Chapter 421: drag on

"Boom!" On the Gushan defense line, a large-caliber artillery shell landed on the position of the Puppet Empire, splashing a piece of dust and raising a thick smoke.

Inside the carefully arranged zigzag trenches, dusty puppet soldiers, holding the Mauser 98k rifle in their hands without smooth movements, pulled the trigger against the Ailan Hill tank machinery in the distance.

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

Not far behind them, on a 130mm caliber howitzer position, the remains of the artillery fragments smashed by the bomb were still paralyzed, and parts of the puppets that had been destroyed were scattered around.

A broken arm was still hung on the damaged barrel of a howitzer, and the broken magic inscription on it was clearly visible.

"What did you say? You say it again!" In the front line command headquarters where the roof was reinforced in an inconspicuous trench further behind, a senior magician from the puppet empire was holding his own collar with his hands. Angrily asked: "Will you say it to me again?"

"Height 4 was lost... The soldiers of Ailan Hill occupied it! I saw with my own eyes that the Eagle Flag... Eagle Flag was placed on Height 4!" The magician replied with a bitter expression on his face.

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

"You promised me personally! Tell me! Your position can be maintained for at least three days! Three days!" He gritted his teeth, wishing to kill this useless subordinate.

Hundreds of precious puppet soldiers, plus 3 more precious puppet tanks, were all lost in one day and, along with their garrison positions, were thrown to Ailan Hill.

Height 4 is a very important commanding height nearby. It is precisely because of its importance that he gave it to his confidant, and 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 subordinate, who usually seems very reliable, could be so unusable at this time that it would be so easy to lose such an important defensive position.

"Master Kluman! Master Kluman! How did I know that those **** in Ailan Hill would smash all the cannonballs on my head..." The subordinate mentioned this matter, too. The face of the wrong, crying, holding the thigh of his immediate boss, shouting wronged.

He thought that Allan Hill's frontline troops would attack No. 4 Heights as they did before attacking the outer defenses. But who could have imagined that Ailan Hill's offensive force had a sudden change in style, and even rushed to Height 4 in one breath, leaving no time for the puppet empire to even react.

The three-hour onslaught, coupled with group army-level artillery coverage, caused the entire soil on the No. 4 Heights to be turned over. In this case, hundreds of puppets and 3 light tanks are undoubtedly unable to defend their positions.

Therefore, when Ailan Hill’s m4 tank rushed to Height 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 you tell me what to do? Ah? What to do?" Senior Mage Kluman kicked his confidant away and whispered desperately.

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

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

Under this circumstance, he had already given up most of the outer defensive positions, only a few high grounds with horns were left, and he could barely hold it in his hand.

Now that he has lost No. 4 Heights, the No. 3 and No. 5 heights covered by the No. 4 Heights are both in danger. Even his headquarters has been exposed to the direct firepower of Ailan Hill's offensive troops.

"Let's... let's retreat." The subordinate crawled on the ground two more times, climbed back to the leg of his immediate superior, reached out and hugged him before begging: "It's not that our army is incompetent! It's that Ailan Hill has too much firepower. fierce!"

"Get away!" With another kick, Kluman kicked his unsatisfactory subordinate, walking around in his headquarters like an ant on a hot pot: "Can I retreat? Me? Where can I retreat? Behind me is Gushan Fortress! I escaped, can Rudolph Magister let me go? Ah?"

When he said this, he suddenly remembered something, staring at the subordinate under his feet, and asked fiercely: "I haven't asked you to settle the account yet! Did you give me an idea? How did you get back? Ah! Do you dare to escape! Leaving your post without permission?"

"No! No, no! I didn't! I didn't escape! I am coming back for reinforcements! I am coming back to report!" The subordinate was startled by the hideous expression on the face of his familiar boss, and hurriedly retracted I lost my hand holding the opponent's calf and swayed in the air: "I am loyal to you. I have never had a double heart!"

"You are so loyal to me? Treat the most important task I gave you as a child's play?" Kluman became angry, waved his hand and slapped the opponent: "Why don't you die? Died on height 4? Huh? ?"

"I..." The man shivered in despair, covering his face not knowing what to say. If he had the determination to die, how could he make such a begging appearance and come here to ask for such a chance to survive?

You know, when this unit is full, there are 10 puppet thousand-man squadrons, and there are as many as ten thousand-man commanders like him. What now? 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 can they live to the present?

Who can insist on being alive until now, who doesn't want to die, and thinks of ways to stay alive?

"Boom!" Another shell fell not far away, and everyone in the command center felt the trembling of the ground under their feet. Just by relying on this feeling, people familiar with the artillery of Ailan Hill can judge that this is a 155 mm caliber howitzer, which is the mainstream artillery equipped by the Ailan Hill artillery.

A better unit is equipped with a 155 mm caliber m109 self-propelled howitzer, and a poorly equipped unit generally uses a 155 mm caliber towed howitzer.

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

Yes, this is all experience. Anyone who has been beaten out will have some experience as long as they have been beaten up for more than a month. No matter how stupid they are, they will sum up some of their own experiences.

For example, try to find bullet craters to avoid Ailan Hill's covered artillery bombardment, pay attention to air defense to avoid the enemy's attack aircraft bombing, and so on. These are all tips for life.

Without any warning, the second shell landed in a trench near the headquarters. The explosion destroyed the trench at once and scrapped all the puppet soldiers inside.

Along the traffic trench, a cloud of dust rushed into the headquarters, causing all the people inside to scatter and hide.

The violent vibration caused strands of sand to fall from the top of the command head, and a magic lamp hung in the middle of the roof shook, making the shadows of the people in the room look like ghosts.

The third shell fell at this time and gradually moved away, making everyone feel at ease. They dusted off the dust on their bodies, and then continued their work as they took it for granted.

Finally, when the shelling went away, Kluman frowned and looked at the embarrassed subordinate who was still kneeling under his feet, tears and the dust on his face mixed together, and finally he had no more thoughts of scolding him.

Looking at this round of shelling, maybe Ailan Hill’s offensive forces will attack here very quickly. He himself is not sure how long he is in the position, so he is also very panicked now, where is it? Gu can reprimand his subordinates.

He vented one last time and gave the opponent a fierce kick. Then he said impatiently, "Don't get out of here!"

Hearing this sentence, the subordinates were amnesty, and quickly got up from the ground, regardless of the dust on the magic robe, bowed their heads and shouted thanks: "Yes! Thank you, Sir! Thank you, Sir!"

"Hurry up and pack up things! Take away all the important things! Burn all the maps!" He walked to his desk and ordered several magicians in the command headquarters: "Move faster!"

Everyone knows that this is the preparation before leaving, so everyone is relieved, and the expression on their faces is also relaxed. As long as they don't let them stay in this **** place, then everything is easy to say.

These people hurriedly started to clean up the things in front of them, throwing some unimportant things at their feet indiscriminately, and in an instant, the entire command headquarters became a mess.

Kluman looked at the subordinates who were still in the funeral just now, and there was no movement for a while, he snorted angrily, and said, "Don't pretend to be dead! You can find a way to go back to the fortress. , How to explain to Rudolph the Magister!"

"Yes! Yes! Your lord, let's just say that..." The next man heard that it was the problem, and he immediately became energetic, smiling all over his face to please, and he started to think of ideas.

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