"Whew..."

The wind poured out wildly from the first line of the sky, blowing smoke and dust outside the valley mouth.

Lao Xu held the binoculars in his hand, looking at the position of corpses everywhere in front of the sky, and his lips were biting out blood.

Since the arrival of Western coalition reinforcements yesterday, the fighting has not stopped.

Even in the dark of night, the other party launched attacks and sneak attacks again and again.

And just this morning, the Western coalition sent another batch of reinforcements, at least seven or eight thousand.

When these reinforcements arrived, they replaced the light cavalry units that had been attacking all night and continued their ferocious attack.

The counterattack of the Ming army on the position, from the fierce at the beginning, to the sparse pull-in in the middle, in the round of attack just now, even remembered a few gunshots and grenade explosions.

The position was as quiet as death, and Lao Xu didn't know if anyone was still alive.

He just sent a signal soldier to ask Li Zhen if he wanted support, but Li Zhen refused.

In the words of Li Zhen.

You are the last line of defense, even if we are all dead, we can't take a single step out of the sky.

So he could only watch as one of his comrades-in-arms fell under the enemy's bayonets and rifles.

"Deputy battalion deputy battalion, good news, there was a signal coming in just now, saying that it was the flight transport team, saying that the support for us had arrived, and let us make a mark, so that they could deliver the goods."

Just when Lao Xu was thinking about whether to send a few people up to have a look, the correspondent who was waiting next to the radio station ran over excitedly.

"Damn, they still know to come!"

The imaginary excitement did not appear, Lao Xu was still holding the binoculars, looking at the position in front and the Western alliance on the opposite side that was organizing troops again and preparing to attack.

Lao Xu didn't speak, but the captain next to him couldn't help it and scolded directly.

The communications soldier shrunk his neck, ignored the squad leader, and looked at Lao Xu.

"There is that strength for Lao Tzu to hold, and it is not easy for them to go to the top of the mountain to make signs, release smoke bombs, and transport ammunition supplies as quickly as possible."

After speaking, Lao Xu handed the telescope to the other squad leader next to him.

Then while checking his submachine gun, he said: "Send me ten people, there is more difficult fighting behind, and the position in front cannot be lost." ”

"I'll take someone to the top first, and the supplies will come later, if there is long-range firepower, you will carry out long-range support, and by the way, send a few more people to transport the ammunition over."

"Deputy battalion, I'll go, you are guarding here."

Seeing that Lao Xu was going up in person, the team leader hurriedly stretched out his hand and grabbed him, and asked him to lead the team to set off.

"It's an order!"

Lao Xu opened his hand and casually ordered ten people to touch the frontline position.

Along the way, Lao Xu and his subordinates kept turning over the corpses.

Everyone will shout and slap a few times to see if they are unconscious or really gone.

It's a pity that every corpse is cold, and some are even stiff.

Looking at these soldiers who were all fighting before they died, Lao Xu's eyes were a little moist.

These are all soldiers he has brought for several years, and he can call out the name of each one, and he sat together to eat and talk a few days ago.

The little soldier in front of him, who didn't have half of his head, was only 19 years old this year.

He vaguely remembered that in the conversation a few days ago, this little guy still said shyly that his family had already told him a family, and he would go back to marry after this war.

Looking at the remaining soldier with round eyes, Lao Xu helped the other party close his eyes with trembling hands, reached out and pulled off the opponent's identity card vigorously, and carefully stuffed it into the shoulder bag beside him.

"Deputy battalion, the battalion commander is here!"

A low-pitched shout sounded, and Lao Xu hurriedly looked at it for a while, and saw a soldier, pushing away the corpses of several Western Alliance soldiers, and pulling out a person covered in blood.

Staggered over, Lao Xu hugged Li Zhen, whose face was already stained with blood, and slapped the other party's face hard.

"Lao Li, Lao Li, wake up, wake up......, wake up,

With his slapping, Li Zhen, who fell into a coma, slowly opened his eyes and coughed a few times.

"Water..."

He first looked at the few people around him blankly, grinned, and pointed to the kettle on Lao Xu's waist.

"Drink slowly, drink slowly..."

As soon as the kettle was opened, Li Zhen grabbed it and poured it violently.

Lao Xu was afraid that the other party would choke, so he slapped Li Zhen's back while persuading.

"How many are still alive?"

Li Zhen, who drank some water and regained his spirits, sat up slowly and asked Lao Xu hoarsely.

Lao Xu and the soldiers he brought with him fell silent.

Seeing this, Li Zhen looked at the corpses all over the place, sighed and waved his hand.

