The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 210 Can Animagus also be used for boarding?
Just as Lieutenant General Hakra took cover, the two massive shells landed on the ground, causing a tremor.

The heavy explosion struck everyone's hearts like a hammer blow. When they saw the two 150mm heavy cannons take off, the hearts of the Altrians were broken.

Damn it, do you know how expensive these heavy artillery pieces are?
This is all their hard-earned money!
Because of the underdeveloped industrial base of Altera, their heavy weaponry has historically relied almost entirely on imports.

For example, the artillery in their ranks was mainly imported from the Black Hawk Empire, while the armored vehicles they used were mostly from the Nightless Empire.

Although the Black Hawk Empire has plans to support Altera, these ruthless guys never do anything that doesn't benefit them.

For such large-caliber heavy artillery, if the price isn't several times higher than the market price, it would be a disservice to their conscience!

It doesn't matter if they don't want to buy them. Putting aside the question of which country they can buy enough heavy artillery from, the fact that the Black Hawk Empire has imposed a supply embargo and transportation blockade on them is enough to make them very uncomfortable.

If they are held hostage by the Black Hawk Empire, they will have no choice but to turn to the Cambrian Empire once again. However, the thought of the Cambrian Empire's past rule makes them feel frustrated.

Once upon a time, Altera was a vassal state of the Cambrian Empire, or rather, a state within the Cambrian Empire.

Historically, the Tsars' policies towards them were actually quite lenient; aside from collecting taxes, they hardly interfered in anything else.

Until the Cambrian Empire began its serfdom reforms, in order to divert domestic conflicts, the Tsar turned his attention to their westernmost state.

At that time, the Tsar not only increased taxes significantly, but also forced all Altrians to learn the Cambrian language, demanded that they abolish their own writing system, and even sent large numbers of so-called pioneering teams to invade their territory.

Damn it, if these guys want to emancipate the serfs, then let them emancipate them!

How come a whole bunch of landless serfs were thrown onto their land and came to take it away?
From that time on, the Oltanians launched a war of independence to defend their national dignity, and also to prevent the domestic bourgeoisie and nobles from losing all power.

Under normal circumstances, they would never be a match for the massive Cambrian Empire.

Not long after, a civil war broke out in the Cambrian Empire, with Prince Nicholas, representing the interests of the landed nobility, and Prince Constantine, representing the interests of the new nobility, engaging in a fierce battle.

Although Nicholas emerged victorious in the final civil war, the three-year conflict severely weakened the Cambrian Empire, ultimately forcing it to abandon its war against Altera and recognize their independence.

However, a war that broke out in the Great Northern War more than a decade ago made the Altrians feel extremely oppressed, and at the same time further intensified their hatred for the Cambrian Empire.

Wait a minute, why did he suddenly start thinking about historical issues while he was thinking about them?

Lieutenant General Hakra shook his head, quickly clearing his mind of the jumbled thoughts, and looked at the two completely destroyed heavy artillery pieces with a pained expression.

"Quickly, have our skin-changing men continue searching for the enemy's location, tell them to report their positions immediately, and launch a counterattack against the enemy's artillery!"

Lieutenant General Hakra had just let out a roar when he heard the deafening sound of cannon fire.

When two heavy shells landed on his artillery position again, destroying his two heavy cannons, he was devastated.

What the hell! How come the enemy's heavy artillery is so accurate?
Moreover, he couldn't understand what techniques the other side had used to achieve such an exaggerated firing rate with such heavy artillery.

The unfortunate division commander had no idea that the various abilities these players used when firing their cannons were utterly unscientific.

After all, these players could see large red dots on the ground from the overhead view when the cannons were fired, based on the previous flare markings.

Therefore, they only need to make slight adjustments to ensure that their shells hit the target every time.

As for reloading, that depends entirely on the player's absolutely insane power.

The player's power has always been a mystery, for example, when moving these kinds of shells.

God knows how these players managed to do it. A 9.2-inch siege cannon shell weighs a full 130 kilograms, yet the player can casually toss such a heavy shell over and push it into the magazine with one hand.

