Caleber thinks that he is also an old man who follows Gastens, from the earliest as the captain of the 22nd death squad, watching the 19th death squad led by Gastens fight hard in front of him, to now being able to take charge alone, when Gastens is nowhere to be found, he has experienced a lot and grown a lot to guard this large piece of foundation for him. Before meeting Gastens and experiencing these things, Caleb Warren had never imagined that a serf, who had no human identity, could do such an earth-shattering thing.

However, in the situation he is now facing, his experience is still insufficient. He fought the enemy hand-to-hand with a long knife, stood in the queue and fought the enemy with the Type 27 rifle, fought the enemy with Gastens' Elliot rifle and Glory rifle, and fought desperately for the revolution with the Thunder One, the Brave One and even the Los Angeles One. But even so, it was the first time in his life that he faced an enemy who also used a breech-loading rifle. Although the enemy's rear-loading Steam Rifles do not appear to be as advanced as their own, they do not have burst fire. But after all, it was a weapon in the same new era as the Thunder One and the Valiant rifle. When the huge generational gap between one's own weapons and the enemy's weapons is bridged, what should Karaiber, who is at an absolute disadvantage in numbers, turn the tables around?

What's more, most of these people currently guarding the Johor Bahru Pass are still holding Glory rifles in their hands?

"Fuck!!"

Isel Rod, who had been polite since meeting Kareber, was swearing. While scolding, he stepped back, erected the butt of the Glory Rifle in his hand downward, took out the lead bullet from his waist bag, felt the lead bullet from behind him, put the lead bullet into the muzzle, and then carefully stabbed it to the end. After that, he picked up his gun again, climbed the dirt slope near the side of the enemy in the trench and began to aim.

By the time Issel Rhodes had completed this series of actions, four of the nine steam machine guns around them had already fired a shuttle of bullets and were reloading and inflating. The other four steam machine guns, acting as their replacements, began firing between their reloads and refills to ensure a minimum density of fire on the position.

"Smack-"

Ethel Rhodes fired, and he quickly backed away, placing the butt of his rifle on the ground with the butt facing back, and pulling buckshot from his belt bag. And at this moment, several bullets fired by the enemy flew over his head. One of the warriors standing beside him screamed and fell to the ground.

Affected by the enemy's attack, Isser's hand slipped, and small buckshot fell to the ground and blended into the dirt.

"Fuck fuck !!!"

Issel bent down to pick it up, forgetting that he hadn't put the lid on his fanny pack. The buckshot that was originally in his waist bag shook with his movements, and suddenly a lot of them spilled out. As he struggled to pick up the lead bullet on the ground, Isser realized that he had lost more than half of it, and with a wave of his hand, he threw it out and kicked his steam rifle with his foot.

"What the fuck is this going on!!! There is no way to fight !! ”

Issel cursed as he took out a new buckshot from his belt bag and began to reload. Calaiber looked at the swinging strip in his hand and suddenly wanted to cry.

When will Elena's soldiers use their outdated weapons to fight the enemy?

"Ahhh

The soldier lying on the ground seemed to know that now was not the time to scream, and he was letting out a muffled moan, accompanied by a deliberately lengthened breath to relieve the pain. Calaiber stepped forward, knelt on the ground, took out his triangular scarf, and wiped the blood from the warrior's face with the small one, and couldn't help but gasp.

A small buckshot pierced the warrior's cheek, and there was a visible bloody hole on the right side of his face, from which his mouth, tongue, and teeth could be seen. The components were pulsating in the flesh as he breathed and groaned.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's a small injury, a small injury......"

Calaiber's voice was a little choked with inhibitible choking. He covered the warrior's wound with a large triangular scarf, lifted his head, passed the two ends of the triangular scarf around the back of his neck, and tied it tightly and tied it in a knot.

"Marwan, Marwan! It's okay, it's okay, listen to me, it's okay-"

At such times, Calaiber suddenly wanted a special morphine that the leader had talked about. But he didn't know what it was, nor where to get it. After he had bandaged Marwan's wounds, he sat there a little confused, not knowing what to do. And beside him, Isel was still scolding and shooting, reloading. The steam machine gun not far away continued to fire, making a sudden sound, like a drumbeat of urgency.

