The coalition army is overwhelmed. Infantry, chariots, mechs, densely packed, like a colony of marching ants in the wasteland.

The atmosphere of the defenders of the weathered rock group is solemn, and the situation is not optimistic.

Although in the previous battle, the defenders took advantage of the dangerous terrain and superior combat power to win more than 300,000 enemy troops with 35,000 battle losses, but this time the opponent is no longer the previous cannon fodder, but the elite of the coalition army.

Although there can be no real elite in the ragtag army that fights around—it is the tallest of the short, but there is a legion of the Gluttonous Monarch and a legion without the Gluttonous Monarch, and it is not the same thing.

Under the general attack, Qin Wu will inevitably wait for an opportunity to move.

At present, the defenders on the weathered rock group are only about 90,000 people.

The total number of the expeditionary force was about 200,000, and excluding the logistics brigade and reserve army, which were low in combat effectiveness, the main force was less than 150,000, and after subtracting the 35,000 battle losses and the left army stationed in the northwest of the Nolan Snow Mountain, there were less than 70,000 left, and only then did these 90,000 men be left with the five brigades temporarily transferred from the left army.

If you don't count the gluttonous monarch, it is still more than enough for the 90,000 main army to defend against the 400,000 miscellaneous army, but it is impossible for Qin Wu not to make a move.

Chen Xing's biggest shortcoming now is that he doesn't have a large imperial spirit that he can handle.

According to the size of the spirit, it is divided into five conventional types: miniature, small, medium, large, and siege, and there are two unconventional types: ultra-micro and extra-large.

Generally speaking, if the size difference is too large, the combat power will be greatly reduced.

The goblin is cannon fodder, the white wolf king is a mount, the young phoenix is fledgling, they are all small imperial spirits, and the gluttonous monarch is a large imperial spirit, and quantity alone cannot match quality.

In terms of subordinates, the Ancient War Tree of the Moon Lotus belongs to the category of renewable warbands, although the individual combat power is okay, but it is also a small imperial spirit, and it is a little stretched against the Gluttonous Monarch. Xiang Caidie's Flame Savage Bull is barely a medium-sized imperial spirit, with some collision ability, but it is always one size smaller than the Gluttonous Sovereign, and its strength is more than one level behind, and its effect is very limited.

The only thing that can be done now is to find a way to drag down the Gluttonous Monarch and kill the host directly.

In the wilderness, the snow is white.

Although it was only a snowfall, the snow was half a meter deep. And the snow layer is soft, and you will sink when you step on it. The actions of the coalition forces were severely affected, and the soldiers struggled to move forward.

Armored vehicles

It was stuck in the snow, the engine was at full power, the exhaust pipe spewed black smoke from incomplete combustion, and the tracks spun desperately, digging the snow into the air.

The mecha is relatively better, and the mechanical legs alternately move forward, leaving large snow pits in the rear.

Sluggish troops are the best targets for artillery.

Behind the weathered rock group, the soldiers of the expeditionary force ripped off the tarpaulin covering the artillery mech, and the mechmen drilled into the cockpit, engine mech, and the support hand below pried open the supply box, took out the heavy shells, and stuffed them into the barrel.

"Xiang Caidie, blow them up!"

came up and got off to a good start, Chen Xing was in a good mood, and he was full of anger even when he spoke. However, things didn't go as smoothly as he thought they would......

"The cannonball is rusty and can't be stuffed in!"

"Fire, fire!" "Bell, bell!" "Damn, it's a dud!"

On the position, a supporter stuffed the shell into the barrel of the cannon, and was waiting with anticrative expectation for the cannon to fire and eject the copper shell, but suddenly "boom", the barrel of the cannon burst, directly blowing him more than ten meters away, and he fell headlong in the snow, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Blown up!" "Holy shit, these shells are expired!"

Freshly delivered ammunition is constantly in question, either expired or counterfeit.

A sense of déjà vu came over me, shattering the body armor at the touch of it, drinking like an antidote to expired juice, a magazine that doesn't fit into a gun, a compressed biscuit made from scrap newspapers......

The more Chen Xing thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, and sent someone to call the person in charge.

"Lu Shanhai, what's the matter with you!"

He was so angry that he didn't even call the fat man anymore, and when he came up, he asked with a head and a face.

"I, I'm ......" Lu Shanhai looked pained, "I can't help it......"

"The factory's order was robbed, and the waterway in Sanchahe City was blocked, so I had to send people to the underground market and the surrounding post towns to receive the goods, so ......" Speaking of this, Lu Shanhai couldn't go on, and slapped himself hard, "In the end, it's all my lack of ability, and it's my fault that things didn't get done well!" ”

After speaking, Lu Shanhai turned his face away and looked like he was admitting punishment.

After listening to the first two sentences, Chen Xing's anger had already disappeared by half, and he saw Lu Shanhai bow his head again

Accepting the punishment, he couldn't help but sigh, "It's not your fault, it's my fault." ”

If you want to blame, you can only blame himself for not taking all the variables into account, so that he is facing such a dilemma.

Lu Shanhai is just the owner of an express station in a big town on the edge, and he has no ability to deal with the encirclement and interception of those powerful people with the wrong roots and deep roots.

Such an outcome should have been expected a long time ago. The Red Dragon Principality is the territory of the Maris family, and an uncontrolled force is certainly not welcome.

It's just that Chen Xing couldn't have imagined that these people could be so shameless. He fought in front, and it didn't matter if the other party didn't help, he still stabbed a knife in the back, which was really chilling.

The enemy of any enemy is a friend, this sentence does not mean anything to some people, the enemy is always the enemy, and he is the enemy in any position.

Fortunately, there were many veteran mercenaries in the expeditionary force, and after learning that there were inferior products in the ammunition, they singled out the problematic parts with their rich experience, avoiding most of the non-combat attrition caused by ammunition problems.

Mercenaries do not have as many formal channels to buy ammunition as the regular army, and often buy inferior products mixed with water, which can be described as a long-term illness, and they are not so helpless in the face of such low-level mistakes.

You must know that even if it is the garrison of the edge town, it is also the imperial food, and the armament department directly supplies it. Unless it is favoritism, taking the inventory to sell outside, and then buying inferior products to come back to fill the number, how can there be such a garbage thing.

Seventy or eighty percent of the ammunition returned by sea from Lushan is good, and although it is not satisfactory, it is still better than running out of ammunition and food.

On the battlefield, the coalition forces gradually approached the weathered rock group, and the chariots and mechs opened fire one after another.

Thousands of rockets roared, dragging bright red tailfires into the rocky piles, exploding in patches.

As the mech moved, it fired at the fire point on the hill. The firepower of the two sides is intertwined, and you come and go, which is very spectacular.

PS：

I have been suffering from gout enough in the past few days, and I thought that I was going to get better today, but I moved to another position, and I couldn't walk anymore because of the pain.

Probably to share my pain, we Cheche said that his bract was inflamed, red and swollen, and that he might have to be cut.

The operation is risky, and everyone does not recommend him to be circumcised?