Chapter 405: Broken Army (8)

The number is always a prerequisite for winning a war, the number of weapons, the number of machines, the number of damaged machines, the number of lost machines, the number of soldiers, the number of officers, the number of reserves, the number of supplies, the number of shells, bullets quantity.
A simple truth that everyone believes, that is, any war they are involved in, will be determined by who has the most and who will do the quickest.
This was a race against time. After receiving the support order issued by the headquarters, the Third Army and the Fifth Army began to go south day and night.
Finally, after a two-day and two-night march, the vanguard arrived at the front of the Grey Mountain, but what appeared before them was no longer a solitary mountain, but a two-kilometer line of defense formed by a large number of trenches and earth slopes. .
Of course, the soldiers are very puzzled. Why did they not move according to the planned boat ride, but instead turned to run on their legs?
This is a question that all senior commanders are reluctant to answer. Just after the operation of the thunderstorm, the originally smooth Duron River channel suddenly became a dangerous shipwreck area. Several major navigable areas were inexplicably blocked by a large number of shipwrecks. block.
Here coincided with the dry season, the river was narrow, so the entire inland fleet was blocked downstream and could not move, let alone the tens of thousands of civilian ships.
The big thunderstorm plan reached this step, the initial idea has become a joke.
On the side of Ok, Houya sent ten war gangs under his command, and more than 20,000 boys came to support the Gray Mountain defense line. They learned from Baz of the fierce intelligence of Xiami’s firepower and decided to evade it by digging trenches. Shrimp fired directly.
Although this is not in line with their style, but since the investigation of the Hawk Shemale knows that there will be a lot of shrimps, the bosses are not stupid enough to go stubborn.
Now the main forces of the two legions are violently attacking Vader. There will certainly be no reinforcements. They can only rely on themselves.
But on the night when the vanguard of the humans arrived at Mount Gray, Buzz very boldly suggested a night attack. This plan was unanimously agreed by the bosses.
But instead of coming out of the nest, they sent a group of the most sneaky boys...
"what!"
Soka suddenly awakened for no particular reason, and since reaching this cursed place, the faint echo of the pain in his foot has been torturing him.
He is a company commander, part of the 63th Infantry Regiment and one of the first troops. They marched as hard as they could. Everyone was tortured and exhausted. After arriving at their destination, they had to hurry to build camps and fortifications. Prevent the enemy from counterattacking.
The continuous gāoqiáng degree movement almost destroyed the spirit and will of most people, and the soldiers did not want to move anymore, but thankfully, Ok didn’t mean to move.
Now, they just have to wait for the follow-up troops to arrive.
"Oh shit!"
Sokha coughed and said that there was sand in his throat, which was also part of his military career.
He looked down at his swollen right leg, feeling as if it no longer existed.
He slept almost naked, so he put on trousers, socks and boots before stepping out of the tent, and walked into the darkness with his bare body.
It’s dawn now, a few hours before the sun rises, the sky is a kind of muddy black, like old furniture, the wilderness is shrouded in a blur, and occasionally some distorted dark shadows pass by, that should be Migratory herbivores.
It might be hot today, he could feel the air heating up, and some of the local livestock were still carrying saddles for marching.
They wandered around and ate nibbles of grass. Soka walked to the well and wiped his face with his hands. He needed to shave and needed something to eat.
Suddenly, all the animals raised their heads at the same time, they stared in the same direction, some of them chewed the food, and then ran away.
The soldier's intuition made Soka hide in the shadow of the brick house. He looked around and suddenly became alert.
Where are the sentries, guards and military police?
The night shrouded in the wasteland moved so that he could barely tell that there were many figures jumping from a depression to this side.
Soka swallowed a sip of water, and he turned and ran wildly through the labyrinth of tents, rushing towards the camp commander's tent.
He is about to sound an alarm, they are facing a despicable night attack!
Soka slipped into the dim and sultry tent, and his chief, Kolof, head of the 63 Infantry Regiment, was sitting behind his desk, looking at him in surprise.
"Sir!"
Soka whispered:
"Emergency! The enemy is attacking!"
Kolov did nothing, and he continued to stare at Soka with a slightly surprised expression.
"Sir?"
When Soka approached, Kolov's eyes did not follow him. He still looked at the entrance and the place where Soka came in. Kolov did not move at all.
Soka felt something and flashed to the side immediately.
The machete swayed by the killer hiding next to the entrance of the tent passed by a few centimetres from Soka, pierced the tent with a loud noise, and cut into the sand below.
Soka turned over and stood up, a strong monster broke in, pulled the machete out of the ground, and rushed towards him again.
"Enemies! Enemies!"
Soka shouted loudly.
"There are enemy troops in the camp!"
He flipped over the desk, avoiding the frantic blade, and accidentally hit Kolov.
His chief fell from his chair to the back, his desk fell under Soka's weight, blood slowly flowed from Kolov's nose and mouth, and he stared at the roof of the tent in surprise.
Soka rolled away from the still warm corpse, scrambling to pull Korov's sniper gun out of the holster.
Ok's long swinging knife opened a mouth on the top of the tent, and then he swung the blade down, and Soka hid aside. The long knife that fell fell off Kolov's left shoulder instantly.
Blood spilled...
"Enemies!!"
Soka shouted while avoiding, he heard shouts and bùqiāng snapping sounds outside.
In a panic, he threw a bag at the approaching green skin, but his long, serrated knife flicked it aside.
He stepped back with his hands and feet, and threw out a pen holder again. The long knife split the pen holder, and suddenly a pile of pens, feather pens, and ink flew out.
Soka turned to avoid, and the long knife made a long opening on the side of the tent.
The basic training received in the past began to bear fruit. Soka scrambled around to search for any weapon after landing, and finally found a pen that fell out of the pen holder.
Soka picked up the pen, unconsciously estimated the weight, and then raised his hand to throw it out as a dart.
With a sharp pen tip stab at the big ugly face covered with war prints, the boy Oke exclaimed and stumbled back.
Soka jumped up and swooped in to grab the handle of the long knife, and at the same time slammed the opponent's crotch with his knee, but the did not eat this trick at all.
"Damn shrimp!"
He yelled, throwing Soka out of the tent with a flick of his waist.
Outside the commander’s tent was a scene of hell. Soldiers awakened by gunshots and sirens were hurriedly resisting Oack’s attack. The air before dawn was full of screams of bullets and the dull noise of the blade cutting on the body. Card can hear many shocking pains and wails.
waaaaaaaaaagh! ! ! !
In the same way, Okr's annoying roar kept echoing over the camp.
The green skin who nearly killed him was also roaring, but it was extremely angry, and he walked out of the tent and came straight to Soka.
Bang Bang Bang~~!
Several gunshots interrupted the pace of its charge~EbookFREE.me~ Soca's company came to save its chief, they gathered together, and used bùqiāng and shǒuliúdàn to fight back against the approaching Oak.
"Sir!"
The deputy company commander pulled Soka from the ground.
"Quick! Organize defense! Organize defense!!"
On this chaotic night, the original chain of command has been completely disrupted. Soka can only take his company to the barn in the barracks, relying on a relatively strong fence to protect himself.
Fortunately, there was no trouble for Ok to come back to them. The túshā continued until the morning light dispelled the darkness.
This night, the Guang 63 Infantry Regiment killed and injured more than 1,700 people, and 21 officers under the regiment were killed.
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