"Bastard!" The Red Baron flipped the table angrily! He yelled angrily, "They were already prepared, these treacherous bastards!"
"Baron, calm down. We have lost all the armed helicopters. The next battle will be more difficult." Conan said nervously.
The Red Baron paced back and forth, took a deep breath and said, "Try to find out for me who is commanding those local militiamen!"
"Okay, we will investigate. What should we do next?" Conan frowned.
"Order, get ready. At dawn tomorrow, you and I will gather our troops and raid the west and south sides of Nalaner." The Red Baron said coldly, "They must still be overjoyed with the results they just achieved. , I just want to catch them off guard. You are specifically responsible for the forward command."
Conan frowned and said, "So urgent? The troops need to be well prepared."
"Forced by the situation." The Red Baron sighed slightly, "We don't have much time. We must capture Nalan'er before Delia is defeated. Otherwise, Delia will be defeated. Even if we can persist, we will not be able to survive." There is no way to reverse the defeat. So we must use all our strength to capture Nalaner as soon as possible."
"Okay, I'll make arrangements and launch a full-scale offensive before dawn." Conan gritted his teeth. The Red Baron frowned and waved his hand.
In the early morning of October 17, 2015, the sky had just brightened, and the dim light of dawn shone on Nalaner, an important town in the central part of Mawo.
"Be alert!" Jason shouted to the Mawo soldiers behind him.
"Sir, look," a first-class soldier from the Mawo Army pointed to Jason at the scene in the distance. In front of them were the first batch of members of the secret society to rush forward, and numerous soldiers in blue-gray military uniforms were gathering in the distance. It was fifteen minutes ago when they were put down from the transport truck. They had probably never seen such a tragic scene in their lives.
Groups of members of the secret society rushed towards their position, and rockets roared towards the position on the other side. Deafening sounds of artillery fire and bombs were heard everywhere, and the battlefield was filled with smoke.
"Sir, are you nervous?" the black soldier asked.
"No, I'm fine." Jason smiled and patted him on the shoulder. He knew the danger of such a large-scale charge. The dozens of people in front of him, plus the hundreds of people behind him, didn't know what to do after the sun went down. There will still be a few people alive.
Jason put his gun under his arm, took out a cigarette with his other hand, and then took out a match. He wanted to smoke a cigarette. But he soon discovered that he was wrong, because the air waves exploding around him even made it impossible for him to light a cigarette. Jason had already used up several matches for this, and he reluctantly put the cigarette back.
"Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooomsssssf tk ssssssssssssssssssss. At the other end of the position is the secret society army with heavy firepower that has been waiting for a long time.
"Three minutes!" Jason called the time again. "They will enter the minefield in about three minutes. Then it will be time for you rookies to start attacking. Until then, bury your heads in the trenches and don't even look up. Get up. And wear your damn helmets, it will make sure you don't die too quickly."
"Damn the Mawo royal family, I don't know how many people will die for his ambition today!" A black man cursed while preparing, and people beside him kept praying for God's blessing.
Jason checked his helmet and firearms equipment, and after praying for safety in his heart, he focused his attention on the front.
The assault troops of the secret society were getting closer and closer to the position. At this time, the fire support from the rear of these assault troops suddenly launched artillery fire to bombard the position.
"Stay calm! It's just a light mortar." As the commander of the first defense zone, Jason must ensure that everyone calms down and fights to their maximum potential. "Bang bang bang" The mortars of the secret society troops bombarded fiercely. At this time, a soldier was hit by shrapnel and fell down.
¡°Get down!¡± People kept shouting, and people kept falling in the trenches. Some people were cut to pieces by shrapnel after the explosion. They fell to the ground and kept twitching, and they couldn't fire a single bullet until they died.
"We are being shelled by them, sir!" the first-class soldier said.
Jason witnessed all this with his own eyes, but no one went back to rescue them because their mission was to hold on and not save people. Jason tried not to listen to the cries of the wounded. "The injured will be taken care of by medics. Don't worry about the dead now, if you don't want to be like them." He turned around and roared, "The shelling stopped, they started to charge, and they all got up to shoot."
Jason stuck his head out and set up the light machine gun.Fired violently, at this time the soldiers of the secret society also charged towards the position like a tide.
"Pay attention to concealment, pay attention to cannonballs!" Jason shouted. At this time, the machine gun in his hand began to spit fire like the god of death! Many members of the secret society who tried to rush forward were violently attacked by the Mawo army as soon as they entered the minefield.
The defensive deployment of the Mawo Army was arranged by Jason. Multiple firepower points fired at each other to form a powerful cross-fire network. This resulted in only one-third or even half of the first wave of secret society soldiers who rushed up dying before the minefield. "Ah! Medical soldiers" Members of the secret society were constantly being hit by bullets, injured or killed, and people were constantly triggered by landmines and blown up. The first charge of the secret society encountered great difficulties. and casualties. Lin Rui communicated via radio at the headquarters and accurately learned about the battlefield situation. "Jason, what's the casualty situation at your place?"
"Several people died, and more than a dozen people were injured. Although some others were injured, their combat effectiveness has not been affected." Jason gasped, "Fortunately, our minefields and anti-infantry razor wires are severely delayed. The progress of the Secret Society's operations has been reduced, but this situation will not last long. The mines will gradually wear out, and the razor wires will be trampled down. Each charge will become easier for them, and it will become harder and harder for us. "
"They seem to have small artillery fire?" Lin Rui asked.
"You have also heard that it should be an m252 mortar used for infantry support. It does not do much damage to the troops and is mainly used for cover shooting and destroying firepower points. So after the first round of attacks, I have ordered the Several heavy firepower units relocated their positions to prevent further hits." Jason replied.
"Good job." Lin Rui breathed a sigh of relief. "This first offensive is still only tentative. They will gradually increase the intensity and gradually test the limits of our defense. Then they will make a real move. But don't worry. , they no longer have aerial firepower, and I will give the Red Baron a big gift when the time comes!"
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