It's been a long time since Gastens has run like this. In his memory, only when he was a small slave soldier in the first life, he once ran more than 70 kilometers overnight to escape from the enemy's control area, and also brought back the news of the enemy's attack, not only was he not punished for desertion, but he was also rewarded by the commander. And since then, in his life experience in both worlds, he has never experienced such a high-intensity escape.

"Boss!"

Ivan has been inseparable from Gastens since he decided to break through. Gastens knew he had the idea of being his last shield. He was grateful, but he didn't put it into words. From the beginning of the revolution to the present, there have been many comrades who have sacrificed their lives, and the best way to be worthy of their sacrifice is to carry on the revolution and develop and grow.

"Are we free?"

Gastens trotted a few steps and stopped. His guards stopped with him, and began to do simple arming around the perimeter. Ivan gasped for breath with his hands on his knees, and it was a long time before he raised his head to answer Gastens' question.

"Not yet...... The enemy has been chasing after our ass......"

The enemy really did not go far. If you listen closely, Gastens can even hear the sounds of fighting in the distance behind him. It was the troops who were left behind in the palace fighting to the death with the enemy. Just to give Gastens a little more time to leave.

"Fuck, if only there were bullets!"

After a moment's respite, Ivan cursed heavily. If his guerrilla brigades and production brigades had sufficient ammunition, it would not be too easy to deal with these enemies, who were armed with front-loading steam rifles and did not have formations, and they would not dare to take the lead if they could hit them with a wave of charge. But now they have very few bullets in their hands, and they have reached the point where they cannot use them at critical moments. In such a situation, it becomes extremely difficult to get rid of or stop the pursuit of an enemy dozens of times larger than oneself behind you.

"We really lack the awareness to save ammunition, and we don't realize the real purpose of the enemy, so we have been dragged to the present", Gastens has reflected countless times along the way. If you can check more closely when attacking those steam cannons, if you can break away decisively after getting rid of the enemy's pursuit for the first time, if you can return directly to Elena after getting supplies, if you can ......

There are too many ifs and assumptions in this world, but there is only one real way. Since his previous choice forced him to this path, he can only continue on this road, even if the road is full of thorns and traps.

"Boss, it's not your fault, it's the enemy who is too cunning!"

By this time, Ivan hadn't forgotten to help Gastens talk. In other words, in the depths of his consciousness, he had already decided that Gastens would not make mistakes, and that the current predicament was only caused by the strength of the enemy and the unfortunate luck of the times, and absolutely had nothing to do with Gastens command.

"I know this matter myself", Gastens did not feel relaxed by Ivan's words, "every second of our time is snatched up with the lives of the fighters in the rear, and we must not waste it." After another five minutes of rest, we set off. ”

"Okay", Ivan stood up and looked behind him. In the thick of the night, the pyroxene lamps used by the enemy created long pillars of light in the night sky. And beneath those pillars of light, their own soldiers were fighting the enemy, with guns, knives, teeth, and hands.

If you look a little further, you can see that in the vast area around them, countless pyroxene lights are closing around them. Although the speed is very slow, anyone with some basic judgment can realize that when the circle is completely closed, it is the death of this small team.

"If it doesn't work like this, I'll bring another 200 people! As long as you can escape before the enemy closes the encirclement, you can go back to Elena. And as long as you go back to Elena, we won't lose! ”

Ivan's voice was filled with anxiety. More than 6,000 people at the time of departure have fought all the way to the present, and only more than 2,300 people remain. More than 3,000 staunch revolutionary comrades and more than 3,000 elite fighters carefully cultivated by Elena have been laid to rest on this land. And for the rest, lives are still in jeopardy.

"I'll go!" Larenz Warren, who had taken over from Bellancheir as commander of the guerrilla brigade, came from not far away. On the way to the flight, the command of the entire partisan brigade and the production brigade always acted with Gastens, and Ivan's advice, although not loud, was also heard by Larentz.