"I ...... I want a gun! ”

Marwan sat up, and he reached out to wipe his face, feeling the blood oozing from the triangular scarf. He put his bloodied hand in front of his eyes and looked at it, and stood up.

"I'm fine! Where's my gun! ”

Calaiber reached out to stop him, to give him a rest. But he finally grabbed Marwan's gun and handed it to him. The warrior, whose face was soaked with blood, trembled and completed the reloading action. And as he reloaded, blood fell from his face and chin, some to the ground, some to the gun, and a few drops, dripping down the strip into the muzzle.

"!"

Marwan is also swearing, and Isser is also swearing. At this moment, it seems that the entire Johor Bahru Pass is swearing. With a low curse, Caleb forcibly took his eyes off Marwan and looked at the position ahead.

The enemy, still on the offensive.

Instead of using a queue to shoot in line, in the face of the skirmisher, the steam machine gun can still play a suppressive role, but it cannot be slaughtered as before. The enemy figure is lying on its stomach or standing, occasionally jumping up and advancing when the machine gun is reloaded or inflated, and then continues to lie down, crouch, and shoot. Although their weapons could only shoot one shot at a time, the safe area of the Johor Bahru Pass defense line was being rapidly compressed due to the skirmish tactics from Elena.

"Listen to me! Prepare - Shoot!! ”

Iser was still in command, and the warriors put up a stubborn resistance with the Glory rifles in their hands. However, with the double disadvantage of numbers and weapons, the enemy gradually approached his position. And as the Heavy with the steam machine gun was gradually killed by the enemy, the sound of the steam machine gun, which was always in the position, began to become sparse.

"Commander Calaiber, please tell the chairman that I, I'm Isser Rhodes, will never let the enemy enter the Johor Bahru Pass!"

After the three surrounding machine-gun firing points had been silenced by the enemy, Isel Rhodes turned his head to the side and said this to Calaiber very seriously. After that, he looked at the enemy on the opposite side, who was less than fifty meters away from him, and shouted loudly.

"Brothers! Follow me!! The time has come to fight hard!!!!! ”

Isel shouted as he took off his steam pack and leaped out of the trench. Jumping out of the trench with him were almost all the remaining soldiers. Raising their scimitars, they rushed at the enemy, before falling to the ground amid the monotonous sound of enemy gunfire. Although quite a few fell, the drawback of the heavy sword steam rifles used by the enemy that needed to be inflated every time they fired gave them the opportunity to get close to the enemy. The warriors rushed into the crowd of people, slashing with knives, tearing with their hands, biting with their teeth, using all the weapons and methods at their disposal, preventing the enemy from entering Elena.

Calaiber looked at the soldiers who were fighting fiercely in front of him, and his mouth grew up, but he couldn't make a sound. At this moment, he felt that the whole world was filled with some kind of high-pitched chirp. The tweet was so loud and piercing that it cost him all his hearing. And in the field of vision, which has become silent because of the monotonous noise, all the people who are fighting, all the people who are falling, turn into slow motion. Those wielded scimitars and blood, the slow and graceful dance in the air, those dead and dying lives, bloomed silently in this land.

"Tutu Tu Tu Tu—"

The sound of steam machine guns resounded. The machine gunners, who operated the machine guns, threw their bullets at the rear of the melee area between the two sides, temporarily suppressing the enemy's replenishment of forces. Their own soldiers took advantage of this gap to kill the enemies who had been cut out and returned to the trenches.

Iser almost rolled into the trenches. The trench, which was two meters deep, seemed to be turned into a soft bed in front of him. He rolled twice along the slope of the trench and hit the wall twice before lying on his side at the bottom of the trench and stopped. Calaiber reached out to lift him up, only to find that he was trembling all over.

"Well, we held the ......", seeing Calaiber, Isser stretched out his right hand and gave a thumbs up slightly, "We...... Elena's soldiers are not ...... seeds."

"Yes, yes, you kept ......"

Calaiber hugged Isel and murmured softly. In front of him, outside the trenches, one body after another, piled with corpses from both sides. The soldiers in red uniforms Ankenriin and Elena in gray uniforms hugged each other and slept on the land.

Blood is slowly soaking into the ground.

The drums of the enemy's charge sounded again.

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"This is the sixth charge."

Standing on an armored combat vehicle, Prince Eliot looked at the battlefield not far away. In his place, the shouting and gunfire of the warring sides were already less noticeable. All he could see was the figures that were shaking, advancing, and then falling to the ground, still proving the enemy's resistance.

