Zavrol is like a crumbling lighthouse in the storm.

The Salvation Society forces are on all sides, and they have pinned down Zavrol, and all the commanding heights have either been lost or are changing hands in a fierce battle.

Inside Zavrol, which is only five square kilometers, the gunfire never stops from day to night, and three companies of the rescue team rush in, gradually fighting for every barricade or firepower point, and every house is the focus of contention.

The two sides are intertwined in the town.

In the past few days, Jonathan has dug a five-meter-deep tunnel in the town, and there are tunnels connecting rooms to each other, so that he can throw his limited forces to the most scorching and hottest points anytime and anywhere, no matter which point of contention, he can suppress the opposing attacking troops with several times the firepower, which makes the other party suffer enough.

It's just that in line with the principle that if you can't fight, you will bomb indiscriminately.

Twenty-four 155-mm guns roared again, and a single shell could completely raze a building below two floors, but there was nothing to do with the 307-mm thick underground bunkers made of reinforced concrete, and the shells could only hit a pothole, and there were sandbags for shock absorption behind the concrete walls, as well as other defensive facilities, and such bunkers could only be burned with flamethrowers.

Chariots drove through the streets, infantry marched slowly on the mobile fortress, people fired on either side of the house, RpG rockets were thrown, and the Rescue Society soldiers fought back with their bodies low, bullets ping pong on the armored chariot and sparks flying.

"Quick, quick, fast——。" In the face of the air raid that could come at any time, the soldiers carried cement bags and steel bars with their hands and feet, and the sappers had dug out the space needed to build the pillboxes in the open space in the rear, and dozens of soldiers quickly turned shovels and cement. Women and children run around carrying the cement of the reconciliation, while the men are barefoot in the pavement with steel bars.

Everything is in order.

The women and children had migrated from nearby mines, and some displaced people whose villages had been destroyed had taken refuge.

The air raids launched from the opposite side were no longer confined to the Zavrol area, but gradually spread to the rear, not only air raids, but also tank groups and platoon interspersed units.

Several villages in the rear of Zavrol had largely fallen, and the fighting had spread to fifty kilometres to the rear, and Katrith's troops were rushing to this side, gradually recovering them, but often recovering two or three and losing four or five.

The fighting power of the rescue club is too strong, not that their weapons and equipment are good, in terms of individual equipment may not be as good as Catlet; But there were a lot of people, and all of them were not afraid of death, and the charge was almost fatal.

In the thirty years since Carterit's founding, there has never been such a bad fight.

The Clock Tower forces stationed in Gunford have already begun to put out the fire, and they are well aware of the importance of Zavrol, which is now crumbling. If Zavrol is lost, then this attacking force of 2,000 men can easily outflank the European mercenary corps on the Western Front, and the entire front line is likely to collapse. That's why Cartlett gave the death order to keep Jonathan going.

As long as Zavrol is a nail in it, then the Salvation Society troops in the central region will not be able to advance unscrupulously.

Support has also arrived, and previously to counter the drones, the clock tower assisted two Rheinmetall Skynex air defense systems, which can be loaded on combat vehicles, trucks, pillboxes, and even potholed mountainous terrain.

Indeed, for a period of time, there was not a single drone in the airspace within a radius of 100 miles, but it was quickly destroyed by the opponent with superior forces and artillery, and Zavrol's current forces could not protect this batch of equipment at all.

The follow-up clock tower change strategy provides 300 high-energy frequency rifles, this weapon looks full of sci-fi, the magazine is a high-energy battery, the gun body lines are smooth and beautiful, there are no rivet parts, assembled in one go, start with glossy lubrication, and the sense of mechanical technology is bursting. It can shoot high-energy radio waves that diffuse at an angle of 30 degrees on the muzzle, instantly damaging the drone's intelligent chip. Moreover, it has a wide area special effect, which can be destroyed as long as it is seen and locked by the naked eye, and can effectively contain the drone swarm at an altitude of 300 meters, and the effect is remarkable.

As a result, the opponent's bombers have become a headache again.

The clock tower then came to the aid of individual Stinger missiles and small personal detection radars, but such equipment can only maintain the situation of not being passively attacked, and there is still a long way to go if it wants to attack and break through the status quo.

Several shells fell one after the other, booming, and the billowing explosions kicked up the dust, and the buildings that had been clamouring before were completely reduced to rubble. The tank units in the villages and towns rolled again, and thirty assaulters were placed in front, the opponents were cunning, and the ruined streets were not only to pay attention to the anti-tank weapons fired from the unknown part, but also to the feet. No one knows whether the seemingly harmless ground hides anti-tank mines.

This is the third attack launched by the Salvation Society today. Six Sherman tanks and fifteen Humvees covered two infantry companies and one fire support company in a devastating offensive from the north and southwest of the town.

The influx of 300 people made this already small town instantly become full of people.

The commander on the opposite side looked anxious. Indeed, two thousand well-trained soldiers have been held back in this square inch for almost a week. The situation on the battlefield is ever-changing, and every time it is delayed, not only does the opposing side have more and more time for deployment, but the degree of thorniness has become more and more difficult, and from the perspective of the overall situation, it has also had an extremely adverse impact on this long-planned war.

At every turn, Hercules transport planes land in Gangver, and at every moment, heavily armed European mercenaries are thrown into battle.

At the beginning, the two fronts of the east and west were interspersed with lightning depth, which caught Catrit off guard, losing a large number of resource points and surrounding factories, but with the intervention of mercenaries, the interspersing of the two directions has been fiercely contained.

