The artillery positions began to roar, and their own counterattack began.

The first baptism was carried out by the mortar positions opposite, and after a round of high-explosive grenades washing the ground, the mortar units of two platoons were completely wiped out.

Amid the roar of artillery fire, their own fighters jumped out of the trenches and launched a counter-assault operation against the assault troops on the opposite side, and the soldiers of the two camps kept in contact with each other in an area of six square kilometers, fired at each other, and then retreated, and the cycle repeatedly.

This time, no less than 300 soldiers were dispatched from the opposite side, and in just one round of fighting, with the coordination of tactical missiles, drones and tanks, several underground pillboxes arranged on the front line in Zavrol were uprooted, as well as a two-kilometer-long trench tunnel.

It's a pity that the follow-up was weak, and it was not able to stabilize the results of the battle at the first time, and after Zavrol reacted to fight a positional battle, the opposite side had to retreat in a hurry.

The sky was white.

The Rescue Society soldiers retreated in panic, their chariots dragging long strips of black smoke to the end of the horizon, and the soldiers were mostly disorganized.

Major Hornason did not give the order to pursue, but had his soldiers begin to sweep the battlefield, patrolling the scorched earth and the collapsed houses and streets, carrying out the corpses that had been cut off or unrecognizable, or burned out, and placed them in a clearing.

There were more than a hundred corpses, densely packed in the open space, there were not enough body bags, and many corpse pieces were wrapped in sheets.

Trucks are parked on the side of the road, and several able-bodied soldiers are carrying the counted corpses and placing them in the wagons in turn, and the soldiers who died in battle are transported to the Carterit headquarters, where they are registered and buried in the designated cemetery, for which their families receive a meager pension.

Major Hornason grimaced the walkways of the camp in silence, with the head of Zavrol carefully following behind him.

The small group of four lost nearly 80 people, and Zavrol lost 40 people, and the dead were all veterans from previous battles, and the losses were not insignificant.

The casualties caused by the enemy's first three tactical missile strikes were very heavy, and the casualties in the follow-up positional battles were not many, and the opponent's enough tactical drones were also an important factor in expanding the casualties.

"We don't have the means to deal with air strikes," Pat said wistfully, looking at the busy fighters below.

"Tactical missiles are targeted to kill, and combat vehicles and infantry are rushing to break through. The classic tactics of clichés, and the fight against the opposite side is also decent. Jonathan rubbed his facial muscles vigorously and replied dejectedly.

"Dig a hole, there's no better way to deal with it." Pat spread his hands.

"The order goes down, and from now on, everyone, if it is not necessary, eats and drinks Lazar in the tunnel, and whoever leaves his post without a warrant will be dealt with in accordance with military regulations." Jonathan called in the staff officers to give orders.

"Yes," the staff officer saluted and began to assign tasks.

"What about the artillery position? Transfer or don't want it. Tong Yao asked.

"In one round of shooting, our coordinates will definitely be exposed, and in the next attack, the opposite side will definitely knock out our artillery positions first, and there are not many places with sufficient vision, open terrain and commanding heights."

"Without artillery, it will be difficult for us to cope with the shelling and armored combat vehicles from the opposite side." Pat scratched his already small hair with a headache.

"Report the situation here to the headquarters, the artillery position will be withdrawn first, and the shells and artillery pipes will be moved into the underground warehouse for storage." Jonathan said, knocking on the board.

"It was a bit naïve to think that I would be able to defend for a week. I said Lao Huo, is it too late to quit now? I kind of regret it. Pat slammed the cigarette butt to the ground and crushed it with his toes.

Hornason touched his jacket pocket, as a commander, he had already started to quit cigarettes a long time ago, in special operations, the smell of smoke is easy to expose the target, and after injecting the nano machine, the refreshing effect of the cigarette is also automatically banned by the nano built-in filter system, smoking is no different from smoking leaves, which is why he gave up smoking. But at the moment, he was impatient to smoke something.

A cigar was handed to him.

"That's the only one, let's smoke it." Rako shrugged his shoulders.

He bit the cigar head off viciously with his teeth, stretched out a finger, a wisp of fire sprang up from his fingertips, and soon lit the cigarette butt, he bit down hard, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled the smoke.

"I have a plan." Jonathan's eyes were a little red, which was a sign of inner agitation.

"You want to make this the maginot of the East?" Pat could see at a glance what was going on in the other's mind.

