Chapter 813: The Mountain of Bones 22

At eleven o'clock at night, inside the Yan army base camp.

Qin Ze, who was standing outside the tent looking at the military base, had a knitted brow and a particularly solemn expression on his face. Wherever his eyes went, flames shot up into the sky from the Heinrich Military Base. Even the night sky was illuminated red in that direction. Thick black smoke rose straight into the sky, and bursts of explosions were heard from time to time. This was not an artillery attack launched by his own side, but the Golts had detonated the ammunition depot.

As early as nine o'clock, the signalman brought good news that their side had captured most of the military base, and the Goltish defenders in the base were not too many. If this continued, their side would be able to successfully wipe out all the enemy forces in the base. However, not long after, several bad news came from the front line. The worst one was that the Golts destroyed the road leading to the Enzo Mountains behind the military base. Before the destruction, some Goltish troops had already evacuated.

In this way, although the military base has captured it, in order to pursue it, it will take a lot of time to clear obstacles and open a way. For this reason, Qin Ze had to order a complete cleanup of the military base inside and out. There were still some Goths remaining in those bunkers. These enemies who were in desperate situation had become trapped beasts and had gone crazy. The current series of explosions were initiated by them.

Based on this, the soldiers who went to clear out the enemy suffered considerable casualties, but this was something that had to be done. However, compared with clearing out the remaining enemy soldiers, the Gothic troops who evacuated to the Enzos Mountains were more troublesome.

In fact, during the three-day attack on the Heinrich military base, our side suffered considerable losses. According to incomplete statistics, the number of casualties was at least over 90,000. Looking back at the battles fought in the country over the past year, there has never been such tragic casualties in just a few days.

But Qin Ze knew that the Goths' casualties would be even higher, but after they evacuated to the Enzos Mountains, they would occupy a more advantageous terrain. If he wanted to lead a large army to open up the road to the Enzos Mountains, he would probably pay a greater price.

Thinking of this, Qin Ze looked into the distance. Under the night sky, the outline of the huge mountainous area was looming, and the top was a silver-white color. It was the snow that fell a few days ago and has not melted yet.

"With this mountain range as a barrier, if we can't break through quickly, the Goltish troops will continue to rush over..."

Qin Ze murmured to himself. In the initial plan, he intended to sweep the enemy in the shortest time possible and kill towards Salvia, but now it seems that the Enzos Mountains have become their biggest obstacle, and this is also the biggest advantage the Golts have.

"Well, if we can't change the terrain, then let's just go with the flow and see how many troops you can send..."

Qin Ze said coldly and turned back to the tent.

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The next day, in the afternoon.

At the Brulin Pass in the Enzos Mountains, more than a dozen riders hurried along the mountain road, while Dingle had been waiting there for a long time with a team of soldiers.

"Harris." Dingle shouted from a distance.

Harris looked haggard, and when he saw Dingle he hurried over, pulling his exhausted horse.

"How many people were evacuated?" Dingle asked anxiously without waiting for Harris to dismount. Harris turned over and dismounted, but he stumbled and almost fell to the ground. Dingle quickly reached out to support him.

"Only more than 60,000 people." Harris shook his head, looking frustrated.

As soon as he finished speaking, Dingle's face turned ugly in an instant, and Harris sighed continuously. The military base has a strength of eleven divisions, plus logistics support personnel. There should be more than 350,000 people in the base, but now only more than 60,000 people have evacuated.

Among these more than 60,000 people, except for Zoye's cavalry division which was a complete force, half of the remaining 30,000 people were logistics personnel, and the other more than 10,000 were the remnants of various troops. Therefore, strictly speaking, only one and a half divisions of troops were evacuated from the military base.

"I wish I had gone down the mountain earlier. If I had, more of us could have evacuated..." Harris hung his head, his face full of self-blame and regret.

Dingle glanced at him, reached out and patted his shoulder: "You have done a good job, Harris."

"We should have evacuated at the beginning, but General Brewster was too stubborn."

"By the way, has General Brewster evacuated safely?"

Seeing him asking the question, Harris bit his lip and shook his head, saying, "No, by the time General Brewster realized that he should evacuate, it was too late. Our second position was almost lost at that time."

"In order to give us time to evacuate safely, he led his troops to stay at the military base and fight the enemy to the end."

"We all advised him, but he insisted on staying." At this point, Harris let out a long sigh.

Hearing this, Dingle's face turned sad and he fell silent.

Harris went on to say: "The evacuation was too hasty. We brought too few supplies, especially weapons, ammunition and food. Now we are seriously insufficient."

"Although part of the road leading into the mountain has been destroyed, I think the Yan people will soon restore the road. Dinggel, our current situation is very bad."

Hearing this, Dingle coughed several times, but still said:

"We brought a lot of food and fodder when we entered the mountains before, which is enough to sustain us for two to three weeks."

"But where is the ammunition? You know, the ammunition we brought last time seems to be not enough now. The damn Yan people still have at least 300,000 or 400,000 troops!" Harris said anxiously.

Dinger's eyes dimmed, and he whispered, "Then use it sparingly. If it's really not enough, there are still many stones on the mountain that can be used."

"There's always a way, isn't there?"

Hearing this, Harris showed a smile that was uglier than crying and said:

"The main force is still behind us, and Willy is on the way to meet them. Let's talk about it after they reach the base camp on the top of the mountain."

"Next, we will fight a more difficult battle."

Dinger nodded: "The fall of the military base has allowed us to judge how terrible the Yan country's army has become."

"This will be our last battlefield."

"If we still can't defeat them here, Harris..." Dingle looked at Harris with a pale face.

"Yes, we will defeat them here." Harrisnu said in a deep voice, and then said:

"The Golts never succumb to the strength of their enemies."

"If they try to defeat us once and for all, we will take them to hell with us."

"Being buried here is at least a good place for us. After all, this is our home, while they had to die in a foreign country."

"We are obviously luckier, haha." Harris forced a smile.

"I think I need to learn your optimism." Dingle also laughed, even squinting his eyes, and then he started coughing, coughing until tears came out.

The cold wind whistled across the snow-capped hills, and between the steep mountains there suddenly came a few eagle cries that startled the sky and the clouds.

They both turned their heads and looked up at the sky.

Under the dark clouds, high in the sky, a black shadow rushed past and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Even though they couldn't see anything clearly at this quick glance, they all knew that it was the Goltky Eagle.

The main habitat of the Imperial Eagle is in the Enzos Mountains.

"It seems we are lucky to see the Goltek eagle in this season."

Harris restrained his ugly smile, and replaced it with a deep sorrow. In just a few days, hundreds of thousands of his compatriots died on the battlefield. Since the battle at sea, nearly a million people have died.

"Well, let's go, we still have a lot of things to do." Dingle lowered his eyes, looked heavy-faced, and walked towards the mountains.

The Gothic Eagle had disappeared in the sky, but Harris's sight was still on the dark cloud. It was not until a few seconds later that he led his horse and caught up with Dingle's pace.