Deafening shells exploded nearby, and powerful shockwaves unleashed a non-stop rain of dirt that crackled against helmets. "As soon as the shelling stops, platoon A will follow me, all bayonets, attack!" The sergeant struggled through a muddy trench after the rain, patted every soldier who was cowering, and everyone saw the sergeant's melancholy blue eyes, so they were even more worried about the uncertain road ahead.

Simon clutched the rifle in his hand, he could only look up at the sky, but the sky was by no means wishful thinking, but was rendered into a colorful orange curtain by the wake of the fighter planes desperately fighting for air supremacy, and sometimes a small paint jar could be seen overturned on the canvas, which meant that another fighter plane exploded in the air and disintegrated.

It's July 2051, and all the ground units of the Allied forces are trapped in front of the strong Siegfried Line, including the Ranger Regiment, the ground is completely damaged by artillery fire and cannot pass through any wheeled vehicles, the roads have been washed away by torrential rains that have not been seen in a century, there are no reinforcements and no supplies, but the long-range artillery of both sides is bombarding each other fifty kilometers apart, and it seems that there are still countless people living in the tunnels within these fifty kilometers.

Simon's khaki military uniform has long since been dyed a darker shade of brownish gray. Where are we? Simon didn't remember who asked, but someone replied that e were in the asshole of Europe. "Boom!" Another near-miss, violent shock wave threw Simon to the other side. "Ah!!h Someone howled.

"Someone help me!" Gollum ...... Muddy water poured into Simon's mouth, and a bone marrow of fear forced him to his feet, but he was already at one with the trenches. "Help! Save! The sergeant shouted, his eyes turning to the collapsed trench in front of him, stomping Simon on the chest and stomping him back into the mud.

"Mom! Mom! "The mud was poured into his throat, Simon staggered up with the mud on both sides, and a trace of blood floated through the tawny world, he thought he was used to war, but everyone before the war was just a new person, new to a bullet, always equal." Where the hell am I? Simon muttered as he stepped over his belly, torn open by shrapnel, crying out to his helpless comrades. Why am I here? ”

"Get down!" Someone knocked down Simon, who stood up in a daze, and the heavy artillery passed the machine gun, and the front of the position was filled with orange-yellow mist. "Wear a gas mask!" The blood-soaked mask snorted over Simon's face, and the world became even narrower.

"You can't sit still, let's attack." Out of the semi-underground command post under the trench came a captain with an eagle in his helmet, his uniform still pale blue. "Rather than blow up in the trenches, it is better to die on the way to the charge."

"Get on the bayonet!" The heralds held the horns in their hands, and one after another "upper bayonets" spread throughout the trenches, one after another "click", and the soldiers indifferently drew their daggers and made progress guns, there were no reinforcements, no supplies, no fuel exoskeleton was just an iron frame, and they only had a khaki military uniform.

The short ladder leaned against the trenches, and the soldiers untied their necklaces, watches, and wallets and threw them into the boxes on the heralds' chests, and if the lucky ones came back alive, they would share the treasures of the dead. They looked at the captain on the altar. "I'd love to have a bowl of chocolate before the attack, and if there was caramel bread, it would be even better." Someone whispered.

"God bless Monica!" The captain brandished his pistol, and the muddy water dripping with his riding boots ruined the officer's decency. "Attack!"

The whistle is sharp.

……

Simon jerked himself up

Come, he turned on the lantern in the tent, a faint lamp dispelled the fear in his heart, a chill went straight down the tail vertebrae to the door of his head, cold sweat "snapped" down his forehead, and he had another nightmare.

"What did you dream about?" On the other side of the sleeping bunk, a faint fragrance wafted across the tip of her nose, and it was the schoolgirl. Simon turned his head to look at Marty, a pair of steel-blue pupils, a pair of cold brown pupils. "Dead people, many, many dead people."

"It's just a common dream, it's still early, let's go back to sleep." Since the Gunfire Knights had allocated each of his cronies a Marietta High School girl, it became his own private property, and if Simon drove Marty away, she would end up as a prostitute.

Presumably knowing that the man could not be asleep again, Marty turned sideways, grabbed Simon's calloused palm, and gently rested it on her chest. "Are you feeling better? It's a dream, it's a dream......"

"Don't get out of this tent until I get back." Simon finally chose to dress and leave, put on a heavy cotton suit, opened the curtain door, and the biting cold air came in, and the gloomy sky was in sight. Although the watch showed that the time was already 6 o'clock in the morning, the clouds blocked the sunlight, and it may have been delayed for a long time to complete dawn.

With some time to go before the shift, Simon simply went to the Black Flag camp, and the dim lighting made it easy to blur who was who, especially when everyone was wearing the same uniform.

After killing a bowl of catfish soup, Simon lit a cigarette and leaned back against the post. "Borrow a fire?" Someone came over.

"How's it going?" Simon lit a match and brought it to Ramirez's lips. "The crew watched it very dead, and it was locked as soon as it left." A puff of spicy smoke sprayed Simon's face.

"Better be faster, I guess it's going to be faster over there." Simon caught a glimpse of a group of laid-off sentries rushing in with a shout, just in time to drown out the conversation between them.

