"Report, Pioneer 3rd Battalion Emergency!"

Buda Provisional Command.

When Jiang Huai was discussing the next battle plan with many staff officers, a communications soldier hurriedly ran in and handed over a telegram to Jiang Huai.

Jiang Huai stretched out his hand to take it and read it as quickly as possible.

The surrounding staff officers also stopped discussing and looked at Jianghuai one after another.

What orders the three pioneer battalions carried out, everyone present knew in their hearts.

The next battle plan they made was planned because the third vanguard battalion could complete the task.

Although they also made follow-up preparations, there were still 200 miles away from the nearest pioneer battalion of the third pioneer battalion, and they could not support it in a short period of time.

Once the 3rd Vanguard Battalion fails, then the enemy will be on increased alert, and it will be difficult for the troops behind to occupy the first line.

"Good!"

Under everyone's nervous gaze, Jiang Huai shouted in surprise.

"Did they get the job done?"

Zhu Gao hurriedly asked.

Jiang Huai nodded and handed the telegram in his hand to the other party, while ordering to the other staff officers.

"Send a telegram to the 18th and 21st Mechanized Infantry Corps, ordering them to rush to the combat position as quickly as possible."

"Tell Jiang Daniu and Tian Yu that Lao Tzu has only one order, to surround them to death for Lao Tzu, if the main force of the Western Alliance escapes, Lao Tzu will not only take their positions, but also shoot them."

"Yes!"

Hearing Jiang Huai's order, everyone's hearts were shocked, and they understood that it was possible that the last decisive battle was about to begin.

"Haha, it's really a tiger father without a dog, Li Zhen, this kid didn't embarrass his father."

After Jiang Huai gave the order, Zhu Gaosui also finished reading the telegram.

The 3rd Pioneer Battalion completed its mission as scheduled, and although nearly 100 people were killed in the process, the sacrifice was worth it.

Jiang Huai smiled and nodded, he was also happy for this eldest nephew.

"They suffered a lot of casualties, half of their ammunition was lost, and the weather was good today, so notify the airship corps and transport ammunition and heavy weapons to them at all costs."

"Before the main force arrives, they have to face the enemy's frantic attack, and they are under a lot of pressure due to the lack of ammunition and heavy weapons, so we have to replenish them as soon as possible."

Zhu Gaosui nodded approvingly, and added by the way.

"The airship can transport some troops, send some reinforcements to them, even if there is one more soldier, their pressure can be reduced a little."

"Although Chief Officer Li said that being a soldier can't escape the fate of the horse leather shroud, we can't really let his son die here."

"Although he won't say anything, we can't help it."

"That's right, you can give as much support as you can."

After a brief discussion, the commanders-in-chief of the two fronts gave an order to the airship troops to transport weapons and ammunition to support the third vanguard battalion.

At the same time, he also issued an order to the flying corps, so that they must complete the combat preparations within two days with the fastest transition.

Soon, the main army of the Ming Dynasty stationed in Buda moved quickly and assembled in the direction of the first line of sky in Wangxiong Mountain.

The actions of the Ming army naturally can't hide from others.

The Western Alliance spies who stayed in the city reported the news as soon as possible.

The news they reported arrived almost at the same time as the news reported by the troops guarding the front line of the sky.

Looking at the two letters in front of him, Omurad's eyes were a little glazed.

He didn't expect that Vins, whom he valued so much, turned out to be a silver-like wax spearhead.

Originally, he thought that with the other party's weapons and equipment, as well as the special shape of the location.

Not to mention the Ming army with a small force, even if thousands or even tens of thousands of people attack, don't want to take a line of heaven in a short time.

However, as a result, he thought too much.

Wen Sikong has a stomach full of knowledge and ideas, but he has no practical experience.

Perhaps in the future, Vins, who has gone through countless war magic, may become a famous general.

However, at this time, in Omurad's opinion, let alone leading troops alone, being a centurion may not be qualified.

Although I wanted to pull that guy from Wens over and hack him to death directly, time didn't allow it.

He is making the opponent retreat in an unstoppable situation.

But I didn't say that he would retreat with a casual fight.

What he meant by that was that he would retreat in the face of the Ming army's strong firepower and the danger of annihilation.

According to the information he received, the small force of the Ming Dynasty attacking the first line of heaven was about 500 people.

And it doesn't seem to be carrying any heavy equipment yet.

The difference in numbers between the two sides is several times greater, and the side with the largest number of people still occupies favorable terrain.

He couldn't figure out how the other party had lost with so many advantages, and retreated in such an embarrassing way.

But it's not the time to think about these things.

The road in front was blocked, and the Ming troops pursuing behind had already begun to arrange an encirclement.