"Comrade Ivan is an old comrade of Elena and has a lot of experience in military struggle, and he will not be able to do without him for the reconstruction of the production brigade and the guerrilla brigade in the future. After this time, after taking people to break, nine deaths and one life are not suitable for Comrade Ivan. I, Larenz, have been a muddy serf for most of my life, and it was you who gave me freedom, taught me to read, and taught me what is ideal and what is happiness. Let me go, I'm dead, and after receiving so much from you, it's time to repay it. ”

"Two brigade commanders, this kind of thing should be left to our three regiments, there are more than 400 people in our three regiments, which is enough to snipe the enemy. Our third regiment is also the person with the largest number of survivors so far, and we feel uncomfortable watching the comrades of other regiments sacrifice before! Now the enemy's encirclement is getting smaller and smaller, and several of them are the most valuable commanders in the base area, so there is no need and absolutely must not give their lives here. After the break, leave this kind of thing to us! Chairman Garstens, give the order! Even if there is only one person left in the third regiment of our guerrilla brigade, we will definitely guarantee the completion of the mission! ”

Levi Warren, the commander of the Third Regiment, had one of his hands broken, and he simply wrapped it in torn clothes and put it on his chest. It was during a sniper battle half a day ago, and he was cut by the enemy's broadsword, and the wound was deep enough to see the bone, and it was oozing blood until now. But even so, he looked at Gastens without the slightest hesitation.

"Let me go!" , Ivan stepped forward, "Follow the leader from the beginning to the present, I am already content!" I firmly believe that the revolution will be victorious, and I also believe that the society you told us about will be realized! I've been causing a lot of trouble for the boss for so long, and now it's time for me to behave! I, Ivan Warren, came out of the death squad with the leader, in terms of seniority and hard work, none of you can beat me! ”

"You don't come!" , Larenz Warren squeezed Ivan Warren away, "Bellanchier has been sacrificed, if anything happens to you, who will lead the troops to fight?" Yes? Do you want to let your head go down Elena's revolutionary work and lead troops to fight every day without CD it! ”

Gastens lost his temper rarely, "It's just to break off, really think you're going to die?" I taught you that guerrilla warfare is white? Listen to me, Ver Warren and his gang are already breaking off for us, trust your comrades! Now, listen to my orders and go now! If, if you really need to break off, then I will give an order, and none of you will cowardly! ”

"Yes!!!"

The commanders present saluted in unison, and then began to prepare in silence. It is said that it is to prepare, but it is nothing more than drinking the little water in the kettle, and then throwing away the weapon without bullets, so as to reduce the burden on the body to the lightest. And Gastens cleaned up as he forced the sourness in his eyes. Perhaps influenced by his own habit of commanding in the front, since the beginning of the breakthrough in the mountains of the southern province of Ensten, except for the commander of the first regiment of the guerrilla brigade, Oleg Warren, who had already died, the five commanders of the production brigade and the guerrilla brigade, two of whom had died, one of whom was leading people to break off, and the rest, none of the three regiment commanders and Ivan himself, showed any timidity. He is proud of this team that is not afraid of death, but he is also sad about the predicament he is facing. As the general leader of a revolutionary ranks, he must always and at all times keep in mind that the price of any wrong decision is a living life.

"Let's go!"

It took less than ten minutes for the revolutionary procession, which was breaking through, to set off again. And behind them, the shouts of killing, I don't know when it has stopped. All that was left was the quiet moonlight, and the pyroxene lights that were biting behind them, still waiting for the sunrise.

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Two hours later, the acting commander of the guerrilla brigade, Larenz Warren, led two hundred fighters to break the rear. Gastens personally helped him put on his military cap.

Five hours later, the commander of the 3rd Regiment of the Guerrilla Brigade, Levi Warren, led the entire 3rd Regiment to bid farewell to Gastens, who hugged him for a minute and wished him peace.

Seven hours later, when the sun rose again in the east to illuminate the land, Gastens and Ivan led the remaining 1,400 warriors back to the side of the road leading to the city of Moon. Once here, they were less than fifty kilometers away from their destination, Elena. They had finally succeeded in leaving the 17th and 18th armies behind, and then, as long as they had all their strength and hurried without any other accidents, they could reach Elena that night.

Elena, just hold on for one more day to wait for their leader, their mentor and their backbone.

Gastens.

Lovely Lena, are you waiting?

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Just as Gastens and his team were watching Elena from the side of the road, the sound of an empty whistle from the 21st Army was echoing above the Luoshan crossing. The soldiers of the 21st Army of the Negru Eastern Front Command, lined up and full of spirit, were advancing in formation under the cover of steam artillery. And in front of them, Elena's position, which had been changed beyond recognition by the fierce fighting, was as quiet as a cemetery.