"Almost," said Vincent Navry, chief of staff, standing beside Eliot, "the enemy has not many soldiers left, and the steam machine guns are also six dumb, and this wave can be taken." ”

"Hmm."

Elliot replied softly, continuing to look at the battlefield not far away. He remained silent, silent, until he saw many soldiers with red figures rushing into the trenches, and even rushing out from behind them, that he knew that the time he had been waiting for had finally come.

"Pass the order, the three armies of the Guards march in full force, enter Elena as quickly as possible, we must get Elena's technical information before the enemy!"

"Understood!"

Vincent nodded, and turned to give the order. Elliot, on the other hand, reached out and held on to the armor plate of the chariot. The cold-rolled iron plate of the machine is cool to the touch even in summer. Elliot pressed his palm to the steel plate for two seconds and picked it up.

"Well done, award the Blue Belt Medal to all cadres above the regimental level who took the lead in the attack today!"

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Just as Eliot's troops began to enter Elena through the New Son Pass, Gastens and his surviving 700-odd soldiers finally arrived at the foot of Los Angeles.

"Boss, there is Luoshan in front. We have a few trails on this side that are safe to enter", said the grizzled Ivan, sitting on the ground, reporting to Gastens in a somewhat frustrated voice.

"I see, rest for ten minutes and get into Elena as soon as possible. Send a team of scouts to the Luoshan crossing to see how things are going. ”

Gastens sat down next to Ivan, feeling a blackness in front of him. The continuous, high-intensity rush almost exhausted his physical strength. Ivan shifted and leaned him on his shoulder before asking about his next steps.

"Boss, we're all there are now, and we're out of ammunition for our weapons. After returning to Elena, she can't help, and she has to resupply before she can go to the battlefield. We need a little time to recuperate and resupply. ”

"I know," Gastens was tired, but his mind never stopped, "after we finish supplying, we need to support the Raksan Pass as fast as possible." I'm worried that in the absence of the Brave 1 and the Thunder 1, we will lose too much in guarding the Luoshan Pass. If there are too many dead, it will be difficult to handle the rest of the matter......"

"Main****!!!"

Ricky Ballis, the herald who had just been sent out, rushed to Gastens and knelt down at once.

“…… They, they say,...... Enemy, the enemy has broken through the Naksan Pass! ”

"What?!"

Gastensten stood up, the exhaustion of his body seemed to disappear at this moment, "Where did the news come from?" Is it accurate? How's Elena now? ”

"Yes...... It was said by the peasants who had escaped from Elena, and we found two at the entrance to the trail. I've brought them here. ”

Gastens looked along Ricky Balis's hand, and sure enough, he saw a farmer. A couple in their forties and three children, dressed in summer short sleeves and shorts made by Elena Textile Factory, and two adults carrying two large bags on their shoulders, looking like they were about to flee.

"Lord*****...... Chairman!!!! ”

The male farmer of the couple immediately recognized Gastens, threw himself on his knees, crawled up to Gastens on his knees, and hugged him.

"Lord ****! Elena, Elena......"

"What's wrong with Elena?"

Gastens felt a huge hand grasp his heart and squeezed it hard.

"Elena...... Elena ......"

As he spoke, the peasants began to cry.

"What the do you mean!!"

Ivan couldn't listen to it and cursed. Being scolded by him, the peasant shook violently and calmed down a little.

"Has Elena been breached?" , Gastens no longer wants to wait. Even if he would face the most terrible result, he would ask it himself.

"No ......," the farmer shook his head, then again, "I don't know. When they came in, the soldiers of the militia division told us to retreat, saying that the Naksan pass was broken and that the enemy might attack Elena at any time. I took my wife and children and evacuated to the river bay with everyone. Our warriors fought the enemy just outside the bend and killed many. It's spreading everywhere that you don't want us anymore, that you're dead, Chairman. I was so scared that I ran out with my wife and children......"

Have you been forced to the bend?

Gastens felt the hand that held his heart quiet again. He swallowed and asked the question he was most concerned about.

"When did this happen?!"

"Probably, three hours ago......"

The farmer hesitated for a moment and gave an uncertain answer. Gastens made a mental estimate, and his gaze became firm again.

"It's still too late!"