Gastens is climbing the mountain.

Mt. Naksha is not a very tall mountain, nor is it a long mountain range like Shin Bahru, it is a semi-ring of three small interconnected peaks that embrace Elena from west to east like an embrace. Gastens was no stranger to the mountain, and after coming to Elena, he walked through it more than once, more than once through the trails in the mountains, to the top of the mountain, and to look around. However, like now, climbing the mountain with all the strength in his life is his first time.

"Boss ......"

Ivan followed him, panting. The soldiers who had fled with them from the southern mountains formed a long, thick gray snake in front of and behind Gastens, which appeared and disappeared on the mountainside.

Gastens glanced back and saw Ivan looking up at him. His much-thinner face had obvious dark circles under his eyes, and his expression was unstoppably tired. Seeing the once strong and energetic man become what he is now, Gastens felt a tightening heart, and his voice became softer.

"What's the matter, say."

"...... back," Ivan stopped, and on the mountainside on a summer afternoon, the air seemed to freeze. Waves of heat enveloped the warriors from all around, suffocating.

"Back...... I was bitten on ......."

Gastens looked away from Ivan's face and down the mountain. There, the blue soldiers, who were constantly gathering, were telling him a brutal truth.

It is no longer possible to sneak through Luoshan and enter Elena. When Gastens decided to use this path, he knew that Elena had no time to divide his forces to take care of these paths, and that this path, which they thought was hidden, could be discovered at any time when the enemy had already gained a huge tactical advantage. What's more, they also have a team of six or seven hundred people.

"Ignore them, let's keep going!"

In this moment, Gastens' sensibility triumphed over reason. He knew that the best thing to do was to leave some of the soldiers behind again to buy himself more time. But along the way, he saw so many sacrifices that he no longer had the confidence to face the next sacrifice, to face the faces of those soldiers who were destined to die.

"Nope."

Ivan didn't follow Gastens, "We can't go away this way." The fighters were so tired that they were climbing with all their strength at every step. And the enemy has been resting for so long, both in terms of weapons and physical strength. In the current situation, they will soon catch up with us. ”

"Yes, Chairman, it can't go on like this, we have to have someone break off", a somewhat unfamiliar young face appeared in Gastenes' field of vision. Gastens thought for a moment and realized that this was his new captain of the guard, Leyson Warren. His previous captain of the guard had already died, and it had been less than two days since Leyson Warren became captain of the guard.

Looking at Leyson Warren's young and equally tired face, Gastens opened his mouth and did not speak. He knew that sending someone to break the story was the last and best option, but he didn't know how to speak. He clearly knew that Ci was not in charge of the army, and if he wanted the revolution to succeed, he could not be afraid of sacrifice, but he just couldn't open that mouth.

The next order to let the warriors die was much more difficult than Gastens had imagined. And every order was for the fighters to die, which was far beyond the psychological range of Gastens to bear.

"Boss, I'll go."

Ivan's voice was so light that he couldn't hear it clearly if he didn't listen carefully. But Gastens still heard it clearly, and he subconsciously reached out to stop it, but was stopped by Ivan's eyes.

Ivan looked at Gastens with an indomitable determination.

"Boss," Ivan straightened up, slowly raised his hands, stretched his body, and let out a satisfied moan.

"Boss, you know, I was a murderer at the beginning, a death row prisoner, and a scum who lived today without tomorrow. It was you who made me see a better world, gave me a reason to live and a goal to strive for for a lifetime. Meeting you is the best and best thing in my life, really. ”

Gastens felt that the weather was so hot, and the corners of his eyes were sweaty. He blinked, reached out and wiped it off, only to find that he couldn't wipe it clean. On the contrary, it rubbed more and more, like a gushing spring.

"You once said that the rarest thing in a person's life is contentment. I, Ivan Warren, a serf, a death row prisoner, a man who should have died a long time ago, have followed you to this point, I am content, I am satisfied, I have gained too much, too much. These things make me happy when I dream......"

