Looking at the history of wars, it is not difficult to find that at least half of the examples of battles that are related to terms such as "mountains of corpses and a sea of blood", "pillows of the dead and wounded", and "flesh mills" are offensive and defensive battles carried out around fortifications. In addition to various forts and siege warfare, as technology advanced, trench warfare and urban street warfare were also added. Trenches covered in flesh and blood, mound of corpses piled up on both sides for a building or a station, and the ground dyed red – this is almost a generation's image of brutal warfare. Until a superpower struggled in the jungles of Southeast Asia for 16 years, and then plunged headlong into the graveyards of empires and the desert dunghill of the Middle East in the new century. The endless law and order war has gradually become a representative interpretation of "bloody cruelty" by the new generation.

For Charlemagne, he was going through two quagmires at the same time. One is the "Peninsula Ulcer" - the battlefield of Castile, where the allied forces of the Castilians and the nations burned with the souls of the villagers turned the entire battlefield into a mud pit, and Charlemagne only had one head floating on it to survive. The other is the Rhine Front, in this meat grinder a hundred times more cruel than the Castilian battlefield, the kingdom of Charlemagne is almost drowned in its own blood.

Speaking of which, I have to admire the backbone of Charlemagne. Even the Japanese, who shouted "100 million jade pieces" every day, quickly knelt down after being planted with two shiitake mushrooms by the lighthouse baba of father's love. And Charlemagne first ate a "Nibelungen", and the Northern Expeditionary Force went directly to Valhalla for a long vacation. Now another city has been wiped out by the "Mjolnir". In this adversity, where there was no hope in sight, instead of considering how to stop the war as soon as possible, to avoid further expansion of the damage, and to make the people no longer suffer unnecessary suffering, they prepared for a decisive battle with a hundred times more spirit. Charlemagne's enemies could only shrug their shoulders, saying that the head structure of the roosters had always been different from ordinary people.

In any case, since the Charlemagnes decided to water the flower of death with the blood of patriots, the Wehrmacht had no choice but to accompany them to the end. Charlemagne has no shortage of heads, and there is no shortage of shells here.

With a long whistle, several trains pulled out of the tunnel bunkers where they were hiding, the camouflage panels painted with green shells, beautiful windows and scenic passengers were quickly removed, and the artillerymen quickly took their positions amid the roar of the sergeants and the shrill whistles. A railway sergeant pressed the button of the control panel, and the hideous train cannon quickly drove into the special "Fogler" round track turntable. This kind of special turntable for train cannon is made up of a circular track and a rotating platform across the track, the platform is provided with a track, can dock with the railway track, and after the train gun is driven on the platform along the track, it can rotate along the annular track to obtain a 360-degree omnidirectional firing boundary.

After locking the road wheels and completely fixing the gun-carrying platform, the gunners on the side attached fuses to the shells that were neatly arranged against the wall. I saw that they were skillful, and with the assistance of special wrenches, they quickly put a hundred 280mm shells in combat condition.

On the Siegfried Line, this tension with a definite rhythm can be seen everywhere. Not only the gunners, but every post is entering the state in an orderly manner. From the air to the underground, from the front-line machine-gun positions to the headquarters, the entire defense line was like an awakened beast, licking its lips and grinning teeth, waiting for its prey to come to the door.

Charlemagne, on the other side of the trench, was doing the same thing, checking equipment, counting people, and assigning tasks. If there is any difference between the two sides, it is nothing more than equipment, clothing and the like, but now in the trench on Charlemagne's side, a sense of sadness that is very different from tension is rapidly spreading.

Sad, the wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the kind of tragic and desolate that the strong man will never return is not anything else.

Charlemagne's GIs may have been a little stiff-minded, but they were definitely not stupid. As the supplies began to recover and all kinds of material resources squeezed in the rear continued to arrive at the front line, many big soldiers, especially veterans, had a premonition that a bloody battle would soon come. By the time Saint-Miel had been destroyed, some of the officers who had been unable to keep their mouths shut had leaked a word. Rumours spread along with desperation and a sense of purpose within the Charlemagne Army.

