Chapter 1584： Talk about death

The two Prowler fighter jets passed the burned tree of life, and the anti-aircraft guns on the ground seemed to have all silenced.

After more than three days of fierce attacks, the troops stationed on the Higgs 5 of the Ailan Hill Empire have now begun to disintegrate.

Organized resistance is decreasing, and many troops can no longer receive effective support when they are surrounded.

Compared with the previous battle for No. 10 highlands, the fortifications of the Ailan Hill Empire are now significantly stronger, but the time to hold on is significantly shorter.

There is no way, because the strategic depth of the troops has been lost, and most of the troops have also begun to lose combat effectiveness due to continuous combat.

The good news is that there are fewer and fewer places to be garrisoned, so the intensity of troops has increased to a certain extent.

Because of Andre's command, the rate of collapse of the Ailan Hill Empire troops was very slow, at least until now, there has been no complete chaos.

Next to a truck that has been completely destroyed, the sweeper is chewing on the engine hatch. The tires of this truck have been eaten up, leaving only some parts of the torso.

Beside this truck, some sweepers were also eating. They were eating their companions, the corpses that were evaporating.

Further afield, a piece of sweeper soldiers are laying eggs, they pile their eggs neatly together, waiting for these eggs to hatch new soldiers.

About 20 kilometers away from here, in the fortress No. 3, the soldiers of the Airanhill Empire are carrying artillery shells to the fortress.

These fortress artillery from 10 years ago are actually backward things, just brought over to replenish the equipment.

Although it seems that the huge caliber of 280 mm still has a range of more than 20 kilometers, so that these weapons are still in a usable state, they are obviously far less powerful than electromagnetic guns.

There is also no alternative. Although there is a simple automatic loading machine, this type of artillery must rely on carts to transport the shells from the sturdy ammunition storehouse and put them on the loading device of the loading machine.

In order to facilitate the increase in the rate of fire of the artillery, we no longer care about the requirements in the safety operation manual.

It is a matter of course to prepare these shells in advance and place them in a more convenient position so that the turret can fire more shells before being destroyed.

So everyone piled up artillery shells and propellant next to the loading machine, which filled the entire transportation corridor and spread to the vicinity of the weapon depot.

This is a huge fortress, and there are even some walls disguised by vines. In front of the surface fortifications of the bastion, the overall layout of which is like stars, is also covered with hidden trenches and machine gun firepower points.

Even, in order to strengthen the firepower of this fortress, in addition to the 20 280-caliber heavy artillery turrets, two electromagnetic artillery guns have been deployed here.

The entire fortress is directly powered by the underground nuclear fusion reactor, so the interior is also well-lit, and an underground railway station is even designed.

Although it seems to be solid here, everyone knows that these seemingly unbreakable fortifications will sooner or later collapse in front of the continuous offensive forces of the guards.

The only difference is actually the length of time. Once this is breached, the nuclear fusion reactor will be destroyed, which will cause the core defensive fortress behind to lose one-third of the power supply, which is also impossible.

At the outermost periphery of Fortress No. 3, fierce fighting between the two sides has begun. The sound of intensive gunfire and explosions one after another, the whole high ground was filled with lingering smoke.

In the basement of the core fortress, Andre was still sitting at the map table, looking at the defensive area that had become narrow.

He sat there quietly, listening to his adjutant reporting to him what was happening on the battlefield: "The troops stationed near Fort No. 10 applied for support. I sent the 5190 Division that had just withdrawn from Fort No. 16 last night. Up."

Andre recalled the fact that the 5190 division had just been replaced before, so he asked: "The 5190 division only has less than one regiment left. They fought for another day, and they are not in their current state. How good."

The adjutant was also embarrassed and replied: "There is no way. They are the closest and they have just received ammunition. If the 5230 division is sent, it will be more than an hour late."

If there is any other way, he also wants the troops that have just been withdrawn to get a good rest. But in the current battle situation, it is no longer possible for every unit to rest in the rear with peace of mind and then go to the battlefield.

In fact, most of the reason is that the frontline troops are too tightly oppressed by the enemy, so many troops can only go up to fill the holes, and cannot replace them with retreat.

As a result, many troops have just been replaced with some soldiers, take a short rest, before retreating to a safer place, they can only return to the battlefield to continue fighting.

Of course, in fact, there will still be rehabilitated troops sent to the front line, but the elite troops that have been rehabilitated in this way can only be used as fire-fighting teams.

Under normal circumstances, only when there is a gap in the defense line and the entire defense line is about to collapse, such troops will appear, and then go to the front to fight.

What happened next was that this troop could not be withdrawn anymore. It could only be consumed in the front, reducing its staff a little, until new supplementary troops arrived, or they were defeated and replaced by other rested troops. Their location.

Andre smiled bitterly, and teased the adjutant: "Has our current time been calculated in hours? It's really embarrassing."

"Let the 5190 division go there to help. I have already recorded it. Five hours later, I will replace the 5190 division with the 5230 division." The adjutant did not answer the conversation, but just continued to talk about his arrangements.

Andre glanced at the other person and asked a question that is now very difficult to answer: "Are you sure that after 5 hours, the 5230 Division will rest in the original place?"

The adjutant knew that this kind of chat was that Andre was looking for a way to get rid of the depression in his heart, so he replied: "Actually, I'm not sure. I guess I can only change to Division 5271."

Sure enough, Andre was so dear to his troops. Without checking the information, he continued to ask: "5271 Division? Isn't that troop left with only 2 battalions left?"