Ramirez suddenly opened his eyes wide, a finger ran across his neck, and the two sat back at the long table, almost mouth-to-ear and said, "How do you know that someone will attack?" The Iron Army is in Columbus! It's hundreds of kilometers from here! ”

"Yes." Simon took a sip of the water glass, the gunfire knight usually doesn't summon his subordinates, and even the steel pro-soldiers are very unrestrained, Simon can see a little bit of the reason why he was selected as a pro-soldier. It is purely the knight who is winning people's hearts, which means that as long as he is willing to work hard and complete the mortal task assigned by the knight of gunfire, there will always be some lucky people who win the lottery, and then the next batch of steel soldiers will be sent to make a breakthrough, and then consume it, and then replace it with a new person. Only the six personal soldiers who accompanied the knights were core diehards and never sent out to the field.

"Didn't you notice that the weather has been nice lately? Sunny days, light winds, remember Mandsville? It was the same when the gunboats came, who would have thought that the Crusaders would really come to attack the city? Of course, this is purely my speculation, and judging by the map, the Iron Army captured ......"

The two were whispering, but a drunk struck Simon, and most of the bottle of wine spilled on his uniform, and many of it slipped into his collar. "Look at the road!" Simon scolded. "You're in the way, pay me for the wine!" Instead, the drunkard made a fuss.

"Wait, wait, it's early in the morning, you two don't want the white chain dog to come." Marco, who was always inseparable from Ramirez, hurriedly jumped out to play the round and left with the drunk in his arms. Simon lifted the curtain, and a burnt, rancid, greasy smell crept into his nose.

"They're burning corpses." Simon looked sullenly at the smoke-billowing chimneys a few hundred meters away, and the streets outside the Black Flag camp were full of small carts,

The Crusaders supervised the citizens of Marietta pushing the corpses of the breached city all the way to the crematorium.

The two of them came closer. "No, they're burning people too." Ramirez shook his head, in order not to wake people up, the crusaders specially found a pile of plastic bottles, put them on the muzzle of the guns to execute the old and sick among the citizens, forced others to rip off the clothes of the deceased, shaved their hair, these are the methods of the Crusader knights to collect money, there is nothing more lucrative than plundering. "They would sell the loot to Harrisburg, and the infamous Harrisburg Indian Head Sled Team was a sled made from dead men's hair."

There was a slight glimmer of dawn in the sky, and the roadside was full of drunks, and the gunmen and gunmen were very strict with the military rations, but only the alcohol was very loose, and every crusader could get spirits, and if they drank the moonshine that was bound to get drunk, plus the black flag gendarmerie, it was good to control the troops. The two separated and circled back to the Black Flag camp.

"That's the No. 27 tank, it's strange to look at the thief, but it usually drives more smoothly than other M60s." As usual, the Black Flag minions dug semi-underground trenches and laid planks to disperse the tanks around the perimeter of the camp, and by the way, fixed defensive positions. Tank No. 27 is indeed strange, it is not the goose-egg turret of the ordinary M60, but the serious M1 turret, and the barrel is obviously thicker.

"M60-120S, this thing is much better than the tattered one we drove last time, have you seen the gun knight's car? The 120 smoothbore gun has a chance to penetrate the lower armor, and Lindemann has a good plan for you. Simon could naturally recognize this peculiar vehicle at a glance, with an M1 tank with a turret and an M60 chassis. It is not difficult to understand that the Harrisburg Army Vault must have stored a large number of combat vehicles, but before the verdict date, the most elite Allied armored forces were on the front line, and even if the new shaped engine M1 that came down the production line was intercepted, the bulk of the number still had to be the retired M60s of the armed domestic reserves and the National Guard Division.

"Look, Marietta is in the southeast of Columbus City, one of the intersections of the Okeio River, if I am the commander of the Iron Army, I can send the air force to attack Marietta when the weather is good, don't think it's impossible, I heard that the battle line in Columbus City has been pushed to the thirty meters of the face, and if you want to break the deadlock, you must be surprised." Simon unfolded the map drawn from memory, after all, he was a veteran trained by the Rangers.

Ramirez, as a mercenary commander of the Longhu T3 level, has a much higher tactical literacy than big bosses like Marco and Jonathan, and he understands Simon's meaning. "I still don't understand why the Iron Army would fight Marietta with the two crusader assembly sites of Zensville and Lancaster."

Simon raised his fingers together and swept across the frontal line, quite like a dashing hussar salute. "Why? Assuming that the counteroffensive begins, Marietta is one of the triangles formed by Columbus and Cambridge, which is the ultimate point of the Iron Army's counteroffensive and the support point of the encirclement! ”

"If my guess is right, Hydra's people are already moving, and what we have to do is get everything ready and wait for the show to play." Simon's index finger and middle finger are on it. "My instincts are never wrong."

PS: Easter Egg is a French film about a fiancée looking for her fiancé based on World War I. Then it comes to some military issues, and in a nutshell, the final landing point of any army's offensive capability must be the end of the logistics line, no matter how strong the combat effectiveness is, for example, no matter how fierce a tank is, the distance it can attack is the number of kilometers that a tank of fuel can run.

.。 m.