"Where are you going?" A captain on duty stopped at the front of the truck, but was greeted by a bullet from a submachine gun that hit him on the tip of his toe.

Two soldiers in German uniforms jumped out of the car and quickly lifted the black-and-white wooden railing that set the card. The soldiers in charge of the checkpoint next to them did not dare to move at all under the muzzle of the machine gun at the front of the car.

"We were ordered to urgently go to the front line to deliver ammunition." Zhao Shuxing still couldn't help but replied kindly, "The front is tight, the military affairs are urgent, I hope the brothers will bear with me!" ”

"Yes, yes, yes, military affairs matter!" The captain turned pale and nodded yes.

The rats waved their hands one by one, and the convoy continued on its way.

Zhao Shuxing touched the toll that had been prepared long ago in his pocket, but he never took it out. He couldn't help but sigh slightly, he had already broken through four checkpoints along the way, and he had offended so many people, and it was useless to take this little toll.

Looking at the dust rolled up by the distant convoy, the captain wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, glanced at his equally frightened subordinates, and finally shouted at the car shadow: "When I see you next time, I will let you know how death is written!" ”

……

The nearest soldier's bayonet had almost stabbed the tip of the clone in front of him, when the gunfire rang out again.

Shanmu trembled in his heart, and the command knife in his hand was raised in mid-air and stunned for a moment.

When the bayonet exchange was approaching, the group on the opposite side pulled out a pistol as if by magic.

Although the stopping effect of the Luger 08 pistol is not so exaggerated, it is still no problem to knock down a person with two bullets. Niu Yi's rigidity made the pistols of the first battalion full of bullets, which were retained to the end, and were not universally used in submachine guns, but they played a huge role at this time.

Meng Xiang repeatedly explained, first ran out of bullets and then talked about the order of the bayonet, so that Niu Yi carried it out well to the end.

The two sides are so close that it is suitable for the pistol to play a role. Nearly a hundred pistols, 8 bullets per gun, even if each enemy received a gift of two bullets, in the end it was more than enough. Although Niu Yi was dead-headed, he was tainted with good luck.

The command knife in Shanmu's hand slowly fell, and the soldiers of the Imperial Locust Army beside him rushed past him in turn, with bayonets and red eyes. He sighed in his heart, looked back at the isolated figure guarding the flag behind him, and staggered again.

The only sound on the battlefield was the crazy howl of himself, but the silence of the clones was as crisp as the pistol shots were particularly crisp.

If it is said that Shanmu still has a fluke mentality before, as long as the white-knuckle battle unfolds, the imperial soldiers may still have some chance to redeem the defeat, but the unique machine gun sound rang out again, but it completely made his heart fall into the abyss.

"He, they still have ammunition?" Cedar glanced behind them, and when he saw the large number of figures rushing behind the third trench, he felt a little more happy in his heart. He was not misjudged, those were their reinforcements.

He also regretted in his heart, because of his pride as the first high-achieving student of the former Emperor [***] school, he had never applied for tactical guidance, but now he has fallen into this situation.

"Peng!"

A bullet struck the bridge of his proud nose, and the impact exploded directly through half of his cheek. The command knife he held high was so conspicuous that it was a favorite among snipers when choosing targets.

Snake Seven's calm heart was a little annoyed, such a good target was preempted by Snake Eight. He suffered a considerable injury to the hindback arm of his left hand, which affected his movements.

"Over there!" He found another perfect target, a figure standing upright in front of a flaming flag. Against the somewhat dim background of dusk, the burning flames stood out.

Xiao Hefei, who had been pestering him and was instructed by Liu Dazui to follow, hurriedly moved his sniper rifle in front of him, Snake Qi didn't say much, and he only had the numb face under the flames in his eyes.

"Phew!" Gu Liangshou, who was humming a requiem in a low voice, opened a bowl of blood on his chest, and he held the flagpole of the team flag, wanting to kneel down slowly, but the flagpole fell backwards with him. He only twitched twice, and then never moved again.

The battle is all over.

Meng Xiang, who was thousands of miles away, was silent for a long time after receiving the report from Rat Yi.

The results of this time the battle are already in.

Under the concept that Meng Xiang had instilled in Meng Xiang and did not leave himself prisoner, the Seventh Brigade was completely cleaned up, and even the more than 50 wounded in the rear brigade headquarters were beaten to the ground by the self-defending clones in the final crazy counterattack, and five MG-34 machine gun chains were specially consumed.

This time, the two companies of the 1st Battalion, which participated in the battle, nearly 500 people, also lost 215 people, 78 were seriously wounded, and everyone else was wounded.

Half of the soldiers who died were killed under the precise artillery bombardment supported by the army wing. The 1st battalion lacked artillery, and of the 12 75-mm guns it had brought over, 6 were requisitioned. Even with the remaining artillery, 4 were stranded in the trading house and were not delivered in time.

The other half of the soldiers mostly collapsed when the ammunition was exhausted, and the machine guns and submachine guns without ammunition were not much better than rifles.

For the first time, Meng Xiang personally experienced the importance of modern warfare logistics. What I saw in the books before was just understanding, but at this time, it turned into more than a hundred corpses and hung in Meng Xiang's heart.

With the geographical advantage of defense and the advantage of advanced weapons, so many people still died, which made Meng Xiang very distressed. Although the clone soldiers produced by the two bases every day can make up for the number of sacrifices, this is a sacrificed soldier after all, not cold statistics, nor ordinary consumable goods.

For a long time, Meng Xiang has always regarded these lively clones as ordinary people, except that they are a little bored. And now, so many people died at once, and even if those who were seriously injured were treated by the medical team, not necessarily more than half of them would survive.

The number of enemies destroyed may be even more brilliant, with a total of 918 enemies.

The 1st Battalion, with their insistence, held their position for two whole days. Later, they also seized the wounded soldiers at the brigade headquarters who had not been completely burned, and even captured a brigade flag that had been burned for most of it.

But none of this alleviated the pain in Meng Xiang's heart, and several of the dead clones he had already memorized faces. Although they were usually silent when they were by their side, the voice of the commander made him once full of pride. And now—

Thinking of this, he was angry, not only for the sake of those officials in Nanjing who were still greedy when they were dying, but also for the sake of greedily transporting weapons, and directly delaying the supply of ammunition for the first battalion; There are also angry people who are angry about the news that Li Ting brought back, and there are still many numb people who have illusions, refuse to retreat, refuse to cooperate, and some of his planned survival plans directly lose their effect.

All kinds of gas was full of gas, and there was nowhere to spill, and he shouted loudly: "Rat Er, go and see if that little devil came again last time?" I don't want to pay for five million at all, it's really picky! Tell him that the Central Army has booked three million, and there are still two million left, do you want it? Don't want Yan Xishan, but you want it! ”