Chapter 991: The tendency of pressure (3)

"stand up!"
The commander of the 11th Infantry Company Yadwu shouted and rushed into the tent
"Get up now!"
"Go away, or I'll kill you."
A soldier rolled over in his sleeping bag and told his captain this way.
Yadwu kicked the soldier's buttocks, which was a large target that was very easy to aim at.
"Get up! Or I'll kill you first! Pig!"
The soldier immediately stood up, rubbed his rear of the attack, and blinked under the dim light in the tent.
His head was muddled, numbly distinguishing what was a real memory segment and what was the dream just now.
"what happened?"
The soldiers also climbed up one after another. It was still early in the morning, and the sunlight did not rise completely.
Yadwu stared at them, and there was a hint of uneasiness in the captain's eyes. That kind of gaze was such a tall, muscular guy that was never needed.
"Wake up! The enemy is coming!"
The soldiers rushed to the tent mouth and tried to jump on and put on their boots.
Everyone can already hear that voice very clearly.
That kind of shock.
Beyond a certain distance, the battle sounds like a special sound.
The vibration of the ground, the roar of the engine, the roar of the weapon, the muffled blast, and the shouts of people are all intertwined into an ominous whisper, just like the barbaric growl of a monster that is gradually awakening across the hill.
It always shows the days when lucky people on the battlefield save their lives, or moments that those who survive will never forget.
Outside the tent, it was dim, the camp was in chaos, and the soldiers rushed to prepare for the battle.
Yadeu raised his head and looked at the sky, and the slowly turning clouds were stained with a weird red color, like the water flowing into the blood.
On the east side, there seemed to be a slow-moving huge dust storm covering the front line, even the dark fortifications were engulfed.
The officers squeezed out of the surging crowd, shouting orders and demanding communication.
Beside the 11th company's camp, an assault engineer company was pouring out of the tent and barracks with the same hustle and bustle.
Farther away, it is a sign of doom.
Under the shadow of sand and dust, the intermittent flash of explosion looks like someone shaking a sand mask in front of the signal light, and the blast is frequent like a firecracker.
Everyone could hear the roar of heavy weapons and the low-pitched roar of artillery positions when they woke up.
There are also drum sounds, real war drums, wild and hasty drumming.
After a few seconds, the machine guns began to fire shining tracers from the few bunkers in the southeast to the sand in the east, adding their screams to the messy whisper.
There was also roar from the artillery position at the rear, and the tremor shook the tip of the tent.
Yadeu climbed to the height of the trench and raised his binoculars to see. First he saw the movement of the approaching sandstorm and then distinguished a figure and figure.
"Damn..."
After froze for a few seconds, he said softly.
He had participated in the catastrophic battle of the thunderstorm, and he had faced Oke's soldier front directly, when he was still just an ordinary soldier.
But he never forgot the sound of ten thousand throats growling, the roar was like the whisper of the of war.
He has never forgotten that scene.
Now, he was forced to recall all that.
A large group of Oake came out from the rolling clouds, and the charged infantry and rampant riders swept the fortifications like a locust swarm, and landed on the front line of the single division like a landslide.
The heavily armoured leader led the offensive. Their flying tomahawks and long swords shone in the dim light, and the tide of infantry followed.
Covered by sand and dust, their green skin looked black, like countless locusts surging.
Yadeu saw a pair of flying flags with crossed blood fangs. The battle flag made of leather waved like a fragile green metal. The totem poles towering farther away depicted flames, storms and ok. The smiley face is said to be their original deity.
They have no organization and no military discipline.
The cavalry charged with a large group of infantry, and he saw sporadic gangsters screaming on the motorcycle. The primitive rocket driven by unstable compounds exploded like fireworks from the herd and exploded in the frontier camp.
The roar was no longer a whisper, it became a roar.
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Yadeu jumped from the top of the trench and fell beside his men.
Which army was stationed in the east before, it has been engulfed by this storm, and Yadeu also knew that with the storm, they had only five minutes before Ouke's offensive came to him.
"Enter the position! Enter the position!"
He shouted to the soldiers.
"One row, on the right! Put the mortar behind! Communicate the order! Communicate!"
The soldiers turned like a precise machine and jumped into the trenches. The gunners flanked their teeth and tried to move their heavy weapons, ammunition boxes and tripods to new positions, carrying mortar barrels on their shoulders. Soldiers ran past them.
"Heavy machine gun! Here! Listen to my order to fire!"
Yadeu shouted at the soldiers who came to the machine gun position, and the signal soldier also appeared beside him, cramming a communicator into the chief's hand.
"Commander! I am Yadeu! I am Yadeu!"
Bronz called out.
"Position 88 and east of position 88, a large-scale invasion! A large number of enemy troops have arrived! It is the Blood Tooth Legion! It is the Blood Tooth Legion! We are preparing to fight! Request reinforcements!"
"I already understand."
The other end of the communicator answered this.
"Stand on the spot, I am allocating troops to your position."
"Roger that!"
Yadeu replied succinctly. He threw the communicator to the correspondent.
"Stand up the flag!"
Having finished speaking, the company commander looked back at the end that was about to devour them.
He realized that what he was afraid of was not those huge, howling enemies, but the looming huge shadow behind the smoke and sand.
It is like a mountain with a crushing roof.
"Invasion Report on Position 88 and East!"
"A large number of enemy troops!"
"Enemies met at Post 18! We"
"The positions 89 and 90 did not pay off!"
"Request a report from the fourth company's outpost!"
"Position 91 reports casualties ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and"
"Say it again! Repeat!"
"Without your signal, position 90"
"Position 93 reported encountering an enemy!"
The room in the town that serves as the command center is full of people shouting and dancing.
A group of senior officers rushed into the command post, seeking combat information, shoving to see the map that occupied the huge map table in the center of the room.
Some of them were disheveled and sleepy, while others were wearing buttons on their clothes and robes.
Outside the room, the heads of the tactical and logistics departments ran like headless flies, their voices mixed with the queries from the crowd.
"be quiet!"