This insane speed is faster than any loading machine; it's almost like the artillery is leaving afterimages!
One of the skin-changing beings cautiously took to the air, briefly surveyed the distance, and then landed back down, saying to the commander with a terrified expression:
"General, I've roughly pinpointed the enemy's location, but they keep moving!"

"What should we do if their location keeps changing?"

Lieutenant General Hakra waved his hand dismissively, then questioned them:
"What nonsense are you talking about? You mean to say that such an exaggeratedly heavy artillery piece is actually a self-propelled gun?"

Upon seeing the skin-changing man nod, Lieutenant General Hakra felt dizzy.

Impossible! Absolutely impossible! When did the Cambrian Empire acquire such advanced technology?

How did the enemy manage to ensure that the chassis of such an exaggeratedly heavy artillery could withstand the weight without collapsing due to recoil?

Andrei was also very curious about this issue.

He didn't know what the players had done to this six-legged heavy chassis that allowed it to withstand the recoil of a 9.2-inch siege cannon.

After much thought, he could only attribute it all to the game system's special handling of vehicles and various weapons:

Unless attacked, these weapons will not be damaged for some inexplicable reason, nor will they be rendered useless by their own recoil or mechanical failure!
So once the player mounted this heavy cannon and it was successfully recognized as a weapon, the game system forcibly neutralized its recoil!
"Tell me, just how fast can that thing run? Get a rough estimate of its speed, then unleash a barrage of fire on those two cannons!"

Self-propelled artillery, huh? So what if it's self-propelled artillery?
He refused to believe it. Could it be that his artillery bombardment wouldn't hit the enemy's self-propelled artillery?

"Commander, based on our preliminary calculations using the rangefinder we brought, the movement speed of that heavy artillery is approximately 20 kilometers per hour..."

That's absolutely outrageous!
Lieutenant General Hakra slammed his binoculars to the ground, stared at the skin-changing man before him, and asked incredulously:

"Duoshao? Repeat that again, how fast is that thing?"

"Commander, 20 kilometers per hour... that's about right, at least not too far off!"

Numb, tired, let's destroy it!
Goodness, people say that the Black Hawk Empire and the Nightless Empire are good at making all kinds of high-tech products and have the best technological strength in the world, but from this perspective, the Cambrian Empire's technological strength is not bad either!

He racked his brains but couldn't imagine what a behemoth capable of speeds exceeding 20 kilometers per hour and with firepower comparable to a fortress cannon would look like. He could only say that this thing was beyond his comprehension.

Just as they were talking, several more rounds of heavy artillery shells slammed into his position, destroying many of his cannons.

Moreover, each time such a heavy shell lands on the ground, the resulting shockwave can instantly kill a group of soldiers in the vicinity due to overpressure.

These soldiers, who were literally killed by the shockwave, appeared to be fine on the surface, but in reality, their internal organs were ruptured and their abdomens were filled with burst blood vessels.

If they were dissected at this point, the military doctors would surely witness a truly spectacular scene.

Faced with such a blow, Lieutenant General Hakra wanted to retreat, but at the same time he wanted to destroy the enemy's heavy artillery as soon as possible.

If the suppression from just two heavy cannons could destroy an entire artillery division, then that artillery division would be far too disgraceful!
He absolutely could not accept that his proud and powerful artillery force would be destroyed by the enemy with just two cannons!

Besides, with so many cannons on the ground, even if they were packed up and cleaned up on the spot, how many could actually be removed in the end?
Rather than gambling that he could eventually withdraw a few cannons, he would rather gamble that he would be lucky enough to wipe out the enemy's heavy artillery with a single sweeping attack!

According to the reconnaissance of the skin-changing man, the artillery on that side is definitely no more than 10 kilometers away from their position. Whether it is the 120mm howitzer or the 150mm heavy artillery on their position, they can easily cover that range.

Therefore, this means that he will never be unable to fight back when attacked by the enemy. If the enemy's artillery can hit him, he can hit the enemy in the same way!
Unfortunately, the 9.2-inch siege cannon used by the player is ultimately just a short-barreled heavy artillery piece.

