"This battle...... It's not good to fight......"

Gleason Warren, chief of staff of the Fourth Regiment of the Workers' and Peasants' Revolutionary Army, lowered his binoculars and sighed softly. The only two divisions he could use were the Fifth Division and the Sixth Division, and although there was sufficient ammunition, the firepower was still weak against the enemy's armored forces. The vanguard of the 1st and 2nd Divisions, which were rapidly reinforced, had arrived, but it would take about three hours to get into operational form. And the 3rd Division, the 3rd Division, according to the regulations on combat readiness, it will take them two days to enter the battle.

"This won't work, if we continue like this, our troops will be seriously insufficient, Chief of Staff, what should we do?"

The commander of the Fifth Division, Tarun Warren, was equally worried. He joined the army after the Battle of Elena, and was originally a serf who worked as an accountant, and was a rare literate serf who could read and count. In the same way, his intuition and performance in battle were also very good, and he was able to reach the position of division commander.

"The enemy's armored forces are moving slower than our tanks, so find a way to hold them back and wait for the Behemoth Warband. If the Behemoth Warband doesn't come for a long time, then we can only fight and retreat, and we can't fight against an opponent of this level. Otherwise, the damage will be too great. ”

In Gleeson Warren's field of vision, enemy hunters and slayers had begun to enter the position, and these armored fighting vehicles, although far inferior to the Behemoth, were still close to invincibility when it came to dealing with infantry. Although his own soldiers had a strong will to fight, they died in front of the chariot in vain, which Gleason did not want to see.

"Understood, when will our Behemoth Warband arrive?"

Tarun Warren is still asking questions, although he is not afraid of death, but in the face of the enemy's tanks, he is still a little uncertain.

"Hold on, I trust Brudley Oden, he won't let us down."

Gleason Warren looked at the chariot that was getting closer and closer, and finally gave the order.

"Take cover, let the enemy chariots pass, and let the machine gunners shoot the infantry behind them and immediately retreat through the trench system, don't engage head-on!"

"Understood!"

The herald shouted, and the order was relayed. Tarron Warren has also left Gleason Warren. The chief of staff of the Fourth Army looked at the battlefield in front of him and suddenly a trace of worry rose.

What should I do if I lose this battle?

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"They didn't respond? What does it mean to have no reaction? ”

Fearful of enemy snipers, Gokohein Foster hid further in his headquarters after the commander of the 9th Army was killed. Here, his knowledge of the battlefield can only come from the soldiers, who are constantly running between the front line and the headquarters, very indirectly.

"That's it, that's it", the herald saw that Gukohein was angry, and the sweat came down, "even if they didn't shoot, they didn't react, and our tanks and infantry rushed directly through their first line of defense, and now they are attacking the second line of defense!" ”

"No reaction, no counterattack?" , Gu Kohein frowned, "It seems that Colin Ridley has done a good job, and the enemy's behemoth warband has been held back by them." In that case, we just have to go on the offensive. ”

"Newspaper—"

Just before Gukohein's new tactics could be communicated, a new herald came in panting, "Report to the general, the enemy launched an attack on the flank of the infantry that was following us behind the tanks after our tanks passed through the first line of defense, and our infantry suffered heavy casualties. The enemy's attack stopped when our tanks began to fire back, and the enemy's casualties were unknown. ”

"Newspaper—"

Immediately following the previous herald, another herald rushed into the headquarters. Gukohain placed five heralds at the headquarters and five at the front to relay urgent messages to each other. Now there are two in a row, which shows that the front line is not easy either.

"The commander of the front, Dada Rablin, was killed by enemy snipers!"

"Fuck, didn't you tell him to be careful!"

Gu Kehein scolded, but knew that he couldn't help it. His two lieutenants, Dada Rablin and Van Deeltel, were masters who could not be idle and were not afraid of death. When they had just been fired back by enemy sniper rifles, the two men were clamoring to go to the front line and help with decision-making. Fortunately, less than half an hour after going up, one died.

