The ruins and craters were scattered in the small village, which had been taken by Alan Hill's attacking forces just a few hours earlier.

Behind the village were resting tanks and armoured vehicles, and the grenadiers in front of the village had already set up their defensive lines.

A young soldier was laying a piece of stationery on a piece of paper and writing it carefully. His expression was focused, but his handwriting was not so beautiful.

Dear Lina,

I'm fine here, but in fact, apart from having to face death all the time, life here is actually quite passable.

I really miss you, I miss our children, I love you and I love them. I'm fighting here so that you can survive happily in the rear.

I've mailed back this month's salary, and you should have received it by the time you received this letter.

I've read your letter, and I'm really happy to hear that it's getting better and better in my home. You know, when I learned that you are eating well and wearing warm clothes now, I feel that everything I am doing now is meaningful.

Because we were on the attack, the supplies were not transported in time, and everything had to be delivered at night except for the ammunition that could be obtained on time.

If we don't attack, there will be beef brought in from the rear, and the taste will be much better. But yesterday the troops only replenished a box of canned fish, which was the best supply we had in recent days.

We used to eat potatoes and dried vegetables...... But don't get me wrong, the food in the army is still relatively rich, but when fighting, those good things that are usually eaten can't be transported.

We had a rare hearty lunch on the battlefield yesterday, the canned fish was a little fishy, but it was much better than the dried vegetables.

I heard that Grican was still putting a lot of effort into importing these canned fish, and I really didn't understand this kind of behavior - aren't they the most powerful magical empire in the world? Why eat this not-so-fresh thing.

I am very happy to see your letter saying that you can already eat fresh fish and meat in your hometown. When I get back, I can set up a wooden rack in the yard of our house, so that it will be easier for you to dry your clothes.

Any idea where my inspiration comes from? Because I saw some tankmen hanging their washed clothes on the barrels of their tanks.

Mark had been wounded in the battle on the outskirts of the mountain town seven days earlier, and he had been shot in the arm, and I had carried him to the field hospital, where he had been sawed off the remainder of that arm.

To be sure, he won't be able to write home for a long time to come. So when you see Ashel, comfort her, this is what Mark asked me to do, and I can't forget it.

For my heroic performance in saving my comrades in the battle on the outskirts of the mountain castle and fighting tenaciously, I received a bronze eagle medal. Next time I can show you, it's very beautiful, and it's very majestic to wear on your chest.

Well, to get back to business, I'm doing pretty well here, and it would be nice if I could sleep in a tent at night when I rested.

I know you're thinking about me, because I'm thinking about you all the time. We can't stay together, but we all know that love flows between us.

In order for us to be together forever in the future, and for the good life to continue, now I must hide my thoughts and fight bravely for His Majesty the Emperor.

Wait for me to go back, Linna, wait for me to go back......

"The puppet has fought back! Get ready for battle! At the other end of the ruins, a soldier reminded his comrades loudly.

Huck haphazardly shoved the half-written letter back into his glove bag and picked up the STG-44 assault rifle beside him.

Through the light door on his weapon, he saw a dense stream of puppets coming up, carrying bright bayonets, followed by several puppet tanks.

"Whoa." Hakla bolted his gun and prepared for battle, and beside him, a soldier with a Mauser 98K rifle, looked nervously at the enemy opposite.

Just as the puppets were getting closer, "Whew! Cannonballs whistled over Huck's head, and the loud sound of the wind made everyone shrink their necks, and then a huge wave rose in the sea of puppets.

Countless puppets were swept away by this 155 mm howitzer shell, and the shelling of Iran Hill once again let out its own roar when the enemy was in full swing. New 81 Chinese network updates the fastest Computer:/

However, the puppet troops on the opposite side had no intention of retreating, and they continued to move forward, stepping over the wreckage of their own people that had been smashed by shells.

The machine-gun emplacements began to play in the next second, and a dense stream of tracer bullets hit the crowd of puppet soldiers. A puppet tank was hit directly by a howitzer and exploded, turning into a flickering flame in the crowd.

Through the door of his STG-44 assault rifle, Huck aimed at a golem who was firing in the other direction with his rifle in his hand, and then he pulled the trigger and slammed the bullet at the poor puppet.

