Chapter 358: Blood Banner (19)

General Prokhov's anxious gaze swept through every position and line of defense through the telescope. Almost all the pre-set fortifications were severely damaged in the battle. The remains of the bunker collapsed by the shells were scattered across the canyon. Entrance.
Almost all the rock walls of the mountains on both sides were cut by artillery fire, and the uneven scars of broken bricks proved the power of each blow.
The ground was filled with a mess of twisted black debris, and a few of the fortifications were still burning, blowing black smoke into the air, and Oak had just destroyed them.
Prokhov couldn't help feeling a despair.
So far, none of the original plans are ideal. The Oak in the pocket is not eaten. The Oak outside is much more difficult to deal with than expected. If this continues, the entire Aksum Legion will be buried. it's here.
This is not a pessimistic argument, but a terrible reality that is happening.
From the contact between the two sides to now, he has killed two division commanders, more than twenty regiment heads, and countless lower-level officers, and some regiments have reached a 70% casualty rate!
What's more sad is that their sacrifice did not bring any hope. Ouke's offensive was not reduced. The huge pressure forced them to use no extra force to entrap Oke in the "pocket", and the siege became Anti-siege, the front and back pinch turned into the center blossom, and Prokhov really wanted to drag the night blade out of his idea and shoot it.
But if you think about it carefully, you should actually kill yourself. If it’s not his gambler mentality, if you want to more easily resolve this attack, according to the past plan, honestly defend the mountain defense line, and Oak Fighting the saw-saw battle may not have such an ugly result.
But nothing can be undone. The only thing he can do is to fight the battle in front of him and find a suitable time to withdraw as many troops as possible.
He has no hope for this battle, and serious casualties have made all plans meaningless.
In the command post behind him, Yi Si, chief priest of Aksum in a robe, pressed his finger on the communicator to adjust it to all channels, and then said:
"The warriors of Axum, here is your entourage priest Yi Sihou Aier. I will fight side by side with you in the name of emperor and father, listen to the words of the saints, and help you to overcome the filthy and despicable enemy!"
As he chanted, violent fire broke out from the attacking Oak cluster, and the electric light hissed, igniting a burst of steam.
A moment later, the Aksum Legion responded to this round of volley. A round of heavy artillery smashed towards the giant Sculptor equipped with heavy weapons, and flew them around, flesh and blood.
But Yi Sihou only focused on recitation, and his fingers crossed the rosary beads rhythmically.
"...The more religious the faith is, the more fearless the heart is, the more fearless the heart is, the more responsible the duty is, so I can stand by the divine father..."
Suddenly, the scream of artillery shells came from the position on the east side, and after destroying most of the human guards on the position, the fastest part of Ouk began to turn and attack the wings of the central position.
Prokhov began to give orders to the artillery while he was waiting for his recitation.
"I need you to cover and shoot the No. 102 position on the east side and kill all the live stuff."
"There seems to be the remnants of the 15th Infantry Regiment, sir."
The artillery commander's voice came from another communicator, but Prokhov walked back and forth only two steps.
"I said to kill everything, Colonel!"
He growled, and there was a sudden silence over the communicator.
The sound of heavy machine gun and rifle shooting formed a special melody. The head of the Seventeenth Infantry Regiment, "Stone Wall" Jackson, led the man back to the hurriedly built fortress, sandbags and barbed wire extending from one end of the position to At the other end, the erected heavy weapons began to shoot at the rushing Oak.
Suddenly, he heard that a leader of the Oaks was yelling nearby. Soon, three Oaks bypassed a trench and appeared on his right. He obviously planned to give them to the 17th Regiment when they were under fire suppression. Sneak attack.
Before he came up with a countermeasure, his hand raised the gun instinctively, shooting a burst of firepower.
The lead attacker was laid down on the ground, his big face turned into a smoke-shaped black oval, the soldier Tarvin fired a series of bursts at the other two, and a guy hit two shots in the chest firmly. The other was hit in the shoulder.
Although it was not enough to kill them, it caused the other party to spin and scream.
Then they stopped and began shooting at humans with poor weapons, which was a very troublesome angle, just to suppress the firepower of the machine gun that Jackson relied on very much.
The bullets screamed around the machine gun team. They were still colored in the direction of Oak but with little effect, and screaming and roaring came across the position.
When Jackson and his machine gun team were suppressed, more Oaks began to move forward, trying to get as close as possible to the position of the 17th Regiment.
To make matters worse, a behemoth suddenly appeared in a heavy step and stepped on the position. The weapon behind it began to fire at the humans below.
Pedestrian Alexander hit a three-shot burst into the screaming shadow above him. A few seconds later, a dead corpse fell from the empty weapon position and fell with the sound of bone fracture At the foot of the giant Scrooge.
The other soldiers also turned their guns upward and opened fire, suppressing the other party's firepower, but the situation no longer allowed them to stay here.
"Grenade! Cover retreat alternately!"
It was harder to say than this. A group of Oaker-Jackson briefly glanced at least 50, rushed at them around the ruins of the burning bunker, and ran wild while firing at them, the soldiers hit the ground with bullets. Shi flashed for cover, and the trench on the left seemed to be the only option.
"soldier!"
Jackson jumped in and shouted:
"Follow me~EbookFREE.me~ Boys, follow me!"
No one would be stunned in the same place, and when another fiery volley shot across the position, everyone jumped into the trench at once.
But some people are wailing, and a machine gun squad is being cut into smoky pieces by the firepower of Ok.
There was chaos on the battlefield, and the original organization had basically been broken up, just as if they were not on their positions at all now.
Jackson kicked someone's body while peeking out of a shooting position, but he didn't go to see it. He is only concerned about the situation outside. The company that defended here was completely suppressed after a broken wall that could not be supported for long. The enemy's heavy machine guns have begun to roar, and it is only a matter of time before the walls are broken.
"We were flanked, see their ghost!"
Jackson was roaring, and his anger could be felt even by the soldiers at the end of the trench.
"Those Oke flanking forces are approaching, we can't go anywhere, we will be killed!"
Finally, some people collapsed, they shrank in the trenches and cried and cried with their heads in their hands.
At this time, Oak's firepower began to shift, the sound of guns repeatedly sounded behind the position, and there was a huge noise of strange weapons.
As everyone guessed, the defensive limit of the Aksum Legion has arrived. The rumble is just a prelude to singing on this occasion. Prokhov in the command post is convinced that Ok has broken down the positions of the left and right wings and is ready to launch a thorough Full offense.
Jackson was also somewhat discouraged, and he was always known for being stubborn and tenacious. At this time, he could also feel the despair in the air.
They failed, and Ok was about to step on their body by stepping on their corpses, and everything would go in the worst direction...