One Hundred and Ninety-Two Alan Bloody Battle

"Dang bang, bang bang..." The tank's tracks rolled in the mud, and an M4 tank with magical inscriptions sketched on its armor moved forward and parked next to another M4 tank with a different number.

In the rain, the icy barrels of these M4 tanks pointed in the direction of the position, and they were ordered to fortify the defenses here, providing close fire support for the entire infantry regiment with their equipped artillery and machine guns.

With a gunshot, the battle began abruptly. One after another, the demon dogs rushed out of the rain-woven curtains and approached the position where the Alan Hill Grenadiers were stationed.

"Bah!" A gunshot rang out, and the soldier who had been ready for a long time pulled the trigger against the oncoming demon dog. A bullet pierced through the body and pierced through the demon dog's head. The demon dog's body rolled forward with the help of inertia, and it took a long time to stop.

Then, another demon dog jumped out from behind the demon dog's corpse, with a bloody mouth, and continued to rush towards the position where Ailan Hill was stationed.

"Tutu! Tutu!" The machine gun positions on both flanks began to fire, smashing the demon dogs close to the front into sieves. However, more demon dogs passed over the corpses of the same kind in front of them, and approached the human position inexorably.

"Tudoo!" Above the M4 tank, the course machine gun and the coaxial machine gun on the turret began to roar, and countless tracer bullets drew straight lines on the position. In just an instant, the demon dog approaching the position was smashed into pieces.

In the canopy that has been built long ago, a neat row of mortars is ready. The artillerymen had already put the cannonball into the muzzle, and just waited for an order to release their palms holding the cannonball.

The commander of the battalion artillery did not let his subordinates wait, and quickly shouted the password to fire. A row of mortars made a muffled sound, and more than a dozen artillery shells drew a beautiful arc in the sky and fell into the attacking army of demon dogs.

The battle was fierce from the very beginning. Countless demon dogs were beaten to pieces. Black blood mixed with the rainwater and flowed everywhere. It converged into a stream on the dry land, and spread out along the texture of the land.

Farther away, a group of artillerymen was shaking the crank handle in their hands, and a 105mm caliber howitzer raised its barrels in the rain.

The loader pushed a shell into the barrel and closed the breech. The gunner pulled the cord, and the firing pin ignited the primer, sending the shell out.

"Boom!" An artillery shot out a puff of white smoke, and the recoil caused the hydraulic reset device to be compressed to the bottom, and then slowly returned to its original position.

The breech was unscrewed,

A scalding cartridge case fell to the ground, and the rain hit it, splashing a light cloud of white smoke.

Another brand-new shell was loaded into the barrel, and the breech block was closed again—in the increasing rain, the drenched artillerymen held on to their fight.

One after another, large-caliber artillery shells fell among the demon dogs, causing a storm with rain and mud. Countless demon dogs were hit by shrapnel, and some demon dogs were thrown into the air by the explosion, breaking apart and splashing in all directions.

Just as Ailan Hill's artillery fire exerted their formidable power, among the demon dogs, a magic circle began to rise one by one. A row of fireballs hit Alan Hill's position, and many soldiers were knocked to the ground by the fireballs in the rain.

Because it is magic, these fireballs did not weaken in the rain at all. They hit the ground and raised a muddy water. Many soldiers were injured, but the casualties were still relatively few.

Unless the unfortunate hits the vitals directly, such fireballs basically can't kill people. The attack magic power of the double-headed demon dog is actually not strong, and the deterrent effect is greater than the actual killing effect.

With these magical attacks, Ailan Hill's defense system began to be disrupted, and some gaps began to appear in the position. Many wounded soldiers could no longer fight, which weakened the defensive firepower of the front line a lot.

Immediately afterwards, as some four-legged orangutans entered the attack range, these giant beasts holding stones began to exert the same power as their catapults. They threw huge boulders to their advantage.

A huge stone fell from the sky and smashed directly on the position where the Ailan Hill soldiers were stationed. A soldier was directly hit by the stone, and blood was splashed under the stone.

More stones began to attack the human positions, and as the human positions were continuously impacted, more demon dogs approached the human trenches.

In the rain, countless soldiers threw grenades, blasting the demon dogs near the trenches into sieves. They kept firing to meet, so that these demons who were already very close could not get close to them.