"Yes, the artillery is arranged in the bunker in the form of an angle, Zavrol is in front of the plain, on both sides are steep slopes and mountains, the machine guns are mounted on the mountains to form a firepower interweaving network, a large area of tunnels are dug in the plain, and the interspersed with a network of criss-crossing tunnels hinders the penetration of the opponent's armored troops, we disperse the soldiers in a squad, each tunnel, every corner is arranged with a firepower point, I let them gnaw to see if they have good teeth, or if we are hard enough." Jonathan shook his fist hard.

"We can send several squads to infiltrate and retreat with a single shot, so that we can also provide enough trouble when the opposite side attacks." Tong Yao interjected, "I can lead the team." ”

"Well, the problem of missiles, armored vehicles and infantry streams is solved, but what about drones?" Paz raised his head and said.

The crowd fell silent.

"What sound?" Paz subconsciously looked up, his nanomodule was a wide-area reconnaissance type, so he noticed the anomaly before everyone present.

Two MiG-21s pierced the clouds in the sky and circled low altitude.

With four murderous air-to-surface missiles mounted under the wings, .50 caliber cannons cocked in anger, the MiG-21 swooped down towards Zavrol.

"it!" Paz gritted his teeth, "Damn, how are you going to fight this battle, Clock Tower, I'll fuck your uncle." ”

"Lie down, lie down." Hornason shouted at the soldiers in the distance.

In the clearing, the person carrying the corpse stopped in a daze, and someone put his hand to his ear, twisted his eyebrows and asked, "What?" ”

A string of .50 caliber bullets smashed the truck into a fireball, killing the driver and porter instantly, and the blast sent into the air. Soldiers fled across the hills, fighter jets fell to the ground one by one, and camps and towns were set on fire by 250-pound bombs.

The MiG-21 lingered for three minutes before leaving, leaving behind a body of corpses, two planes armed with .50 machine guns and rocket nests, and 250 pounds of conventional bombs. In the absence of effective anti-aircraft weapons, it is simply a knife to kill the chicken.

Hornason's two eyes can drip blood, and as far as the eye can see, they are all his own soldiers who have been beaten in two, and they are all good soldiers he brought out one by one, and his heart is dripping blood. Paz and Reko were in the tunnel, crying without tears, his command tent was hit by a missile, and the seven combat staff officers inside were gone, a large number of communications equipment and topographic drawings were gone, and nothing was gone.

War is cruel, and there is not even much time left for them to grieve and resent.

Air strikes can come at any time, as does a ground offensive.

There's no time to waste under the pain of boredom, all you can do at this moment is dig a tunnel, bury yourself completely, and wait for the enemy to approach, baring its sharp fangs.

A part of the men continued to collect the bodies of the war dead, and the rest began to hold shovels and pickaxes, racing against time to strengthen the defense line and dig tunnels.

Tong Yao led a part of the people to occupy the commanding heights nearby, set up a simple early warning system, and spread in the direction of the camp of the rescue club. The sooner you detect a danger, the sooner you can prevent it.

Step by step, everyone prepared for the coming war, and then, the war really came.

The first round of long-range artillery strikes was the first to cover it.

Sure enough, the first round of hits on the opposite side was their artillery position.

On the ground, an overwhelming crowd of infantry swarmed up, outnumbering more than last night, and it seemed that their reinforcements had arrived.

Inside the tunnel, Jonathan's face turned pale, he reached out and pulled an automatic rifle, pulled down the bolt fiercely, and yelled, "Hit me!" ”

........

The mountain road in the forest is lonely.

On the winding road, a ray of red light pierced the night, at a speed far exceeding 160 per hour, like a red lightning, quickly interspersed, the front wheel stepped on the edge of the guardrail, and quickly turned through the L-shaped bend without slowing down.

At 12 o'clock in the evening, there are no cars on this secluded mountain road, and it is a favorite area for rioters.

The roar was deafening.

The girl with a hot body was wearing shorts and a bandeau and a white beret, and a stopwatch card in her hand, 1 minute and 29 seconds, she was excited, waving her hands and shouting.

At the turn of Changchangshan Road at the end of the field of vision, half a minute after the red lightning left, more than a dozen motorcycles were late. Drivers wear brightly coloured professional racing suits and fully enclosed helmets, and race in a wide range of vehicles, from off-road cars to road cars and Harley-Davidson motorcycles, with displacements ranging from 125 to 1800, with the largest displacements even larger than the average sedan.