Ivan reached out and opened the vent valve of the steam pack behind him, and began to recharge his Valorant rifle. His once strong arms, in the sunlight, were strangely thin.

"So, that's enough. That's enough", Ivan reached out and pressed Leyson Warren who wanted to speak, "Thank you, Chief, for letting me know what it means to be alive." ”

"Master Ivan, let me go!!!!"

Ryson shouted with a cry in his voice, and he stepped forward to stop the man who was about to turn around, but the man stopped him with a fierce roar.

"You give me a fucking stop!!"

At this time, Ivan's whole person was angry, "Leyson Warren, you listen to me!" When Lao Tzu is away, the safety of the boss will be handed over to you!! If you dare to let your head hurt before you die, you will die for me before you die! Hear no!! ”

"Heard !!"

After a long period of obedience and training, Leyson subconsciously straightened up. Ivan looked at him like this and suddenly smiled. His laughter was rough and hoarse, like gears that had not been lubricated for a long time.

"Good! I believe in you! ”

With that, Ivan turned and looked at the warriors gathered behind him. Gastens hesitated, but held out his hand.

"Ivan—"

"Boss !!" Ivan, with his back to Gastens, interrupted Gastens in a louder, gruff voice.

"You've led us to so many battles, which time have you not been at the forefront? If you recognize me as a brother, don't let me be an eggless man! Okay??!! ”

After saying that, Ivan did not wait for Gastens to reply, and began to shout at the fighters.

"Brothers!! Are you fucking eggless men!! ”

"Not !!"

"Are you fucking Elena soldiers?!!"

"Yes!!"

"That's all fucking with me! Who dares to let an enemy break through our defenses and fucking die before it's too late!! ”

"Yes!!!"

"Then why are you still stunned!! Go with Lao Tzu to kill people!!!! ”

"Kill !!!!"

Seeing the state and mood of the fighters, Ivan turned his head to look at Gastens.

"Chief, you see, this is our Elena soldier, with such soldiers, we will not lose!"

Gastens bit his lip, remained silent, and nodded.

Ivan took one last look at the man who had led him from the brink of death, and turned his head down the mountain. There was never a look back. His figure became extremely relaxed at this moment.

Relaxed and chic.

"Let's go."

Gastens didn't watch Ivan for long, and the blue enemy was approaching at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving him and Elena with very tight time. Now, even a minute of sadness is a luxury for him. All he could do was bury all his sadness and anger in his heart, and then live.

Leyson Warren followed in the footsteps of Gastens, and the twenty warriors of the Guard, followed in the footsteps of Gastens. Ricky Barris, the communications soldier who was finally following Gastens, followed in Gastens' footsteps. The procession, which had more than 6,000 people at the beginning, ended up with less than 30 people and began to climb the last part of the mountain road into Elena.

Behind them, the sound of gunfire and shouts of killing gradually rang out, echoing through the valleys and peaks, like a symphony of pathos, which could not be stopped for a long time.

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Elena on August 20, 848, was full of smoke.

"Queue queue queue! Stand in line for the fuck! A regiment stood in three rows, and three rows heard no !!!!!! ”

Baotong Warren, the commander of the third company of the 5th Regiment of the 4th Division of the Elena Militia, was trying to get his soldiers to stand in a line, so that they could line up in the most basic platoon of guns. And beside him, the 6th and 7th regiments of the 4th division of the militia were doing the same thing with him. The voices of the veterans maintaining order and swearing came and went, turning this place where Elena's troops gathered into a lively vegetable market.

The 4th Militia Division was formed temporarily after Elena activated the emergency mobilization order, and most of the people who joined this force had no contact with military training and were authentic farmers and workers. And in less than three days, not only to master the use of the Elliot rifle and the Glory rifle, but also to teach them basic queue instructions, almost exhausted all the energy of all the veterans of the Fourth Division. But even so, now that they were about to encounter the enemy, these peasants, who had no enthusiasm for fighting, could barely maintain the most basic queue.

