Chapter 428: Blood is burning (4)

Relying on fearless courage and full of blood, the officers and soldiers of the only division blocked the iron flow of Ouke on the nearly zìshā terrain for a whole day.
Relying on the three lines of defense, they continued to retreat, gather, counterattack, retreat, reassemble, and counterattack, just like a stretched spring, entangled Ouke’s forces on the position, even if they were satisfied. I sent a cavalry unit under his control and failed to break through these three lines of defense.
There is no way, the two warlords can only continue to increase the number, and finally took a third of the troops up, still failed to break the human defense line before nightfall.
The price paid for this is that the entire division under the regimental regime has almost ceased to exist. The officer's death rate exceeded 70%. Even when the man appeared three minutes ago, the company was still the company commander. example.
The casualty rate of front-line combat troops is even more alarming, and some companies have hit single digits.
But the most tragic loss came from the rear. A killing rocket hit the command post of the only division, and more than ten senior officers, including division commander Simon Buckner, were martyred.
After nightfall, Ou Ke retreated briefly, and Mountbatton withdrew the only division from the position. After a simple reorganization, the whole division was divided into two regiments of more than 20,000, and the rest were all covered in blood. On the ground.
In exchange for the sacrifice of the only division, there are more than two hundred fortified strongholds, each of which is built into a ring, so that all firepower can be concentrated in any direction within a short time.
Ok was retreated temporarily, but Mountbatten knew that the other party did not choose to repair because of casualties, but simply to gather the scattered small troops. This night may be the real challenge.
He knew the rainy night from the survivors of the 7th Army. The enemies in the darkness are more terrible than the daytime. This is the iron law he has kept in mind from that moment. At this time, this law makes him sit down. disturbed.
The soldier's instinct tells him that the enemy will carry out night raids, and the soldiers are tired for a day, can they hold it?
With such doubts in mind, he sat in the dimly lit command post, holding the glass and staring at the map.
On a map composed of a large number of contour lines, more than two hundred strongholds are identified one by one, of which the most important are more than twenty, which are marked according to height as 107 highlands, 112 highlands, 117 highlands, etc., without exception All are close to the commanding height of 100 meters.
In the assumption of defense lines, they are "piles" and other strongholds are "nails".
The nails are pulled out, and the purpose of the pile is to stabilize the entire structure so that the whole will not collapse because of a few nails.
So on each pile, he deployed the most capable force, but even then his heart was still uneasy, because this completely deviated from the education he received, he broke up the troops and turned them into individual points. Instead of a line.
Will the soldiers not stand up? Is there anything wrong with morale? What should Oke do if he doesn’t obey their nature but rushes forward?
These questions haunted his thoughts like ghosts, making him uneasy.
But the results of today's single division also prove that if they still play in the same way as in the past, then even if they have such a lost terrain advantage, that is, they will continue to support the day, and they are still far from the goal.
The situation can only be changed.
While the Supreme Commander of the Second Division was extremely distressed, the soldiers Ryan secretly wiped tears from the trenches.
He was really scared.
Gunshots, gunshots, Ock's roar, these sounds tormented him all day.
When the wounded soldiers were transported down in the evening, he watched them pass by in embarrassment from below. The whole person seemed to have lost his soul.
He never realized that the war was so terrible.
Most of those wounds are lacerations or burns, and the broken limbs and broken arms are not the most terrible. Some people directly lose half of the body or lower body. Some of them are lying on the stretcher, but they are actually exhausted, just comrades Unwilling to give up, or to believe.
Death is like a sharp blade hanging over the head, which may fall at any time.
"Hey whats up?"
The kind-hearted Sergeant Vermeer came to him and handed him a hot drink, although only a few leaves of plants floated inside.
"nothing much……"
Larne grabbed the hat on the side, wiped it on his face, and put it back on his head again.
"Alas, everyone had a good life, let these green skins stir up."
Vermeer sighed while pulling a cigarette and a match from his pocket. Larne looked at him, his faint light illuminating his face.
"My child is still studying medicine. He is a person who doesn't like talking very much, but he likes riding horses very much."
The medical staff breathed out a burst of smoke and suddenly smiled and asked:
"Larn, do you have any siblings?"
"Two older sisters, one younger sister, and... a younger brother."
"It's really a big family, it's not easy to feed the family."
Lahn nodded undetectably. Since his childhood, his memory has been filled with endless farming work. Every ditch in the farmland and every animal in the pasture are very familiar to him. This is the farmer’s child. Childhood.
"Do you want to see these green-skinned monsters appear on your own farm?"
Vermeer suddenly raised a question that made Rahn a little surprised. He thought about it and shook his head vigorously.
"I also don't want to. My clinic is full of people injured by beasts, so I'm here, and you are here."
"All alert! All alert!"
Suddenly, the company commander stooped along the trench and trot all the way, Vermeer quickly extinguished the smoke at hand, and Rahn also held the bùqiāng beside him in his hand.
The light on the position was very dim, only a little oil lamp was shining, the company commander called everyone, everyone was lying on the bunker at the edge of the trench, the muzzle was facing the surging shadow below.
Judging by the sound, the enemy is only a few hundred meters away from them, and is moving to the right of the position. The target seems to be a stronghold next to them, where they are guarding another company that belongs to their regiment.
"anything else?"
Larne received a new mission, which was to distribute shǒuliúdàn to various soldiers.
So he ran back and forth in the trenches, distributing piles of shǒuliúdàn in the hands of each soldier. This time Mountbatten almost brought all shǒuliúdàn he could take away from Cadillac to deal with Ouke’s At that time, the role of bùqiāng is far less reliable than these powerful bàozhàwù.
And in order to strengthen the combat capability, these shǒuliúdàn are bundled together in groups of three, and become a more powerful cluster shǒuliúdàn.
For this reason, Lahn’s arms were almost broken, but fortunately he was a farmer, so despite the hard work, he distributed hundreds of clusters at a rapid rate.
waaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! ! !
Suddenly ~EbookFREE.me~ snarled, causing Rahn's hand to tremble, almost throwing shǒuliúdàn in the basket to the ground.
Hey~!
Ok's roar has not dissipated, the flare rises in a scream, followed by messy gunfire and bàozhà.
Larne raised his waist and looked down. He saw that under the red light, the turbulent Ouike infantry was rushing towards the firing stronghold. The number was so great that the formation pulled the flares. Outside the scope.
"hit!!"
Before the horrified Rahn could breathe, the company commander not far away gave a loud roar, and then their positions began to shoot loudly.
The sudden shooting alarmed the green tide that was on the charge, and soon there was a wave towards the stronghold where Larne was located.
The cruel night battle began.
Everyone has a ticket to support it~!