"Horse leather shroud, this is our fate, brothers can die on the battlefield, it is the greatest glory."

As he spoke, he helped Lao Xu to stand up, climbed to the side of the trench, picked up the telescope that had broken a cylinder and looked into the distance.

"Go collect ammunition, the enemy is going to attack."

As soon as the telescope was raised, Li Zhen saw thousands of Western Alliance soldiers, holding guns and slowly approaching the position in a straggler line.

Lao Xu and the ten soldiers responded, leaving some of the ammunition they were carrying to Li Zhen, and then scattered, preparing to resist another attack by the enemy.

However, before the battle began, a sudden roar sounded in the distant sky.

When the two parties heard the sound, they looked up and saw three black dots, slowly approaching from a distance.

"Damn, it's the enemy's air demon!"

The officers of the Western Alliance, who were organizing the attack, saw the black dots flying in the distance, and their faces suddenly changed, and they immediately ordered the troops to retreat.

And Li Zhen and the others, who were preparing to fight to the death in the trenches, had happy smiles on their faces.

Although they complained a little in their hearts that these guys were late, when these guys came, their hearts were suddenly relaxed.

"Hidden, all hidden..."

Joan of Arc, who was commanding in the rear, sighed helplessly in his heart and ordered the troops to hide immediately.

"Boat 3 and Boat 2, you continue to move towards the first line of sky direction marking, and the little mice below are handed over to us."

In the No. 1 boat, the captain of the squad that led the team this time put down the binoculars in his hand and let the two cargo carriers move on.

After the two boats had replied, Captain 1 turned to his brothers and shouted, "Lower your altitude and say hello to these little mice." ”

"Roger, understood!"

The members of the airship chuckled and rushed to their respective posts, ready for battle.

The pilot began to lower the flight altitude, and the attacker came to the position of the machine gun, pulled the machine gun safe, and aimed at the Western Union soldiers below, who were frantically running towards the hiding place.

"Height 800 meters, height 700 meters, height 600 meters, height 500 meters ......"

As the airship descended, the observer next to him kept reporting the altitude.

When the distance reached 400 meters, I only heard him shout.

"Attack altitude has been reached, ready to attack."

Captain No. 1, who received the notice, didn't even let go of his hand holding the binoculars, and shouted: "Fire!" ”

"Da Da Da..."

The six machine guns mounted on the airship opened fire directly at the Western Alliance soldiers who were frantically fleeing below.

The Ming Dynasty's airship legion has a total of three types of airships.

They are the transport of people, the transport of goods, and attack boats such as Boat 1.

Of the first two, there were only two self-defense machine guns on the airship.

And attack boats like Boat 1 are different.

All of them were armed with a total of six machine guns, one in the front, one in the back, two on the left, and two on the right.

And underneath, bombs of various models are mounted.

In fact, at the beginning, the artisan battalion wanted to install artillery on it.

But I tried several times, but the effect was not ideal, and I had to give up in the end.

However, it was suggested that if heavy boats were built, it would be absolutely fine to install artillery.

But this question was rejected.

The reason is that if you build a heavy airship, you can build 2~3 light airships.

Moreover, there are only 1~3 guns mounted on airships, and they cannot be large-caliber guns.

Such a firepower configuration will not bring much help to the ground at all.

After all, in their minds, if even thousands or even tens of thousands of heavy artillery pieces on the ground can't handle it, those few guns on the airship probably won't work.

Although Zhu Zhangui disagreed with this question, considering that Daming's current attack power was saturated, and the cost of heavy airships was so high, there was really no need to produce this thing alone.

Therefore, at present, the attack boats of the Ming Dynasty only have two functions: high-altitude bombing and heavy machine gun attack.

But even so, against the forces of the current world, such an attack power is enough.

With the six machine guns firing, the Western Alliance soldiers who were frantically fleeing on the ground were beaten with no way to go from heaven to earth.

Left and right attacks can be blocked with the help of stones and cover, but with this kind of attack from above, they don't even have a place to hide.

Even if there are one or two places that can be blocked, how many people can be hidden.

In this way, the gang was chased by airships all the way and fled to the distant forest to get out of danger.

Joan of Arc, who retreated to the forest all the way to the wolf, looked at the airship hovering in the air and did not plan to leave, and angrily slammed the trunk of the tree beside him.

She knew that the best time to attack had been missed.

There is no chance of getting it back.

"Inform Commander Omurad that my plan to recapture the first line of heaven has failed, and tell them not to move closer to this side and move elsewhere."

