Chapter 239: Tactical Return

Chapter 239: Tactical Return

Chapter 239: Tactical Return
A battlefield filled with smoke.

Faced with the baptism of artillery fire, the division commander ordered all the people in the two regiments to leave the bunkers, which was a decision that showed contempt for life.

In the makeshift trench, a young soldier held onto an AK rifle tightly. The joy he had felt from getting a new weapon was gone. He buried his head in his chest, the fear of death overwhelming his sanity.

"What are you waiting for!" The evil squad leader forcefully pulled the soldier up. The alchemical puppet gave him a strong body. "The commander has already given the order. Do you dare to disobey him?"

For the evil soldiers, someone is their creator, whose status is like that of their biological father. Apart from personal feelings, the creator's dominance over the creation makes it impossible for them to refuse, even if the order may lead to death.

"This is just nonsense!" The young soldier raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and he was shaking unconsciously with fear. "If we leave the trench, we will be torn to pieces by shells. We are retreating before we even start the fight. I don't want to die in such a cowardly fight!"

"Then you go die."

The vicious squad leader pulled out his gun and shot, killing the young soldier with a bang. Facing the current situation, there might be a more appropriate way, but the limitation of his intelligence made him choose to solve the problem in the fastest way.

boom!
Another shot.

The vicious squad leader raised his gun sideways and shot dead the young soldier's long-time friend who was about to make a move.

This brutal killing made more than a dozen soldiers in the combat squad look at each other, all of whom were dissatisfied.

Just as the riot was about to break out, a cold shout rang out.

"You're moving so slowly, are you all waiting to die?"

The evil company commander arrived with dozens of men.

"Report to the commander, we will take action immediately." The evil squad leader saluted and reported.

The soldiers looked at each other.

Under the threat of guns and superior numbers, the soldiers in this combat squad moved much faster and joined the main force in the blink of an eye.

Not far away, the Shuguang battalion commander took out a cigarette, lit it, took two puffs and threw it away. There was only one time and countless times of surrender. When the most violent wave of resistance was put out, courage would be exhausted. These soldiers were unable to fight back in one go and were basically reduced to parts of the war machine.

Companies left the trenches one after another.

The artillery shells and the advancing vampire infantry immediately caused dozens of casualties. Since the soldiers were unaware, the chaos during the retreat was exactly the same as a real rout. In the eyes of the veterans who had been on many battles, it was easy to tell whether such a large-scale rout was real or fake.

On the city wall of Heibai Pass.

Baron Russ frowned, his hands unconsciously supporting himself on the parapet, his body leaning forward slightly, as if he wanted to see the battlefield more closely.

"It's a little weird."

If the enemy is defeated in one counterattack, then the fighting spirit of this unit is not worthy of the equipment in their hands.

But the dozen kilometers in front of the city were flat land with open views, leaving no room for an ambush.

The irreversible defeat really happened.

Baron Russ had a complicated look in his eyes. He was making a difficult judgment. His excellent military qualities made him unwilling to give up the opportunity, but the abnormal situation made him feel a little uneasy.

"My duty is to guard the Black and White Pass until the coalition of the four major races is fully formed."

"Destroying this unit is not my fundamental goal." "But the fortress army will arrive sooner or later. Destroying this unit will not only ease the pressure on defense, but also greatly boost morale, which will ultimately be beneficial to the defense of Black and White Pass."

Baron Russ clenched his fists tightly, and finally came to his senses. "We can pursue them, but we can't do it with all our strength. We have to expand our results while ensuring the safety of the Black and White Pass."

Several vampire lords were waiting for the baron's order, and a sturdy werewolf with a human head and a wolf body could not wait any longer.

Behind the crowd, a three-meter-tall ferocious monster sat on the ground, tearing into the flesh of wild beasts. The trolls had thick skin and flesh and were not afraid of bullet attacks. They were excellent tanks and relatively rare in number, but they were born with awakened earth-related abilities.

Baron Russ made the final decision and gave the order, "Send out two regular regiments and one werewolf cavalry regiment to cooperate with the troops outside the city to pursue the enemy. The troops on the third line of defense outside the city will remain on standby. Anyone who leaves the trench without my order will be executed immediately by the Supervisory Team."

The third line of defense is on standby, so even if an unimaginable situation occurs, there is room for response and recovery.

"Understood." The adjutant accepted the order.

"I can't wait any longer." The werewolf turned and left.

The vampires have blood servants, and werewolves also have wolf beasts that have not been able to transform. Compared to spider demons and trolls, the vampires and werewolves often dominate in wars.

The city gate opened, revealing a majestic thirty-meter-high city wall that was so high that even a dominant mecha could not attack. Two thousand werewolves rode on wolf mounts and rushed out of the Black and White Pass. Their speed was far faster than that of horses, and dust was flying in an instant.

Two regular blood clan regiments followed closely behind, with three thousand people marching rapidly forward.

The 3,000 vampire soldiers on the first and second lines of defense received the order and immediately followed their vanguard troops in launching a large-scale charge. On the battlefield shrouded in gunfire and hail of bullets, the outcome seemed to have been decided.

"Everyone, turn around and return to the trenches."

The order from the commander of the First Division was quickly conveyed to the battalion and regiment commanders at all levels through Shuguang Intelligence, followed by the company and platoon units, and the personal soldiers led by A Er were the first to turn around.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

A soldier ran wildly with his gun in his arms, surrounded by defeated friendly troops in front, behind, and on both sides. Everyone could actually hear the company commander's shouting behind them, but since they were defeated, no one wanted to go back to the artillery bombing zone to die.

Boom!

A vicious squad leader shot and killed two people in succession. Behind him stood several other squad leaders and dozens of soldiers who had regained their composure.

"Get over here." The vicious squad leader fired a burst of shots into the air with his light machine gun, roaring, "Soldiers must obey orders. I won't talk nonsense with you. Whoever crosses this line will be shot!"

Da da da!
Machine gun bullets drove the soldiers back. At the same time, countless similar scenes occurred on the entire battlefield, like a large number of sheepdogs driving a flock of sheep. The squad leaders of the First Division were all evil soldiers. For ordinary soldiers, there was no organizational ability without a position.

When the number of executions exceeded fifty, the rout was forcibly contained, and the entire First Division seemed to be filled with endless resentment and anger, with many soldiers displaying fearless bravery.

A Er led his men back to the trenches. The werewolf cavalry and the enemy's vanguard were less than 500 meters apart, but 8,000 enemy troops had left the permanent fortifications and were in the open field of vision.

Consultant Gu, who had been watching the whole process, had a silent expression on his face. This First Division was completely someone's toy. This level of turnaround could be called micro-manipulation. The enemy's fierce artillery fire could not cover up the other party's control over the base.

"Even so, the damage is...what are you going to do!" Consultant Gu turned around, his expression turned stunned.

Jiang He has walked out of the trench openly.

Just as bullets are extremely lethal to bronze-level warriors, artillery shells are also life-threatening to most silver-level warriors. However, a few artillery shells cannot keep up with the speed of these warriors, and the soldiers operating the artillery find it difficult to capture their movements with the naked eye. But as long as the coverage of the artillery reaches a certain level, the situation will be completely different.

(End of this chapter)