Chapter 1553： Trench warfare

"Over there! Over there is lost!" A grenadier pointed in the direction behind him, loudly reminding his comrades in front of him.

After    shouted, he turned around and fired frantically in the other direction of the trench.

The bullets he shot, some along the winding trenches, nailed to the concrete pit wall, and some hit the head of a sweeper who just poked his head out, leaving two more on the opponent's head. hole.

The sweeper fell in the trench, but more sweepers have rushed near the trench. Some sweepers have leaped into the trenches, attacking the defense lines of the Empire Soldiers of Ailan Hill from the flanks.

"Damn it!" The grenadier who stood on the ground pulled off the pull of a grenade, then dropped it accurately into the other end of the trench, and then retracted back to the other side of the corner of the trench.

"Boom!" The grenade exploded, setting off dust in the sky, and at the same time delaying the attack of the sweepers on the other side.

"Can you get up and walk by yourself?" Kneeling on one knee, the medical soldier in power armor gestured a finger to the regained swordsman: "Look at it double-image? Can you talk?"

He asked many questions in a row because he was anxious, and he became more nervous because he couldn't get answers, so he asked questions faster.

After asking these questions, he turned his head and shouted at the soldiers who were covering him behind him: "Damn it! He might hurt his brain! Cover me! I will give him a simple dressing, and then leave here behind him. !"

Leaning on the edge of the trench, the soldier who had just burned out a magazine retracted his head, and while changing the magazine, he shouted to the medics: "You better hurry up! Otherwise, we will all die here! "

turned around and looked at the swordsman leaning on the wall of the pit. The medics pulled out a water pipe from his waist. This water pipe was connected to the medical equipment behind him, spraying a stream of clear water directly.

Clean water washed the swordsman’s face, moisturizing all the dry blood on his face. The medical soldier took the gauze and wiped gently, wiping off all the blood stains near the wound, making the wound more obvious.

"You just got some bruises!" The medical soldier slapped something similar to a band-aid directly on the swordsman's forehead, and then tore the cloth on the swordsman's shoulders.

The wound here is slightly deeper, but there is no bleeding like a spring. The medical soldier finally calmed down, because he knew that the wounded was the kind that could be moved.

"I left here with you on my back, it might be a little painful! But there is no other way!" The medical soldier said, pointing to his back: "We must leave here as soon as possible..."

said, the backpack behind the medical soldier opened a small platform similar to a bicycle saddle, allowing people to sit on it more comfortably.

Just when he was about to pull the swordsman up and back behind him, the grenadier who had been shooting far away from the trench was hit in the head by a cloud of black energy.

The fiery energy melted the metal on the face, and the clone soldier fell silently beside the medics.

"They are here! Get out of here!" Another soldier shouted loudly in the phone. When he shouted, he had torn off the grenade from his chest and threw it into the distance.

The medical soldier did not care about the corpse of the comrade who fell on the ground without a head. He directly pulled up the swordsman, fixed him behind him, and ran along the trench to the other side without looking back.

Behind him, the only two remaining soldiers who were covering him did not leave. They kept firing from there until the sweepers rushed into the trench and did not stop.

"Side! The side is down!" When passing by some friendly troops in the trenches, the medical soldier reminded the opponent loudly that he did not stop, and slowed down until a huge bunker appeared in front.

This bunker is the main fortification nearby. It is thick and has a wide range of fire. It reserves a large amount of ammunition and strategic materials. There is even an operating room and a small headquarters in the underground bunker.

Above the bunker, there are crenels similar to the city wall, and many soldiers rely on these crenels to fire on the bunker to clear nearby enemies.

In the bunker with shaking lights, many wounded leaned against the wall, helping to load ammunition onto the empty chain.

Logistics robots are working tirelessly, transporting boxes of ammunition from a deeper ammunition depot to the grenadiers.

Seeing the medical soldiers coming in, an officer casually saluted a military salute and asked: "You are not a soldier in our battalion... What happened to the 3rd battalion..."

"The defense line of the third battalion was broken through and the trenches were destroyed. I don't know the situation on the other side, but on our side, the flanks have been completely exposed to the sweepers." The medical soldier put down the swordsman who had just returned to God. .

The swordsman only remembered at this time that he was lifted off by a cannonball explosion and then lost consciousness. He raised his head dullly and looked at the soldier in front of him: "Where am I?"

"Welcome to the headquarters of the 1st Battalion!" The officer turned his body sideways, looked at the swordsman who had regained consciousness leaning on the wall, said something, and looked at the medic again: "The situation is very bad. Up."

He pointed in the other direction and continued: "Our connection with the 2nd Battalion has also been severed, and the situation there is also in crisis. It seems that both sides of us are enemies."

"I can't disperse my troops... Then my front line of defense will completely collapse, so what I can do is to abandon part of the trench and let the troops shrink here."

"Then the enemy will gather, and sooner or later it will fall here." After hearing the officer's plan, the medical soldiers questioned.

"There is no way, this is the best choice." The officer of the 1st battalion said: "I believe the battalion commander will not oppose this plan."

"Where is your battalion commander?" The medical soldier felt that he should see the battalion commander of the 1st battalion and hand the wounded natural person behind him to the other party for arrangement.

If they do not receive an order to retreat, then they must all fight in this position to the last minute, but natural persons are different, and the wounded of natural persons have the right to be sent to safety.

The officer of the   1 Battalion looked at a wall clock hanging on the wall not far away, with annoyance in his tone: "If you arrive earlier, maybe you can try... 21 minutes ago, he was killed."

