When the Imperial Army withdrew on a large scale in the Eastern Hemisphere, it walked in a hurry and panic, leaving a lot of baggage along the way, including a large amount of weapons and equipment. The eight regiments followed behind to pick up leaks like rags, and picked up a lot of cheap. It's a pity that I didn't bring it today.

One is that those heavy weapons are difficult to move, need to transport vehicles, and have to search for suitable terrain, install fixes, brackets, bolts, connect cables, connect energy slots, etc. There is no half-day work, and heavy weapons such as energy turrets, rotating harness cannons, etc., are simply decorations. Another is that there is too much time, and when the information is received, there is only time to set up temporary blocking positions. And it didn't take long for the enemy's mechanized units to arrive.

Seeing the tanks, the multi-legged individual armor, the faces of the soldiers of the third company were normal, and there was no trace of cowardice in their expressions, lying on the blocking position that was dug a little hastily and roughly, very calm, and their hands were also very steady, sorting out their weapons and ammunition, and not forgetting to joke with their comrades-in-arms, and talking about some private matters one after another.

For example, the little daughter-in-law's tits are really big and round, and the little girl of whom's family blushes when she sees him or something, and laughs when she finishes speaking, her left ear goes in, and her right ear goes out, dissipating like the wind passing through the cooking smoke. They were all prepared to die.

As a resistance army that stayed behind enemy lines, they had no air supremacy, no logistical deployment and support, and they were all fighting alone, suitable for guerrilla warfare, contact harassment, and while maintaining their vital forces, they could nibble away and destroy the enemy little by little in the movement. And to fight positional warfare is to use one's own shortcomings to force the opponent's advantages, which is not taken by the wise. It's crazy to do that.

But today, they have no choice. It can only block the enemy's torrent of steel with flesh and blood. The news of the slaughter of the town of Rondo had been learned from the intel.

The city of Bluewater behind him has a population of more than one million, and once these bastards are allowed to rush in, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Therefore, Bao Ziwei, who has always been known for his toughness and bravery, almost didn't think about it, and immediately ordered, if you can't beat it, you have to fight! He swore to the death to keep the enemy out of the city. They must not be allowed to set foot in the city. Even if you fight to the last man, you have to stand in front of the enemy's steel tracks.

Fighting behind enemy lines has long put life and death on the line. Know that this day will come sooner or later. Every day I was alive before was earned. Even if you die here today, you have already been mentally prepared, and it is best to leave a hero's name, and strive to be nameless before death and bullish after death.

The soldiers of the Eighth Regiment have no bad seeds, and all of them are well-known men, gentlemen!

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The enemy's artillery fire covered the entire blocking position, and the bodies of many soldiers of the third company lying in the bunkers were thrown high with the thick earth and lifted into the sky.

was hit on the shoulder by the severed hand of his comrade-in-arms, silently took it down, buried it in the soil next to him, and silently thought in his heart, brother, don't worry, I'll come to you soon.

One of Bao Ziwei's arms was blown off, a deep gap was made on the left side of his face, the wound was too deep, the cheekbones were exposed, no blood flowed out, transparent muscle fluid flowed, and the lower ear lip of the left ear was slashed by shrapnel. Half of his face was stained red with blood, and the sharp-eyed medic saw the company commander's injury, shouted in panic, shook the dirt that fell on his head, wiped his face, and tried to make his vision clear.

There was also the soldier, who found the half pack of gauze left over from his marching bag, and as soon as he turned around, he was blown away by the falling cannonballs along with three or four soldiers near him, and the white gauze that collapsed into the sky fluttered, and the blood splattered on it formed a dazzling peach blossom.

Bao Ziwei was half buried in the soil, his eyes were cracked, his mouth was full of blood, his gums were bitten off, and he roared, "Get down, all lie down, don't move!" ”

The shouting was muffled by the deafening sound of explosions, faintly audible only by the soldiers lying nearby.

There was fire everywhere, and the earth falling from the sky was like rain, mixed with stumps and severed arms. I don't know how many soldiers survived, and the position was almost completely cut off. It was bare, all protruding from the ground, and everything above the ground was almost completely gone.

The bombardment stopped, and the sun in the sky was obscured by a smoke screen filled with the choking smell of gunpowder, turning into a red sun. The sky and the earth are misty, and the vision is not clear.

The battlefield fell silent for a moment.

High in the cockpit, Ryder used the on-board radar to zoom in on the front position, the craters were scattered, the trees were charred, and the unextinguished flames were swaying on them. There were potholes everywhere and it was a mess. He is also a veteran, and with experience he can spot where there may be remnants of life. Continuously changing the picture, only to see the scattered fragments of human bodies and a mutilated corpse scattered all over the position, after confirming that there was no living mouth, his hideous expression flashed, and he ordered loudly, "All attack!" ”

Boom, the ground shook, and the remaining tanks and multi-legged individual armor advanced towards Bluewater, where the roof could be faintly seen. The loss of the troops, he has to fill it with human lives, how about a tank, with 10,000 people? A single armor, 30,000 or 50,000?