"Listen to it all!!"

Baotong Warren is still shouting, "The drum is the command, the drum is the rhythm!" Step to the rhythm of the drums, one-two-one, one-two-one, you know? Then, two consecutive heavy hits are shots, two more heavy hits are reloads, and two more heavy blows are shots, do you understand? ”

The soldiers who belonged to the third company of the fifth regiment standing in front of Baotong looked at each other, and then looked at Baotong with some hesitation.

"Company commander, let's just kill it, these drums are too troublesome, I don't understand!!"

Someone in the team complained, and Baotong glared at him and scolded.

"I won't stop you if you want to die, but don't hurt your comrades and Elena! If we want to resist the enemy, now the platoon gun tactic is the best tactic we can use, as long as we are not afraid of death and rush forward against the enemy's platoon gun, we will definitely win! You'll be able to drive the enemy out of Elena!! ”

"!!!"

The soldiers responded with a rambling response, followed by a quarrel. Baotong didn't like the noise and chaos, but he had done his best to maintain order. He returned to the right-hand side of his company's queue and began to give orders on his own.

"Ready—"

The recruits quieted down, and many began to look ahead, putting their hands on the valve of the outstretched cylinder.

"Departure !!!"

Baotong gave an order, and the drum sounded. The 5th Regiment of the 4th Division of the Militia, as the vanguard of this sniper attack on Prince Eliot, set foot on the passage connecting Elena and Xinsha Pass. Behind them were some crooked but resolute recruits. Their opponent was Prince Eliot's Third Guard, who had been tested in battle for a long time, and could even rely on their superiority in numbers and equipment to control the gap between them and Elena's advanced weapons within a controllable range.

"I'll say !! last time"

After arriving at the predetermined position, Baotong returned to his company and loudly imparted his own experience.

"Line up to shoot tactics, if you want to win, you have to be harder than anyone's bones! Who's bold! The closer we get to this steam rifle, the more accurate it is! If our two sides line up and get closer, whoever shoots first will most likely lose! We just have to grit our teeth, hold back, let the enemy shoot first, fire a round or two, and then we close the distance and shoot, and we win! Do you understand? As long as you are not afraid of death and listen to the drums, you can win! ”

"Got it!"

"Got it!!"

"Whoever is afraid of death is a bad seed!"

The warriors' answers were seven-seven-eight-eight, but the meaning was the same. Baotong nodded with satisfaction and returned to his place. According to the information they received, three divisions of Prince Eliot's three guards were quickly entering Elena through the Johor Bahru Pass. And their vanguard will soon come into contact with the Fourth Division of the Militia.

It would be a defensive battle that would decide Elena's fate.

Baotong was silent in the dim sunlight that was beginning to change, thinking. And in front of him, enemy troops in red uniforms had already appeared in their field of vision.

There was some slight commotion among the fighters of the 4th division of the militia. When a team of more than 30,000 people appeared in front of them in a neat line, the difference in numbers between the two sides made the psychology of these warriors, who were farmers a few days ago, fluctuate somewhat.

"For Elena!!!!

Someone in the line shouted.

"For Elena!!!

More people began to shout, and gradually, the shouting changed from chaos to neatness, and the fear and depression in the shouting also turned into passion and blood. The warriors repeated the simple phrase over and over again, and finally fell silent. And at this time, their eyes are no longer confused.

The drums sounded.

"Go !!"

Baotong shouted and stepped away. The soldiers standing beside him also began to take steps. Step by step, step by step, stepping on the drum, everyone began to approach the enemy.

And the enemy, also stepping on the drumbeat, began to approach this group of soldiers who were not able to measure themselves.

In the absence of an advantage in weapons, you want to block 30,000 people with 3,000 people?

How can Elena, who came up with this idea, win?