Joan of Arc, who had already decided to give up, asked a soldier next to him to report the news to Omurad, and asked him to choose to bypass Wangxiong Mountain from somewhere else.

However, before the soldier could leave, a herald in the distance galloped over on horseback.

"General Joan of Arc, Commander Omurad, there is an urgent letter!"

Before the horses could stop, the herald jumped down and handed Joan of Arc a letter.

Joan of Arc hurriedly took it, opened the letter, and read it at a glance.

The more she looked at her, the more solemn her face became, and when she finished reading the last paragraph, her eyes suddenly went dark.

"It's over, the main army is going to be finished."

This was the first thought in her mind after reading the letter.

Omurad said in the letter.

Just this morning, the two troops of the Ming Dynasty blocked the roads left and right of the main army of the alliance.

What's more, the main army of the Ming army, which can also catch up, is less than fifty miles away from the main force of the alliance.

Now the front is blocked, the left and right sides are blocked, and there are pursuers chasing behind.

Now they have no way out of life except for the direction of the sky.

Folding the letter and putting it in his arms, Joan of Arc looked at the sky in the distance, stared at the airship in the air, gritted his silver teeth and ordered the troops to continue the attack.

Although the soldiers were a little dissatisfied with this, they did not dare to disobey Joan of Arc's order, so they could only resist the attack of the airship and continue to attack.

It's a pity that until the arrival of the main army of the Western Alliance, they still did not take the position in front of the sky.

On the tenth day of the sixth month of the fourth year of Yongxing, this day is destined to go down in the history of future generations and change the world situation one day.

In the middle of the night after the Western Alliance arrived at the first line on the ninth day, the troops of the Ming army on three fronts surrounded it to death.

Before dawn, the Western coalition organized several breakouts and storms on the front line, all of which ended in failure.

After a day's rest, the moment when the sun just jumped out of the horizon on the tenth day of the first month, the main army of the Ming army, which was assembled on standby, began a ferocious artillery bombardment.

At three o'clock in the morning, the flying regiment and the airship troops that had completed the transition carried out another round of bombardment.

At noon, with the order of the commander-in-chief Jiang Huai, the legionnaires in charge of the attack let out an earth-shattering cry and launched a fierce charge against the Western Alliance, which was stunned by the shells.

"Boom boom boom..."

Listening to the deafening explosion coming from outside, and the earth-shattering killing cry, there was silence in the temporary command room of the Western Alliance.

Omula looked at the map silently, not saying a word. Joan of Arc hugged her injured arm and sat on a stake with her eyes closed.

The other officers also lowered their heads, not knowing what they were thinking.

"Report to Your Excellency Commander, the Legion of the Kingdom of Hungary reports that they have been subjected to a fierce attack by the enemy, and are currently suffering heavy casualties, request for reinforcements!"

"Your Excellency Commander, the Spanish Legion reports that they have not much ammunition left, and I hope to send it over as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult for them to withstand the attack of the Ming Legion!"

"Your Excellency, the Ottoman Legion reports that their commander has been killed, and requests that officers be sent to continue commanding the battle."

One bad news after another came in, making the atmosphere in the command room even more depressing.

"Your Excellency, it's time to make a decision!"

In the end, Joan of Arc, who was still unwilling to let so many soldiers give up their lives in vain, opened his mouth.

In an instant, everyone in the command room looked at Omurad.

Although many people were not satisfied with Omurad, they still chose to follow the orders of the other party when life and death were at stake.

The silent Omurad raised his head, looked at the officers with expectant eyes, sighed silently, stood up, and said to everyone: "Generals, I believe you have seen the result, I really want to take you to continue to victory, but reality and Daming do not give us this opportunity." ”

"Now we have run out of ammunition and food, and we are surrounded by layers of enemies."

"As for whether there are reinforcements or not, I believe you know better than me."

"The war for nearly half a year has caused us a lot of losses in the entire West, even if we are lucky enough to break through this time, then what about next time!"

Omurad's rhetorical question made many generals bow their heads.

"We've done our best, and now we're going to think about ourselves."

"As a commander and a king, I will not surrender to the enemy, and surrender will only disgrace my country and my reputation."

"It's up to you to decide what you want to do next."

With that, Omurad sat down and ignored the others.

The generals looked at each other, they didn't expect that at this time, Omurad would actually pick a son.

But fortunately, the other party also said something to let everyone decide for themselves at the end.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Omurad, but you may not be able to do so."

Just when everyone was thinking about whether to surrender or fight to the death, a bearded general who was beside Omurad suddenly pulled out his pistol and aimed it at Omurad's head.

The atmosphere froze instantly.

(End of chapter)