On the defense line of the Maren River, in a messy position, an ordinary soldier of the puppet empire was crouching in the trench with his own weapon, complaining about the war that made him desperate.

He hadn't eaten lunch for two days, because every day at noon, the artillery units of Ellan Hill would greet the Maren line on time, in their arrogant manner......

During this time, the artillery unit of Irlanhill will suddenly fire a round of rockets, it may be twelve o'clock, or it may be twelve and fifty o'clock, anyway, the time changes according to the mood of the Iran Hill artillerymen, it is very random.

Those who participated in the shelling, in general, were the rocket artillery units of Iran Hill, and they would use a salvo of about 200 mm rocket artillery, combined with a 155 mm caliber howitzer, and only one round!

This round of shells landed on the defense line of the Maren River, and it would immediately flood several defensive positions, blowing up the puppet Imperial soldiers who were waiting in the defensive positions.

Therefore, the puppet empire, which was already short of food, simply did not send lunch, and also avoided wasting food by shelling......

Some time ago, most of the front-line combat troops of the puppet empire relied on puppets to fight, so they didn't have to prepare too much food, so this link was very weak.

Now it's different, because the production and replenishment of puppets are very difficult, and the final result is that a large number of ordinary people have to be replenished to fight on the front line, which also increases the consumption of food in disguise and increases the difficulty of logistics supply.

The puppet empire lacks this kind of large-scale dispatch capability because they don't have much experience in this area themselves. Now that the northeastern region of the puppet empire is covered by wildfires, it is more difficult to mobilize personnel and materials, and food replenishment has become an empty talk.

In fact, there has been no new food replenishment at the front for several days, and it is only because there are some food stocks that it has barely held out until now.

However, this persistence is also coming to an end - in the rumbling cannon of Irlanhill, not many people still have the courage to continue fighting even when they are hungry.

"Boom!" Another heavy shell of more than 200 mm landed on the position of the puppet empire, splashing a cloud of black dirt and raising a billowing cloud of smoke.

However, the defensive positions of the entire puppet empire were still lifeless, as if there were no living people.

The artillery of the puppet empire has long stopped firing back, and their shells themselves are insufficient, so they can only avoid waste, and they can only fantasize about this kind of thing in their minds.

As for actually firing, the artillerymen of the puppet empire would never dare. Not to mention that the long-barreled artillery that can't beat the other side of the river, it is the headache-inducing ballistic detection radar that is enough to make the artillery of the puppet empire honestly squat under the camouflage net and pretend to be dead.

Speaking of camouflage nets, the camouflage nets on the front line of the puppet empire have been changed three times. The puppet imperial soldiers on the front line made full use of what they had in their hands and improved these camouflage nets as much as possible......

In the beginning, the puppet Empire's camouflage net was green camouflage, a replica of the captured Irlanhill camouflage net - but this camouflage net soon became unusable.

Due to the massive bombardment, shelling, and rapid degradation of vegetation near the battlefield, this camouflage net continued to be used, no different from telling the people of Elanhill "I am here".

As a result, the camouflage nets were artificially painted in the color of the earth, at first yellowish and green, and later completely changed to yellow.

Despite this, this camouflage net still cannot guarantee the safety of the puppet empire's heavy weaponry - Iran Hill's reconnaissance methods are no longer limited to visual observation. A variety of advanced observation and sighting equipment emerge in an endless stream, and infrared thermal induction and other means have also begun to be popularized.

Therefore, those large, expensive, puppet empires with one less heavy weaponry are basically extinct on the Malen River defense line.

Of the heavy artillery they had modified, dozens of them were destroyed. The remaining 130 mm howitzers are not at all a match for 155 or even 203 mm heavy guns.

"If it weren't for those demons, we'd just surrender......" The soldier with the gun in his arms struck his steel helmet twice with his hand, shaking off the floating dirt on it, and complained softly.

As he said, half of the men on this line did not want to continue fighting, and if it weren't for the troops helping them stabilize their positions, or watching them in disguise, they would have surrendered long ago.

Even if you just look at the scene in front of you, you know that the two sides are not in the same heavyweight class at all. The opponent's rocket artillery can hit more than 1,000 rockets in a single salvo, and they don't even have the courage to fire a cannon on their side - how can this battle be fought?

"Boom!" Another shell fell, this time significantly longer and on a larger scale.

It seems that the entire defense line of the Malen River has been attacked, and the puppet imperial soldiers stationed in the positions have finally realized that this shelling is different from the previous ones!

So, a curious soldier climbed the ladder in the trench and looked over to the north bank of the Maren River, which was controlled by Iran Hill.

At this glance, he let out an exclamation. He fell back into the trench in a daze, so frightened that he couldn't even speak.

The puppet Imperial soldiers, who had been holding their weapons and complaining, watched their companions tremble with fright, and climbed the ladder back up the ladder in disbelief.

He lay on the edge of the trench, cautiously poked his head out, and a pair of eyes under the brim of the steel helmet instantly glared at the boss: "Oh my God! That...... Is that...... Battleship of Iran Hill? ”

On the other side of the sky, the figures of the three sky-class floating battleships gradually became clear, and on the bows of the three battleships, the huge golden eagle emblems shone in the sunlight. This light caused a mountain of cheers from the ground troops of Alan Hill, and it also made the soldiers on the puppet empire's positions completely desperate.

Wagron sat in the commander-in-chief seat where Chris had once sat and gave an order to the captain of Sky One, who was standing beside him: "Gentlemen! The attack begins! ”

The captain stood up and saluted, then repeated the order in a loud voice: "Order!" The attack begins! ”

With his order, the turrets on both sides of the three Sky-class floating battleships began to rotate slightly downward, aiming the muzzles of the 500 mm heavy guns at the Maren River defense line, which had been bombarded to the surface of the moon.

In the next second, the sound of landslides came and went, dozens of heavy artillery roared in turn, and the entire defense line of the Malen River was instantly drowned in an explosion.