The puppet staggered and fell, only to be crushed to pieces by the puppet behind him. At this time, a broken brick beside Huck was hit by an incoming bullet, and a piece of debris was splashed.

The grizzled Huck quickly retracted his head, this is a battlefield full of bullets, and you can't tell when someone will shoot you.

Soon the mortars joined the fray, and as the puppet Empire's soldiers kept getting closer, more weapons fired, and more puppets fell in their path.

A puppet shattered by a bullet crawled on the ground with difficulty, and then a puppet tank rushed behind him, and just like that, it ran over his body. The huge iron-clad wheels crushed the puppet's head, leaving only a section of the arm exposed.

While the Irlanhill artillery was constantly bombarding the puppet units, a 130 mm shell landed on the positions of the Irlanhill soldiers. The cannonball splattered a cloud of rubble, which also made all the Iran Hill soldiers nervous.

The enemy's artillery bombardment also began, although most of the puppet empire's artillery was 130 mm caliber, but the victory was in large quantities - the enemy's artillery bombardment was also so fierce that it could sometimes crush people to the point where they could not raise their heads.

"Boom!" A shell landed a few dozen meters in front of the bunker where Huck was, where a huge explosion left a crater and hot gas.

Immediately after, a cannonball exploded near where Huck was, and the loud explosion made Huck lose his hearing all of a sudden, and he felt that a bee had burrowed into his ear, and he couldn't hear anything except the buzzing sound.

The rubble and dirt kicked up by the explosion of the shells covered his body, and the falling rubble clanged on his M42 steel helmet, but he couldn't hear anything, only felt that the world was spinning, and his body was not listening.

I'm done...... It was the thought in his head at this moment, he didn't know what he had been blown up into, maybe he was missing a leg, maybe his lower body was missing.

Anyway, after being on the battlefield for so long, he has seen all kinds of corpses, some without heads, some without legs...... Of course, or there is nothing missing in the body, just an extra hole in the door of the head......

Lina, I probably won't be able to go back to see you and the kids...... Damn it...... He shook his head, struggling to break free from the floating dirt. He couldn't hear the sound in his ears, and could only see the puppet soldiers approaching in the distance from his blurred eyes.

What about guns? He groped around and found his rifle, which he pulled hard to his side.

The left hand is still ...... What a lucky thing. Looking at one of his hands, Huck said to himself happily, and then he tried to move his other hand, and found that the other hand could still move.

It seems that even if you are injured, it is a matter of the lower body...... Huck struggled to crawl out of the cannonballs he had been hiding in, and rolled into the crater that had just exploded not far away.

This is a natural bunker and a very effective way to evade shelling: the chance of a shell landing in the same crater is very small.

Taking a closer look at his body, Huck found that he was miraculously unharmed, and he finally had no less "parts" except for the non-stop ringing of his ears.

Deaf is at least better than dead, Huck picked up his STG-44 rifle and prepared to continue the fight, and the moment he was about to poke his head out, he saw the corpse of his comrade lying on the other side.

Just now, he saw this guy holding a Mauser 98K rifle and firing at the opposite side, at this moment, the life that was alive a few seconds ago was lying there like this cold, broken and incomplete, no different from dirt and rubble. ァ新ヤ~(8)~1~Chinese 網ωωω.χ~8.~1zщ.còм

With a shake of his head, Huck turned his gun once more at the distant golems, pulling the trigger and pouring out his pent-up emotions and bullets from the magazine on the lifeless bastards.

"Ahh Go to hell! He roared loudly, accompanied by the fire of the muzzle, accompanied by the even and fine sound of gunfire: "Suddenly! Dodo! ”

In the distance behind him, another cannonball fell, exploding, kicking up patches of sand and rubble, and black smoke rising.

At his side, the M4 tank tracks rolled up the floating earth, ran over the ruins, and pointed his long 90 mm tank gun at the enemy not far away.

The next second, a puff of smoke erupted from the tank's muzzle, and Huck finally heard a cannon sound - his hearing gradually recovered, but a puppet tank in the distance could no longer recover.

On the outskirts of Dokam, such a fierce battle is going on, and it seems that there is no end in sight......