"It's really surprising that you're back in the army from a police station." Frank swallowed a mouthful of Fanta and said with a reminiscence.

Pippons also reluctantly responded to Frank's sarcasm: "You are not the same, you said that you would return to your hometown to benefit the people, and you will join the army when you return." ”

"You're still a good man, and you're a mixed ...... Hmm, reconnaissance platoon leader? It's a second lieutenant, right? Frank continued to raise the bar.

"It's a second lieutenant." Pippons held up a glass full of Coke. In fact, Pippens has been a shooting instructor for a long time, and it is not surprising that he jumped directly to the highest rank and position of Aboriginal this time. "You're a cow, and the sergeant got into the tank. That thing can't even compare to the battlefield, and the hard bullets can only see sparks, which scares people to death. ”

Frank passed the exam to drive a tracked vehicle, successfully rose from corporal to sergeant, and gained a foothold in the artillery battalion of the 1st Regiment. And Pippens was already the platoon commander of the reconnaissance platoon directly under the 3rd Infantry Regiment.

"Congratulations." Frank toasted in understanding. Raising the bar is to raise the bar, and etiquette is still required. "What are you going to celebrate? Marry a daughter-in-law? ”

"your grandma." Pippons replied.

The entire dining hall was filled with the aroma of grilled meat and fried food. Tonight's meat is as unlimited as the calories, and the soldiers and officers can take as much as they can. It was also a rare opportunity for the three infantry regiments to get together -- even though nearly 20,000 men were given a running water feast at different times, from morning to night. In addition to not serving alcohol, the dinner party is not enough. Starting tomorrow, it will be difficult for the soldiers to eat hot meals, at least not up to the level of the canteen. What's worse is that if you encounter the enemy's wheel battle, the soldiers in some strongholds will have to eat compressed dry food in the gap. Therefore, among the reasons for the dinner, the factor of stress reduction is the first, and the compensatory factor of the meal and reward is the second.

Frank's belly had long been stuffed with roast beef fillets, pork chops and chicken, and now he had to fill the cracks with chips and drinks. Pippins, who has a larger meal, is still filling his stomach with fried pork chops. Looking at the whole venue, everyone is eating a lot, for fear that if they don't eat enough, they won't see the sun tomorrow. They will be able to see the sun tomorrow, but it will be the scorching sun over the preset defensive line, and the scorching sun will carry the pressure of the 500,000-strong army from afar.

20,000 men in three regiments...... and 500,000 people to be stopped. Whether the enemy makes a concentrated breakthrough in a single advance, or divides his troops into multiple ways to break through, the pressure is self-evident.

In addition to arranging meals and other measures to relieve the pressure on the soldiers, the staff officers also had to carefully study the topographic map and the weather, that is, how to make the 20,000 men use modern tactics to defeat the enemy forces dozens of times their own with the help of the right time and place.

The end result was three regiments in an anti-crescent deployment formation along various heights on the western plain of Elta. Whether it is the Northern Route Army coming out of the valley, the Southern Route Army crossing the mountains, or the 200,000 soldiers and horses on the Middle Road driving straight from the plain gateway, if you want to cross the city and the densely populated western plain, you must break this crescent.

The length of the general line of defense is comparable to that of the Maginot Line, but unfortunately it does not have the same level of civil engineering as the Maginot Line. Luckily, there were always a few slightly more protruding hills, and the hilly terrain was used as a support point for the defensive line, and the high ground where the company-level units were stationed became the stakes on the chain of this defensive line. Iron chains are made of firepower, and enemies who enter between the two stakes are at risk of being cut off by the chains and destroyed in batches.

And in the middle of the crescent moon, on the possible offensive route of the middle army without protrusions as far as the eye can see, the immovable iron chains become iron whips waving in the air. The mobile units of the first march, which have the highest level of mechanization, will be ready to move at any time while defending their strongholds, sweeping any target that enters the sandbox. The river checkpoints ahead will also be retreated, and the Type 62 gunboats carrying infantry will be the worst nightmare for any enemy who wants to swim against the current.

With the help of accurate and immediate messaging, the element of mobility on this battlefield will finally be greatly expanded. It's a pity that the road conditions in the western plain of Elta can only allow tracked vehicles to pass unimpeded, otherwise if it is equipped with wheeled vehicles, the number of troops that need to be defended here can be reduced by another 30%. It is a pity that at this time, the domestic rapid reaction forces are waiting for the day to land on a certain island in the south, and on the other hand, they have to clench their steel guns and look at each other angrily, and it is really difficult to get out. Even such a real combat opportunity means nothing to them.

As the two of them alternately raised the bar, a team of magicians left the venue from Frank's side laughing. A glance at the coat of arms on their backs tells them that they are the high-ranking mages of Elta's Magical Society—and among them is the golden band that represents Elta's position as the chief magician. It seems that for this decisive battle, Doniva has almost no reservations.

