Hundreds of new howitzers were ready to be launched on the middle floor, and the Fansu artillerymen in red uniforms were eager to try it. Until the moment Bonaparte returned, Bonaparte looked at the impatient look on their faces, smiled at them, turned his head to look at the Dusu and the dying Issu on the outer layer in the distance, and said indifferently, "Ready, incendiary bombs, fire!"

At the sound of an order, hundreds of incendiary shells burst out of the barrel, slashed through the air like electric sparks, and then smashed into the outer fortress trenches with unmistakable accuracy.

The raging flames spread rapidly from the moment the incendiary bombs were smashed, raging in the outer layer like fierce beasts, and many of the Dusu soldiers and Yisu soldiers who fought each other with white blades were swallowed by the flames before they could react, "Ahhh A heart-rending roar came, and black smoke billowed across the entire battlefield.

"What the hell do you mean, Jamie!?" When Miles saw this scene, he was stunned, and then reacted, grabbed Jamie's collar fiercely, opened his eyes angrily, and roared hoarsely: "You want my brother to be cannon fodder? Do you want to die?" The voice seemed to be dripping blood.

"You calm me down, this is done by Fan Suren, I can't refuse. Jamie didn't look directly at Miles, avoiding his gaze and dodging.

On the battlefield engulfed by fire in the distance, many burning Miles Legion soldiers struggled desperately, they leaned towards the middle layer like crazy, and not far before they came to the middle level, some fleeing soldiers showed hopeful smiles, but before they could react, the middle level of the Allied soldiers and Trident Legion soldiers brought them the allied guns without hesitation.

The soldiers who approached the middle floor were shot and killed, both friend and foe, Miles angrily kicked Jamie in the stomach, and before Jamie could react, he lifted it again, his fingernails were almost close to Jamie's neck, his head was close to Jamie's head, and he roared "I'm going to kill you!"

"Now that the national crisis is at hand, do you still want to murder your superiors and defect to the enemy?" Jamie explained, "You're a soldier, and the order is like a mountain! Deserters die! You know! Those fires were made by the Van Sue people, and you are angry, and so am I, but now is not the time to tear up with them, at least we have achieved our goal." If we want to turn against them, we have to defeat the Dusu and solve the national crisis!"

Jamie threw all this pot at Van Sue again, and Miles had nothing to say, just walked out of the headquarters with red eyes, Jamie glanced at him, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly playfully.

Fan Su's artillerymen cheered excitedly, Bonaparte looked at the sea of fire in front of him, even if he was in the distance, the burning sensation brought by it also frightened him, he could not hide the joy in his heart, and said in his heart: Michelia, our Fan Su's new howitzer can you suffer, let me see, this game, how do you break it?

The Front Command of the First Army of the Imperial United Army Group, inside the large camp of the Chinese Army.

Michelia took off the gray-black military coat that seemed a little big to her, wearing a loose white shirt, strands of blonde hair were pulled behind her ears, and her white and flawless forehead was a playful and lovely air bangs, she was crossing her legs, holding a goblet in her hand, her ruddy mouth gently sipped the mellow red wine in the glass, and her fair face had a slight flush, which actually looked a little chic.

The pleasure of drinking wine is strong, "Bang, bang, bang!" The fierce cannon sound came from a distance, and the wine glass that Michelia was carrying trembled slightly, and the crystal red wine poured on her flawless pink neck, and slid down the underwear wrapped in the white shirt, she felt slightly cold there, but she couldn't care so much, it seemed that the battle situation had changed, so she hurriedly trotted out of the Chinese army camp with a small white jade scepter, and collided with a tall figure as soon as she opened the tent.

Mario entered the tent in a hurry, and just as he was about to draw the curtain, he felt his body being pounced on by a delicate body with the mellow aroma of red wine.

He flickered slightly, and as soon as he subconsciously grabbed it, his hand touched an indescribable softness, and the fragrance of alcohol intoxicated him, and he touched it restlessly twice, which was the angry pretty face that he realized.

"Marshal!" Mario felt a chill in his heart, and let go of his hand in a panic, remembering what he had just done to Michelia, and his heart was afraid for a while.

Unexpectedly, Michelia didn't pay attention to him, she tidied up her messy clothes first, glared at Mario, walked forward, looked at the blurred outer battlefield of the fortress in the distance, and didn't see the fluttering iron-blooded double-headed eagle banner symbolizing victory, she said anxiously: "What happened, why hasn't the outer layer been taken yet?"

According to her previous calculations, at this moment the army will launch an attack on the middle level. But now the outer layer is spreading fiercely, and the fire is monstrous.

Michelia's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and seeing that Michelia didn't blame herself, Mario also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Mario also sorted out his thoughts, and stepped forward and said anxiously to Michelia: "The situation is 100,000 critical, the Iraqi army fired incendiary bombs at the outer layer when we were about to break through the outer layer, and now the entire outer layer is in flames, and the vanguard troops have suffered heavy losses... However, according to the military law of the Soviet Union, the two armies are at war, and the soldiers are not allowed to retreat unless they have a military order from their superiors. Killed"

"What are you waiting for, don't withdraw quickly!" Michelia said anxiously, "These fearless losses are worthless. “

"Yes!" Mario quickly instructed the adjutant, and he continued to say to Michelia, "The Isu are so ruthless that they use this trick to kill three hundred enemies and lose one thousand. Now we are in danger. “

"It's not Yss who are ruthless, it's Fan Sue and Jamie who are ruthless, it's my fault. Michelia's silver teeth clenched, she didn't expect that she would miss this step in the end.

