Chapter 850: Torrent (3)

"Keep shooting! Watch the wings!"
Generally speaking, at the Jackson level, there is little direct intervention in front-line command. However, after a few weeks of hard work in Mihir Hill, the casualty rate of the officers was extremely high. The temporarily promoted sergeants were able to achieve even the long queue, but when they reached the level of the regiment leader, they were somewhat incapable.
Therefore, even if it is an imperial lieutenant, this time it has to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the front line commander.
Several machine guns fired across the road, shooting the surviving green skin into pieces, and the two burning trucks actually blocked more Oak who wanted to move forward through the top of the dam and attack them. .
Regrettably, heavy mortars were unable to shoot the green skin resolutely rushing under the slope, and the soldiers were forced to counterattack with their support weapons.
The raging wave of death was so close that it could be hit with a gun to the top of the slope. Many soldiers saw the machine badly and turned to hide behind the bunker. It seemed that a series of bullets mixed with metal fragments and live ammunition flew past Jackson.
"They are not far from us."
Night Blade also noticed this situation and dragged Jackson into a bunker behind him.
But not everyone was so lucky. The dozens of soldiers nearby were knocked down by the violent rain of bullets. If Jackson was right, they would probably not stand up again.
"What the is he doing?"
This was a cry of exclamation from Ye Ye.
"Ok?"
At the same time, Jackson discovered the medics of the 103rd Infantry Regiment.
The little man ran forward, lowered his body and lowered his chance of being shot, apparently intending to take care of the wounded on the battlefield.
If he still insists on doing so, he will definitely go to see the Father with them.
"Cedric, cover the vet."
The head of the 103rd regiment waved his hand to Jackson to confirm that he had received the order, took his soldiers to change the target, and fired at the enemy who continued to shoot at the medics.
Of course, it is not to say that the suppression of firepower will cause any real damage to the green skin, but they may be lucky, and Oak, who tripped on the front row of corpses, can't hit the survivors at all.
"We have aimed at the target."
This was the signal of the artillery division commander of the complex cannon to Jackson. He realized that the metal plate used for hiding behind had stopped moving, and the low-hanging barrel rubbed against its gun rack with a rattle.
"This is already the lowest range of artillery."
"Hope this is enough."
Jackson said that he turned and hid behind another bunker.
At this time he could already see the faces of the first batch of green skins that were turning over the edge of the slope. They fell in groups under the firepower of heavy machine guns and rifles. The troops behind them directly crossed the bodies of the casualties and concentrated on Rushed forward.
When they fell, more green skin surged over.
Despite being severely wounded enough to kill ordinary people three times, their amazing resilience still supports them to continue to advance in the rain of bullets.
"Throw a grenade!"
The company commanders ordered that the green rows in the front rows were suddenly blown to flesh and blood, but even this could not stop the enemies like the tide.
"Fire at that dog day!"
The artillery soldiers hardly need more encouragement. The heavy artillery is worthy of its name. Its roar echoes between the isolated valleys, even covering up the sound made during the battle.
When Jackson turned and stared at the dam, the shells had flown out.
The artillery of the members of the artillery group is not bad. The gun was in the middle of the target. The shell exploded a crack on the smooth spill wall, and a jet of water ejected from it directly fell into the spillway below.
A blast of crushed rock powder was lifted into the air by the blast wave. Jackson took the telescope passed by the adjutant and crossed the dead body of the soldier who had just been killed by stray bullets. He clearly saw the following situation.
"One more shot."
Soon, he ordered, but it seemed redundant.
Because while he was speaking, the gunner under great pressure had pushed another shell into the gun.
"Jackson!"
Elena screamed in the communicator:
"In the name of the Three Witches, tell me what are you doing?"
"Save you some time."
Any comments that want to elaborate further are concealed in the continuous roar of the cannon group, and the grumble of the communicator is interrupted by the cannonball.
As the straight trajectory looked, the sound of the explosion and the roar of the artillery mixed together, like two thunderbolts connected together.
There is no doubt that this time the shells hit the target again.
A large amount of water stored in the lake poured out of the blasted hole and directly poured into the spillway, and the green-skin troops who were struggling along the dry river channel suddenly found that their feet were wet, and the water flow quickly exceeded The limit of the river embankment.
Suddenly the water had not passed their chests, and the continuous flow of water suddenly filled the entire river channel. The green skin with their hands and feet flicked away the weapons in their hands and danced their limbs helplessly in the water.
Green skins have many things, but it seems that diving is not in their genetic talent.
"Finally, these lice were washed away from our heads."
The Chief of Staff commented with satisfaction. He seemed to be weak. He pulled out his pistol and opened fire on a green leather with a battle axe. The guy shouted the same war cry and was looking for the target of the killing.
For safety reasons, when it was knocked down, the surrounding soldiers also made up a few shots.
No matter how tenacious they are, Jackson has never seen them lose their heads and be able to get up and continue fighting.
To his surprise, he also used the afterglow of his eyes to reach the 103th regiment's military doctor. He was unscathed and was dragging an injured soldier to a safe place with a respectful expression on his face.
"Don't you understand what I just told you?"
Elena's voice never disappeared and her emotions were very excited. She seemed to have forgotten to remain calm about the world.
"We have not yet turned off the generator, let alone exported the capacitor"
"Ok."
Jackson interrupted her endless speech.
"How much impact do you think the explosion will have?"
"It's big enough to destroy the integrity of the whole building~EbookFREE.me~ she said coldly, as if that was a bad thing.
"You better pray..."
Jackson never thought what he should pray, because then his wish had been fulfilled perfectly.
Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A mysterious loud noise from below is reminiscent of an earthquake deep in the earth. The amount of water flowing out is a thousand times that of the original. It is also accompanied by some tank-sized rocks. The boulder fell into the valley below. A large amount of green skin was crushed into meat sauce.
"Three witches!"
The voice of Elena's admonition suddenly sounded, with terrified horror, and even shivered, which is very rare for a wizard.
"The whole dam is collapsing!"