This thing wasn't designed to engage in artillery duels with the enemy; it was designed to attack enemy fortified strongholds.

Therefore, this artillery only considered power and not range, and its maximum range was only 12.7 kilometers, which is about the same as the range of the 120 mm howitzer equipped by the Altranya.

The continuous artillery fire was directed one after another towards the two heavy cannons in the distance, attempting to destroy them with overwhelming bombardment.

The forest surrounding the two cannons was unlucky; countless trees were completely destroyed by the heavy artillery, and large swathes of dense forest collapsed under the continuous bombardment.

Even after being subjected to a barrage of bombardments, the two heavy cannons were not destroyed and continued to fire at the enemy.

There was no other way; the mobility of these two heavy cannons was simply off the charts.

At a distance of about 10 kilometers, it is no easy task to hit two objects traveling at 20 kilometers per hour with a cluster of howitzers.

In addition to the artillerymen who operate these two heavy cannons, there are also engineers responsible for their maintenance.

Although repairing cannons is undoubtedly a rather boring and unproductive task compared to firing them, there was no other way. Without engineers to repair these two cannons, they would eventually be scrapped under the heavy bombardment.

So after some discussion, the players decided on the person in charge of repairing the cannons, and they rotated the person every now and then.

Everyone preferred firing the cannon, so we took turns using it. After this process, everyone was satisfied.

When the shells falling from the sky land near these two heavy cannons, the flying shrapnel and huge shockwaves will not only kill the soldiers on the cannons, but also damage the cannons' own traveling mechanism.

Although the walking machines in this world seem to be very stable machines, they are not stable enough to withstand multiple rounds of heavy artillery bombardment without suffering any damage.

However, under the control of the player's engineers, even if the walking machine malfunctions, they can repair it in no time and then take the two heavy cannons and run off to some unknown place.

As for casualties...

The player made some modifications when building these two cannons, including, for example, the flag planted above the walking machine.

As long as this flag exists and a player keeps holding it, other players can immediately rely on the flag bearers to continuously spawn and continue operating the cannon.

Whether they die or not doesn't really affect them much, because they've just died and can respawn here as soon as they turn around.

As for the possibility that all the soldiers on a cannon could be killed at the same time, and no one would have time to act as a flag bearer?
If that were the case, it would only mean that the heavy cannon was directly hit by an enemy shell.

Faced with this situation, the player doesn't even need to repair it, because the heavy cannon will be destroyed on the spot with a single shot.

This thing has absolutely no armor protection; it's practically a self-propelled artillery piece operating without any protection.

Expecting this thing to withstand a direct hit from a heavy artillery shell is to overestimate its mechanical strength.

Andrei, positioned on the position, kept looking at the messages from the players in the chat area, feeling slightly worried.

He didn't know if the enemy's heavy artillery might accidentally hit the two cannons directly; now he could only rely on luck.

However, according to his estimate, unless one is extremely unlucky, the probability of directly hitting these two cannons with such a wide-area covering artillery barrage should be quite low.

Just like during World War I, the Germans also tried to bombard British tanks with howitzer bombardment.

It can't be said that it had no effect at all, but the Germans concentrated thousands of cannons to bombard the British continuously, and in the end they could only destroy a dozen or so British tanks, and could not destroy all of the British tanks.

This also demonstrates just how low the hit rate of this kind of attack is. It would be absurd if a player could fire at a large angle and hit a target 10 kilometers away with a single shot.

The continuous bombardment fell on the vicinity of both sides' artillery, and the more the bombardment continued, the more desperate the Altrianian artillerymen felt.

"Damn it, are those cannons under some kind of spell? How come they haven't been taken down yet?"

"This is illogical. When did the Cambrian Empire become capable of building such advanced cannons?"

Many Altrians were momentarily disillusioned, feeling that all the education they had received had been a complete scam.

In order to inspire the Altranians' confidence in war, their new generation was raised with an education that constantly denigrated the Cambrian Empire.