Pippons, who had a training intersection with them, happened to have his head down at this moment and couldn't get past the chicken wings on his plate. Most of these mages belonged to the 3rd Infantry Regiment, and a few were assigned to his reconnaissance platoon. Magic and modern weapons go hand in hand, which can be regarded as a unique scenery unique to the 3rd Infantry Regiment.

In the distance, outside the venue, another group of people were drinking their small wines. Among them are airborne troops who have just retired and transferred to this foreign land, as well as PLA commanders and fighters at all levels who have long since retired and have been thriving here, and there are even instructors on active duty. A skewer table was set up in the corner of the training ground, and a group of people were chatting and laughing with newspapers and beer. Shouldering more important tasks, they also need to reduce stress and relieve them at this time.

"Frank, long time no see." Suddenly, a hand touched Frank's shoulder from behind. He jerked his head back, startled.

"It's you...... No wonder the sound is so familiar. The townsman waved his other hand to Pippins, who was stuffed with a mouthful of meat. Why did you come here? Also, how did you get up on your feet? ”

The former handyman, who had already gained a lot of weight, smiled and picked up his left trouser tube. It's a prosthesis, how's that? Handsome, right? By the way, I am now a medic in the 3rd Company of the 2nd Battalion of the 2nd Infantry Regiment. ”

Frank burped in surprise. "Medic? You got medical training after that? Why haven't I seen you? ”

"I was in a wheelchair at the time. There are still steps in your classroom, not to mention more than one like me. So we had a separate class. He squinted, "The guys behind me are the same guys as me." ”

"People with disabilities can join the army...... Frank was speechless for a moment.

"The trauma of war should be brought to an end in our generation." Frank then noticed that the young man had a ring on his left hand. "The one who wounded us dragged us out of the hands of death and gave us a new life and taught us the value of being human. The most important thing is to give us a brand new, peaceful dream. Even if I fight for this old life, I will fight for the same world for my children! Frank listened to these words, and instantly felt a wonderful blood transmitted to his shoulder with the palm of his hand.

Oh, yes. Neither of the men at this table was supposed to be soldiers. Frank couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the distant figures and strange steps of his former countrymen. If you send the damn Bilunar Church back to your hometown, you should be able to live a fulfilling and stable life every day, right? In the distance, the soldiers were still playing drunken with soda, singing the adaptation of "Fight Back to My Hometown" in broken Chinese.

The singing broke through the night sky and turned into a violent wind tearing at the copy of the bilunar church's letter of surrender affixed to the bulletin board. The fonts "Surrender to heretics and forgive them" and "Rebels reward fields" are so ironic at this point. Is it heresy that gives people a better life? To abandon all this for the sake of a six-letter word, to be a serf who cannot control his own destiny, to succumb to the little worm in front of the landlords, the imperial power and the church? Stop dreaming! Even if a rough person who doesn't understand these things does the same rough work, he knows that the bread and egg soup in front of him are better or worse than the thick noodles.

The clumsy letter of surrender was rightly counterproductive. Even the construction workers looked at the copies on the bulletin board with their middle fingers in disdain. In fact, when it comes to the action of the middle finger, it can only be said that the palm of the middle finger mode is more like that...... The Elta people are the same, and as a result, the middle fingers of the earthlings and the elta people subtly have the same meaning.

The letter of surrender sent to Doniva is even more absurd, with only threats throughout. Doniva laughed and read the letter of surrender in front of the messenger, and tore it in half in its original envelope and returned it. The messenger departed with a gloomy face, and the next time he would have sent a declaration of war - it also marked the arrival of one of the troops of the Third Route Army on the western border.

The reason why the new district will copy the letter of surrender to the extent that it is posted everywhere is really because it is too funny and too funny. Everyone who has seen it laughed straight away, and this level of writing is almost catching up with the Central News Agency of the Sun Country. A young man at the newspaper office who drew pictures also turned Jin Sandu's military parade jade photo into a suit of Roman armor, pasted Lu Cha's name, printed it out and pasted it on his filing cabinet, and many people couldn't help but cover their mouths and smile when they passed this alternative poster.

If Lu Cha had seen this surreal masterpiece, his expression would not have been distorted more than he had seen the letter of surrender torn in half—even if he knew that Jin Sansil was the king of a country. When he received the letter of surrender from his head, his face twisted from a pear to a chestnut. Almost immediately, he threw the prepared declaration of war in the face of the messenger and ordered him to send it out in three days. He grinned and yelled, "I'm going to give some color to the unruly native peasants in the west of Elta." The roar was so piercing in Garcia's hall that even the guards looked at each other.

What can be done at this time? Just smile.