Three Hundred and Seventeen 10 Word Intersection

The magic defense barrier directly in front of the M4 tank flickered twice, and then disappeared completely. As the battle raged, the reserves of the Elan Hill army began to deplete.

Although there is a steady stream of supplies, the troops that continue to fight on the front line get very limited supplies.

Countless demon attacks have made it impossible for human beings to rest. They are constantly advancing, which has made the human soldiers who are sticking to various positions feel tremendous pressure.

"It's good now! Our magic defense barrier is gone! The last energy spar has been consumed." Looking at the magic spar, which was already dim and no different from ordinary stones, the mechatronics shouted in a depressed voice.

"Don't talk nonsense, if you have gasoline and ammunition, it's worthy of us!" Tony, who was half-stretched out, leaned his arms on the hatch cover, put down the telescope, and pressed the intercom.

They had just retreated from the front and were resting at a crossroads. This used to be the site of a saltworks, so on both sides of the intersection, there are tall buildings of the saltworks, and some buildings continue not far away.

This is an important supply base for the 201st Panzer Division, which was originally behind the defense line, but is now on the entire line.

"See the backslope over there? The demons have taken over the other side! The fire cover just made them retreat temporarily, but it will only take a few minutes at most for them to make a comeback!" Tony turned to the officer standing next to the tank. After reporting on the previous situation, the officer nodded and sketched something on the atlas in his hand.

There is a convenient place to fight in front of the house. Every inch of the land here is familiar. There are detailed maps and more accurate coordinates, which makes the defensive layout of Ailan Hill more reasonable.

The line of defense arranged by the old general Medias also played a big role. As of this moment, although the 15th Army was exhausted, it only lost less than 2,000 soldiers. It has performed very well.

You know, they killed at least 40,000 demon troops, which is almost a 1:20 battle loss ratio.

According to the statistics of the previous war, this is already a very remarkable victory, it can be said to be a great victory.

Even Grecon, when facing the demon army, can't do such a high battle damage ratio - unless you use a high-level magician to steal chicken.

But this is completely meaningless, because if a mortal throws a nuclear weapon to attack, the instantaneous battle damage ratio to the demon may be as high as 1:1000...

The MiG-21 fighter jets are still whistling in the sky, but because the number is really limited, the whistling sound of the current engine does not have the domineering feeling it had before.

"Are there any armor-piercing bullets? I came back to replenish the ammunition." Tony asked, overlooking the commander on the side of the street.

"No more! The reserves here are all exhausted, and you don't have to go to the front line for support. This is already the front line." The officer of the logistics force shook his head and said.

"I know that." Tony forced a smile and replied awkwardly.

There are no more important supplies here. The artillery units have retreated to the safer third line of defense. The logistical units left here are pitiful, replaced by some tired combat troops.

They set up field positions around the building and established their commanding firepower inside the building. The two wings do not extend much, and it looks like a ring fortification.

As far as the eye can see, the area close to the first line of defense has been completely silent, and the fierce battle on the second line of defense continues. After these positions are occupied by demons, the loss of human beings is estimated to rise to 4000. Even 5000.

"Boom!" The shell of a magic cannon landed on the horizon in the distance, and a light blue light suddenly enveloped a large area.

Tracer bullets are sprayed out from time to time, like fireworks blooming on the ground.

"There are still a few hours, and it will be completely dark..." Knowing that the other party was leaving, Tony had nothing to say and chatted a few times.

Anyway, he has no more shells to replenish now, and the remaining dozen armor-piercing shells are exhausted, and he can justifiably start to retreat to the back.

"I hope these damn demons can be a little more honest at night." Looking into the distance, the officer who has been in charge of distributing supplies here prayed.

Everyone here needs good luck now, because everything they face may devour everyone's life here at any time.

Originally, Tony's tank platoon had a total of 4 M4 tanks, but now the short-wave communication channel inside the tank platoon that was originally noisy is quiet and suffocating.

