1662 Nailed to Death on the Battlefield

Romance can exist anywhere, but the existence of romance cannot change the cruelty of war. The war in front of me has entered a cruel and intense stage more than two hours after it broke out.

In the universe, the fleet of the Alan Hill Empire is fighting desperately with the watchman's fleet. In the entire Higgs theater, there are broken warship wreckage floating everywhere.

Some belong to the Empire of Ireland, but most belong to the slowly disappearing Wardens...

On the ground, the troops of the Alan Hill Empire are struggling to stop the enemy troops who are trying to take down the entire planet in one go.

As the middle-level commander of the army, Burison felt his shoulders studded with mechanical arms began to ache.

He hammered his shoulder hard with his hand, moved his mechanical arm again, and then once again focused his attention on the map in front of him.

On the holographic map, the enemy's troops are attacking his flanks, and on his front, the enemy's troops are also exerting pressure.

In fact, when faced with the enemy's tide-like attack, Burison could not even tell where the enemy's real main attack direction was.

At first it seemed to him that the enemy was trying to trouble him on the flanks and attack his central position.

But as the battle continued, the current battlefield situation was that the enemy's offensive was almost everywhere, and his defense line was also under the enemy's attack, and it was in a hurry everywhere.

Behind him, an officer was grabbing the phone and anxiously calling the troops under his command: "Hello! Hello? The 2nd Regiment? Regiment headquarters? Reinforcements have been dispatched! Yes! The reserve team has gone up! I hold it! Hold it, understand?"

Beside this officer, another officer grabbed the communicator and ordered loudly with an exaggerated expression: "Don't take a step back! This is an order from General Medias! For Alan Hill! You must be nailed to the ground!"

Farther away, there were officers who were so angry that they even began to curse: "His Majesty the Emperor is right behind us! If you dare to abandon Height 339, I will shoot you! You bastard!"

In short, the entire headquarters was full of noise, and even the voice of speaking had to be raised deliberately, otherwise it would be difficult for others to hear clearly.

"The 2nd Regiment of the 3088th Division couldn't stand it anymore. I asked the independent armored battalion that was strengthened to us to go up... I hope there will be no accidents." An officer put down the phone and reported to Burrison.

Burrison nodded slightly, then walked to an observation hole not far away, picked up the telescope and looked at the distant position.

In his telescope, on a mountain top that has been magnified several times, black smoke that has not dissipated after the explosion is everywhere.

It has been repeatedly contested several times. On the hillside full of bomb craters, there are scattered wreckage of Destroyer tanks, mixed with the body of the Electromagnetic Tank of the Alan Hill Empire after the explosion.

Tracer bullets shot down from the hillside, like raindrops, almost covering the city. But under such an impenetrable attack, the sweeper troops spread to the top of the mountain like ants under the firepower of the attack.

It was another round of airtight shelling, dozens of shells fell almost at the same time, and exploded halfway up the mountain, causing a wave of tremors.

But before the gunpowder smoke cleared away, those sweepers, regardless of the loss, came up again, stepped on the corpses of their companions, and rushed up to the high ground.

"I heard that the Royal Guard Fleet is also dispatched?" For some reason, Burison didn't mention the battle in front of him, but the confrontation of the space fleet overhead.

Beside him, the adjutant was slightly startled, and then hurriedly replied: "Yes, sir, the telegram has been notified to the whole army, His Majesty's personal expedition has arrived at the front line!"

"Your Majesty is right behind us." Burrison nodded, and then smiled again: "Then you can't let others see the joke."

With a wave of his hand, he ordered the several officers in front of him: "Order the reserve team to go into battle! No matter what price you pay! You must bite the enemy,

Hold your ground! "

"Yes!" Several officers saluted one after another, and they all knew that even if they died on the battlefield in this battle, they could not lose the face of their troops! The emperor is watching them from the universe, they can't take a step back!

Being ashamed in front of His Majesty the Emperor made them more uncomfortable than dying in battle! Ninety-nine percent of the middle-level commanders in the Alan Hill Empire today are veterans of the era when Siris raised the army, and they were all people who grew up with the Alan Hill Empire.

Their enthusiasm for the emperor of the Alan Hill Empire is much higher than the gods they worship. Giving up their lives for the emperor is simply the highest reward for them!

And those clone commanders who also shoulder the heavy responsibility of command are completely loyal and do not need to be mobilized at all.

"I'm going to the front line right now! They want Height 339, so they should step over my corpse!" A clone commander with a QR code printed on his forehead said while buckling his helmet on his head on.

"Stop!" Burrison called to stop him, but he didn't stop him from going to the front. He just pondered for a moment, and then said: "Take away a company of guards! Three times the amount of ammunition!"

"Yes!" The officer was not polite, saluted the military again, and then drilled out of the thick concrete bunker, and disappeared at the end of the long and narrow traffic trench amidst the sound of gunfire.

In the distant sky, because of complete loss of control, a piece of wreckage belonging to the Invincible-class battleship of the Alan Hill Empire was attracted by the gravity of the Higgs 3 planet and began to slowly fall into the atmosphere.

The shape of the huge hull can still be clearly seen, but as the height decreases, the gradually melting wreckage of the battleship begins to turn red due to friction.

The wreckage dragged a long comet tail and rushed to the ground, making the whole battlefield look more desolate and tragic as the background.

A few seconds later, because it was overwhelmed, the huge wreckage disintegrated in the sky, scattering countless meteors, and gradually disappeared in the crimson sky.

The remaining fragments fell and hit the ground, half of which became bombs rewarded to the watchmen, and half of which became self-mutilations that accidentally injured friendly soldiers on the ground.

The dark shock wave swept the entire battlefield with sand and dust, and the light of the tracer bullets became brighter and brighter on the suddenly darkened position.

And among the flying sand and rocks, the black golden eagle flag that has been planted on the position of the Alan Hill Empire, although riddled with holes, is still hunting and fluttering in the wind.

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