"Get the fuck ready for me! The enemy is not allowed to fire his gun if he does not have a firing range! Listen to the drums in the back and shoot together, do you understand?! ”

The loud voice of Jon Warren, deputy commander of the 3rd Regiment of the 2nd Division of the Militia, broke the silence in the trench. Yesterday's heavy rain had left the bottom of the trench still a little muddy, and the militiamen of Lovely Lena had no time to worry about the muddy water on the soles of their feet. They clenched the spears in their hands and stared intently at the enemy in front of them, some biting their lips and some trembling slightly. These men had been through three nightmarish days of defensive battles, and they were mentally and physically exhausted. But even so, they must stand here, because behind them, Elena has no way back.

Jon Warren finished his shout, slipped on his feet, and sat down in the trench. He was lucky not to die yesterday, but he lost too much blood from his injuries, so he has no strength or energy now. His little henchman, Halder Warren, staggered out of the trench and quickly squeezed back again, bringing a kettle with him.

"Commander, drink some water."

Jon Warren took the kettle, and as soon as he took two sips, he heard the sound of the enemy's empty whistle change from slow to fast. At the same time, there was the sound of enemy steam cannon fire. Although the number of these cannons is much less than a few days ago, there are not many steam machine guns left on their side, and the high-powered weapons on both sides are rapidly running out, and what is left is a naked bloody battlefield.

"All attention—"

Jon Warren stood up again, and in front of him, tin cans in triple armor were approaching in a neat line. Jon Warren glanced sideways at the steam machine guns that had been transferred to another position, and saw that they were also quietly waiting. So he knew it wasn't time to open fire yet.

At this moment, the sound of the air whistle in the air was exceptionally quiet.

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The commander of the 9th Regiment of the 2nd Militia Division, Issel Rhodes, sat on the trench on the outside of the long trench and lit the cigarette in his hand with the small pyroxene he had brought with him. In front of him, the quiet and empty road was empty, except for the summer wind that drove the grass on the side of the road, swaying slightly.

Unlike the Luoshan Pass, which was in the midst of fierce fighting, the side of the Xinshan Pass facing Eliot's forces was calm and a little boring. When the battle situation at the Luoshan Pass was tight, the 2nd Militia Division, which was originally used to defend the Xinshan Pass, was transferred to only the 9th Regiment of Isel Rhodes, which was still insisting on defensive tasks. Of the more than 30 steam machine guns originally placed here, only nine remained. The man in charge of the nine machine guns was a company commander named Jonah Warren, who had returned from the guerrilla brigade to recuperate from his wounds. One of his hands was cut off by the enemy during the battle and could no longer fight with the troops. Originally, he took the land and wanted to be a farmer, but as the war became tight, he took the initiative to return to the battlefield. The comrades in charge of assigning the fighters saw that he was disabled and sent him to the Johor Bahru Pass, thinking that he could be relatively safe.

"Ah, Iser", Jonah walked up to Isser, and asked him for a cigarette, "what do you say if something happens to Luoshan?" ”

"Needless to say, go to the front. I've heard that Daisy is planning to build a second line of defense at Elena Bend, and that we'll probably be sent there at that time. Anyway, it's all a war, and my life was also given by the chairman. Now it's time to give it to him, and I won't suffer either. ”

Issel Rhodes said this with a smile on his face, not serious or solemn. But Jonah knew, just like himself, that they were ready to die. It's a pity that they can't directly participate in the defensive battle of Luoshan.

"The chairman said that it was a different division of labor," Isser comforted himself. He was about to say something else, but suddenly he stood up. Jonah, who was sitting next to him, realized that something was wrong and stood up with him.

"I ...... Exercise! ”

When Isel saw the source of the noise that was attracting his attention, he couldn't help but curse. And beside him, Jonah was already running to the position of the steam machine gun as fast as he could. He was running and shouting.

"Be careful!! Enemy Attack !!! ”

In Isser's field of vision, on the road outside the Johor Bahru Pass, groups of soldiers wearing red Anken Rein military uniforms were forming a battle queue and rushing towards the Johor Bahru Pass.

It was Prince Eliot's troops.

The air is getting hotter and hotter.