"Get out of here! Take your wounded." The officer looked at the bewildered medical soldiers and said, "In a few hours, or a few minutes, this place will become an enemy-occupied area!"

After speaking, the ground under their feet began to vibrate. The long-range artillery of the Ailanhill Empire began to cover the broken line of defense.

Large-caliber artillery shells, one after another, fell on the positions just occupied by the sweepers, and one after another plumes of smoke rose up not far away.

"I just applied for coverage shooting..." The officer smiled and walked back to the stairs leading to the lower command post in the bunker: "Before you go, go down and help. There are many wounded over there and need medical treatment. ."

"Yes! Sir!" The medical soldier looked at the swordsman who was sitting there against the wall, and said, "Try to wait here for me to come back! If you recover some, you can act on your own and do whatever you want. Just leave me a message."

After finishing speaking, he quickly walked down the stairs and walked to a deeper underground bunker. There was a dedicated operating room and a small wounded placement center.

It was already overcrowded. Many wounded who had been transported from the front were placed here. Blood stains were faintly visible on the stairs, as well as some slogans vented by soldiers' graffiti.

These declarations of victory left on the wall, as well as the handwriting of love slogans, are actually left by the soldiers stationed here before. The clone soldiers will not leave these things on the wall, and they don’t even need to smoke. Come to comfort your mood.

Walking to the third basement floor along the light that is not dark, the medical soldiers saw the lightly wounded who were arranged to rest in the corridor. These lightly wounded people can no longer participate in the war and can't help much, so they can only lie here.

Leaning in the corner, they nodded slightly to the passing medics. Because they hadn't taken a bath for several days, their clothes stuck to their skin, which looked a bit disgusting.

The medical soldiers noticed that grenades were placed in the convenient place around them. Some were placed on the side of the temporary hospital bed, some were placed on the side of the cross-sitting position, and some were placed in the middle of the piled kettle cans.

From any point of view, it is already comparable to hell. The medical soldiers pushed open the door of the operating room and saw their counterparts who were undergoing operations inside, as well as the wounded soldiers lying on the operating table who had been anesthetized and were amputation.

“%^*[emailprotected]#……” The medical soldier cursed, walked to the side of his colleagues in power armor, and asked, “Is there anything I can help?”

"Too many..." the medical soldier said: "We can't do a few things, you can come to help, I really appreciate it."

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On top of their heads, the swordsman has finally recovered from the impact of the explosion. There are not too many scars on his body, mainly because the spiritual energy has played a certain degree of protection.

If there is no aura protection, just the shock from the explosion will be enough to destroy the organs in his body and let him die there directly.

Getting up from the ground, the swordsman looked at the machine gunner who was shooting at the foot of the mountain from the machine gun position. He was still shaking while walking, but his brain was fully restored.

"You see..." He tried to find someone to ask, asking his good friend before, if anyone had seen the young grenadier.

But no one had time to pay attention to his problems. A grenadier hurried past him, carrying a whole box of unopened grenades in his hand.

Large-caliber rockets roared past the place where the bunker was located. The tremor of the airflow was accompanied by the vibration of the earth caused by the explosion in the distance, making the swordsman feel in an extremely unreal sense.

Cluster rockets exploded at a preset location, and countless submunitions were scattered along with the explosion.

In the next second, the valley full of sweepers was submerged by a continuous explosion of black smoke.

Those explosions spread and swallowed everything that passed by. The sweepers who were unfolding had no time to escape, they were completely covered by these cluster bombs.

Sweeper’s limbs were splashed everywhere in the explosion, arms, legs and ugly head were shredded by the explosion, and then blown everywhere by the airflow.

The war technology of the Airanhill Empire, or the technology of killing, even the watchers were amazed. The series of weapons of war developed by mankind for better killing targets all refreshed the watchers’ attitude towards Ailanhill. The cognition of imperial civilization.

This war has just begun, and it is far from the end. The endless stream of weapons and equipment of the Ailan Hill Empire has caused the guards to pay a heavy price that has hardly been paid before.

But...in fact, the guards' troops, and even the sweepers used as cannon fodder, are refreshing the Alanhill Empire soldiers' understanding of the cruel war.

The previous war, for the Ailan Hill Empire, was far from being described as cruel.

But now, anyone who has seen the battle on the front line with their own eyes has been deeply shocked: whether it is the Ailan Hill Empire or the Guardians, the price paid by both sides in the war has been very, very huge.

"The enemy will start offensive again after the shelling! While there is cover now, reinforce the position! Distribute the ammunition!" A platoon leader, carrying a weapon, passed through the dilapidated trench, reminding every one of his men.

The soldiers who had already put their life and death out of the ordinary put their hand grenades in the dirt in front of them one by one, overlooking the enemy-occupied area where dirt was flying everywhere in the distance.

There used to be trenches and puppet robots stationed there, but now there are only endless explosions, and there is no longer any wreckage of the fortifications.

"Be careful!" The shout of an engineer echoed in the earphones. After everyone had retracted into the trench, he pressed the switch of the detonator: "Detonate!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" Accompanied by his warning, a series of huge explosions burst out in the trenches on the flanks. These explosions completely destroyed the trenches on the flanks, leaving only an open space densely covered with craters. .

In this way, the sweepers who attacked from the flanks along the trenches were cut off from the attack path. If they wanted to attack from the flanks, they had to cross this open area full of craters and soft soil.

"Set up two machine gun positions at a high point! Set up a three-dimensional gun line! Get ready for anti-tank missiles! Watch out for the conqueror who is haunting!" Looking at the explosion site where mud was still falling, a squad leader in charge of flanking command pointed. Pointing to the commanding heights behind him.