"Tell Van der Terl that you are not allowed to show your head! It is only possible to summarize and analyze the situation! ”

With a sentence that sealed the possibility of Deltel's adventure, Gurakos focused his attention on the first herald, "Inform the armored troops to continue the attack, and leave the infantry behind." Tell the infantry to give up the coordinated charge and wait for our armored forces to run over the enemy's lines before we attack! ”

"Order!"

The herald shouted and rushed out. Half an hour later, the chief of staff of the 9th Army, Jett Yupe, lifted the curtain and walked in.

"General, you don't let our soldiers go to the front, I know you are for our good, but without the infantry accompaniment, the armored units are very vulnerable!"

"I know, but if you go up, they will kill you. Our infantry had no ability to resist in front of the enemy's positions, even with armor cover. Didn't you see the enemy's counterattack just now, you can't do that. ”

Gukohain was still unfamiliar with the rhythm and regularity of armored warfare. After all, tanks were a new thing, and he didn't know the necessity of infantry and tank coordination and when he could separate the infantry from the tank. He just chose a countermeasure that he felt would not be wrong out of his basic instincts and the combat experience he had once had with Elena.

"But ......," Jet Yupe hesitated, "our soldiers are not afraid of death!" ”

"I know that the soldier is not afraid of death, but the officer is afraid. In less than two hours of fighting, more than 100 of my junior officers have died, and if this continues, our combat command system will soon be finished. ”

Jett Yupelen froze, the enemy has snipers, he knows. His own officers have been being sniped, and he knows it. But it was the first time he had heard such a clear death toll from Gurakos. Jet Yupe, who knew the importance of a junior officer, hesitated for a moment, but finally swallowed what he wanted to say.

Hopefully, your tactics won't give the enemy a chance.

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"Great, their infantry and tanks are separated!"

Gleason Warren put down his binoculars and was elated. Unlike Gukohain, he and the entire high-ranking generals of Ankenrein have received systematic training in armored warfare. In the current combat environment, without the help of infantry to clear the tanks of the enemy infantry, it will soon fall into crisis.

"Inform to go down and approach the enemy's tanks from the trenches, in accordance with the requirements of anti-tank operations, destroy their tracks and transmission systems, prevent them from moving on!"

"Understood, sir!"

The herald turned and ran out, and Gleason took a sip from his glass, unaware of what he was drinking. In such a tense background, he no longer felt any information that would affect his fighting.

And at this time, on the positions of the front. The defenders, who had once hid in bunkers and semi-underground shacks, began to attack enemy tanks along the trenches. Although some were attacked by the steam machine guns of the enemy's attacking tanks, most of the troops managed to approach the enemy tanks without any problems. Because of the relationship between the height and angle of fire of the barrel and the steam machine gun, there was not much danger for a unit like them that was close to the enemy. Many of these soldiers carried thick iron rods, long at one end and short at the other, bent into an L-shape, with strong barbs at the ends. The soldiers crouched in the trenches, waiting for the enemy tanks to pass overhead, quickly reaching out to insert the iron pipes into the tracks of the tanks, watching the thick iron rods crunch under the drive of the enemy tanks, and then bounce out. Only a few iron rods can use their effect to destroy the enemy's drivetrain.

Although the efficiency of the iron bar is very low, it cannot withstand the many people who use this weapon. In a few moments, a dozen tanks that were roaring towards the second front of the permanent defense line were lying on their stomachs and turned into fixed batteries and machine-gun racks. And as more tanks were destroyed by Anken Rein's soldiers, Gurakos, who was in the rear, finally responded. He ordered the tank units to advance alternately, while again sending his own infantry. He had to use infantry to protect the perimeter of the tank and prevent such problems from recurring.

As a result, the newly quiet position became noisy again, and Ankenrui was destroyed by the tanks after a short burst of machine gun fire from the defenders, killing a group of enemy soldiers. Soldiers dressed in gray roamed the trenches, dodging enemy attacks and looking for opportunities to counterattack. Although the 5th and 6th Divisions of the 4th Army Corps fought hard, the indestructible enemy tanks still put great pressure on them. By the third hour of the battle, there were almost no defenders of Ankenrein between the first and second lines of the permanent line. And the price paid by Gurakos was nothing more than thirty tanks that had lost their ability to move. Compared to the reserve of more than seventy tanks in his hands, this loss was completely within his bearing.