However, in any case, the eastern and western fronts have made outstanding achievements, while the central front, as the first group to launch an offensive, has achieved nothing, and is blocked by a group of mud-legged people in a small area, and the anxiety of the commander can be imagined.

"How's it going?" In the command post, the forward commander of the rescue club held a telescope and looked at the town in front of him; They were far away, and could only hear the sound of scattered gunfire and the roar of artillery in the rear, and as for the real situation on the front line, they needed to listen to the real-time report of the operator.

"It's already two hundred meters forward." The operator operates the tactical computer, answering the walkie-talkie from time to time, constantly summarizing the tactical signals transmitted by all parties.

"Two hundred meters, from the morning until now, we have only advanced two hundred meters? Damn, let Captain Kumar answer the phone. The commander roared angrily, "What are they facing?" A special elite armed to the teeth? Damn, it's just a bunch of mud-legged people who can't even get together their uniforms, and they haven't taken it off for a whole week. ”

The operator cautiously handed over the walkie-talkie, "General, Captain Kumar's phone is connected." ”

"Give it to me," the commander snatched it and put it to his ear, and on the other end of the walkie-talkie was the messy sound of gunfire and the roaring of the engine, and the other party pressed to his ear and shouted hoarsely, "Hey, hey!! Is it a general? ”

"Yes, it's me, damn it, Captain Kumar, can you explain why you're advancing as slow as a snail?" The Commander shook his fist in exasperation, as if to vent his anger.

"Your Excellency, I'm sorry that they have placed firing points under every house, they have dug trenches as complex as cobwebs, and they have dropped a large number of anti-infantry and anti-tank mines, and our advance is difficult."

"Then the artillery will wash the floor, blow up all the buildings that can be seen, fill in all the ravines that can be touched, and I will give you a full three hundred heavily armed soldiers, and two artillery squadrons, you ..... You even use these reasons to prevaricate me, you deserve to be court-martialed, bastard, no, it's not just you, I have to go to court-martial, you bastard....... The Commander was furious, and spit splattered everywhere.

"Listen to me, ......" There was a sudden noise on the other end of the walkie-talkie, some people exclaimed, some people screamed, and the gunfire suddenly became intense, like countless gongs striking in the commander's ears. In disgust, he moved the walkie-talkie farther away.

Dead silence, the silent dead silence on the other side, after three or four minutes, finally sounded a young and unfamiliar voice, "Hey.... Hey..... Is it Command? ”

The commander's brow furrowed deeply, "Yes child, tell me, what's wrong with you?" What about Kumar? Where did this bastard go. ”

"I'm sorry, General, Captain Kumar died, and a bullet pierced his skull." The other side suppressed his fear, and his voice seemed to tremble a little. "I'm probably going to die too, there's a counteroffensive on the opposite side, and our guys are retreating, woo...... They pressed over. I'm sorry, General, can you tell my mother, I'm brave; I didn't retreat, I'm still on the ground. ”

"Tell me your name, kid." The commander asked with rare tenderness.

Tashi ..... Tashi Lennon, Mr. They rushed up, sir, quick, command artillery position firing, coordinates 4234, 7728. They are pouring up, please avenge me, sir. ”

The commander slapped the walkie-talkie on the table heavily, and a little moisture was already spreading in his eyes, but he then shook his head slightly, and returned to the cold and resolute general again, he waved his hand, and the herald had already dialed the number of the artillery position.

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No one may have imagined that at a time when the process of civilization is about to enter the 22nd century, at the end of the 21st century, we can still see the brutal hand-to-hand combat of World War I and World War II two hundred years ago.

The warring sides fought to the death on the roads, in the pits, in the corridors, and among the ruins. On one side were the soldiers of the Rescue Society, and on the other hand, the local townspeople, they scuffled together with rudimentary weapons, stones, steel bars, clubs, and even teeth and nails, and each of them had red eyes, looking like a dying beast.

Pat's commanding talent has undoubtedly been well promoted and honed in these two days. Zavrol has now become a meat grinder, and the opposite side cannot develop the superiority of troops at all, so it can only be filled in bit by bit. Bombers and artillery can't find rats in the sewers, and the pits that are all over the place can play a good role in interspersing tactics, while the drones on the opposite side, which have lost their only restraint, seem to be a little overstretched, and the means that can be used are becoming more and more scarce, while the tactics that Pat can use are becoming more and more flexible with the rapid increase of bunkers and trenches.

It's just that no matter how good the tactics are, they also need enough people to implement them. The war has been fought so far, and the battle loss ratio is very high, if it weren't for the fact that the opposite side intercepted their back road and turned Zavrol to death. Pat's biggest headache right now is the deserters who are scattering and fleeing.

Every day is a torment, there are enough rotational troops on the opposite side to carry out fatigue tactics, and they only have less than 600 people, holding half of the town is already the limit, how can there be reserve troops to provide rotation.

Not to mention ordinary soldiers, even the commanders who have injected nanometers are tired enough.

Tong Yao was lying on the ground on his side and didn't want to move, even his fingers were uncontrollable, nervous twitches, his eyes were red and his clothes were rolling, his clothes were not covered, and his tactical uniform was already scattered, barely able to ensure that it was not exposed, and it was loosely wrapped on his body like a burlap bag. Rifles covered in mud were discarded haphazardly on the ground, and half-eaten dry rations, wrappers and cans were discarded haphazardly.

There was a whistling sound in the sky again.