If you don't kill enough in a day, then you can kill continuously, as long as you get to the city, the world is theirs, everything you can see in your field of vision can be destroyed, and everything that is alive can be killed!

Ryder's eyes were crazy and his face was full of anger. The heart has been completely filled with tyranny. He has now forgotten his mission and killed for the sake of killing.

The body shook suddenly, the cockpit tilted to one side, and he was caught off guard by the contusion of the little finger of his right hand, and blood broke out of his forehead. Two of the eight green icons on the display turned red. That means that those two legs have been hit hard, and although they are not completely scrapped, they are no longer able to move forward normally. At this time, the roar of heavy machine guns and the explosion of anti-tank grenades were heard.

Ryder's eyes were blood-red, he was snorting and panting, and he slammed on the console like crazy, he had observed before, there was no longer a live mouth, where did these cannon sounds come from?

The radar screen relocked the blocking position on the high ground, and was shocked to find that the other party was like an insect that could not be crushed. If you don't look closely, you can't tell that it's a person, and they have all turned into moving clay puppets made of dirt. More than a dozen of these clay figurines were rapidly rolling down from the high ground. In the arms, on the back, bulging.

Why can't these insects be killed?

Ryder frantically pressed the launch button, and the machine gun that protruded from the shoulders of the hemispherical individual armor expanded and expanded, and the barrel opened fire violently with trembling. While yelling at the communicator out of shape: "Fire, fire!" Blow them up! ”

The barrel of the tank was depressed, flat-fired. The heavy machine gun next to it was also rattling bullets, forming a rain of bullets to cover the front.

Rumble! A gray soldier was shattered, and the explosion caused a chain explosion of high-energy explosives he was carrying, and the shock wave swept away the comrades next to him, and some were directly shattered by the close-range explosion.

Some were swept by the shock wave and fell to the front of the tank, blood rolled down their mouths and noses, and driven by the only remaining reason and indescribable strong will, they rushed to the tank with a smile, boom! The body was shattered, and the barrel of the tank drooped, and then exploded into a huge ball of fire.

More than a dozen people, all killed, only one tank was blown up.

Bao Ziwei waved his intact hand, beckoned a soldier who was bleeding from his head, wiped the blood from his forehead for him, and ordered him to take his place in the shooting position. He crawled on the ground himself, scouring for soap-sized blocks of high-energy explosives wrapped in yellow paper.

Difficulty in moving, the dirt on the severed arm slowed down the speed of blood coming out, but still because of the excessive blood loss, his vision began to blur, and a feeling of dizziness hit. The muscles in his face tensed, and he gritted his teeth and insisted. The consciousness gradually descended into chaos, but the body continued. Fighting has formed an instinctive musculosis response.

He didn't know how many soldiers he still had, whether they were alive or dead. It's all good. Three companies, always a sharp knife company, the strongest three companies!

In his blurred vision, he could barely see the steel monsters below the heights. He examined the high-energy explosives he had found, and the number of them was almost enough to launch a wave of melee attacks. Lying on the ground, with his back to the sky, gasping for air, this time he came in person. There are too many brothers waiting ahead. As a company commander, he couldn't afford to keep them waiting too long. When they go to another world, they have to continue to control them, those boys are too bastards, they can't do without him.

There seemed to be a familiar face in front of him, Bao Ziwei grinned, and muttered silently in his heart, go slowly, wait for me.

Biting the tip of his tongue hard, the sharp pain made him sober up a little, and he grabbed the dozen or so pieces of high-energy explosives that were piled up together with one hand, and a figure suddenly flashed in front of him, and the explosives were swept away. A young man was stuffing his chest piece by piece along his neckline.

The young man was very delicate, and his teeth were white when he smiled, "Company commander, the brothers who left first are waiting for me, and if I am not there, no one will sing to them." ”

Bao Ziwei's eyes turned red instantly, and he struggled to remember, but the intact shoulder was held down, and the overly young face appeared in front of him, "Company commander, don't fight with me." The rest of the brothers will have to rely on you to lead. Captain...... In this life, it is an honor to serve as a soldier under you. ”

The young man leaped to his feet, rolled out of cover, and hurried down the steep slope. Bao Ziwei struggled to get up, and fell forward heavily, his chin buried in the soil, his chest seemed to burst, tears flowed everywhere, he had never shed tears since he became a soldier, but today, he couldn't help it. Men have tears, and they never flick, but the time has not yet come.

Rumble! There was an earth-shattering bang, and a huge ball of fire appeared in the cluster of tanks below the slope. Bao Ziwei roared weakly, watching the figures around him rush out one after another without hesitation.

At this moment, I heard the sound of rapid gunfire behind the enemy's tank cluster, and one after another beams of light came overwhelmingly, crisscrossing and cutting the tank cluster.

Bao Ziwei, who had fallen into a serious coma, didn't know the strength that came from, and his eyes widened, reinforcements?