My Empire

The magical defense barrier directly in front of the m4 tank flickered twice, and then disappeared completely. As the battle progressed fiercely, the reserves of Ailan Hill army began to dry up.

Although there is a steady stream of supplies, the troops that continue to fight on the front line receive very limited supplies.

Countless attacks by demons have left human beings unable to rest. Their continuous advancement has already made the human soldiers who are sticking to their posts feel tremendous pressure.

"It's all right now! Our magical defense barrier is gone! The last energy spar has been consumed." Looking at the magic spar, which is dim and no different from ordinary stones, the mechanic shouted depressedly.

"Don't talk nonsense, if you have gasoline and ammunition, even if you are worthy of us!" Tony leaned out half of his body, leaned his arm on the hatch, put down the telescope and pressed the intercom.

They had just retreated from the front line and were resting at an intersection. It used to be the location of a salt farm, so on both sides of the intersection, there are tall buildings from the salt farm, and some buildings continue not far away.

This is an important supply base of the 201st Armored Division. It was originally behind the line of defense, but now it is on the entire line of defense.

"Did you see the reverse **** over there? The devil has already occupied the other side! The artillery cover just made them retreat temporarily, but they only need a few minutes at most, and they will come back!" Tony faced the officer standing next to the tank. After reporting the situation ahead, the officer nodded, sketching something in the atlas in his hand.

There is a convenient place to fight in front of the house. Every inch of the land here can't be more familiar. There are detailed maps and more precise coordinates, which makes Ailan Hill's defense layout more reasonable.

The defensive line laid by the old general Medias also played a very important role. As of this moment, the 15th Army had been exhausted, but only lost less than 2,000 soldiers. It has performed very well.

You know, they killed at least 40,000 demon troops, almost a ratio of 1 to 20 damage.

According to the previous method of war statistics, this is already a very remarkable victory, and it can be said to be a great victory.

Even Greken, when facing the devil army, can't beat such a high battle damage ratio unless he uses a high-level magician to steal chickens.

But this is completely meaningless, because if a mortal throws a nuclear weapon to attack, the instantaneous battle damage ratio to the devil may be as high as 1 to 1000...

The MiG-21 fighters are still roaring in the sky, but because the number is really limited, the current roar of the engine does not have the domineering feeling before.

"Are there any armor-piercing bullets? I withdrew back to replenish the ammunition." Tony asked, looking at the commander on the side of the street.

"No! All the reserves here are exhausted, and you don't need to go to the front line to support you. This is already the front line." The logistics officer shook his head and said.

"I know that." Tony squeezed out a smile and replied awkwardly.

There are no more important materials here. The artillery troops have retreated to the safer third line of defense. The logistic troops remaining here are already poor, replaced by exhausted combat troops.

They set up field positions around the building, and also established their condescending firepower points inside the building. The wings don't extend much, and it looks like a circular fortification.

As far as you can see, the area close to the first line of defense has been completely silent, and fierce fighting on the second line of defense continues. After these positions are occupied by demons, human losses are estimated to rise to 4000. It's even 5000.

"Boom!" A magical cannon shell landed on the distant horizon, and a light blue light suddenly enveloped a large area. Tracer bombs are sprayed out from time to time, like fireworks blooming on the ground.

"There are still a few hours, the sky is going to be completely dark..." Knowing that the other party is leaving, Tony had nothing to say and chatted.

Anyway, he doesn't have any shells to replenish now. If the remaining dozen armor-piercing shells are lighted up, he can just start to retreat to the back.

"I hope these **** demons can be a little more honest at night." Looking into the distance, the officer who has been in charge of distributing supplies here prayed.

Everyone here needs good luck now, because everything they face can swallow everyone's life here at any time.

Originally, Tony’s tank platoon had a total of 4 m4 tanks, but now the internal shortwave communication channel of the noisy tank platoon is quiet and suffocating.

When he returned to the supply point for the first time, he saw the platoon leader’s car, and this time he retreated here. He has been waiting here for a long time, but he still didn’t see it. Those familiar faces.