Therefore, in the minds of these artillerymen, the Cambrian Empire was a huge, bloated, feudal, and backward country.

In their view, the country is rife with feudal superstition and does not value the development of science and technology or the cultivation of talent.

Their people are apathetic and dull, like livestock; they have no advantage other than relying on numbers to win.

But it must be said that the war before them has truly shattered the worldview of the Altranians.

Back then, they were defeated by the Cambrian Empire with an overwhelming numerical advantage in the Great Northern War, and many Alteras were indignant about this.

But now the war is getting worse and worse. When did the Cambrian Empire, which could only fight by relying on its numerical advantage, suddenly become such a high-tech player?

"No, this can't go on. It's time to send the skin-changing humans into action!"

After some deliberation, Lieutenant General Hakra came up with a rather risky plan.

He ordered his skin-changing squad to get to the enemy artillery as quickly as possible and board them.

After transforming into birds, the skin-changing characters in their team can fly to the top of the enemy artillery in just a few minutes. Then they can descend from the sky, kill their artillerymen at the fastest speed, and steal their cannons. This is the real way to fight!

Thinking of this tactic, Lieutenant General Hakra felt both fortunate for his own cleverness and inwardly cursed.

He should have thought of this tactic a long time ago. Why didn't he think of it before?

His thinking was still limited by the traditional artillery combat model, to the point that he overlooked the advantage of his own skinners.

After all, under normal circumstances, when they engage in a firefight with the enemy's artillery, the number of enemy troops stationed on the artillery positions will definitely not be small.

Throwing precious skin-changing humans over there might only cause some confusion for the enemy, but it's impossible to completely capture their artillery positions.

But things are different now. The enemy now only has two cannons, and these two cannons can only engage them because they can move at high speed.

Therefore, the artillerymen on these two cannons should have no ability to resist when faced with elite soldiers boarding the ship!
Upon hearing Lieutenant General Hakra's order, some skin-changing individuals immediately transformed into giant eagles and flew away into the distance. Some skin-changing individuals even wondered if they could take the mage advisor from the Black Hawk Empire with them.

Without a doubt, these mages possess formidable combat power, at least in small-scale individual combat. If they could be recruited into the boarding party, this boarding operation would undoubtedly be a resounding success.

Unfortunately, all the mage advisors of the Black Hawk Empire refused the invitation from the Altranians, refusing to leave their hideout.

Please, they are just ordinary battle mages, only here as advisors and as an observation group to study how the Alteranians fight. Why would they take such a big risk?
How could these whimsical people come up with the idea of ​​carrying them up into the sky with a bunch of birds and then dropping them down?

They weren't going to go crazy with these Altrians. Besides, they'd only taken out a small number of enemy artillerymen. Weren't these elite skin-changing soldiers enough?!
The skin-changing man quickly transformed into a bird in the air and headed towards the distant artillery, while also dodging a new wave of enemy aircraft approaching in this direction.

This was truly adding insult to injury. Just as they were worrying about the enemy's artillery, enemy bombers and a new batch of fighter planes were already flying over here.

Seeing the size of this aircraft group, they were not sure for a moment whether their artillery anti-aircraft firepower could hold out.

If they were at full strength, they would still have plenty of confidence in their air defense firepower, but now the battle is... well, it's hard to describe.

Their anti-aircraft guns were also being bombed by the enemy and were in chaos. It was unrealistic to expect them to unleash their full firepower at such a time.

What's more, those mage advisors from the Black Hawk Empire are all cowards; not one of them dared to risk standing up!

One player's fighter jet noticed the flock of birds in the distance and suddenly remembered what he had seen in the chat area. He excitedly flew towards the flock of birds.

He didn't know if these birds were some kind of skin-changing humans, but these large birds that appeared on the battlefield looked very suspicious!
There's a lot of gunfire going on here, so why are a bunch of big birds flying over here instead of hurrying away from this awful place?

Surely these big birds don't actually enjoy the sound of noise, right?
"No, I was discovered!"

The people who had been skinned were terrified and desperately swooped down, trying to maintain this difficult flight posture in the air to evade the fighter jets flying towards them.

