"What else can we do? Just because those mercenaries are stronger than Anmore's soldiers, we have to give up the attack? Huh, it's a joke." The Red Baron sneered, "We Chinese have a saying, when we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins. ! In the canyon area of ??Highway 3, neither side can use too many complex tactics. Because the narrow terrain there itself severely limits the movement of the troops. They can only fight head-on, and force against force."
"I know that place. During the Anmore Border War, it was the famous Meat Grinder Battlefield. That five-kilometer distance was called the Highway of Hell. It is said that it was stained with the blood of both warring parties." Conan whispered. road.
At this time, a militant from the secret society reported, "Baron, after we occupied the two surrounding towns, in order to prevent unexpected situations, I want to rush forward quickly and rush across Highway 3 before the enemy troops complete their defensive deployment. This morning we They launched an assault and planned to break through Route 3. Unexpectedly, they encountered unknown armed suppression there" Speaking of this, the secret society militant became a little frightened and became hesitant. He was waiting for a storm to come.
"Where are the troops now?" the Red Baron asked calmly.
The militant never dreamed that the Red Baron did not get angry. He still asked himself calmly. He hurriedly said: "We have advanced nearly a kilometer." The Red Baron's calmness made him even more uneasy. He first examined himself : "I didn't do things well, please Baron punish me."
"Forget it, don't blame yourself yet. We were all careless this time. Don't worry about the rest of the matter and leave it to Conan. They want to start a tug-of-war with us, contain us, and then wait for Anmo Your reinforcements. You lead people to blow up all the facilities and buildings along the road, and don't leave any bunkers for the enemy to rely on. After a few hours, I will personally arrange other troops to attack. "The Red Baron knows that he will be shot now This subordinate was of no help. There were still many things that needed to be done by him, so he did not get angry and asked Conan to deal with the funeral as soon as possible.
"It's the Baron, I'll start making arrangements right away." The secret society militant's hanging heart finally fell to the ground. The Red Baron's words moved him almost to tears. The Baron did not blame himself. In normal times, this caused such a situation for the troops. Big loss, definitely the fate of being pulled out and shot. Now he is willing to work as a slave for the Red Baron.
After the Red Baron waited for him to leave, he coldly said "Trash!" and immediately picked up the intercom and called, "The Fourth Squadron, I am the Red Baron, suspend the attack, and join the Fifth and Second Squadrons in the neighboring town. Regroup. Await further instructions."
Conan didn't believe his ears. Why did the Red Baron suddenly make a 180-degree turn? He asked again: "Are we going to suspend the attack?"
"That's right, suspend the attack and get out of the fight immediately." The Red Baron answered affirmatively.
After the Red Baron ended the call with the front line, he pressed the intercom to call the secret society headquarters, "I am the Red Baron. We have a problem on the way to attack Pitch Pine Town. There are mercenaries from the Black Island intervening. Please contact Austria immediately." Rumi military, please use satellites to closely monitor the movements of this section of the canyon road and find out the enemy's deployment? Report to me immediately after finding out."
"Baron, what are you" Conan said hesitantly.
"The enemy has been prepared for a long time. If we force a charge in such a narrow terrain, our strength advantage cannot be used. Rather than unwisely attacking, it is better to retreat first and make a plan." The Red Baron said calmly.
"But in this case, won't our assault advantage be lost?" Conan said carefully.
"The advantage of the assault was lost when we failed to capture two surrounding towns in one go yesterday. We lack heavy weapons, and it is not easy to fight tough battles. Yes, how about the transportation of the ammunition we need? Inform the transportation unit, even if We currently don¡¯t have large-caliber artillery, so at least the vehicle-mounted mortars and 107mm towed rocket launchers I need should be shipped to me first,¡± the Red Baron frowned.
"We advanced too fast, the battle line was a bit long, and the follow-up supplies could not keep up. A batch of supplies had been shipped before, but the follow-up supplies had not arrived yet, especially the ammunition. I have already rushed it," Conan replied.
"Keep pressing," the Red Baron said sternly, "Also arrest the quartermaster and shoot him for dereliction of duty."
Conan was surprised and said, "Isn't this good? The Orumi Federation Army is responsible for military supplies. Shooting him may intensify conflicts."
"In extraordinary times, one must kill as a warning to others. This is also done to show that puppet Vasily, don't think that you are President Orumi, he is just a puppet. Including the Orumi FederationThe same goes for those officials, let them not forget who is really in power. "The Red Baron sneered, "These people must know how to be afraid in order to be obedient. Once captured, they will be shot immediately and then reported to the entire army. "
"I understand." Conan nodded.
On Highway 3 leading to Pitch Pine Town, in the canyons of the Bemila Mountains, fierce fighting continues. The grenades are still exploding on this lifeless, deserted road. They do not simply explode on the ground. They are airbursts, delayed, and drilled into the soil, running on their killing trajectories in various ways. Bullets were flying everywhere, and often some exhausted stray bullets collided with the hard mountain walls and fell off. Soldiers from both sides lay prone on the ground as if they wanted to burrow into the soil.
It has been four hours, but the battlefield feels like it has been hundreds of years ago. The scorching sun has been hovering in the sky for a long time, shining on people the same color as the land. It seems that there is no living person in the middle of this road.
One of the dead men began to crawl. He was a mercenary. He climbed to the edge of the mountain to peek at the other side, while several other mercenaries secretly searched for the corpses of enemy soldiers who died at the front of the position. In addition to ammunition and first aid kits, he also expected other people. of what. Finally, they seemed to have found something. They gathered together to cheer, and then started to puff away the clouds. They held half a pack of bloody cigarettes in their hands. It was obvious that these mercenaries risked their lives to get into the pile of dead people just for this half pack of cigarettes.
Black Panther Gulei came over and stared blankly at the other side's position, because they had borne almost all the enemy's firepower, and Anmol's second line of defense was intact.
The sound of gunfire and explosions gradually became sparse. Black Panther saw that the enemies in front of him finally began to retreat, and turned to look at his mercenaries. A mercenary rubbed his dirty face in the loosened soil because his hands were bleeding and his eardrums had already been numbed by the gunfire. He looked back at the dead people on the battlefield. In fact, it was better to say the people between life and death. Some of them were still alive.
"Get up, get up, the enemy troops have withdrawn. If you don't want to die, hurry up and build fortifications. Unless you want to have no bunkers to hide in during the next wave of offensive." Black Panther Gulei waved his hand and shouted.
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