Although he didn't want to admit it, the remaining three tanks in his tank platoon should have all been destroyed. And those familiar comrades in arms, have not been able to come back here.

"I'm going to retreat! Good luck!" The officer finally said goodbye, looking reluctant.

"Thank you! Hurry up! This is not a good place, you don't need to have such an expression." Tony took a sigh of relief and said in a mocking tone.

On the opposite side of the street, a jeep was parked there. The driver on it was waiting, waiting for his officer to jump into the car he was driving and leave here as soon as possible.

The officer didn’t let his driver wait too long. He waved his hands with Tony and ran to his car. Then the engine was started. The open-top Jeep disappeared under Tony’s escort. The end of the road.

"I'm going to find some grenades! Find as many as possible! If we don't have shells, at least we should prepare some self-protection weapons." Tony retracted his gaze and said softly.

On both sides of the road facing the direction of the enemy's attack, the grenadiers have piled up some sandbags to build a line of defense.

Behind the sandbags are other bunkers built with sandbags. Behind these bunkers, several soldiers are adjusting a 107mm towed rocket launcher.

Beside the rocket launcher, there is an opened wooden box with spare shells inside. At the sandbag crevice of the first line of defense, the shooter was putting the spare barrel and some bullet chains under his feet.

It can be vaguely seen that some soldiers have found their positions at the top of the three-story buildings on both sides of the street. They are condescending and ready to fight to the end.

When Tony jumped out of the tank, found the headquarters of the infantry battalion stationed here in a room, and got two ak-47 assault rifles there, as well as the corresponding magazines and a few grenades, he felt like he It is necessary to remind this kind of people that they will not last long.

"Our front is a clearing! The devil will open their large defensive barrier here! Your light weapons will not have any effect, here will soon collapse." Tony carried these heavy weapons and said with an ugly face. .

"What can I do? Sir! I'm instructed to protect my homeland, should I retreat and give this place to the devil?" The battalion commander smiled bitterly, and pointed to the wall around the room: "I am a native of the ferry. I would rather die here than take a step back!"

"Okay! I will try my best to assist your defense here, but after I run out of ammunition, I will retreat immediately." Tony said sincerely.

"Thank you, it's really great that you can help and provide some fire support." The battalion commander squeezed out an unnatural smile, and then discussed the battle arrangements with a few of his men, and Tony also Can only fend for itself.

Ten minutes later, a group of remnants retreated from the front line. Their faces were covered with black dust, and their clothes were already damp and dirty. They passed by here embarrassingly carrying weapons and some bags.

These tired and somewhat frustrated soldiers, because they did not drive the demon troops into the sea, even shed tears when they retreated.

Leaning on the front armor of his tank, Tony remembered the time he sold TV sets. He said to the gunner next to him: "They will be grateful soon, because alive is more important than anything, really."

"You're right." With a cheap cigarette without a filter in his mouth, the gunner sighed and said with emotion: "But I always have an ominous premonition if I continue to fight like this."

"What premonition?" Tony asked curiously.

"When we can't stop the devil, or when we are destined to be unable to stop the devil, a nuclear bomb will fall and send us to the sky with the devil." The gunner replied with a mouthful of white smoke.

"I don't want to die...especially, I don't want to die in the hands of friendly forces. Those idiots won't stabb us in the back when we fight bravely?" Tony gave his gunner a slanted look and comforted himself.

The artillery commander did not speak. Both of them seemed to know that if the battle situation in Ferry City continued to deteriorate, the hypothesis that the artillery commander just said would really appear. There will be a nuclear bomb that will evaporate them and the devil together, and the death burial for them by the entire Dukou City sounds enough to pull the wind.

It’s just that, whether it’s a **** pull or a spectacular nuclear explosion, who cares? We want to live, but we don't want to just die here. In my heart, a certain TV salesperson yelled frantically. ——

Today’s codeword is relatively late, and the second one will be served after 0:00. Let’s see it tomorrow... Sorry.