It is absolutely impossible to outrun these aircraft, which generally have speeds of over 200 kilometers per hour. In particular, the fighter jets piloted by players are inherently faster than normal World War I biplanes.

Expecting birds to fly at that speed is impossible unless they can transform into peregrine falcons; otherwise, they have no chance of competing with these aircraft!
When they transform, they can't control what they want to become. Who knows what kind of animal they will subconsciously think of and then successfully complete the transformation?

"Hehehe, I knew it! I knew these birds were Animagus! Let's see what I can do with this big melon!"

Seeing the birds' unusually clever dodging movements, the players who had only been slightly skeptical before were now convinced that this thing was really abnormal!

Whose bird could pull off a cobra maneuver when facing fighter jets?

It's impossible that the birds of the Altannians were naturally trained in Ace Combat, right?
The continuous machine gun fire quickly hit a skin-changing man who couldn't dodge in time.

As the shot-off bird twisted and deformed in the sky, transforming into the shape of a soldier before falling to the ground, the player became even more excited.

Several fighter jets simply abandoned their ground artillery positions and went off to conduct bird hunting operations.

Bombarding the ground with howitzers is not as fun as spraying bullets at these Animagus.
It's much more interesting to outwit and outmaneuver these magical soldiers in front of me, especially since these guys can pull off some surprising feats from time to time!

For example, a skinned human somehow managed to get behind the player's plane, quickly transformed in mid-air, pulled out a gun, and started firing.

Although the player flew away quickly, his barrage of fire did no damage and he couldn't catch up with the player flying ahead.

However, it must be said that the way these enemies are behaving is starting to resemble that of professional players; it just looks ridiculous.

However, these skin-changing people quickly found a new way to deal with it. Since flying in the air would be too easy to spot, they decided to travel through the forest!
Several birds immediately plunged into the dense forest below and began to fly back and forth through the woods.

Although doing so would significantly increase the risk, and it would be easy to accidentally crash into one, at least this way you could escape the pursuit of enemy aircraft and avoid being constantly riddled with machine gun bullets!
Upon seeing the enemy hide in the woods, the player's interest waned, and they flew back towards the artillery position.

There's no way around it; these guys are really hard to find once they hide in the woods. Trying to use a fighter jet to hunt down a bird that's disappeared into the forest is really asking too much of a question.

The fighter jets and bombers in front of them were busy dealing with the enemy's anti-aircraft fire while dropping bombs on the artillery positions below. After some trouble, more than a dozen skin-changing people finally arrived at the artillery position on the other side.

Seeing the enormous war machine that moved across the open ground like a giant beetle, with its cannons continuously firing from its back, a look of astonishment flashed in the eyes of these Altrianians.

Although they had spotted the enemy's artillery from afar during their reconnaissance, when they got closer, they found it really strange!

Based on their common sense of engineering, they were certain that a heavy artillery like this could not possibly be operated normally simply by being roughly welded onto a mobile machine as it was before them.

The chassis of these two heavy cannons and the mobile platform below them look completely mismatched!

Despite how absurd they found the thing to be, there was nothing they could do; with the players' almost Ogre-like dexterity, this strange heavy artillery was somehow managed to be created.

As the reskinned players approached the two cannons, the players immediately spotted them on their minimaps. One of the players, who was carrying cannonballs, suddenly pulled out a submachine gun and started firing at the birds flying overhead.

A hapless heron had barely escaped the pursuit of the fighter jets and was just about to breathe a sigh of relief and land here when it was unexpectedly met with a barrage of machine gun fire.

Caught off guard, the reskinned character was killed on the spot by the player, but the other reskinned characters had already landed on the turret.

Bang bang bang!
As soon as a skin-changing character transformed, he pulled out a pistol and fired a three-round burst into the abdomen of the player next to him.

To his astonishment, the man who had just suffered a severe abdominal injury seemed completely unharmed, ignoring the excruciating pain, and swiftly drew his bayonet, stabbing it into his chest.

puff!