"It can't go on like this, there are only three lines of defense in the permanent defense line, and I didn't expect the enemy to attack so easily. If the enemy launches another wave of attacks, we will have to abandon the second line of defense, which will be too great a loss for the entire province of Ambour. ”

At Anken Reyne's front headquarters, a heated argument was going on, and Chief of Staff Gleason Warren and Fifth Division Commander Tarun Warren, and Sixth Division Commander Dinklage Warren disagreed on the next battle plan.

"Comrade Chief of Staff, I know that you do not want to give the fighters too much losses. But as things stand, with our network of trenches, we are able to get close to enemy tanks and destroy them. Give us some time, and we will be able to keep the enemy out of the second line of defense. ”

The commander of the 6th Division, Dinklaki Warren, was more aggressive, and he and his soldiers were eager to fight, and they were the most active on the battlefield. Taron Warren's style, on the other hand, is a little more conservative.

"What the chief of staff means is that we use movement warfare against the enemy. Didn't the leader also say that you have to use your brains to fight, and you can't fight to the death. ”

Talen Warren is in favor of a temporary retreat, free up space, and find time for himself. The Behemoth Warband can't be destroyed, it can only be held back by something. As long as they wait for the Behemoth Warband, they can drive the enemy's tank troops back to their hometown.

"The premise of going back is that we can fight back. Now the enemy has armored forces, we don't. No matter how we move, we will not be able to fight the enemy head-on, and retreating will only lose the existing network of trenches that will close the gap between us and the enemy's armored forces, otherwise-"

Before Dinklage Warren could finish his sentence, he saw another herald, and the young man ran into the tent panting and shouted loudly.

"The Giant, Behemoth Warband is here!"

Hearing this, everyone couldn't sit still, Gleason Warren yelled and rushed out, and Tarun Warren and Dinklage Warren reacted the same. The originators and ancestors of using armor to fight were beaten by the enemy's poorly performing tanks, and they didn't want to come back a second time.

"Tell me, what happened to you?"

Seeing that the person who came was not Brudley Oden, the leader of the Behemoth Warband, but Ballmer Warren, the deputy commander of the Third Behemoth Warband, Greenson knew that there must be something wrong in the rear.

"Met with an enemy attack, about two hundred or so tanks, we destroyed more than seventy, and the rest ran away. But most of our tanks were broken tracks and could not move. We've brought all the moving behemoths with us, eleven in all. What's going on here? ”

Hearing that there were only eleven chariots, Gleason frowned slightly, but he also knew that it was a good thing to have chariots coming over now, and he couldn't expect too much from him. After thinking about it for a while, I gave my own advice.

"Now the enemy has about a hundred tanks attacking our line, and twenty-two of them have been destroyed by us, and they have been lying on their stomachs between the first and second lines of defense, and have become fixed batteries. I want you to destroy their fixed batteries first, and then help us retake the first line of defense. ”

"Yes, no problem", Ballmer Warren looked at the sky and then at his watch, "we can be ready in half an hour." ”

"Very good, then start the counterattack in half an hour!"

Gleason finally waited for the good news, he yelled, pulled the two division commanders beside him and walked towards the headquarters, "Come, let's take a good look at how to fight this counterattack!" ”

Ballmer Warren smiled at the roaring Greenson and turned to go to the team. Their behemoth came, and the entrenched line was secured. As for the regiment commander who stayed in the rear and the thirty or so giant beasts lying on their stomachs, he also had confidence.

Now, it's time to hand over the stage to their eleven behemoths. The enemy's crispy tanks can die with peace of mind.

"Pass my orders, and maintain as fast as possible! Twenty minutes later, a counterattack was launched!! ”

Ballmer Warren's voice echoed through the position, bringing with it a myriad of low shouts. The fighters sat or stood, excited. was suppressed and beaten for a long time, and the anger in their hearts was enough.