The magical defensive barrier directly in front of the M4 flickered slightly, and then disappeared completely. As the battle raged, the Elanhill army's reserves began to run dry.

Although there is a steady stream of supplies, the supply materials obtained by the troops who continue to fight on the front line are still very limited.

Countless demonic attacks have made it impossible for humans to rest at all, and they are constantly advancing, which has made the human soldiers who stick to their various posts feel tremendous pressure.

"Now it's good! Gone are our magical defenses! The last of the energy crystals has been consumed. Looking at the magic crystal, which had dimmed and was no different from ordinary stone, the mechanic shouted in frustration.

"Stop talking nonsense, if you have gasoline and ammunition, you can be worthy of us!" Tony, who leaned out half of his body, leaned his arm on the hatch, put down the binoculars and pressed the intercom and said.

They had just retreated from the front line and were resting at an intersection. It used to be the site of a salt farm, so on both sides of the crossing, there are high-rise buildings of the salt works, and some buildings that extend not far away.

This was an important supply base for the 201st Panzer Division, which was originally behind the defensive line, but now it is on the entire defensive line.

"See the anticline over there? The demons have taken over the other side! The artillery cover had just sent them back for the time being, but it would only take a few minutes at most for them to come back! Tony reported the situation to the officer standing next to the tank, who nodded, sketching something in the atlas in his hand.

Fighting at home means having a convenient place where every inch of land is familiar, and there are detailed maps and more accurate coordinates, which makes Alan Hill's defense more reasonable.

The defensive line laid out by the old general Madias also played a great role, and by this moment, the 15th Army, although tired, had only lost less than 2,000 soldiers, which was already very good.

You know, they killed at least 40,000 demon troops, which is almost a 1:20 battle damage ratio.

If you look at the previous way of war statistics, this is already a very remarkable victory, and it can be said that it is a great victory.

Even Griken, when facing the demon army, can't play such a high battle loss ratio - unless a high-level mage is used to steal chickens.

But there is no point in doing so, because if a mortal throws a nuclear weapon to attack, the instantaneous battle loss ratio against the demon can be as high as 1 to 1000......

The MiG-21 fighter is still whistling in the sky, but because the number is really limited, the current engine whistling sound does not have the domineering feeling before.

"And armor-piercing shells? I withdrew to replenish the ammunition. Looking down at the Commander on the side of the street, Tony asked.

"No more! The reserves here are all gone, and you don't have to go to the front line to support, this is already the front line. The officer of the logistics unit shook his head and said.

"I know that." Tony barely managed to squeeze out a smile and replied with some embarrassment.

There were no more important supplies left, the artillery units had retreated to the safer vicinity of the third line of defense, and the logistics units left here were pitifully few, replaced by some tired fighting units.

They set up field positions around the building and set up their condescending firing points inside the building. The wings don't extend much, and it looks like a ring fortification.

As far as the eye can see, the area close to the first line of defense has completely fallen silent, and the fierce fighting on the second line of defense continues, and when these positions are occupied by demons, the loss of humanity is estimated to rise to 4,000, or even 5,000.

"Boom!" A cannonball from a magic cannon landed on the horizon in the distance, and a pale blue light suddenly enveloped a large area. Tracer bullets are sprayed from time to time, like fireworks blooming from the battlefield.

"There are still a few hours to go, and it's going to be completely dark......" Knowing that the other party was leaving, Tony had nothing to say and chatted a few words.

Anyway, he didn't have any shells to replenish now, and when the remaining dozen or so armor-piercing shells were gone, he could justifiably start to retreat further back.

"I hope these damn demons can be a little more honest at night." Looking into the distance, the officer, who had been here in charge of distributing supplies, opened his mouth and prayed.

Everyone here needs good luck right now, because whatever they face could swallow everyone's life here at any moment.

Originally, Tony's tank platoon had a total of 4 M4 tanks, but now the shortwave communication channels inside the originally noisy tank platoon are quiet and suffocating.

The first time he returned to this supply point, he also saw the platoon leader's car, and this time he had been waiting here for a long time, but he still didn't see those familiar faces.