The sharp bayonet pierced his heart swiftly, causing the soldier's blood to gush out. Even as he slowly collapsed, he couldn't understand what kind of monster the artilleryman in front of him was.

The artillerymen dressed in black military overcoats and always wore gas masks.

With such heavy attire and no Krieg soldiers speaking, the Skinner felt as if he were fighting zombies!
One player was shot dead by a submachine gun, his body sliding off the turret and crashing heavily to the ground. Another artilleryman operating the cannon quickly stopped and grabbed an entrenching tool he'd somehow acquired and swung it at the player.

With a loud bang, the swapper's head was almost smashed, but the other swapper took the opportunity to stab the player through the chest with a bayonet.

After a brief but intense battle, the skin-changing men, having lost six men, successfully captured a heavy cannon.

On the other side, atop the heavy artillery, they were on the verge of success, with only one heavily wounded enemy soldier remaining, still holding the Cambrian Empire's red flag and standing tall.

"Surrender! Lay down your weapons!"

One of the skin-changing men tried to persuade the soldier to surrender, but to his surprise, the red flag in the seriously wounded soldier's hand suddenly lit up.

A barely perceptible glint of light flashed by, causing him to squint slightly. When he opened his eyes again, he discovered that seven or eight more soldiers had appeared around him at some point!

A burst of intense fire ensued. Because the other reskinned players were caught off guard, the player who had respawned on another cannon quickly wiped out the opposing enemies with a single, fierce barrage of shots.

Immediately afterwards, these guys silently boarded the cannon that had been captured by the enemy, seized the heavy gun back, and continued to fire at the enemy artillery positions in the distance.

The enemy's heavy artillery bombardment finally stopped, which almost brought tears to the eyes of the artillery division commander.

Heaven have mercy, he was almost rendered unable to take care of himself by the enemy's bombing!

"Excellent, warriors! Our elite soldiers have successfully destroyed the enemy's artillery. It's time to launch a counterattack!"

"Unleash your fury upon their positions..."

Lieutenant General Hakra roared excitedly at the artillerymen around him, trying to vent all the losses and frustrations he had suffered on the enemy's front-line defenses.

All he wants now is to go on a killing spree and blast all these Cambrian people to death!

As for the airplanes in the sky?

He couldn't control that thing anymore, so he could only entrust his trust to the anti-aircraft guns!
But before he could finish speaking, the damned heavy artillery roared again!

Hearing the enormous roar overhead and watching a heavy shell fall on his position once again, blowing a cannon to pieces, Lieutenant General Hakra let out a meaningless roar in anger.

Damn it, this is meant to kill him!

Why is that artilleryman so persistent? Is his skin-changing man really that unreliable?

He couldn't understand why, even if he had sent out more than 20 elite skin-changing soldiers, at least ten of them should have been able to reach the other side, even if they had encountered enemy air force obstruction.
Is it really that difficult for ten battle-hardened, highly trained elite soldiers to deal with the artillerymen operating two heavy cannons?
Damn it!

Ten elite soldiers couldn't even defeat an artilleryman with two heavy cannons in close combat. What kind of elite are they?
These people are a disgrace to skin grafters!

If Lieutenant General Hakra's roar were heard by the fallen skinners, they would surely be unable to resist making sarcastic remarks.

Oh right, you try it if you dare!
Normal artillery is indeed easy to deal with, but these monsters, who are like cockroaches that can turn their guns on them several times before they die, are not so easy to deal with.
What's more, these guys can respawn. You just killed them, and then a whole bunch of them spawned on the other side. Who can stand that?
Under the continuous bombardment of anti-aircraft guns, two more fighter jets and one bomber were shot down, but this did not mean the crisis was over.

Other planes are still bombing, and planes that crash to the ground may also hit people below.

What's more troublesome is that destroying the enemy's planes doesn't necessarily mean the enemy pilots are also destroyed.

These Altera air defense squadrons now only want to know how the Cambrian Empire trains its pilots.