The Iraqi troops stationed in Gran may not know the coordinates of the base camp of their Soviet-Soviet army, but they definitely know the azimuth coordinates of their own Gran Fortress, and when the Soviet-Independent army breaks through the outer layer, if the new howitzer secretly developed by Fan Su is used to strike at the outer layer, then the outer layer will definitely become a hell.

Now the outer layer is already in a sea of fire, which has caused serious damage to the advance force of the independent Soviet Union, and has blocked the attack of the independent army on the fortress, unable to cross the outer layer, let alone capture the middle layer and the inner layer. Unable to take the fortress of Gran, the consequences for the lone army would be fatal.

After all, she still got up.

Looking at Michelia, who was lost and blamed herself, Mario was also distressed, what this girl was carrying was really too big: the expectations of the army, the trust of the king, and the hatred of the family and country. Ordinary people can be crushed to pieces, but she is as weak as she can only pretend to be strong and bear it silently. He stretched out his arm and gently hugged Michelia in his arms, trying to comfort him but didn't know where to start, and finally had to say softly, "No, it's not your fault." ”

"No!" Looking at the hazy and blazing beacon fire in the distance, Michelia broke free from Mario's embrace and said in a trembling voice, "If anyone is responsible for today's deadlock, I am the one who bears the greatest responsibility, I am carried away by personal grievances, and on the eve of the crisis, I am still arrogant and arrogant, and I just want to solve it quickly." As the commander-in-chief of the three armies, I rushed to attack the fortress without a full understanding of the opponent, and even drank and had fun in the barracks when the soldiers were fighting, which led to the needless sacrifice of many soldiers and soldiers, and when the battle situation was unfavorable, as the commander-in-chief, I did not know it, and did not immediately give the order to retreat, causing greater casualties, and now we are about to be trapped, and countless brothers will die without a place to be buried under my mistakes, Imperial Marshal? Ridiculous, I am such a waste, a sinner of the Dusu... ”

Her beautiful eyes were full of tears, and Mario also sighed, he was actually really sad to be by her side all the time, and failed to give the girl real happiness and beauty. After a few moments, looking at Mario's slightly disappointed look, Michelia realized that she had lost her temper.

The commander's every move is related to the morale of the army, and the firmness of the generals prompts the soldiers to have confidence in victory. Exposing one's frustration and failure is a taboo for the commander to command in battle, as the imperial marshal of the independent Soviet Union, even if he fails, he can't show half a regret on his face, and he must not harm the whole imposing army because of his immaturity, crying and crying in front of his subordinates, what is this like?

"I'm really not an ordinary immature! Michelia sighed bitterly in her heart, fortunately, there were not many people watching, she was the youngest and most outstanding graduate of the Dusu Noble Military Academy, she had lived under countless halos since she was a child, and Mario was the second man who had been by her side since she was a child, besides her brother, and knew her heart very well. This is undoubtedly much better than crying in front of soldiers who only have a relationship between superiors and subordinates.

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper. Michelia sobbed. But anyone with a discerning eye knows that she has not yet shaken off the haze of defeat at the front.

"Report Marshal. At this moment, a man with a charred face as charcoal broke the silence of the atmosphere, and he came silently, standing silently to the side.

"What do you do?" Michelia was in no mood to speak, and Mario on the side wondered, the guy in front of him was emaciated, covered in flesh and blood, and had a disgusting smell of burning. It is difficult to associate the ugly man in front of him with an excellent officer of the independent Soviet Union with pure blood.

"Marshal, Chief of Staff, I am the deputy commander of the Eighth Advance Battalion of the First Army, Major Crofen. ”

"What about your troops?" Mario asked.

"The soldiers of the battalion and the commander of Camp Rauch all died magnificently. ”

"What?" Hearing this, Michelia's heart couldn't help but ache like a knife.

"Marshal, Battalion Commander Rauch has always been very fond of you, and when he went out with the army, he didn't bring anything at home, so he brought a newspaper with your photo, and he always carried that newspaper with him. ”

"At that time, the battle situation in the Gran Fortress was critical, and when the marshal gave the order to withdraw the troops, the battalion commander took off his army coat and handed it to me, saying that he had no face to come back to see the marshal, and asked me to leave this to the marshal after I withdrew. He just. Lead the whole battalion of soldiers to stab forward in the sea of fire, all ... Martyred. At the end, Crofin cried, and with a shudder he handed the coat to Michelia.

Michelia took the coat, the skin of which was scorched by the fire and had a strong pungent smell, but Michelia didn't care so much. She carefully took out the crumpled and well-kept newspaper from the inside pocket of her coat.

The photo in the newspaper shows Michelia in a military uniform and in high spirits, which is the Pine Post a few years ago. At that time, Michelia graduated from the academy not long ago, and was recognized by the media as "the most outstanding imperial marshal of the future Dusu, and the flower of hope for the revival of the Great Dusu Empire"

I can't imagine that this newspaper has been preserved to this day.

Michelia smiled miserably, looking at the blank space of the masthead, her eyes glazed.

Perhaps Rauch had predicted his own end, and the blank space in the newspaper column had three bright strings of Dusu text:

"Tell the Empire that I've done my best. ”

"Tell Your Majesty that I will never surrender. ”

"Tell Shirley that I still love her. ”