However, because there was no air force bombing, countless demons still exerted their numerical advantage. They are like rain, constantly scouring human positions.

"Where's the rocket troop? They've been transferred?" Holding the phone, a regiment commander frowned and questioned the artillery headquarters that supported him at the rear, and shouted angrily: "The enemy is attacking my position! They are about to rush in. Our trenches are over!"

"Let the sappers arrange explosives in the trenches! Prepare to detonate!" Carrying a pistol, the chief of staff gave an order as soon as he entered the room: "The position of the 1st Battalion cannot be preserved, and they may not even have time to retreat! Let the tank troops cover. Come on! How much can be withdrawn!"

"That's the only way! Order the 1st Battalion to retreat! It's too late!" The regimental commander hung up the phone and complained through gritted teeth: "The day before yesterday, in order to attack, they transferred the rocket artillery unit to the direction of Larmo... damn it."

"Don't complain, we have to think about it. If we lose another line of defense, we will be the front line here." Go to the ruins behind 3rd Battalion."

The regimental commander threw the pencil on the map and became angry: "It's alright now, I became the first regiment commander who was attacked by the demon and lost his position!"

"If you don't move, it is estimated that you are the first commander of the regiment killed in action!" The staff officer picked up the map rolled up into a cylinder, stuffed it into the box, and signaled the regiment guards to carry it away.

In the distance of this headquarters, the demon dogs rushed into the human position in the rain. They bit the still breathing Alan Hill Grenadiers, and then were beaten into sieves and paralyzed in the trenches by the surrounding grenadiers. Inside.

"Attach the bayonet!" With a hysterical cry, all the Alan Hill Grenadiers inserted the long thorns into the front of their rifles. They bravely took up their weapons and faced a monster ten times stronger than them.

"Boom!" A grenadier who had been bitten in the demon's mouth slammed the grenade on his chest and died with the monster that bit him. In this explosion, the soldiers of Ailan Hill opened fire and retreated at the same time. Get out of your position.

The rest of the people had no chance to retreat. They rushed up to meet the monsters, using their thin bodies and bright bayonets to meet the savage-looking aliens.

"Long live Alan Hill!" A young soldier put a machine gun on the body of a monster, pouring fire on the surrounding monsters. The demons around him had surrounded him, his sub-shooter kicked over the empty ammo box with his foot, and emptied his last magazine with his rifle.

The demons swarmed into the defense line of the Alan Hill soldiers stationed in groups, trampling the corpses of the Alan Hill Grenadiers under their feet.

They continued to move forward, and as they climbed over the trenches, they were knocked to the ground by tracers from the second-line positions.

The battle is still going on brutally. On the front-line defense positions, the sound of human gunfire has become more and more sparse, and the shouting has become smaller and smaller.

The battalion commander sorted out his uniform, then looked at the battalion staff officer who was firing a machine gun outside the door, with an apologetic smile on his face.

He looked down at a wounded who was covered in blood and was snatched from the monster's mouth, and apologized softly: "I'm sorry, you can't leave, you can only die here with me, the **** guy."

The wounded man, who had lost half of his body, showed a calm expression. He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't stop the blood from gushing out of the corner of his mouth.

"No need to say anything... You are all the bravest soldiers in Alan Hill! I am proud to be your commander." The battalion commander showed a relieved smile and knelt beside the wounded on one knee.

Outside the door, the battalion staff officer, who was out of ammunition and food, had already drawn out his pistol. At this time, the battalion commander put his hand on the detonator beside the wounded.

The next second, the battalion staff outside the door was bitten on the shoulder by the demon dog and flew out. And the battalion commander pressed the T-switch of the detonator at almost the same moment. At the moment of pressing, his shouts drifted out and echoed in the trenches full of demon dogs: "If there is a next life, we are still together, fighting for Alan Hill!"

Energized lights flickered, wires connected to explosives in the trenches. The explosion began to overwhelm the headquarters, then spread out to the sides, following the direction of the trenches.

The huge explosion formed a wall and drowned all the demons on the side of the wall. With the wet mud raised by the explosion, less than two hundred soldiers who retreated from the first line of defense returned to the second line of defense under the cover of tanks.

With tears in their eyes, they watched the defensive positions they were stationed in drowned in an explosion, shouting tears and watching those former comrades in arms, in this spectacular explosion, no bones were left.

This long day seems to have just begun at this moment.

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