Chapter 424: Kwaihara Ridge

Since leaving Cadillan, Garpason Rahn has been busy, and only during the march will have a chance to rest. The heavy dànyào box almost crushed his shoulders, everyone.
Although the citizens donated almost all of their cars to form a huge accompanying fleet, before the departure, the commander Mountbatten still ordered everyone to bring enough dànyào, because this will be their last supply.
"Be attentive, kid!"
Just as Larne watched the cars passing by, Sergeant Vermeer's voice suddenly burst into his ears.
"Don't let it fall to the ground and hit your feet."
Sergeant Vermeer is a medical company of 5 companies and 2 rows. His head is round like a melon, his gray hair is stubble so that he can draw matches, and the moustache hanging on his chin is the same texture, only on the end. Some wax.
When he first saw the man, Stavin noticed that he had two missing fingers in his left hand. He tried not to stare at them. The few fingers did not seem to affect the sergeant's work at all.
"I'm not blaming you, boy, but you must concentrate on fighting, that will make it easier for you to survive."
Perhaps because he was the same age as his son, Sergeant Vermeer took care of him in his daily life, although he sometimes seemed a bit nagging.
In the early days of enlistment, in order to let him realize the cruel reality of the military career as early as possible, the platoon leader asked Rahn to take the sergeant's hand.
Larne did not mind this arrangement at all. The wounded fought bravely against the enemy. They deserved to survive. If he could do something for them, he would do it without hesitation.
But if he changed into a wounded person lying in bed, he still felt a little dazed.
The wounds of the soldiers who retreated from the battlefield were terrifying. He still remembered that the sergeant carefully pulled a long black shrapnel from the stomach of a soldier, as long as his index finger!
"Rookie, are you tired!"
Ferom Teja, who liked to tease him the most, came over, and he also carried a dànyào box, bigger than Scavin's.
Here again, rookie...
Larne wondered how long they planned to call him this way? This appellation did not cause him any trouble, but it was undoubtedly another obstacle to his integration into the company.
So he thought again, I didn’t expect them to accept me, I didn’t belong here at all, I wanted to go home.
"Don't waste your energy! Save some saliva for a while and scold Ok!"
The platoon leader interrupted the meaningless gossip chat among the soldiers, and made Rahn's heart tighten. He was finally inevitable to go to the battlefield.
Strictly speaking, his luck is actually good. Although he entered a combat force, his troops stayed in the mud town most of the time and enjoyed the rare stability. If he went to the second army, then he may have already Turned into bones.
The series of disastrous news made him have a fear of the enemy, but this fear can not be expressed because it will be laughed at by everyone.
The regiment finally evacuated the mud town. Before they left, they blew up the railway bridge behind the mud town. At that time, Oak was roaring across the river. The dim light in the evening made him not clear, but the cry made him cry. He has a fresh memory, and once became his worst enemy.
I heard that there are hundreds of thousands of such monsters. They are rushing towards Cadillac like crazy animals. It sounds incredible. They must build a barrier to stop these animals with everything on their hands.
This is simply zìshā, he wanted to run away, back to the safe and warm home, away from those monsters that eat meat and killing weapons.
But he was also afraid of shame. He didn't want his cousins ​​to bear the name of a coward. Although the comrades who got along with them day and night were not so pleasing, they were not bad people, and they also had their own countrymen.
Let's fight.
Larne encouraged himself inwardly, the spine that had not yet fully developed supporting the heavy dànyào box, and faltered to follow most of them step by step towards where they were going.
"This ghost place..."
Mountbatten first arrived at the area where they were going to arm-Kwaihara Ridge.
This place is like the mayor of Cadillac said, there are many undulating hills, but because of the long-term cultivation of crops, farmers have dug and dug the land, flat and flat, at a glance are generally full of earth bags The average height is 70 to 80 meters, and the highest is more than 120 meters. There is no difference between this terrain and the plain.
"Count the number of these highlands immediately, and then mark them on the map, be quick."
"Yes!"
Simon Buckner, the commander of the only division, was beside Mountbatten. He was also observing the terrain with a telescope, but he noticed a detail.
"The width of this place is longer than expected."
He put down the telescope and smiled at Mountbatten:
"At least there is good news."
"Long breadth, our strength is just that."
"Ok has begun to come out of Ximu Town, we don't have much time, what do you think the position should be?"
The two came down immediately and picked up the branches to draw a topographic map.
"The enemy has a lot of huge monsters. These ghosts have a strong impact on the plains. Or should we build three lines of defense? Use flexible defense to block the enemy's front?"
Simon drew three horizontal lines on the ground, and then connected them with thin lines, which meant that he was fighting trenches with the enemy.
Mountbatten looked at it for a while and shook his head.
"No, our troops cannot support such operations. The enemy is likely to directly pierce our defense line. I don't think it can resist the concentrated assault of the enemy's elite forces."
The teacher of the only division frowned for a while and agreed with Mountbatten's opinion.
"What do you say."
"I have an idea, but I'm not sure."
"what idea?"
"According to the reports reported by the soldiers, I found a problem. Ok has an instinctive stress on fighting."
"Oh? Something interesting."
Mountbatten immediately gave an example. He knocked on his knee and said:
"When we hit here, we will raise our legs uncontrollably, and Ok's behavior pattern is similar. When he is attacked, he will turn his head to fight back at the first time. They rarely have extra actions."
"It is true."
"So can we do this."
Mountbatten made a few circles on the ground with branches, and then drew a few arrows to indicate the direction of Oak's attack.
"We dispersed the troops and used the battalion level or even company level as combat units to establish defensive positions at the commanding heights. With the character of Ok, they will never endure side attacks. Even if the number of attackers is small, they will be swarming. Surge over."
"This……"
When Simon pondered, Mountbatten's point of view was indeed very novel, because in the New California Republican area where continental militaryism is rampant, this method of decentralized combat is very rare, and even unacceptable.
From the viewpoint that soldiers get closer to command better, and morale is higher, few officers will do so.
Moreover, this tactic also very much tests the soldier's active combat capability, and there is another fatal flaw, or inevitable problem.
"... In this case, ~EbookFREE.me~ Wouldn't it be possible to withdraw?"
Mountbatten smiled. He straightened up, looked at the bright sky, and said:
"Since you have come to this place, do you think I still consider going back alive?"
Simon also smiled.
"You are still that bad temper."
Then he glanced down at the sketch on the floor.
"But this is not enough. You have to build enough stable work and it takes time."
"This is what I am most worried about, leaving us little time for construction work."
Suddenly, Simon put his right hand on his shoulder and smiled at him:
"Then let me buy you time."
The third is 8pm