Four Hundred and Twenty-One Stealing

"Boom!" On the Gushan defense line, a large-caliber artillery shell landed on the position of the puppet empire, splashing a cloud of dust and a thick plume of smoke.

In the carefully arranged zigzag trenches, the dust-covered puppet soldiers held the Mauser 98K rifle in their hands in an unsmooth manner, and pulled the trigger mechanically at the distant Ailan Hill tank.

This kind of long-range shooting is of course ineffective, but they are still doing such useless things, because it is the only thing they can do.

Not far behind them, on a 130mm howitzer position, the wreckage of the artillery that had been smashed by the bomb was still paralyzed, surrounded by parts of the puppet that had been destroyed.

A broken arm still hangs from the damaged barrel of a howitzer, with the broken magic inscription clearly visible.

"What did you say? Say it again!" On the rearward position, in an inconspicuous trench, in the front-line command headquarters with a reinforced roof, a senior magician of the puppet empire grabbed the collar of his subordinates with his hands. He asked angrily, "Can you tell me that again?"

"The No. 4 Hill is lost... The soldiers of Alan Hill occupied it! I saw with my own eyes, the Eagle Flag... the Eagle Flag was planted on the No. 4 Hill!" The magician replied with a bitter face and howled. .

"Where's your troops? Where's your troops? Tell me! Where are the 500 puppets I gave you in the morning? What about 3 puppet tanks?" The senior magician pushed the opponent to the ground, his tone full of anger and Annoyed: "Say! It's only one morning! It's only one morning!"

"You promised me yourself! You told me! You can hold your position for at least three days! Three days!" He gritted his teeth, wishing to kill this useless subordinate.

Hundreds of valuable puppet soldiers, plus three more valuable puppet tanks, were lost in a single day—and, along with their garrisoned positions, were lost to Alan Hill.

Highland No. 4 is a very important commanding height in the vicinity. It is precisely because of its importance that he handed it over to his confidant. It is precisely because of its importance that he gave the few reserve forces in his hand to this confidant.

Who would have thought that this usually reliable subordinate would be so unbearable at this time, to throw away such an important defensive position so easily.

"Lord Krumman! Lord Krumman! How did I know that those bastards in Alan Hill would smash all the cannonballs on my head..." The subordinate mentioned this matter, also With a face of grievance, he cried and hugged his superior's thigh, shouting grievances.

He thought that the front-line troops of Ailan Hill would attack the outer defense line like before,

Attack No. 4 Hill without haste. But who would have thought that the style of Ailan Hill's attacking troops suddenly changed, and they rushed to the No. 4 Heights in one breath, not even giving the puppet empire the time to react.

The three-hour onslaught, coupled with the army-level artillery coverage, turned the soil on the entire No. 4 Heights over. Under such circumstances, hundreds of puppets and three light tanks would undoubtedly be unable to hold their positions.

Therefore, when Alan Hill's M4 tank rushed to Hill 4 under the cover of infantry, and planted a black eagle flag on it, this subordinate did not know that his puppet soldiers had been wiped out. .

"Now tell me what to do? Ah? What to do?" Senior Mage Kluman kicked away his confidant and whispered in despair.

He was responsible for guarding this position, commanding tens of thousands of puppet soldiers and hundreds of puppet tanks.

However, after several days of fighting, his puppets lost more than one-third, and only a dozen puppet tanks could continue to fight.

In this case, he has given up most of the peripheral defensive positions, and there are only a few horns of high ground left, which he can barely hold in his hands.

Now that he has lost Hill 4, Hill 3 and Hill 5 that Hill 4 covers are dangerous. Even his headquarters had been exposed to the direct firepower of the Alan Hill attacking force.

"Let's... let's retreat." The subordinate crawled on the ground twice, crawled back to the leg of his immediate superior, stretched out his arms and hugged it before he began to beg: "It's not that our army is incompetent! It's the firepower of Alan Hill. Too fierce!"

"Go away!" With another kick, Kluman kicked away his unsatisfactory subordinate, walking around in his command headquarters like an ant on a hot pot: "Can I retreat? Where can I retreat to? The Gushan Fortress is behind me! I am running away, can Magister Rudolph let me go? Huh?"

Having said this, he suddenly remembered something, stared at the subordinate at his feet, and asked fiercely: "I haven't settled with you yet! You gave me an idea? How did you come back? Ah? You dare to run away! Leaving without permission?"