If you don't jump out of the encirclement of the Ming Dynasty in a short time, then the main army of the Western Alliance will face only two fates, either surrender or perish.

The main force of the Western Alliance here now is formed by the elite armies of various countries, all of whom are veterans of many years of war.

As for the rookies who were forcibly recruited, they were almost dead as early as the first round of fighting.

If this army is completely wiped out under his command, then there will be no army in the entire West that can stop the advance of the main army of the Ming Dynasty.

So he can't be surrounded, let alone lose.

Thinking of this, Omurad stood up and hurriedly said to Joan of Arc next to him: "Immediately inform the troops to abandon unnecessary equipment and attack the first line of Wangxiong Mountain as quickly as possible." ”

Omurad didn't think about running from anywhere else for the time being.

The terrain of the first line of heaven was too important, and it was related to one of his major plans next, which was a bit risky, but he wanted to gamble.

If everything goes according to his plan, the main army of the Ming Dynasty, which is on a rampage all the way, will not be hit hard, but it will also be bleeding.

Omurad is a man who doesn't give up easily, and he thinks the plan he made is very good, although it deviates from the original plan.

But he had more than 100,000 troops, and only a few hundred people were on the front line.

He didn't believe that these hundreds of men could hold off the attack of his army of more than 100,000 troops.

As long as these people are defeated and the first line of heaven is reoccupied, then his plan will be able to continue to be carried out.

Joan of Arc, who was also looking at the letter next to her, naturally understood the other party's thoughts.

"I'll take a team over first, and the main army will be handed over to you, remember, you must not be caught up by the main army of the Ming Dynasty, if I fail, you will take the main army to bypass the first line of sky."

"The main army is the hope of the alliance and the hope of the West as a whole."

"I don't know what plans you have in mind, but I still want you to think about the West as a whole."

Omula glanced at her when he heard this, and nodded heavily under the other party's determined gaze.

Joan of Arc was very fast, and he drew out the cavalry in the ranks, gathered more than 5,000 people, and pulled some artillery to catch up with the sky.

The main force of the Western Alliance is more than 100 miles away from the first line of heaven.

In order to grab the next line of heaven, Joan of Arc didn't care about horsepower, and rushed desperately all the way, and arrived at the place in more than three hours.

"It's coming!"

Li Zhen, who was leading people to repair the defense line left by the Ottoman Empire, looked in the direction of smoke and dust in the distance.

"Beep beep ......"

The whistle of the reminder sounded throughout the defensive line.

The soldiers, who were on guard, repairing the defensive line, or resting, did not care about physical and mental exhaustion, hurriedly got up and took their weapons, and rushed to their respective defensive positions.

Lao Xu, who was injured, also came to the front, and noticed that Li Zhen was observing the situation and thinking about problems, so he didn't bother and waited quietly on the side.

Li Zhen looked at the Western Alliance soldiers who dismounted in the distance and sorted out the formation, and a trace of worry flashed between his eyebrows.

He counted in the morning that only more than 320 of his men could fight, and the rest were either dead or wounded and unable to move.

In terms of personnel, it is only one of them, and the most worrying thing for him is the ammunition problem.

They have been away from the main army for some time and have some fighting on weekdays.

Combined with the consumption in the early hours of this morning, the battalion has less than 1/3 of the ammunition left.

This is still a rifleman.

An officer like him was armed with a submachine gun, and only one or two magazines remained of ammunition in his hand.

If it's a skirmish, the remaining reserves are still fine.

But looking at the Western Alliance soldiers on the opposite side, who were more than ten times more numerous than them, Li Zhen estimated that the ammunition in his hand would be good if he could withstand two rounds.

"Has the telegram for additional information been sent?"

Retracting the observation binocular, Li Zhen asked Lao Xu next to him.

"It has been sent out, and the headquarters said that it will send ammunition and heavy weapons as quickly as possible to give us sufficient logistical preparations."

"Did you say when it would arrive?"

Lao Xu shook his head.

"I didn't say this, but it just said that in the past two days, due to heavy rain and hail, the airship corps has had a lot of problems, and it is currently being repaired."

"And add to that our distance, and the time wasted on the transport of airship troops."

"I guess it's good to be delivered tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow!"

Li Zhen bit his lip, thought for a while, and then said to Lao Xu: "Leave it to me in front of the first line, and you will guard it later." ”

"No matter what, even if our battalion is all gone, we must complete the orders given by the headquarters."

Looking at his unconscious right hand, Lao Xu was not reckless, nodded and led two squads of soldiers to the front line of the rear of the sky to guard against the Western Alliance reinforcements coming from Vienna.