Although he didn't want to admit it, the tank platoon he was in, the remaining three tanks, should have all been destroyed. And those familiar comrades-in-arms have not been able to return here.

"I'm retreating! Good luck! The officer finally said goodbye, looking reluctant.

"Thank you! Let's go! It's not a good place either, you don't have to look like that. Tony let out a long breath and said in a teasing tone.

On the other side of the street, a jeep was parked there, and the driver on it was waiting, waiting for his commander to jump into his car and get out of here as soon as possible.

The officer didn't keep his driver waiting long, he waved his hand to Tony, and ran to his car, and then the engine was started, and the open-top jeep, escorted by Tony's gaze, disappeared at the end of the road.

"I'm going to go find some grenades! Find as many as you can! If we run out of shells, at least we should prepare some weapons for self-preservation. Tony withdrew his gaze and spoke softly.

On both sides of the road facing the enemy's attack, the grenadiers had piled up sandbags and formed a defensive line.

Behind the sandbags, there are additional bunkers built with sandbags, behind which several soldiers are adjusting a 107 mm towed rocket launcher.

Next to the rocket launcher, there is an open wooden box with spare shells inside. At the sandbag buttress of the first line of defense, the shooter was putting the spare barrel and some chain yards at his feet.

You can vaguely see that at the top of the three-story buildings on both sides of the street, some soldiers have already found their positions, and they are condescending and ready to fight to the end.

When Tony jumped out of the tank and found the headquarters of the infantry battalion stationed there in a room, where he found two AK-47 assault rifles, along with the corresponding magazines and a few grenades, he felt he needed to warn the people of the kind that they wouldn't last long.

"There is a clearing in front of us! This is where the demons will open their massive defensive barriers! Your light weapons won't do much, and they'll soon crumble here. Tony said with an ugly look on his face as he carried the heavy weapons.

"What can I do? Mr! I am ordered to protect my homeland, am I going to retreat and give this place to the devil? The battalion commander smiled bitterly and pointed to the walls around the room: "I'm a native of Ferry, I'd rather die here than take a step back!" ”

"Alright! I'll be here to help you defend as much as I can, but I'll retreat as soon as I run out of ammo. Tony said sincerely.

"Thank you, it's great that you're able to help and provide some fire support." The battalion commander squeezed out an unnatural smile, and then discussed the battle with a few of his men, and Tony was left to fend for himself.

Ten minutes later, a group of remnants retreated from the front line, their faces covered with black dust, and their clothes were already damp and dirty. They passed by with weapons on their backs and some bags on their backs.

These tired and somewhat frustrated soldiers, because they did not drive the demon forces into the sea, even shed tears as they retreated.

Leaning against the front armor of his tank, Tony remembered the time when he sold televisions. He said to the artillery commander beside him: "Soon they will rejoice, because being alive is more important than anything else, really." ”

"You're right." The artillery commander held a cheap cigarette without a filter in his mouth, and sighed with emotion: "But if I continue to fight like this, I always have a sense of foreboding. ”

"What hunch?" Tony asked curiously.

"When we can't stop the demons, or are destined to stop the demons, a nuclear bomb will fall and send us to the sky with the demons." The gun commander took a puff of white smoke and replied.

"I don't want to die...... In particular, do not want to die at the hands of friendly forces. Those idiots aren't going to stab us in the back while we're fighting bravely, are they? Tony glanced at his gun commander and comforted himself.

The artillery commander did not speak, and the two of them seemed to know that if the battle situation in Ferry City continued to deteriorate, the hypothesis that the artillery commander had just said would really appear. There will be a nuclear bomb that will vaporize them along with the demons, and a whole ferry city will give them a dead burial, which sounds like enough to pull the wind.

It's just, whether it's a damn pull or a spectacular nuclear explosion, who cares? We want to live, we don't want to die here. In my mind, a certain TV salesman shouted frantically.

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Today's code word is late.,The second one is to be served after 0 o'clock.,Let's look at it tomorrow...... Excuse me.