The solar system is broken

The headquarters was paralyzed.

An Lan fainted on the spot.

Staff eye eye damage blindness.

There is no deputy commander. Yes, the newly formed 112th Regiment command team is not complete enough.

In fact, this regiment only has two fully-equipped battalions and one independent company.

The 112th Regiment has two command groups. The regiment commander and staff plus communications corps are the first command group in wartime. The deputy regiment commander and staff plus communications corps are the backup command system in wartime.

The current situation is that there is no deputy commander and one staff officer has been eliminated.

"Guard!"

The writer shouted loudly in the carriage.

The people above were banging on the door with the butts of their guns.

Unfortunately, the door was deformed and couldn't be opened for a while.

The guards were afraid that the explosion would cause secondary damage, so they did not dare to be too rude.

"Climb the window!"

I don't know who said something, and the windows above my head broke.

Two black figures flashed in and streaked along the floor.

"Is anyone out of breath?"

"Yes!" The writer stretched out a hand with difficulty in the crowd.

"Slow down and save me!"

A rope stretched out from the window, and the soldier quickly tied the rope to the man who didn't know whether to live or die.

"How heartless?" The writer curled his lips.

"It's good to be alive." He quickly tied a slipknot, pulled the rope, and the other end knew it, and pulled the rope up.

"You need to have dignity when you're alive~" The writer pressed his chest in shock, it was so exciting.

If it weren't for a good meat pad, this meeting would have been completed.

Except for hitting his head on the floor, the writer's skin was not broken.

He is probably the luckiest among the 20 people in this carriage.

The command team is paralyzed.

When the writer staggered to the ground, he looked at a man who looked like an army officer, holding on to the collar of his white coat.

"Wake him up!"

The heavy rain drenched the officer.

"Sir, calm down. There is no special examination equipment here. Commander, this is most likely intracranial hemorrhage..."

"I don't care!" the officer waved his hand and yelled, "I only know that my soldiers need a commander!"

"My soldiers are suffering death! If the commander doesn't wake up, we will all be finished!"

Dang Dang Dang!

Arrows kept falling on the carriage.

The overturned carriage provided little protection for everyone.

"Sir, I understand..."

"You don't understand!" the officer was very angry.

Although there are still grassroots officers responsible for directing the battle, they cannot coordinate and unify.

Most of the battalion-level commanders are still alive, but there are three departments working together that cannot be solved by two battalion commanders.

This reflects the fragility of a newly formed army. Once the command system is paralyzed, the grassroots level is completely in darkness.

The current situation is that the regiment leader is unconscious, the chief of staff is directly blind, and communications are interrupted.

"I don't care. I'll give you another twenty minutes. I want a command post! Otherwise, the brothers won't be able to withstand it!"

Sentence~

Another flare hit the sky, and more gunfire rang out.

The fierce fighting continues.

"This..." is completely forcing someone into a difficult situation.

Weng~

The tail feathers of the arrow trembled and were nailed straight only a dozen steps (about 10 meters) away from the writer.

"Damn!" the writer exclaimed.

One day someone said that he wanted to protect him, and then took him to the battlefield. At the command post, the enemy almost killed him.

"The enemy is coming."

"Shoot and stop them!"

...

The soldiers behind the train screamed in panic.

Puff~

Several squeaking sounds sounded creepy.

From across the carriage, the writer could predict how fierce the fighting situation would be outside.

To die!

The writer cursed secretly.

He held his head, straightened his body, and walked towards the wild doctor.

"Wake him up!"

"???" Looking at the writer in confusion, what is your identity?

"Defibrillation, artificial respiration!" The writer squatted on the ground and stretched out his hand to check An Lan's breathing.

Unfortunately, very shallow.

Even an outsider can see that this group leader is in danger.

"Who are you?"

"Don't worry about anyone. If we can't wake him up, we will all go to heaven!" The writer was very calm.

As long as An Lan wakes up and even says a word, it will be a great encouragement to the entire army in chaos.

"He suffered a severe head injury, possibly an intracranial injury, so he plays the piano randomly."

After all, doctors are professionals and have conservative ideas.

"If electric shock can wake him up, give me electric shock!"

alive?

At this time, if you don't wake him up, who knows whether he will attack him in the end, or he will die the same way.

"you..."

The officer looked at the writer in confusion, and he had no idea what the hell this young man was.

They don't look like they belong to the security platoon, nor do they belong to the staff.

In his impression, there was no such person in the headquarters.

"Ahem~"

A cough came from the other side.

"Chief of Staff!" the officer stepped forward quickly.

"Jinx?"

"Yes, Mr. Captain."

"Has Mr. Lieutenant Colonel already..."

"coma."

"What's going on now?"

"The train derailed, four carriages rolled over, and the number of injured people was unclear." Jinx was a little anxious.

Now finally a boss speaks.

(Slightly different from Blue Star's staff system, the staff of Youzhou Army are not simple suggestions. They have the power of temporary command during wartime.)

(Can replace the commander who is unable to perform his duties and issue orders directly to the army.)

