Unable to see his left flank, Jed, the company commander of E Company, made a bad decision. He used hand signals to signal the troops on the right flank and center line to shrink and hide behind several dry firewood piles.

The problem is that if there are a few people, it can be well hidden. However, the "barbarian" mechs that received the order were all shrunk together. For the cannons deployed at the walls of Caen, they were simply a group of "live targets" that could not move.

"Why did the team stop?"

The team had just entered less than 100 meters away, and everyone was squatting in the snow behind a few firewood piles, and this unusual behavior suddenly raised my worries to my throat.

The "savages" in broad daylight were too obvious in the open area, for fear that the whole company would be completely exposed, after all, the dry firewood piles used for winter heating were not impregnable.

"Damn it, call Jed, let him get me moving!"

"No, no response. ”

Beirut himself tried to call a few times on the radio, then turned to look at me and shook his head.

Soon Isaac's platoon caught up with the company.

Isaac ordered his men to wait on the side of the abandoned barns on the left, while he himself came to Jade for instructions. Isaac insisted on continuing his mission, and Morris in the second platoon and Anzio in the third platoon also strongly agreed.

Jed then ordered a platoon to move from the left flank to a roundabout one. At the same time, behind the firewood pile, he directed his "barbarians" to carry out fire cover. For this, the "barbarians", who originally belonged to a row, were also left behind. But at the moment, they all seem to have overlooked one thing, the biggest threat is the long-range artillery on those cities.

Only 21 infantry remained in a platoon on the interspersed mission, trying to make a detour from the left and penetrate behind the enemy positions.

Aysaac and his command team had only a few minutes to plan the route interspersed with marches. But soon the Ambushed Britannia shooters began to shoot. Unlike the Empire, these men were specially trained to shoot and even reload much faster than the average musketeer.

Soon there were casualties, and the cries of "Doctor, Doctor!" echoed in the air.

Thankfully, long-range artillery support from Caen City did not arrive until this moment. The reason for this is that the communication mechanism of the Britannians is still in the realm of human power.

The first platoon's actions were pressed back, and although Isaac prevented several counterattacks, it had little noticeable effect. Everyone was in a hurry at this moment.

Morris judged that Jade might have collapsed. He hid behind the pyre, with no plan and no idea what to do. On the contrary, those "barbarians" faithfully carried out their duty, and after several shelling with direct hits, they stuck to their posts and did not take a single step back.

"Damn it! Get me moving. Go ahead!!"

I couldn't read it anymore, so I threw away the binoculars in my hand, snatched the walkie-talkie from the communicator's hand, and roared loudly.

Now all they need is a leader, just walk through the open and into the town. In that way, E Company completely entered the dead end of the enemy's huge artillery. But no one does.

snatched a flintlock pistol from a soldier and lightly jumped up the treetops. "Bang!" was shot a few centimeters above the heads of the huddled group of "barbarians".

Still nothing works.

"Kakawi!"

"Kakawi!"

No one responded.

That's when I remembered that Kakawi had sent me to Company F.

Jumping back to the ground, I brute no effort to remove the warm trench coat from my body. Take it off, and the windbreaker is blown out by the cold wind. The button on the neckline was violently pulled off, and after drawing an arc, it fell silently to the snow.

"Major Angelina, remember who you are, you are the battalion commander, you have to command this battalion. ”

Beirut saw through my intentions at a glance and hurriedly spoke out to stop me.

The battalion commander who went to step on the horse, if I didn't go now, the Riptide battalion would lose a company.

A few steps to his "barbarian", opened the front hatch, and sat backwards with one handrail.

Beirut chased after me, but when he saw my cold eyes, which were about to freeze to death, he didn't say anything more.

"The command of the battalion headquarters is under your responsibility for the time being. ”

With that, I closed the hatch and was already out of armor. Then, rushed out.

"Maurice, report the situation!"

By the time I rushed to Jed, Morris still couldn't believe his eyes and ears.

"The building physics on the left, there are several scattered groups of shooters, and the roundabout actions of their presence in a row are suppressed. Those tin monsters (tanks) are here, here, and these points. ”

Morris randomly found a piece of firewood and drew on the snow the general military disposition of the Britannians, as well as their current situation.

"Let Izak give up the detour, and the "barbarian" uses a bombardment technique to destroy those sniper points. I'll take care of those tanks, and you'll get closer to me as soon as you break through the defensive line!"

"Yes!"

"Brothers, the battalion commander personally led the team, cheer me up!"

"Yes!"

The mechs in each platoon returned to their respective positions, and the shooters who were initially exposed had been buried alive in two rounds of bombardment from the "Barbarians".

"Boom !!"

At the position just now, a large crater with a diameter of about one meter was blasted out of the ground. The "Barbarian" is pretty much better because of its armor, as long as it is not hit by the diameter, it is almost undamaged.

However, several infantry were affected by the proximity bombs, and in the blink of an eye, they became unrecognizable. It looks quite intact, and the body parts of the chicken and dog are broken, and it is impossible to see who is on whom.

"Don't be stupid, get up for me. ”

Just a few minutes after everyone had just moved up and shifted positions, artillery support from Caen arrived. Jed's command mistakes and he loses the best time to raid.

The operation must continue, otherwise the feint attack on the other side will be completely in vain.

The interval of the past month has made everyone's psychological defense line too lax, once they encounter any decisive problems. It will become like this, and the original plan to save these people through the "high-achieving students" sent by the military department has completely failed.

In the end, I had to rely on myself to support myself, and I felt a sudden excessive sense of powerlessness. Since becoming this so-called chief, he has been living a very hard life, desperately suppressing his emotions every day.

Those negative emotions of hatred, anger and wanting to kill.

Under the impact of these emotions, those uncontrollable thoughts invade my brain all the time. It's just that every time things are so unsatisfactory.

Deserted, frightened, or dumb. In fact, as a company commander, a character like Jade could choose not to take the lead in the charge. He can rely on his connections to find a better position. After a bit of experience on the battlefield and an increase in your resume, you can soar.

Is it that I am stronger than them at heart? Or are they so weak that they are unbearable?

That's why I hate those aristocrats.