Chapter 1633: Eat 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 next to him: "Some things involve secrets, and I can't tell a commander of your level. But I can tell you very seriously that it makes sense to stay here. We already have a super weapon to turn the tide of the war."

  Things about Taiyi cannot be easily announced to every soldier on the front line, but this kind of rumors can still be talked about casually.

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

Sure enough, the front-line commander nodded and said, "I heard the wind, but... is it really that effective? I have actually fought these **** guards face to face, so I don't think , Something can really weaken these **** bastards."

  The young officer came from the headquarters, but his military rank was slightly higher. He smiled and comforted him: “Don’t get discouraged! I’ve said it all, I’m very serious to tell you that our super weapon has been designed and built!”

  The officer on the front line continued to nod, and said with emotion: "This is really great, maybe...it's the only good news I have heard in the last few days."

  Speaking of this, all kinds of **** reports he heard in a few days really appeared in his mind.

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

  "Hillsai is injured! His arm can't be saved!" Such a shout came from his ear, and there seemed to be a young medical soldier in front of him, pressing a wounded man's broken arm with his hands.

In an instant, he saw another veteran who was turning around in the trenches, bowing his head and muttering, his muttering words were even so clear: "Damn! Who saw my fingers? Where are my fingers? Be careful! I stepped on my finger! Damn it!"

"Suddenly!" Then he saw inside the bunker, a machine gun shooter pulled the trigger, and the machine gun kept roaring: "Ammunition! We have no ammunition! Sir! Where are the reinforcements? The machine gun has no ammunition. !"

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

  There were flames flying everywhere, he struggled to get up, and saw the destroyed electromagnetic machine gun and the corpses scattered nearby.

  He rushed over and picked up the upper body of the shooter who had just shouted for ammunition, because the lower body of the shooter was gone.

As a commander, he just hugged his men like this, listening to the soldiers' last whisper: "Please...please...take my corpse...take it back...take it back...burn...don't , Don’t let them eat me... don’t."

   Suddenly, he felt that someone was pushing him, his consciousness finally recovered, and he looked at the young officer who was pushing him with his hands embarrassedly.

  The young officer seemed to have deliberately changed the subject and started talking about Operation Longsword: "After Operation Longsword, our place will become the front line again... We must take this opportunity to quickly strengthen the fortifications."

  This plan was personally drawn up by General Midas, using four armored divisions to break into the enemy’s line of defense from the two wings and conduct a medium-scale local counterattack.

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

  According to the plan, the 4 armored divisions that counterattack will be consumed by a third of their troops during the attack.

  The remaining troops will retreat to the defensive position where the counterattack has started, strengthen the infantry on the defensive line, and use it as a fire support point.

  The offensive plan lasted for a total of 3 days. After 3 days, no matter where the armored units advance, they will begin to retreat.

  Responsible for covering the attack of the armored forces is the main force of the heavy armored grenadier of the Ailan Hill Empire, with the assistance of advanced magicians, and the combat effectiveness is very strong.

  These troops are also responsible for breaking the armor after the retreat begins. They must retreat alone on the fourth day, and at the same time face the guardian army that counter-impacts like the tide!

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

  However, Medeas is determined to make a counterattack, because he always believes that blind defense can not cause trouble to the enemy and limit the opponent's attack intention.

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

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

  From the first day of the offensive, the effect is very obvious. The Watchers who have been on the offensive recently apparently did not realize that the enemy would carry out a partial counterattack on such a scale. The offensive troops immediately fell into chaos.

  After a hedging melee between the two sides, the Ailanhill Empire successfully completed the offensive plan, and even advanced thirty kilometers.

   "Yes, then the engineering troops will come up and start to reinforce the entire defense line. This is a robot matter. We can only coordinate on the side." The front-line commander looked at more and more engineering puppets and said.

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

  Now, these puppets are responsible for cleaning the battlefield, picking out the shrapnel in the mud and other materials that the sweeper can eat, and transporting them to the rear for unified processing.

  After that, they will use sandbags to reinforce the trenches, re-dig new trench shelters, and then perform some camouflage.

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

  The front-line 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."

"Any enemy is endless! At least what we have learned tells us that the Guardian troops cannot emerge for no reason!" the young officer said: "This time I come from the staff, I just want to see with my own eyes. On the battlefield, try to make your own plan more perfect."