The adjutant also knows these things very well, in fact he does this. He just heard him answer: "Yes, I plan to cancel the designation and incorporate this unit into the 5100 division as a supplementary soldier."

The 1st battalion of the 5101 Tank Division has been completely transferred underground, as a fire support and counterattack force, deployed in the tunnel group to the east to support infantry operations.

Another temporarily reorganized light infantry regiment was strengthened to the 2nd Battalion of the 5101 Tank Division and deployed near the tunnel extending from the tree of life on the west side.

The remaining tanks have been dispersed, and the unorganized ones have been handed over to the grenadier units that need to replenish their forces, forming some mixed combat teams.

This is done on the one hand to increase the combat effectiveness of these units, on the other hand it is also to avoid the concentrated use of tanks being targeted by the opposing air force.

Previously, the main force on the Higgs 5 planet was the 5100 armored division. This unit is now unable to fight independently because of the loss of a large number of tanks.

After adding some infantry, the combat effectiveness of this unit plummeted, and now it is not even fully organized, and it was just taking a rest on the second line.

That's why the adjutant said that the remaining remnants of the 5271 Division should be handed over to the 5100 Division as supplementary soldiers.

Andre heard the familiar 5100 division designation, and said with emotion: "The designations that I am familiar with are disappearing little by little."

The adjutant still comforted: "There is no way, the current troops will have new designations cancelled every day. Some of them are cancelled by ourselves, and some... disappear normally."

Most of the disappeared designations were actually troops composed of puppet combat robots. These troops quickly disappeared with the cruel battle, and now the rest can only help hold their positions.

In order to prevent these puppet robot troops from dragging their feet, the general method is to mix them up. These puppet robots are mixed into cloned troops, which can simply solve the problem of lack of personnel in the troops.

Andre didn't want to continue this topic either. He could feel that his topic was a bit of a morale blow, so he changed a question of concern and asked: "How is General Adair's injury handled?"

"There is no serious problem, but it is estimated that it will take at least a few months to fully recover." The adjutant breathed a sigh of relief and replied.

"He may be our only high-end combat power now." Andre sighed after thinking of the series of reports on the death of magician swordsmen and demon masters that he had received before.

The adjutant nodded and said, "Yes, the only special force deployed here, as well as some subsequent units, have been exhausted in the battle for control of the Tree of Life."

The tree of life was so important that Adair was unwilling to give up on him and even went to the front line to fight personally, and even the important task of protecting Andre was temporarily shelved.

As a result, the magicians and masters of various races he took away, including most of the dragon troops, were sacrificed in the battle.

The same loss includes more than 70% of the anti-aircraft anti-aircraft artillery, hundreds of artillery and rocket launchers, and hundreds of thousands of clone troops and puppet troops.

And such a huge loss was not exchanged for anything, the defensive positions near the Tree of Life still changed hands, the guards still destroyed the Tree of Life, and the entire Higgs 5 atmosphere began to collapse more quickly.

Now the atmosphere of the entire Higgs 5 has made people feel short of breath. In a few days, at most ten days, the hard breathing may even affect the combat effectiveness of the troops.

But everyone is not too worried about this happening. After all, it is still unknown whether it can continue for more than ten days.

Judging from the current situation, it is impossible to predict whether the atmosphere will collapse first or the defenders of the Ailan Hill Empire will be destroyed first.

The adjutant paused, and continued to add: "We no longer have magicians and elven troops, and the demons and orcs are also gone... Now our highest combat power is the clone grenadier."

"At least they won't turn around. There is no problem with loyalty." Andre smiled self-deprecatingly.

The adjutant lifted his chin and replied proudly: "Yes, they will stick to the last second! But because of continuous combat and no time to rest, they are very tired."

Hearing this statement, Andre was obviously taken aback, because he remembered what an officer said to him after he had decided to stay on Higgs 5.

The 2 million defenders will do everything possible to protect him and fight for him... Now, these clones are fulfilling their promises.

To Andre's regret, more than a month ago, the officer who said this had already been killed on the front line, and he would never see him again.

"If the enemy invades here, the first thing you have to do is to kill me with a pistol!" Andre seemed to be arranging for himself.

He has been wiping the pistol around his waist recently, and I heard that this pistol was gifted to him by General Modler. At the reception on the day he was promoted to general, he also received a Silver Eagle Medal.

The adjutant was silent for a few seconds, then nodded and promised: "General...If this happens, I will definitely do it!"

There are some things that need not be said too much, because everyone knows what the standard process looks like: the general's body cannot be handed over to the enemy, and after shooting Andrei, the adjutant has a lot to do.

He might find some gasoline and burn Andrei's body, if the matter is more urgent, he might use a grenade.

However, everyone has discussed in private that the best way is to go to the underground ammunition depot in the core fortress, find a storage room for large-caliber artillery shells, pour gasoline in it and light a fire.

By the time there was a bang, there was nothing left, and he was completely able to ensure that his body would not be left to the damned guards.

Andre nodded slightly, and said solemnly, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome!" The adjutant also replied solemnly. They often talk about death recently, and you can see how bad the situation is from here.

From a few days ago, death seemed to happen at any time. Many familiar names, Colonel Lieutenant Colonel Commander, disappeared one by one.

Andre looked at the adjutant: "I feel very happy to have you with me on the last journey of this life."

The adjutant stood at attention and saluted, and said, "It is also my greatest honor to work with you, General Andre."