When he returned to this supply point for the first time, he also saw the platoon leader's car, and this time when he retreated here, he had been waiting here for a while, a long time, but he still didn't see it those familiar faces.

Although he didn't want to admit it, the tank platoon he was in, the remaining three tanks, should have all been destroyed. And those familiar comrades in arms have not been able to come back here.

"I'm going to retreat! Good luck!" The officer finally said goodbye, looking reluctant.

"Thank you! Let's go quickly! This is not a good place, you don't have to look like this." Tony let out a long breath and said in a mocking tone.

Across the street, a jeep was parked, and the driver above was waiting, waiting for his superior, to jump in his car and get out of here as soon as possible.

The officer didn't make his driver wait too long. He waved his hands with Tony and ran to his car. Then the engine was started, and the open-top jeep disappeared under the escort of Tony's eyes. the end of the road.

"Let me find some grenades! Find as many as possible! If we don't have any shells, at least we should prepare some self-protection weapons." Tony retracted his gaze and said softly.

On both sides of the road facing the direction of the enemy's attack, the grenadiers had piled up some sandbags and built a line of defense.

Behind the sandbags are other bunkers built with sandbags. Behind these bunkers, several soldiers are adjusting a 107mm caliber towed rocket launcher.

Next to the rocket launcher, there is an opened wooden box with spare shells inside. At the top of the sandbag stack on the first line of defense, the shooter was putting the spare barrel and some chain codes under his feet.

It can be vaguely seen that at the top of the three-storey buildings on both sides of the street, some soldiers have already found their positions. They are condescending and ready to fight to the end.

When Tony jumped out of the tank and found the headquarters of the infantry battalion stationed here in a room, and got two AK47 assault rifles there, along with the corresponding magazines and a few grenades, he felt the need. A good reminder for such people, they won't last long.

"There is an open space in front of us! Demons will open their large defensive barriers here! Your light weapons won't do much, and this place will collapse soon." Tony said with an ugly face while holding these heavy weapons .

"What can I do? Sir! I was ordered to protect my motherland, do I have to retreat and give this place to the devil?" The battalion commander smiled bitterly and pointed to the surrounding walls of the room: "I am a native of the ferry port, I'd rather die here than take a step back!"

"Okay! I will try my best to assist your defense here, but after I run out of ammo, I will retreat immediately." Tony said sincerely.

"Thank you, it's really great that you can help and provide some fire support." The battalion commander squeezed out an unnatural smile, and then discussed the arrangement of the battle with a few of his subordinates, and Tony also Only to fend for itself.

Ten minutes later, a group of remnants retreated from the front line. Their faces were covered in black dust, and their clothes were already damp and dirty. Carrying weapons and carrying some luggage, they passed by in embarrassment.

These tired and somewhat frustrated soldiers, for not driving the demon army into the sea, even shed tears as they retreated.

Leaning on the front armor of his tank, Tony remembered the time when he was selling TV sets. He said to the gunner next to him: "Soon they will be lucky, because life is more important than anything, really."

"You're right." The gunner held a cheap cigarette without a filter in his mouth, and sighed with emotion, "But if I keep fighting like this, I always have an ominous premonition."

"What hunch?" Tony asked curiously.

"When we can't stop the devil, or are destined to stop the devil, a nuclear bomb will fall and send us and the devil to the sky." The gunner replied with a breath of white smoke.

"I don't want to die... In particular, I don't want to die at the hands of friendly troops. Those idiots won't stab us in the back when we are fighting heroically, right?" Tony gave his gunner a sideways look and comforted himself.

The gunner didn't speak. Both of them seemed to know that if the battle situation in Ferry City continued to deteriorate, the assumption that the gunner just said would come true. There will be a nuclear bomb to vaporize them and the devil together, and the entire Ferry City will give them a burial, which sounds cool enough.

It's just that, whether it's a goddamn wind or a spectacular nuclear explosion, who cares? We want to live, we don't want to die here. In my heart, a certain TV salesman shouted frantically.