Orc Tyrant

The sharp whistle echoed in the barracks late at night. The forces of a division were assembled. The commander-in-chief of the 9th Infantry Division General Phil Sheridan vowed to retake the tunnel from the hands of the abominable monsters. The Republic has already invested ten. In 2009, such a failure must not be accepted. The President cannot, Congress cannot, and he cannot.

The army of the New California Republic has always felt weak, because the entire country has only eight regular infantry divisions and one cavalry division. The others are the garrison and voluntary corps of the states. In general, they are militias. This is the federation of the Republic. The system and a relatively stable environment are jointly determined.

But the Ninth Infantry Division is different. As an infantry division that is not in the official organization, its scale is unprecedented.

The entire division governs 2 infantry brigades, each of which governs 2 infantry regiments and 1 machine gun battalion.

Each infantry regiment governs 3 infantry battalions and 1 machine gun company, each infantry battalion is divided into 4 companies, each company has 6 officers, 250 soldiers, and 1 infantry regiment has 112 officers and 3720 soldiers.

At the same time, the division headquarters directly governs a field artillery brigade, under which there are two light artillery regiments and one heavy artillery regiment, each with 24 artillery and one engineer regiment.

In addition, there is a divisional machine gun battalion, a communications battalion, plus divisional supplies, health teams, etc.

The division has a total of 979 officers, 27,082 soldiers, 72 artillery pieces, and 260 machine guns, which is about twice the number of standard divisions in other countries. For example, the Benedict Empire generally has a strength of 12,000-15,000 per division.

Such strength gave Sheridan enough confidence to complete this counterattack, because according to the survivor’s report, the number of Oukes who invaded was about 200-300. Although they were monsters, they could be ten times the number of them. , Sheridan has no reason to worry.

Heavy artillery can only stay in the camp because of its size. All light artillery, field artillery, heavy machine guns, and all weapons that can provide powerful firepower are brought to the team.

But Sheridan is not an idiot. The tunnel can't hold so many troops, and the darkness will greatly limit the steps of the offensive. So he took a very clever approach, using four companies as the leader, two in the front, and two. In the back, he moved forward alternately, each with enough lighting equipment, and walked all the way to spread the road, once encountering Ouke, he would decisively go up to the fire.

It is foreseeable that there will be heavy losses in the early stage, but Sheridan can accept such losses, just like candles, no matter what the body size, the smallest flames can also consume them, not to mention that Ouke is still in his eyes. It's not a "candle", it's just a whetstone, just to sharpen the nine divisions that are becoming dull day by day.

"go ahead!"

Following loud orders from the officer, the five hundred soldiers divided into waves of skirmishers and strode into the tunnel full of roaring beasts.

The passing of the huge bullet marked the beginning of the enemy's action. As revenge, human artillery fired back. The roar of many artillery made the lieutenant feel like he was in a minefield.

"Keep calm. If you can't encourage your people, then rely on your people to find encouragement."

A white gloved hand grabbed Brom's shoulder.

"War and fear make everyone equal in Kaimon's eyes, and brotherhood is a gift it gives to those warriors."

In principle, the Ninth Division does not have priests with the army, but the beliefs of the soldiers also need to be satisfied, so some officers with more fanatical beliefs will be compatible with the priests of the company. Sulibaru is such a person, but his fanaticism It made Brom a bit of a headache, but this feeling from faith basically couldn't be changed.

"I hope they can get used to this."

Brom murmured, he glanced at the other party's smooth uniform from the tip of the hat to the boots. He didn't know how he kept it so clean.

Sulibaru smiled and let go of him.

"Can't wait to join the fight? Destroy the monsters? Very good, I commend your courage. Your desire to approach the enemy to fight against is a kind of credibility."

The clergyman nodded his head and applauded him, but Brom didn't tell the other party that he was tired of fear, not courage, and pushed him to end the matter.

A movement in the crowd passed from the front of the line, and the soldiers changed their array and lowered their heads.

"It looks like we are ready."

"note!"

Brom told his command team that next to Suli Baru were soldiers Jerry and Tom, both experienced veterans who had been promoted before. Jerry was carrying a rifle equipped with a simple sight. And Tom is carrying a shotgun. The last member is the medical soldier Gaddafi. It is said that he comes from the noble family of Benedict, and he is also a medical genius. I really don’t know how he got into a low-level infantry regiment like the 77th regiment. From inside.

The shout came from the messenger Roy who came from the back of the team.

"The colonel's new order!"

Upon hearing this news, Brom and Sulibaru glanced at each other, and both saw surprise in each other's eyes.

"Soldiers, check your weapons!"

Sulibaru's voice sounded a little flashy in Brom's ears.

After half a minute, Colonel Jefferson's order was correctly conveyed-five minutes later, a large-scale assault, a company and a third company rushed directly into the tunnel, and then to see what would happen, the machine gun team had been deployed to the predetermined location.

Brom shook his head, put the distractions away from his mind, put the whistle to his mouth, took a deep breath of cold air, and waited for a long time as he thought.

The shelling stopped.

He blew his whistle vigorously.

Beep~~~~~~~~!

The sound of sharp whistles spread around the team, without hesitation, the soldiers screamed and rushed into the dark part of the tunnel, followed by the fire of huge guns and the screams of personnel.

"Don't stop! Look for cover in front!!"

It didn’t take long for Brom and his command team to pass the first gate. There are five gates on the entire track. The sixth one is still under construction. Each gate has been constructed accordingly. The defensive facilities, including bunkers and roadblocks, were all easily lost in the previous raid, and now they need to use more blood to recapture them.

On the way to a deeper place, shells and bullets smashed into gravel and scattered everywhere, and obvious firepower spots could be seen everywhere in the darkness. For example, a bright tongue of fire spewed out near a bunker 200 meters away.

"A row, kill that guy!"

Brom shouted at his most trusted officer. The smoke from the explosion of the grenade blocked his sight. Dozens of soldiers fired a volley at the bunker. He couldn't see when he hit the target in the smoke. But at least the light disappeared, and Brom felt that his breathing became a little easier.

"Sanlian! For glory, go forward!"

He yelled that his men followed him and rushed out of the gate, weapons fired at his side, and people died horribly every second, and then the field artillery roared behind the enemy's defense line, suppressing the possibility of the enemy. Reinforcements.

At least there is no problem now.

Brom thought so.

He and his people had rushed to a very deep position at this time, and a large number of oil lamps and torches were behind them to light up the tunnel again.

Maybe Oak has retreated?

With such an unrealistic fantasy, Brom suddenly saw a green behemoth leap out of the collapsed roadblock in the dark, and its roar was as harsh as ever.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!