"This is Commander Karl Gilman, and now the city is being cleared, and there are soldiers around to help. ”

The voice in the loudspeaker is still echoing, holding a microphone in one hand and a saber in the other, wandering between the frightened emperor ** soldiers like a phantom, chopping the terrified emperor ** soldiers in front of him one after another and destroying them.

"Dada-da-da!!"

"Bell!"

The sporadic bullets were cut and blocked by the titanium alloy steel knife, and Karl, who opened Shura's blood-colored pupils like a ghost, slaughtered the emperor ** straggler teams scattered into the dark alley one after another.

After a fierce battle, most of the imperial troops have been disrupted, and most of the imperial soldiers who have penetrated into the Gallia defense line can only attack and advance in small teams or even small groups.

tore open the gap, but was stunned by the endless resistance and broke up the team.

Dozens of scattered infantry squads and groups, as well as a dozen combat vehicles, went disoriented just before the dark dawn.

Originally, they only had to continue to fight for an hour or two, and when the entire Gallia army collapsed or the follow-up troops continued to follow, they could successfully suppress the core position on the northern front of the city, but their ammunition did not allow them to fight for another hour or two, and Commander Karl Gilman did not plan to give them another hour or two.

With a horn in one hand and a saber in the other, a cold face, a black and red military uniform, and batches of emperor ** beasts that died under the blade.

Karl, who was at the forefront of the counterattack, explained what it meant to be a commander of the wind.

When the retreating Galia soldiers heard Karna's calm and magnetic voice, when they saw the commander who was uncertain about his life and death suddenly appeared in front of him and came over with hundreds of soldiers with a sharp blade in his hand to reinforce him, but when he saw that the emperor **, who was still chasing him around just now, was chopped to pieces by the commander with a saber like a pig slaughtering a dog and slaughtering a pig.

When he saw the commander who came with blood, with composure and composure on his face, and a trace of the blood of the emperor's gray animals, stepped forward one after another of the corpses of the invaders......

The look, the back, the killing, the pupils and blades dyed even redder by the bright red.

Surrounded by the aura of countless victories, he has long become the hero and symbol of victory of Landobasa - Valkyrie of Landobarca - Carl Gilman has infected every militia who has sworn to defend Lando Barça with his achievements, his strength and his actions.

What better leader could be a spontaneous resident of defending a city, a militia and a patriot fighter?

Without.

So what will the soldiers do at this time?

As Sung in the Ode to Frederick the Great.

With the blessing of storms and thunder, follow him and we will shatter the world!

"Long live Lando Barsa! Long live Gallia! Long live Commander Karl!"

I don't know who started shouting like this, and then more and more people shouted after him.

The soldiers, they followed the commander who walked at the front of the ranks, with a sharp blade covered in blood, slaughtering pigs and dogs and killing countless enemies, the commander who had been fighting with the soldiers at the most critical moment to charge on the most dangerous front line, the white slaughter who had traveled all over the barracks since the first day to ward off the cold and warm the military situation, and memorized the names of almost all the military directors, thin and powerful.

Following his back, every soldier seems to have found his own victory and his hero. The leader you have longed for or have longed for.

Follow him, there will be victory, follow him, and there will be a future. Follow him and there will be a possible victory that turns the impossible into a possibility, follow him......

"We can crush any enemy to pieces!"

..............................

"Division commander, unexpectedly, really unexpectedly, the four squadrons that broke through the defense line were half beaten back and half annihilated, our troop damage and ammunition consumption are too great, we can't go on like this!"

The deputy division commander Jean Del changed his previous cunning and unwavering appearance, and this time he changed to a somewhat frightened look.

It is not normal not to be frightened, because the losses of the troops in the city this time are more than imagined, and the attack of just one night in a row has caused the four brigades of the emperor to cross the Reims River to suffer heavy losses, plus the losses and casualties of the tank troops, the sixth division has actually lost its combat capability, and the casualties of the combatants are as high as two-thirds, and it can already be demoted from a division unit to a brigade and regiment level unit.

"How so?!Why are the Galia troops in the city so hard?!It's harder than the damn northern highlands!"

At this time, in addition to being afraid, Zhistov was puzzled, he did not understand why his troops had been defeated in a hundred battles but were repeatedly defeated by the ordinary militia of Lando Barcelona, you must know that these militia are a group of civilians who have not even received military training, there are not enough officers, there are not enough armaments, and there is no heavy equipment, but this group of militiamen actually erased the combat capability of most of their divisions in less than ten days, and their troops were forced from divisions to brigades.

Moreover, the heavy equipment has suffered serious losses, and the ammunition has been supplied.

"Division commander, will the battle in the city continue?"

The adjutant asked, somewhat uncertain

"Go on! Of course go on! Even if you try your best, you want to take this damn city! I'm going to take him down before tonight comes! Damn! Damn! Telegraph to the 4th Division, begging them to cover it again, and hit it anywhere, as long as they can get rid of the damn Galia bugs!"

At this time, Zhistov used all the tricks for victory and survival

"Report to the division commander, the 4th Division has called to say that they have run out of shells and can no longer provide any more fire support. ”

"What did you say?!"

Before the operator could finish speaking, Zhistov kicked the female operator down with a fierce kick and then picked up the bench and frantically smashed it into his head.

"If you want to generate electricity, you will generate electricity! What do you mean?!I am the commander of the division, what are you, you!"

While scolding, Zhistov threw the delicate face of the female newspaper operator under her long blond hair.

The operator was knocked unconscious at the first blow, but Zhistov did not let her go, and the metal bench smashed on the operator's head again and again, and soon white and red liquid spilled all over the floor of the command room.

"This is what will happen if you don't obey my orders! So listen to me! Order all combatants under the division and regimental headquarters to assemble in the city, and be sure to take the city before tonight! Those who violate the order will be shot!"

"Yes!"

Although they cater to each other, they don't think so in their hearts

Looking at Zhistov's hysterical appearance, the officers around him unconsciously began to distance themselves from him.

At this time, one of the officers in the command headquarters counted one by one, and Zhistov, who knew that he could not complete the task, was almost finished tomorrow.

A butcher whose political life and life are about to end, there is no need to tie himself to death, from this moment on, the officers in the division headquarters began to think about not how to take Lando Barcelona, but how to save themselves before the last moment tomorrow.

Although no one said it, they even Zhistov himself almost understood at this time - Lando Barcelona, I'm afraid he can't take it.

"Communicator, pick me up the captain of the Balzac Wing of the Third Wing. ”

Taking advantage of Zhistov's absence, the commander of the deputy division of Jean Del suddenly regained his composure and whispered to another operator

"Let him contact the other wing commanders who are on the front line in the afternoon and ask him to come over for a meeting in the afternoon. ”

"But...... The deputy division commander, the division commander did not ......"

At this time, the surviving operator had not yet recovered anything from the tragedy of his colleague being beaten to death, and asked in a trembling voice

"Shhhh ”

But Jeander first nervously glanced at the division commander's lounge next to the receiving and receiving room, saw that Zhistov, who had returned to the house, did not move, and then changed to a rare stern expression.

"If you don't want to end up in the same situation as your friends, do as I say. And also...... Send this message to the 4th Division. ”

"This ...... This is?!"

Jean Del took a note from his pocket and handed it to the dispatcher, along with a golden gold bar in the dispatcher's pocket.

"What is written above is the capital that allows us to survive, and we buy a way to live from the Fourth Division, 'buy road money' and work hard, and wait until this matter is over......

As he spoke, Jean Del smiled again with the characteristic smile of a profiteer

"I will not treat you badly. ”