Chapter 430: Blood is burning (6)

Between the armistice at dawn, Mountbatten toured various strongholds. As he thought, the biggest advantage of fighting against the green skin is that they are very easy to be lured. This recognition was proved to be effective last night. Their battle There is no clear purpose, at least for now.
The casualty statistics were submitted to him after rough statistics. It was not a very optimistic number. On this night, he lost more than 3,000 capable soldiers. Although he absorbed some of the remnants of the Seventh Corps during the departure, it made the independence The number of the Second Division has climbed to more than 30,000, but the same enemy has only carried out a tentative attack.
A total of 27 strongholds were breached during the night raid last night. Thankfully, all the nails were pulled out, and the "pillars" were firmly controlled by human hands.
Of the 27 defensive strongholds that were breached, 13 strongholds were fought until the last person was lost, and the other 14 were soldiers who gave up after a certain amount of casualties or the death of the chief.
For those deserters, Mountbatten decided to adopt an ancient punishment measure-eleven smash.
After letting them execute one-tenth of them personally, Mountbatten broke up and reorganized them to form a new company and sent them back to the strongholds that were broken. This was his last kindness.
Ok didn’t occupy those highlands, and it was the only good news that night was gratifying.
Every soldier must use the extreme, everyone must fight like a hero, Mountbatten has always conveyed this idea to soldiers and officers, because this is the only way they can stick to it, Mountbatten is not a heart The general, but for the people who moved behind, he could only do so.
"General, a group of militia and dànyào came."
As soon as he returned to the command post, the deputy commander found him and brought a few people.
"General Mountbatten, hello, my name is Antikis"
It was a middle-aged man with a semi-bald head and a rosacea on his face. He was wearing a militia costume and was followed by several young people.
"Hello there."
Mountbatten shook hands with each other and then gratefully said:
"Did you ship dànyào for us? Thank you very much. How is the evacuation going now?"
"There are still a lot of people crowded in the pier and the station. There was some trouble in the city a few days ago. It is said that some people want to blow up the railway. The street is full of police. It seems that the people of the Tribunal of the Kaimon Church are also active. disturbed."
"That's it, you have to evacuate quickly. It may not last long here."
"Of course, the key is..."
Antikis rubbed his nose and turned to point at the young men.
"I heard that you are fighting against the green skin, my nephew, cousins, and a large group of good guys, they hope to do their best."
As he was saying, the young men saluted a standard military salute to Mountbatten. Mountbatten also smiled back at them, but he did not accept it.
"Thank you for your support, but it’s dangerous here, I can’t let non-combatants—"
"Sir! We have been trained!"
A young man interrupted Mountbatten's words. He straightened his body and raised his head slightly.
"Young man, what is your name?"
"Louis."
"Louis, you have had several weeks of military training."
"Probably... seven weeks."
"Continuous?"
"Uh, no, no, when the farm is idle, it is about once every six months, starting at the age of 14."
Mountbatten walked to his side with a smile, put his hand on his shoulder and said:
"If an Oaker rushes to a position twenty yards away from you, what should you do at this time?"
"Report sir, aim and shoot!"
Louis answered confidently, but Mountbatten shook his head.
"No, at least not here."
Louis glared at him, not knowing what to say, but Mountbatten reached for the jug beside him, then tucked it into his arms.
"The soldiers here have only one choice, holding shǒuliúdàn and rushing past."
For a time, the command post was terribly quiet.
Mountbatten turned around and picked up a pen and a telescope from the table on the side, and came to the antiquity of Dionysos, laughing:
"Thank you very much for sending us dànyào despite the hardships and dangers. This is my personal little gift."
"Sir!"
Suddenly, Louis took a step forward, still holding the kettle in his arms.
"Then give me a few shǒuliúdàn!"
The smile on Mountbatten's face disappeared. He turned around and stepped in front of the other person, his expression becoming serious.
"If this is the only thing I can do, give me a few shǒuliúdàn! Sir."
"Do you know what you are talking about."
"Very clear, sir!"
"Don't make death so easy. No one wants to die here. We are here to die so that you can live!"
Mountbatten's tone was harsh everywhere, but the young man did not mean to give in at all.
"I've been dead once in Akam, sir!"
This sentence suddenly made him stunned. He looked at Antikis. The other person rubbed his hands and said with a sigh:
"They were all militias and refugees who had been withdrawn from Arkham, and their family members died in the hands of green skin, alas."
Mountbatten took off his hat in silence and walked over to the edge of the long table step by step, his hands resting on the edge of the table, his head drooping, and a hoarse voice.
"Are you sure? Once you go up, you can't go down again."
"Sir, assign tasks!"
"How many of you."
"Two thousand...less than three thousand."
"Understood, Kells, divide them according to standard companies, and then assign them to combat positions, giving priority to supplementing companies with losses of more than 30%."
"Yes!"
After the deputy commander took away these people, Mount Patton suddenly slammed the desktop with both hands, and the placed water cup immediately bounced and fell, and the water that was flowing out quickly wet a large map and paper.
Mountbatten didn't pay attention to this, but slumped on the chair beside him, with an expression of annoyance and helplessness. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
"Damn war, green skin, damn..."
Painful cursing overflowed between the teeth, Mountbatten had never hated himself as much as he does now, because he actually neglected something.
Most of Louis and the boys behind him are just 16 or 7 years old, but he does need to be replenished now, and he feels as cold as a jerk.
Boom~~~~~~!
In the distant sky, rumbling gunfire sounded again, and roars and gunshots mixed with noise began to be heard from the radio station. Mountbaton specially configured radio stations for those twenty key nodes.
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! !
When the roar under the cover of the gunfire passed into the command post, Mountbatten stood up and became the steel soldier again. He knew that the time for Ai to complain was over.
Ok's large-scale offensive has arrived...