Most of the soldiers of the Wang Army were peasants and small citizens before they joined the army, and their reasons for joining the army were nothing more than getting ahead, patriotic enthusiasm, and a conscription notice. After the bloody muddy trench battle, all illusions and visions have been shattered by the guns of the Wehrmacht. What supports them in their fight is only a little faith in protecting their families from being ravaged by ghosts and animals. In order not to let the group of god-killing ghost animals on the opposite side rush into the home, in order not to let the family suffer the most terrible nightmare. Instead of fleeing or surrendering, these soldiers silently obeyed orders, endured hunger and casualties, and fought until the last moment of their lives. In this sense, this group of scruffy soldiers at the bottom of the army pyramid, many of whom could not even write their names, were more qualified to be called "the mainstay of the kingdom" than some officers who sang high-pitched all day long, shrunk in the rear and did not suffer from wartime rations, but whose bellies were beginning to grow rich. Even so, there are still many soldiers who deserted or simply threw away their equipment and uniforms as deserters, in addition to the real cowards and cowards, there are some veterans who have experienced a hundred battles, and the reason for their escape is that they want to go home quickly and hide their wives, daughters and valuable things, in the past, this group of soldiers and ruffians did not cause much evil in Castile, Ostoria, and the crown of San István, and now they live on their own, of course, they think that the ghost animals will go to Charlemagne to do the same thing. Most of these deserters were eventually captured, and some were tied up and sent back by the village chief himself, and then shot or hanged in front of everyone.

However, the effects of fear are only temporary, and if the situation is not fundamentally reversed, large-scale mutinies and organizational collapse will occur sooner or later.

"'Charlemagne's rise and fall is here' - the Army's propaganda has finally been less pompous. ”

The spider tossed her poisonous tongue and shrugged her shoulders under the unkind gaze of the crowd, continuing to play the role of a good student who listened attentively.

Roland coughed dryly, pointed to the map, and said:

"Very well, let's confirm once again, this time the form of the operation is ground suppression airborne warfare, and the target is the Iserlohn battery and its attached positions. It is best to occupy it in its entirety, and if it is difficult, immediately turn to it to render it incapacitated or impaired or unable to function normally. ”

There is no nervousness but no relaxation in the indifferent tone, which is filled with absolute trust in his companions.

"I believe everyone knows that if we fail, not only Charlemagne, but the whole world will only bow down to his orders under the guns of Alfheim. ”

This is by no means an exaggeration, the concept of "nuclear blackmail" has not yet been popularized in this world, but a strategic-level attack technique comparable to nuclear weapons has always existed. It's just that in the past, due to various constraints, people could not "produce nuclear weapons like sausages" as Comrade Cornhead said, and the so-called "reciprocal destruction" is still a distant thing beyond everyone's imagination. Now that Alfheim is able to mass-produce artillery shells equipped with strategic-level attack techniques, no one can calm down at the terrible sight of "rain of destruction falling from the sky" in the mouth of a commander, the only commander in the 20th century who ordered nuclear strikes.

"The schedule was very tight, and within 30 minutes of the start of the airborne landing we had to complete the suppression or destruction of the battery. During this time, there will be no reinforcements, and we will have to do our best on our own. ”

The army generously said that it could provide support at any time, but after seeing their colander-like secrecy and anti-espionage measures with his own eyes, Roland did not dare to put his and his companions' lives in the hands of this group of obviously unreliable teammates.

"Spider, you're in charge of leading a detachment to occupy the power supply room. I followed the plan and was responsible for suppressing the battery. ”

"Understood. When will the radio silence be lifted?"

"Once the occupation fails, it must be reported as soon as possible. Otherwise, it can be understood that radio silence lasts until the battery is captured or destroyed. ”

"What if the enemy reinforcements are faster than planned?"

"Priority is given to breaking into the power supply room as much as possible, and if the breakthrough fails, the destruction of lines and underpasses is the highest priority. ”

"Understood, I don't have a problem. ”

"Valrhona, you serve as the reserve commander, and when I lose the signal, immediately take charge of directing the retreat. ”

"Understood. ”

Valrhona did not inquire further, and everyone present knew very well that if even Roland's surprise attack failed, then a considerable degree of elite combat power must have been deployed in the battery. For Alfheim, who was never short of monsters, they didn't need to invest too much, as long as the presence of the guards was enough. So far, Roland and the others have not figured out the specific deployment of the Iserlohn battery, and no one can guarantee what is waiting for them inside the battery.

This kind of hastily prepared, inadequate intelligence support battle is enough to call a nightmare for any soldier. Roland didn't want to go into battle in this state if he could.

However, they, like this country, have no way out.

With the current morale of the army, even a small step back is in danger of causing the collapse of the entire front.

It's like the bad joke in the defense forces, either unite to win or rise to Valhalla with a smile.

Generally speaking, most will fall into the latter case.

But even if you catch ducks on the shelves, or sharpen your guns on the battlefield, if you don't want to usher in a future where even basic dignity and hope do not exist, you can only bite the bullet.

"The general assault will begin in 5 hours, when all troops will be in full force to storm the enemy lines, and the enemy will have to use the Iseron battery to open the situation, so let's go and do a good job. ”

A military salute was performed in a dignified manner, without too many statements and rhetoric, and the young people present showed their determination with an impeccable return salute.