"Now let the soldiers build a defense line around the carriage and transport the wounded to the middle."

"Mobilize the machine gunners to both ends, requiring heavy firepower on the left and right and a small number of people."

"After the complete personnel transfer, the machine gunners on both wings retreated alternately around me."

"Remember...Si~"

"chief of staff."

"It doesn't matter. Save the heavy firepower and don't abandon it easily."

"clear!"

"Go ahead~" The chief of staff was blindfolded with gauze, but he gave the order calmly.

This arrangement cannot be said to be perfect, but it is still a good arrangement. At least this is one of the best plans they can implement at present.

Facts have proved that this decision completely saved this army that was on the verge of collapse.

The machine gunners advanced from the left and right sides, completely suppressing the merchant army that was outflanking.

The infantry moved closer to the center in an orderly manner, which also strengthened the defense of the center.

In this way, the battlefield forms a concave-shaped battle line.

In the prominent position of the merchant army, in the middle, retreat and attack were greatly restricted to a linear area of ​​less than 600 meters.

The flares continued to shine in the sky, exposing the advancing troops to the muzzle of the gun.

Some of the fighting carriages also pushed back the enemy one after another.

In the concave-shaped area, three parties gathered fire, and the people turned into blood mist.

As the war continued, the artillery units transported from the rear carriages were also assembled.

The regiment's artillery company leveled the muzzle, aimed at the enemy about 800 meters ahead, and opened fire.

(There is precedent for the horizontal firing of artillery. On the Beibang battlefield, the Zhonghua Army used horizontal firing to hit tanks.)

(It is extremely dangerous to shoot horizontally. Within the deep defense line, there is a high probability of hitting one's own people.)

(But in linear positions, there is basically no need to consider this issue.)

Six 88mm caliber artillery shells hit the enemy's head in a fan shape.

Under the sudden attack of firepower, the enemy's charge was completely suppressed.

It receded like a tide.

At least a thousand corpses were left in front of the battle.

Heavy rain hit the blackened crater. The soldier held the gun in his hand and looked into the distance in shock.

The flares are free of charge and illuminate this terrifying hell.

The bright red blood was washed away by the rain and turned pink.

It was the first time for them to go to the battlefield, and the soldiers' psychology was greatly affected. This is what happens when a person dies.

The rain is still falling.

It hurts when hit on the face,

The soldiers could only curse the damn weather to relieve their tension.

Next to the headquarters, the writer looked at the casualty figures and was very shocked.

There were 412 casualties and 30 missing.

This number is already very scary.

The Youzhou Army's front-line combatants accounted for 60%, but these 412 casualties were basically 1/2 scrapped.

(Generally speaking, only 40% of the army's front-line combatants are combat personnel, and the proportion of command personnel, technical arms, logistics personnel and other non-combatants is very high.)

(The purpose of forming the Youzhou Army is to fight against merchants, so it does not require many technical arms, such as demining troops, anti-tank troops, automobile teams, etc.)

According to Blue Star International's practice, a 30% damage rate will result in loss of combat effectiveness.

The casualties of these 412 people were basically to the point of breaking their muscles and bones.

The battle order 1/2 is not full, and 200 people need to be allocated to take care of these wounded.

The 30% casualty rate has already caused the entire army to lie down on this railway.

The flares were advanced from near to far, clearing the entire plain one by one.

The merchant army, which was wandering far away, was forming a team. They still did not retreat, waiting for the big guys on the railway to expose their vulnerable parts.

The writer took a telescope and looked at the merchant army who had not left in the distance, with a suspicious look on his face.

The army that could not be found suddenly appeared here and launched an attack.

"I think they are not prepared to let us have a peaceful night," the chief of staff said, leaning on the carriage, his lips pale.

The writer shook his head, "What I'm afraid of is that the enemy fully understands our intentions."

"You mean to surround the spot and call for reinforcements?"

"I think since the enemy has already appeared in this place, then the industrial area..." The writer did not continue, but as a staff officer of the army, he naturally knew what would happen.

At this time, there was a crazy attack on the industrial zone, and the industrial zone frantically asked for help.

As long as the military headquarters cannot withstand the pressure from the research institute, orders will go straight to the front lines and force them to rescue the industrial zone.

Then the army with wounded soldiers and heavy weapons will be constantly harassed by this group of wandering merchant armies.

The last tired army was exhausted by them in the last 10km.

Killing is heartbreaking~

"Mr. Major, what can you do?"

"No, this is just a conspiracy." The writer shook his head, "Unless your ultra-long-range fire support can strike accurately."

If Maozi and Yingjiang were the same, they would have the same level of precision guidance.

Then the writer can unilaterally declare that the merchant army was completely defeated in this war.

Wan Tiao Chua~

Just fire a bunch of missiles at Youzhou City and wipe out the Shang Empire directly.

"The institute will not use these treasures on us." The chief of staff sneered.

Huo Shan also requested before that the n-series missiles be delivered to the military for use.

However, the institute rejected Huo Shan's request due to immature technology and aerospace needs.

The most precious thing in the research institute is this thing, and it is not willing to share it with the military at all.