However, this time the mountain road is too rugged, and there is a cliff outside, and people fall out, so they basically don't have to think about being able to live.

Riders mostly come out of hobbies, not out of the game. So no one is crazy enough to pile up the speed per hour, although they run fast compared to the usual, but when cornering, they will still subconsciously slow down, and if they have good skills, they may play a technical job such as bending, and put the car down and drift over.

But there are no people who drive directly through the bend at full speed like the car in front, and there are no drain bends or the like. There is a question mark on everyone's head, how did he get through?

It was a sassy Kawasaki 400. He is often seen racing in the middle of the night, but few people have seen his true face, and those who play this line of work are accustomed to calling him the red midnight ghost.

The trees are luxuriant, the reflections cast on the road are strange, and the wind blows the leaves rustling. More than a dozen motorcycles gradually slowed down, and the drivers did their best, not even seeing what the other party's tail lights looked like, and they were embarrassed.

Most of them were the children of wealthy families who ran this line all year round and established a club that called themselves the 418 road racing gods. was defeated by a recent Kawasaki 400 that was not well known.

Everyone held their breath and thought about how to find the cunning enemy, and then completely beat the opponent on the road.

"Xiaochuan, how did he turn the corner, did you see it clearly?" The leader punches the locomotive and asks the girl who is hiding in the grass and dressed coolly.

"No.... No, it just swooped over, my mobile phone recorded it, but I couldn't keep up, it was too fast, it was just pressing the fence and brushing the past, I had never seen anyone drag racing like this, it was so dead. ”

This is not scientific!

Everyone took off their helmets and looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion and anger.

"Is it a professional racer looking for excitement?" Someone spoke weakly.

"Maybe, whatever, let it go, if anyone sees a red Kawasaki 400, report it quickly, I will go over and meet him in person." The leader grinned and spoke viciously.

"I heard that Brother Harang is also looking for him, damn, and I want to meet him too."

"What, Harango, isn't he a former retired professional race car driver?" The younger brother secretly stammered, "The other party's level is so high, even Brother Harang can't stand it?" ”

Several people slowed down the speed to get off the road, at a bus stop, several brightly dressed, coolly dressed girls were waiting, just now it was a racing car, it was not good to take them, now go down the mountain for a ride, naturally the girls tall and snow-white thighs across the past, one by one dishonestly sitting behind the racers, laughing and scolding.

There is an abandoned service station at the foot of the mountain, two old couples set up a small stall over there, this piece of land runs more trucks, although the road is narrow, but can avoid the toll station, there are many truck drivers who drive here, the trucks are generally out in the afternoon, this side is a little bit away from the city, many people have dinner casually coped with two mouthfuls, run to this section, some people can't bear to be hungry, just get off the car to solve it here.

The business is not good, it is not bad, and it can subsidize the family to some extent.

Under the colorful canopy, there are several small square tables and a row of small horses. Disposable chopsticks are thrown on the table at will, vinegar, soy sauce plastic bottles are black, plated with a thick layer of greasy gray stains, a plastic bag is set on the metal plate, and the pork belly and veal are burned to the brim, sprinkled with cumin, and a full plate.

There are not many people eating nearby, a few husband and wife truck drivers sit on the maza, drink a lot, eat meat, a few bear children dangling, stepping on the waterhole to play, occasionally holding small stones to smash, was also scolded by the same tiger back and bear waist mother, immediately honest, drill into the small forest to play.

The old man set up a barbecue stall, and bought some meatballs, quail eggs and other things with small profits, while the old man set up a barbecue stall, and there was an iron pot on the stove next to it, the main business was barbecue, and at the same time, it would also fry some rice cakes, noodles and the like, mainly because the customer was a truck driver, and people had a big appetite, and they couldn't hold a barbecue, so they often had to eat some dry goods.

Barbecue is highly profitable, and it can be sold more or less, and fried noodles and the like are not so profitable, but there is no way, the customer base is here.

The two old men get up early and are greedy for darkness, but they are also happy, and occasionally sit down to chat with customers. The old couple are very gentle, and their temperament is good, and they will always wipe a small change when settling accounts, and there are more people who come here to eat.

The red Kawasaki 400 is parked in the clearing, in stark contrast to the rugged vans all around.

Ye Su Qinjiao pulled his slippers, wore loose casual clothes, found a table and sat down, and waved his hand, "Boss, the old rule, put more chili noodles." ”

"Okay," the old shopkeeper skillfully stir-fried the fried rice, with a Mimi smile on his face.