Chapter 810: The Mountain of Bones 19

"Charge forward! Seize the stronghold!"

"quick!!"

The cavalry of the Yan Army galloped wildly on the battlefield where flames were raging, shouting non-stop, while the main force of infantry attacked the Gothic fortresses from all directions in the form of skirmish lines.

Although the bombing had been going on for several hours, these bunkers and fortresses still stood firm. Now they have become the most difficult strongholds for the Yan Army to conquer. Since the Heinrich Military Base is close to the Enzos Mountains, when the base was built, the Golts used the red sandstone mined from the mountains as building materials. These red sandstones are not only hard but also resistant to corrosion, making them excellent military building materials.

For this reason, in terms of solidity, the bunkers here are far superior to the fortifications in the seaport. It is only because of the difficulty in transportation that they have not been popularized in military fortresses throughout the country. However, the holy city of Salivia, as the core of the Delta Federation, has its city walls "St. Marin's Wall" built of red sandstone.

The construction of the Saint Marin Wall began before von Palen ascended the throne, and it was not until nine years after von Palen ascended the throne that the Saint Marin Wall surrounding the entire Salvia was completely built. This was a huge project that took more than ten years and mobilized a lot of manpower and material resources. This wall also became the strongest defense barrier in Salvia. It was named "Saint Marin" because the goddess Saint Marin symbolizes "protection" and "peace."

And now, the outer wall of the bunker, which was built with the same material, was gradually dyed bright by the blood flowing from above.

"Bang bang bang!"

Dark red sand and gravel splashed out. In front of the shooting window of the bunker, some Gothic soldiers were hit by stray bullets and fell in front of the window. The people inside could not care too much and directly pulled down their dead companions in front of them, and took over from them to shoot at the Yan soldiers below.

Being inside a sturdy bunker and being attacked from above, the Gothic soldiers had a great advantage. However, no one was happy because there were too many enemies at the moment. They came from all directions, looking for every breakthrough to launch a strong attack, and dense bullets kept firing at the bunker windows.

Every time they were reloading bullets, they would see the Yanbing moving a long distance forward, which made the soldiers even more flustered and they could only yell at the artillerymen to fire quickly.

The artillerymen did try their best to do so. They had sufficient ammunition and a considerable number of artillery pieces, but the enemy's scattered positions made it difficult for their shells to exert their maximum power.

Finally, when more and more Yan soldiers approached the bunker and were about to rush in, the defenders could only use their last killing move. Barrels of flammable oil were thrown down. The barrels shattered after hitting the ground, and the Gothic soldiers quickly threw down torches.

With a "whoosh" sound!

In an instant, a raging fire spread below, and the attacking Yan soldiers were burned to ashes, which made the soldiers in the bunker laugh crazily.

However, the crazy laughter did not last long. In places where the flames had not yet burned, more Yan soldiers were constantly killing Gothic soldiers outside the bunker. The bunker engulfed in flames had its retreat blocked.

The smoke was still spreading on the battlefield. Not only did it not dissipate, but it became thicker and thicker. From the thick smoke, the soldiers in the bunker found that more and more enemies were showing up in the smoke.

The large-scale casualties did not seem to have much impact on them, the fierce flames did not scare them away, and the corpses on the ground did not stop them for even a second.

"We are fighting something..." Inside the bunker, a soldier who had run out of bullets collapsed on the ground, groaning in despair with lifeless eyes.

Half past two in the afternoon.

Outside the bunker, the hunters led by Carter had already joined the battlefield. Just as Brewster had ordered before, Carter led the hunters to cut into the attacking Yan Army formation from the flank.

To a certain extent, the hunting cavalry did cut off the Yan Army infantry, but Carter soon found that his troops were already deeply trapped in it. There were too many Yan Soldiers in the rear, and the defenders on the defense line were unable to contain them at all. As for the enemy in front of him, it was even more desperate.

Like a torrent rushing down from the mountains, thousands of Yan soldiers rushed over from all directions. There were so many of them that people could not see clearly because the vision was too blurry. This position, no, it should be said that this ruin was not only filled with flames, but also with smoke that covered the sky. The enemy's soldiers and our own soldiers were all fighting together in chaos and disorder.

The standing people quickly turned into corpses one after another, and the wounded crawling on the ground were trampled by the iron hooves of the war horses before they could even wail. Among them were both enemy soldiers and our own soldiers, but at this moment, no one cared. Everyone seemed to be crazy, and they only knew to shoot at the opposite side. Some people even ran out of bullets and had no time to replenish them, so they just raised the bayonets on their guns and rushed forward fiercely.

They fought in the mud, and it was not enough for them to pierce their chests with knives. They also twisted their necks with their hands in a ferocious manner and bit them with their teeth like wild beasts, wishing to tear their enemies into pieces.

When the fighting reached such an extent, most people had lost their minds and degenerated into instinctive beasts. After their horses were shot and fell, Carter became one of them. He was swept away by the battlefield and, like everyone else, began his own killing until he fell down and became a corpse.

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Just after five in the afternoon, inside the combat command room.

"Let the 41st and 43rd Divisions go to support immediately!!!"

"Quick! Join the battle! Destroy them!!"

The table was banged by fists, and Brewster roared at Jacob with a hideous face, but Jacob looked haggard as if he had a serious illness. His pale lips trembled constantly, and he did not respond to Brewster's order immediately.

"Damn it! Didn't you hear it?!" His silence made Brewster furious.

"Sir... No..." Jacob finally spoke with a trembling voice.

"You can't fight like this anymore, if you keep fighting like this..."

Brewster said angrily: "Enemy casualties are increasing exponentially! If they dare to attack, we will fight back! To make peace..."

Before he could finish his words, Jacob suddenly shouted:

"Six divisions of our troops have already been wiped out, sir! If we send all our troops to the second position without regard for casualties, we will wipe out all our troops!!"

Jacob's roar startled Brewster.

"Sir, we can't think about defending the second position anymore. The casualties are too heavy... The enemy's troops are coming in an endless stream. I think we have greatly underestimated their strength before." Zoya also said.

There was a "bang" sound!

Brewster slammed his fist on the table again, but before he could say anything, a man rushed in from outside the command room.

"General Brewster!"

"The situation is critical. The military base may be difficult to defend. You must order the troops to evacuate and abandon the military base!"

Harris, who hurried back to the military base from the Enzo Mountains, said anxiously.