Taking this opportunity, Gao Wei jumped into the trench where the headquarters was located with another soldier, and as soon as the soldier lifted the curtain, Gao Wei jumped in with a submachine gun. "Don't move, raise your hands." Gao Wei shouted in Aberdeen, shocking the officers in the room.

An officer secretly stretched out his hand to the holster on his waist, and as soon as his hand reached his waist, the submachine gun in Gao Wei's hand shot a short shot, knocking the officer down, and at this time, the other soldier also rushed in and also picked up the submachine gun.

Several other officers also wanted to step forward when they saw their comrades being defeated, but Gao Wei's guns were quickly aimed at them: "All hands up, otherwise I will not guarantee your life." Seeing Gao Wei's sharp eyes and the muzzle of the gun that was still smoking, these officers raised their hands unwillingly.

"Whoever is the supreme commander here, stand up." Gao Wei glanced around the room and asked in fluent Aberdeen.

A silver-haired old man of medium stature and a slightly bald head walked out of the crowd, and from his trembling hands, he could see that his heart was not calm at the moment, and he looked at Gao Wei, who was looking at him, and the old man replied in a calm tone as much as possible: "I am Lieutenant General Smith, commander-in-chief of the Allied forces in the Baden region and commander of the Twelfth Army of the Saar Empire. ”

If it was according to Smith's original intention, he would not be willing to stand up, but he was wearing a bright Thar Empire lieutenant general's uniform, and even if he didn't come out, the other party would soon find out about him.

"Great, a big fish." Gao Wei's eyes lit up, he looked Lieutenant General Smith up and down, and looked at the other party's heart, for fear that Gao Wei had some special habits.

At this moment, an iron-blooded soldier rushed in and said, "Platoon commander, there are many enemies coming this way, it's time for us to retreat." Hearing the words of the soldiers, several Entente officers breathed a sigh of relief, and several officers wanted to lower their hands as soon as their eyes rolled.

Gao Wei shouted: "Don't move, everyone slowly take out their guns, throw them under the table, raise their hands and line up, if anyone tries to resist, they will be killed." After speaking, Gao Wei pulled Lieutenant General Smith over and drilled out of the headquarters bunker with him.

The officers walked out of the headquarters one by one with their heads bowed, and by this time the nine soldiers who were nearby had gathered together, while the fifteen men who had been on the cover duty were holding back the incoming Allied soldiers from a little distance.

"Tie their hands behind their backs, take the captives and retreat." Soon Gao Wei and the others with their captives disappeared into the night, and the fifteen soldiers who resisted the attack quickly retreated, and when the Allied forces recaptured the headquarters, they were faced with only empty rooms and tables full of papers.

The capture of Lieutenant General Smith deprived the Allied forces in the Baden region of their unified command, and they were quickly divided and surrounded by the Yaman Army and the Iron Army, and they had no choice but to be annihilated or surrender in the face of the encircled enemy forces.

The Yamans began to gradually take control of the entire Baden region, recovering the lost territory, and the fighting was still raging on that unknown mountain range.

After the start of the war in the Baden area, the Allied high command discovered their intentions, and the 15th Army of the Nantes Empire, located north of Baden, immediately received an order to send reinforcements south. After receiving the order, the reserve quickly set out, and by the time it was just dawn, they had reached the vicinity of the small mountain range.

Seeing the opposing soldiers rushing over the mountains, the Boston Army immediately covered the past with heavy fire. The Nantes, who were caught off guard, were unprepared and fell down one by one, only then did they know that there was actually a blocking force here.

The Nantes army, which had been driven far away, stopped, and they immediately began to build artillery positions. After many years of war experience, soldiers from various countries have long been familiar with combat, and it only took them half an hour to deploy their offensive positions.

The Nantes artillery of all calibers began to wield, and the dense shells fell on the Bostonians' positions, kicking up large clouds of dirt, and crushing the Bostonians who had only had time to build improvised bunkers.

After a bombardment, the Nantes soldiers rushed up all over the hills, facing the enemy army that was swarming and chrysalis, and the Bostonians, who lacked heavy weapons, could only shoot desperately with the only weapons in their hands.

After repelling two attacks by the Nantes army in a row, General Pershing regretted that he was too strong and took on this task on impulse. If the Boston army was fully equipped and properly armed with light and heavy weapons, General Pershing was not afraid of the Nantes army. However, the current Boston army has experienced a landing attack, besieged in the port of Steddam for several days, and after a series of great changes that broke through the siege, it fled all the way to this place in a hurry, and the number of Boston troops has plummeted, not only losing all its heavy equipment, but also rifle ammunition is already very scarce.

The standard of Boston's weapons is different from that of the Chinese Empire, the caliber of weapons on both sides is different, and the ammunition of the Predator Army cannot be replenished to them, so now the combat effectiveness of the Boston army is not strong, and they have only repelled the two attacks of the Nantes army, and they are tired.

"Alas, the face of the Boston Empire has been lost by us, and if this place cannot be defended any longer, I will have no face to return home." Pershing muttered to himself, looking at the Nantes army, which was launching its third attack.

"Boys, we must hold this place and not lose the face of the country. If the Nantes must rush over, we will drive them down with bayonets. Pershing gritted his teeth and shouted encouragement to the nearby Boston warriors.

These warriors were the elite of the Boston Empire, and they also had their own arrogance, and they all roared excitedly when they heard Admiral Pershing's words. The Nantes soldiers, who had approached the Boston position, heard the sudden burst of rage, and many slowed down in shock.

The Boston soldiers leaped out of their trenches, bayonet-mounted Springfield rifles, and rushed at the Nantes soldiers who were climbing up the hill. The soldiers of both sides collided together, and the bright bayonets stabbed the enemy in the chest, and the soldiers engaged in a fierce white-knuckle battle, and for a time the flesh and blood on the hillside were red with bayonets. The Boston soldiers were like tigers out of the flail, and their red eyes were all fighting for their lives, killing the Nantes army and retreating again and again.

The experienced Nantes soldiers should have been able to easily suppress the other side when they encountered the new Boston recruits, but the Bostonians' desperate fighting style completely destroyed the Nantes army's will to fight, and those surviving Nantes soldiers were driven down the hill by the Bostonians with bayonets.