They wanted to know what kind of training these pilots received on a daily basis, that they had to carry submachine guns on the plane and also have a cannon on their backs.
The Altrians were utterly dumbfounded as they watched these pilots parachute down after their planes were destroyed, transforming themselves into elite special forces veterans.

They had several air defense positions that weren't destroyed by enemy planes. Instead, after the enemy planes were destroyed, the pilots parachuted to the vicinity of the air defense positions and then killed the entire air defense team with a single shot each!
Where did this lone hero come from? Even movie stars wouldn't dare to portray something like this!

Although the Altrianan artillery divisions suffered unprecedented blows and were on the verge of collapse, they did provide cover for the heavily damaged infantry divisions at the front.

Because the Cambrian Empire's artillery positions were destroyed from the start, and Andrei's two cannons were also focused on dealing with the enemy's artillery divisions.

So the Altrians, who were struggling to advance in the dense forest, were no longer suppressed by the artillery fire ahead, and even the air force's attention was drawn to the artillery division.

"Artillery brothers, thank you for helping us draw enemy fire!"

"When we turn back, we will never forget you!"

Hearing the continuous artillery fire from behind, the Altrianian soldiers marching through the dense forest couldn't help but silently pray.

Although from the perspective of those gentlemen, they would rather sacrifice five infantry divisions than a precious artillery division.

If given the choice, they would absolutely push the infantry division out without hesitation, rather than letting the artillery division take the fall for the infantry division.

But from the perspective of ordinary soldiers, how could they possibly consider so many things?
All they need to know is that no shells are falling on their heads, and all the shells are falling on other people's heads. That's enough for them!

For them, preserving themselves on the battlefield is the most important thing; everything else is secondary.

"Soldiers, give it your all! We'll be out of the woods soon!"

"It's time! Charge in and take their position!"

An officer, holding a pistol, loudly encouraged the soldiers around him. Looking at their disheveled appearance, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

There was no other way; these guys had just experienced the enemy's various insane firepower, being bombarded by planes from the sky, bombarded by artillery, and then spent a long time hiding in the forest.

Expecting them to maintain their fit and capable appearance now is asking too much.

However, his biggest worry now is that his infantry unit is not supported by artillery, so it may be difficult to attack the enemy's position.

There was no other way; they retreated too hastily, and all the artillery belonging to those infantry divisions was left behind on the road.

At this point, they don't even have many mortars on hand, since moving those mortars is quite physically demanding.

The soldiers, busy trying to escape, had no time to pick up a mortar weighing several dozen kilograms before running away.
When the first Altera soldier emerged from the dense forest and saw the light reappear before him, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

That stretch of road in the woods was the most depressing road he had ever walked in his life.

Listening to the constant sound of artillery fire and seeing shells and bombs falling from above, he felt as if he could die at any moment.

He had even given up hope, thinking that he would die in the dense forest and become a forgotten corpse. He never expected that he would actually have the chance to see the sunlight again!
Just as the soldier was deeply moved, a vicious bullet suddenly shot out and pierced straight through his skull.

A scout player indifferently pulled back the bolt, fired a shot, and then crawled back into the trench to find the next suitable firing position.

At the same time, several machine guns on the position all opened fire simultaneously, unleashing a barrage of bullets at the enemy in the dense forest.

"Soldiers, don't panic, give them a good beating!"

"The enemy has just emerged from the woods; they are exhausted and there is absolutely no way they can break through our lines!"

Commander Platon, seeing the enemy surging out of the forest like a tidal wave, mustered his courage and roared at the soldiers around him.

Now that things have come to this, he has no choice but to stay here and fight. He doesn't want to be shot by Andrei, nor does he want to be killed by the enemy.

However, he had already made up his mind that when the next war came, he would definitely find out more information and make sure he didn't run into Andrei again.

Fighting alongside such allies was terrifying for him; he was completely out of sorts.

Under the fierce machine gun fire, the large group of Altrianian soldiers who had just charged out fell one after another, their blood standing out starkly against their white uniforms.

However, perhaps because they had been suppressed for so long, these Altrians were acting like madmen, charging forward relentlessly even in the face of machine guns.

(End of this chapter)