"Don't forget to arrange people on the top of the mountain, this is how we got in, it is clear to estimate the enemy, be careful that they also give us this set."

Lao Xu, who was about to walk away, waved his hand, indicating that he was relieved.

"Woooooo

As soon as Li Zhen finished discussing with Lao Xu, the horn of attack sounded among the Western Alliance soldiers outside the front.

As the horn sounded, Li Zhen saw the Western Alliance soldiers lined up in the distance, holding rifles in a straggler formation, slowly approaching the position.

At the same time, the artillery that had been placed also began to bombard the front desperately.

"Stabilize Lao Tzu, don't shoot without my order, pay attention to saving bullets, our support won't arrive until at least tomorrow morning."

"If the fight is over, we'll have to fight each other with bayonets."

While running in the trenches, Li Zhen kept patting the shoulders of the soldiers who were ready to give them, explaining the orders he had given.

"Stomp, stomp..."

After instructing his brothers, Li Zhen came to the most prominent position of the front, took out a small box from his body with a slight trembling hand, took out a handmade cigarette and put it in his mouth, and lit it with the help of the fire next to him.

"Whew!"

The green smoke was scattered by the wind, and Li Zhen's eyes were staring straight at it, and the thousands of Western Alliance soldiers who were getting closer and closer slowly touched the two grenades placed in front of him.

Although Daming now has a melon grenade.

Soldiers who are accustomed to using this kind of wooden-handled grenade will also choose this long-handled type when receiving grenades.

Because the long-handled grenade not only allows them to throw farther, but it is also very convenient to load.

In your arms, on your belt, whatever you want in your boots.

And melon grenades are not good.

The melon grenade is relatively heavy, and because of its size, many soldiers can't throw it far.

The power of the grenade explosion is very large, and if you throw it not far away, you may be killed by the grenade you throw.

300 m, 200 m, 150 m......

The soldiers of the Western Alliance, who were advancing in a skirmish manner, soon approached a distance of 50 meters.

"Whew!"

Pinching the already hot eyes and buttocks, Li Zhen finally took another hard puff, and then flicked the cigarette butt aside.

Quickly unscrewed the lid on the back of the grenade, pulled out the lead that was hanging from the mud ball inside, and quietly watched the Western Alliance soldiers getting closer and closer.

The distance between the two was so close that even many soldiers could see each other's faces clearly.

30 meters...

When the soldiers of the Western Alliance stepped into this distance, Li Zhen let out a low roar.

"Let's go!"

The Ming soldiers who were defending in other positions took out a grenade one after another and threw it at the enemy who was getting closer and closer on the opposite side.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The explosion shattered the silence of the sky.

After throwing the grenade, Li Zhen picked up the captured Western Alliance second-generation rifle and skillfully loaded and aimed at shooting.

The main reason why he used this weapon of the enemy was to save a lot.

And the submachine gun is very lethal at close range, and he plans to wait for the enemy to get closer, or when he is about to lose his hand.

Fierce fighting began in an instant.

The soldiers brought by Joan of Arc were not the nominally elite troops guarding the front line, but were actually straw bales.

Most of these armies of light cavalry were to cruise around the main force, often engaging the Ming rangers.

After fighting for a long time, they have a firm will and experience in dealing with the Ming army.

The straggler formation they formed was learned from the Ming Dynasty.

In the face of the crazy firepower on the opposite side, no one of them flinched, and one by one they held the second-generation rifles specially borrowed from other units, and launched a crazy attack on the third Ming vanguard on the defensive front, and also looked for an opportunity to return fire on the opposite side.

The battle lasted for half an hour, and finally retreated with heavy casualties among the Western Coalition soldiers.

I have to say that war can really sharpen people.

In the early days, in the face of the Ming Dynasty, the Western Alliance Legion, which did not even have the ability to resist, could already hold out for a period of time under the crazy firepower of the Ming Dynasty, and it could also bring some casualties to the Ming Dynasty.

In this battle, less than 400 of the 1,000 soldiers who attacked the Western coalition returned, and all the rest were confessed to the front of the front.

On the Ming side, more than a dozen of the 130 soldiers on the first line of defense were killed.

The casualties were still secondary, and what really worried Li Zhen was that this round of fighting made them directly anxious with the little ammunition they already had.

If they can't be replenished in a short time, then they can only fight each other with bayonets.

Looking at the few bullets left in their hands, the soldiers showed a sad look on their faces, and kept looking in the direction of Buda, hoping that the airship that the battalion commander said would arrive to transport ammunition.

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It's a pity that until the next battle starts, there is not even a shadow of the airship they are looking forward to.