Chapter 425: Blood is burning (1)

Barge’s legion crossed the Sikh Bridge before the scuttle, and merged with the Naz Legion in Ximu Town, and brought enough dànyào and weapons, including hundreds of doors with relatively small caliber but barely keeping up. Pace of artillery.
The two warlords met together and decided not to wait for the teeth to arrive, they first attacked humans because they felt that Xiami had been scared and would not organize any decent resistance.
Although the information from the blood worship church showed that two troops were on the way to Kadilun, Naz and Barge didn’t think it was a threat. On the battlefield of Mapingchuan, even a tenfold enemy They are also confident of defeating, not to mention that there must not be that much.
What a spoiled loot in a city bigger than Arkham!
The only enemy the two warlords have to face is each other. The spoils are always limited, but the greed of an Ok is endless.
It's impossible to go around the road. Only the nearest straight line can reach the goal earlier than the other. So in the early morning after the convergence of the two armies, more than one hundred thousand children rushed to kill Caden As for the two independent teachers on Kwaihara Ridge, it was like a small stone at the foot of the giant.
When the great wheel of war had been rolled over, the only division had built three three-dimensional lines of defense in the northern part of Kwaihara. The interlaced trenches cut the flat farmland into countless finely divided blocks, and the barbed wire was built up one after another. The temporarily built bunker is jīqiāng ready to shoot at any time.
The entire single division was scattered on the front of the four-kilometer-wide defense, and the division headquarters was established within a few hundred meters of the third line of defense. Simon had told everyone about their mission.
At all costs, buy time for the construction of the second division!
Strictly waiting in the front, the second division in the rear was naturally not idle, Mountbatten divided the main force of the troops into more than two hundred small combat units, which were assigned to independent positions, and their fortifications were no longer linear, but Circular.
The pillar of the defensive point is jīqiāng. In order to strengthen the defensive ability, Mountbatten even broke up the wizard camp and distributed it to various combat units, including some unique wizards.
By this time, Mountbatten's only reserve team was a strengthening regiment and its own guard, and even the gendarmerie battalion was sent to the front.
The soldiers are not used to this kind of combat, but they are all boys in Marseille. Their ancestors are the remnants of the long-dead West Kyrenian Empire. The blood of warfare and combativeness flows through them. Although they are not used to this type of combat, they still try their best to do what is at hand.
For example, construction work.
"It's really bad..."
Larne flipped the soil from his feet with a shovel, and then threw it on the piled of the right side. He is now full of complaints and sadness. The continuous gāoqiáng degree of work has already made his hands full of calluses. There were several blisters.
Since arriving here, their company began to dig pits, dig holes, and dig trenches day and night, as if to turn this 100-meter-high mound into a bunker.
He didn't understand the significance of this. Shouldn't they be staying with the big troops and protecting themselves with a whole line of defense?
But the order is the order. His complaint does not change anything. There is a little time before lunch, but Larne is so hungry that he is dizzy. He has only eaten a small piece of bread from the morning till now, not even cheese!
"Hey! You can't do this job."
Suddenly, a voice came from above his head, and Rahn looked up and found that his fellow Fellow Teja squatted by the trench and looked at him with interest.
"According to the assigned work, you at least get over there now."
Rahn did not speak, but bowed his head to continue the work at hand.
"then."
A thing hit his head. Rahn caught it quickly and found it was a big piece of biscuit, hard and thick.
He looked up in confusion, but saw the smiling face of his fellow countryman.
"Eat, I guess you should be hungry too."
"Thank you……"
Larne spit out two words, then tore the paper packaging out of the biscuit, and gorged on the slightly sweet dry food.
"Ah, it's not easy."
Ferrom Teja jumped down, handed him a kettle, and the two sat down against the dànyào box.
"I heard people from a division are in front of us."
Larne, who bulged his cheeks like a squirrel, nodded. He also knew about it. This may be his good luck again to bless him. At least here, they still have a to rely on.
"It sounds crazy, just two divisions... Larne, are you afraid?"
Larne swallowed the food and took another sip of water, holding the kettle in his hands. After a moment of silence, he nodded gently.
Fei Luo Tejia seems to have expected that this would be the case, reached out to pat off the soil on the other side of the shoulder, said softly:
"It's nothing embarrassing, it's all born of parents, bullets fly over the head, shells explode under the crotch, who is not afraid of changing."
"we……"
Larne hesitated, then said in a deliberately low voice:
"... will we die?"
His fellow countryman looked at him and blinked.
"I don't know about this problem. Maybe only the Holy Father can decide who will die and who can live."
Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Suddenly, the roar from a distance interrupted the conversation between the two of them. They hurriedly climbed out of the trench and looked at the position where the sound was made, even the other people in the team.
Because everyone is very familiar with this kind of sound, this is a gunshot.
"what's the situation?"
There was a lot of discussion, including the three wizards assigned in the company, but they only talked in a very quiet voice~EbookFREE.me~Lahn, who was nearer, vaguely heard "take the enemy" "Ok" A vocabulary that made him very uneasy.
Finally, another rough voice confirmed everyone's guess.
"The 1st division seems to have already done it with Ok!"
Their company commander stood at the highest point of the position, holding a telescope and staring in the direction of the sole division, where a large amount of rising smoke could already be seen.
"Guys! We don't have much time! Have lunch right away, and then immediately fix the unfinished work!"
The position quickly became busy, and the soldiers started to cook together. Although it was cooking, it was actually hot liquid food and bread, but Larne lost his appetite.
He clasped the wooden handle of the shovel and stared at the other side of the smoke, and thoughts rolled through his mind.
Then he returned to the trench and began to wave his shovel hard.
The Father is on, he wants to live, he wants to go back to his hometown, back to his loved ones!