"No! No no! I didn't! I didn't escape! I came back for reinforcements! I came back to report!" The subordinate was startled by the ferocious expression on his familiar boss's face, and quickly retracted He held his hand holding the other's calf, and swayed in the air: "I am loyal to you, and I have never had two hearts!"

"You are so loyal to me? Treat the most important task I gave you as a child's play?" Kluman was so embarrassed, he waved and slapped the other side: "Why don't you die? Die on the No. 4 high ground? Well? ?"

"I..." The subordinate trembled in despair, covering his face not knowing what to say. If he had the determination to die, how could he make such a wagging tail and beg for pity, and come here to ask for such a chance to survive?

You must know that when this troop is full, there are 10 puppet thousand-person teams, and there are as many as ten thousand-person commanders like him. now what? There are only 4 left.

Those who are not afraid of death and are willing to fight to the end have already died on the ground, how could they be alive until now?

Those who can persist until now are still alive, which ones are not those who do not want to die, and who are trying to find ways to survive everywhere?

"Boom!" Another shell fell not far away, and everyone in the headquarters felt the trembling of the ground under their feet. Just relying on this feeling, those who are familiar with the artillery shelling of Ireland Hill can judge that this is a 155mm howitzer, which is the mainstream artillery equipped by the Ireland Hill artillery.

Better troops are equipped with 155mm caliber M109 self-propelled howitzers, while poorly equipped troops generally use 155mm caliber towed howitzers.

The larger caliber 203mm howitzer is not the sound of the explosion, the sound is more intense and cruel - the smaller caliber 105mm howitzer, when the shell explodes, the ground vibration will be smaller and less obvious. .

Yes, this is all experience, the experience of being beaten - anyone who is beaten for more than a month and still not dead, no matter how stupid, will sum up some of their own experience.

For example, try to find bomb craters as much as possible to avoid the covered artillery bombardment of Ireland Hill, pay attention to air defense to avoid the bombing of the opponent's attack aircraft, etc. These are the tips of life - the tips of life on the battlefield.

Without any warning, the second shell landed in a trench near this headquarters. The explosion destroyed that trench in one fell swoop, scrapping all the puppet soldiers inside.

Along the traffic ditch, a cloud of dust rushed into the headquarters, causing all the people inside to flee in disgust.

The violent vibration caused strands of sand to fall from the top of the headquarters, and a magic lamp hanging in the center of the roof swayed, making the shadows of the people in the room like ghosts.

The third shell fell at this time and gradually moved away, making everyone feel a little more at ease. They dusted off the dust from their bodies and continued their work as usual.

Finally, when the shelling was gone, Kluman frowned and looked at his terrified subordinate who was still kneeling at his feet, tears mixed with the dust on his face, and finally he didn't want to scold him any more.

Looking at this round of artillery bombardment, maybe Alan Hill's attacking force will launch a fierce attack here very quickly. He is not sure how long his position will last, so he is also very flustered now, where is he going? Take care to reprimand his subordinates.

He vented for the last time and gave the other party a hard kick, and then he ordered impatiently: "Don't hurry up and get up!"

Hearing this sentence, the subordinates felt like being amnesty, and quickly got up from the ground, ignoring the dust on the magic robes on their bodies, bowing their heads and thanking them: "Yes! Thank you! Thank you!"

"Hurry up and pack up! Take all the important things away! Burn all the maps!" He walked to his desk and instructed several magicians in the headquarters, "Hurry up!"

Everyone knew that this was preparations before leaving, so everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the expressions on their faces became lighter - as long as they were not allowed to stay in this damn place, everything was easy to say.

These people began to pack up the things in front of them in a hurry, and randomly discarded some unimportant things at their feet. In an instant, the entire headquarters became a mess.

Kluman looked at his subordinates who were still mourning just now, but was silent for a while. He snorted coldly and said, "Don't pretend to be dead! You think of a way to go back to the fortress. , how to explain to Magister Rudolph!"

"Yes! Yes! My lord, let's just say that..." When the subordinate heard the question, he immediately became energized, and began to come up with ideas with a smile on his face.

About a kilometer away from this headquarters, in another headquarters, a magician swallowed the prepared poison and closed his eyes. A few dozen meters away from him, an Alan Hill tank knocked down the flagpole of the puppet empire that was stuck on the ground...