trust of the soldiers, those generals who commanded the old main army and made a record, he and his troops seriously lacked confidence and cohesion, so he tried his best to use details to make up for the shortcomings in this regard, This is the wisdom of an old man.
"Strengthen and replenish 3 bases of ammunition for each troop! Let the logistics troop rush to the position! The next troop will send 3 more ammunition boxes to each machine gun position!" After listening to many opinions, he turned his head. , ordered the followers around him.
The tense atmosphere before the war was already permeating the trenches. The soldiers wearing new outfits and wearing QGF Kevlar helmets were leaning against the edge of the trenches, looking curiously at the sea level where there was nothing.
Everyone knows that it won't be long before demon troops appear there, and those demon troops are here to challenge them.
"Let those bastards come! I've been digging trenches since I got here yesterday, and it's been 27 hours! Let them come! How does I feel like I'm getting bullets!"
"Bullets? Don't worry, they stepped on the mines and rushed over. I don't know how many are left!" Another soldier wiped his AK-47 assault rifle and said with a smile without looking up.
Looking to one side along the trench, on the machine gun position protruding from the entire line of defense, the machine gun fixed on the tripod has been adjusted in position and angle.
Once an enemy is within range, it can pour out ammunition like a splash of water, drowning the enemy in a rain of bullets.
In each machine gun position, there are two such machine guns. They can cover each other or form a crossfire with the machine guns in the distance. Although the entire beach is quiet, there are terrifying traps for killing people everywhere.
Behind these soldiers, the Ferry City, which had been destroyed by the flood, stood in the mist, and the huge black king flag of Alan Hill hung on the only remaining section of the city wall, which was huge and eye-catching.
As soon as Medias returned to his headquarters in a jeep, he saw the commander of the 15th Air Force standing at the door with a gloomy face.
As soon as he saw Medeas returning from the front line, he said in a heavy tone: "We were shot down by 17 bombers, 21 fighters... The enemy this time is much stronger than what we encountered in Grecon. ."
"Losing so much? Then don't take it lightly! It's enough to maintain air dominance near the coastline... Can it be done?" General Medeas, who was more concerned about air dominance than the battle situation, asked.
"I will take off all the planes to support you in the battle!" The commander of the air force promised: "No matter how much damage is lost, we will fight to the end! But I still want to remind you that these demons are different from those in the information. They are more powerful!"
Medias nodded: "So, what advice do you have?"
"My suggestion is... use all the methods you can think of! Otherwise, we will all die here..." the commander of the air force said with a solemn expression.
Hearing what the other party said, Medeas nodded again, his expression still unpredictable: "I don't want to die, so I already prepared a telegram requesting reinforcements yesterday, and now it seems... I will send it to the general staff immediately. Department."
"Gentlemen! Don't be careless! Before the reinforcements arrive, all we have to do is to hold on to every inch of the ground..." He passed the air force commander standing at the door and entered his headquarters: "For Your Majesty! For Alan Hill!"
"Long live Alan Hill!" All the entourage and the officers in the room sang in harmony with their chins raised.
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Before I knew it, this was Chapter 300...