  The front-line officer, as a subordinate, invited young officers with higher ranks: "Would you like to eat here? Although our front-line food can't keep up with the rear, it is still within the scope of food."

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

  Two people walked through most of the defensive positions one after another. Soldiers passing by saluted them one after another, and they also seriously returned to these ordinary soldiers who fought for the Ailan Hill Empire.

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

  After a long battle, the Armies of the Ailan Hill Empire found that they were increasingly forced to face fixed-position defensive warfare instead of advancing the combat offensive that they were familiar with before.

  In such defensive operations, the enemy does not have ballistic radar and computers, so they do not need to equip expensive and wasteful self-propelled artillery.

  So, many outdated, 155mm towed howitzer designs were taken out again, and after production, they were equipped with many non-main force units.

  Next to this artillery, there are ammunition boxes piled up, and there are some messy living supplies on both sides of the gun frame. There are boxes for instant noodles and plastic bags for some bread.

  Even on the pole supporting the camouflage net next to it, there are two military uniform tops soaked in sweat.

  Two shirtless young soldiers, and some others were sitting on the sandbags to rest, seeing the officer passing by and quickly stood up.

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

   Then, they continued to walk back, and they reached a camp composed of some field vehicles.

   "The bathhouse...there is no way, in order to ensure the sanitation on the ground and minimize the outbreak of the plague, so these supporting facilities are indispensable." The frontline officer briefly introduced the role of the camp, and then continued to move forward.

  The young military officer saw the generator at work and the water pipes connecting the large tents. Presumably, those large tents are just bathhouses set up for bathing.

  Compared with the past, the conditions are so good that people are enviable. Decades ago, the armies of the human empire didn’t even talk about taking a bath, even eating was a problem.

"Okay, here it is!" Seeing an underground bunker sign, the frontline commander smiled, pointed to the place, and explained: "Before this was an underground ammunition depot. When the ammunition was used up, it was transformed into a canteen. ."

  He finished speaking and 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.”

  As he said, he walked down the slightly dim corridor, but after passing through the corridor, the ammunition depot really had a hole in it.

  The brightly lit hall is full of folding tables and chairs. Although it is not time to eat at this time, it is still filled with about two-thirds.

  After all, this is a war zone, and the time for eating cannot be completely regular. Some people eat at noon, and some eat at two in the afternoon...Of course, when the enemy comes up, there is no way to determine what time to eat.

  So, as long as there is time, the unit will send some people to the canteen to eat. After all, you can eat warm and fresh meals here, which can improve your meal and relax your mood. Compared with eating casually on the front line, the experience is much better.

   "Smells... not bad." The young officer took the delivery tray from a service puppet robot, smiled at the frontline commander, and walked to the window where he served food.

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

  In the huge canteen, the sound of spoons hitting the plate one after another, a good smell of rice floating in the air.

  The young officer walked to the window of the cafeteria for food and handed out his dinner plate. The other party took the dinner plate, looked at the epaulettes on the officer's shoulders, punched a spoonful of braised pork in the heat preservation tray, buckled it in the plate, and then buckled a spoonful of potatoes and a spoonful of vegetables in turn. leaf.

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

  Looking at the messy tray, the young officer frowned involuntarily. His food at the staff was much more decent than here.

  But he knew that he shouldn’t be entangled in this kind of time, because he walked along and saw many soldiers’ dinner plates, but there was actually no braised pork dish.

  So, with the dinner plate, he found an empty seat to sit down, bowed his head and started eating. After this bite, he finally knew that the taste of the food here can only be described in general.

   "No way, there are still some good things before." The front-line commander took a seat and smiled and explained: "Because of a problem with the supply chain, the food supply level has been lowered."

"I know... there was a problem with the supply and transportation... However, I didn't expect it to have such a big impact." The young staff officer looked at the opponent's tray and found that the other party's tray had fewer braised pork pieces than his plate. half.

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

He paused and continued to explain: "For Operation Longsword, the transport troops have recently been stepping up time to replenish fuel and ammunition, so our food here, that’s it. It’s okay, it can be improved in two days. ."

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

   "You say that, then I'm not welcome." The commander did not refuse, and dug the meat into his plate: "To be honest, it's been a long time since I eat meat like this! Hahaha!"