Thousands of sparks

Chapter 75 Battle in the Night
The battle broke out suddenly in the dark night without warning.

The first landmine to be triggered is the horn that prompts someone to attack, while the other landmines become the main means of blocking the enemy's attack.

The commandos of the navy entered the predetermined position calmly, waiting for the order to fire.

As naval commandos, they are born ready to be surrounded by countless enemies.It is the most basic professional requirement for naval commandos to stand firm in the encirclement and stand firm under the enemy's attack.

According to General Horn's vision, after the enemy army finds landmines on the road, they will quickly stop their advance, and then send small teams to infiltrate other places where they can walk.It is actually very difficult to ensure the safety of Fern County with a company of people.But if a few major roads can be blocked... then the terrain of Fern County can be used to draw the enemy into a few small roads.

Once led onto the trail, the enemy was a lump of clay to knead at will, under the attack of trained Marine commandos.General Horne could cut them into as many pieces as he wanted.

effortlessly.

However, the enemies who have not yet appeared in the night do not seem to intend to follow the script set by General Horn.They have a mind of their own.

Explosions were heard continuously from the two minefields, and the wailing and crying of someone falling down could occasionally be heard in the middle.

But the explosion didn't stop, and the enemy continued to charge towards the minefield.

"Is this group of people crazy?" Several naval commandos looked at each other with puzzlement and shock in their eyes.

Landmines are the best props to scare away infantry charging, none of them.No matter how strong a soldier is, he will stop in the wailing and struggling of his comrades after the sudden explosion on the ground.

But those enemies who were desperately charging in the dark seemed to have no fear at all.

"Your Excellency, Brigadier General, please get out of here as soon as possible." The commando company commander and lieutenant made a request to General Horn, "These enemies don't look right."

"This is your company, you are in command." General Horn did not agree to the request to evacuate, he just waved his hand, and then frowned deeply, "Your mission has not changed, but if possible, try to Capture a few prisoners and come back and ask."

The commodore, with only one arm left, didn't feel well. He had seen troops charging forward on landmines once before.

It was the Confederate army charging towards his company on the colony planet Ahaut 22 years ago.

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On the road leading to Fern County, nearly a thousand people with emaciated bodies, frivolous footsteps and tattered clothes were standing in a neat line and standing by.Around them, there are hundreds of mine supervisors holding weapons and looking nervous.

At the forefront of the line, a thin middle-aged man with all his hair and eyebrows missing stood upright with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the dark road ahead.

As if staring at a man-eating monster.

"Your Majesty, the First Squadron has lost all combat capabilities." In front of him, a similarly thin man staggered and reported, "The death toll is still being counted, but the First Squadron has lost all combat capabilities. Ability—there is no one who can stand up anymore."

"Second Squadron, keep going." The bald major continued to give the offensive order with his usual expression, "There are not many people on the other side, and their time to lay mines is also limited—continue to attack!"

A group of people broke away from the team silently, and they walked up to the mine supervision team one by one, and picked up the tattered rifles from the wooden frame in front of them.

"Two bullets per person." A member of the mine supervision team suddenly kicked over a person in the second squadron, pointed a gun at him and shouted angrily, "Put back the extra bullets!"

Other soldiers of the Second Squadron, who had already got their weapons in their hands, unceremoniously raised their guns and aimed at the members of the mine supervision team in front of them. Their eyes were full of hatred and anger, and it seemed that they didn't care that the other side had more people than their own. And also the fact that it is well equipped.

"Damn son of the empire!" The soldier who was kicked to the ground failed to get up from the ground for a long time, while the comrade beside him gritted his teeth and pulled the bolt, "I will fight with you!"

"Stop!" The bald major roared angrily, and the soldier who pulled the bolt shook his body, and then slowly put down the rifle in his hand.

"Second Squadron, continue with the mission." The major frowned. He walked up to the member of the mine supervisor who was still disdainful after kicking someone, stared at him with his hands behind his back, and asked in fluent Imperial language, "You Why did you kick him?"

"He took six bullets." The member of the mine supervision team snorted coldly, "The order is to only take two bullets."

"Crack!" After a gunshot, the mine supervisor lay on the ground hugging his thighs, while the other mine supervisors nervously pointed their rifles at the bald major.

A wisp of white smoke floated from the muzzle of the pistol in the bald major's hand. He put the pistol away again, only as if the muzzles of the guns pointed at him were all air.

"We allied soldiers have already died on the battlefield once." He squatted down, looked at the mine supervisor who fell on the ground in front of him and said, "Now, because we have a common goal, we agree to cooperate with you Stand in the same trench."

He pointed to the road in the distance and said, "You can still stand here and domineering because my people are trying their best to open the way!"

"Mr. Major, please restrain yourself." An older man in the mine supervision team shouted, "We are running out of time!"

"Then shut your mouth!" The bald major spat on the ground, turned around and shouted to the people in the second squadron, "Everyone has five bullets, take them and act immediately!"

Hundreds of emaciated, silent and angry Confederate soldiers took their guns and bullets and marched into the darkness.A quarter of an hour later, the explosion of landmines sounded again.

The bald major turned his back on his men and the mine supervisor, and closed his eyes in pain.

"Third Squadron, go!"

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"It's definitely true. Those who are in charge of commanding and charging on the opposite side are all allies." General Horn slapped the low fortification wall next to him, "I can smell the smell of this group of rebels two hundred joles away. !"

Although he looked down on the allied soldiers, General Horn was able to immediately judge that the one who attacked him was an allied soldier, relying on the opponent's fearless action mode.

The Confederate Army and Navy were nearly all characters carved from the same mold.For them, soldiers on the battlefield are not living people at all—they can only be regarded as "consumables" at best.

Not only the officers of the alliance see it this way, but even the soldiers at the grassroots level see themselves this way.They will not hesitate to carry out the orders issued by the officers to clearly send themselves to die, and carry it out thoroughly.

On the colonial star Ahaut, those alliance soldiers were the same as they are now—in order to break through the defensive position set up by Horn, who was still the captain at the time, they forced their way through the minefield with their legs.

The allied soldiers whose legs were blown off would even crawl on the ground with their hands dragging their broken bodies, just to get closer to the imperial positions, and then use the grenades on their bodies to die with an imperial soldier.

The alliance that has been at war with the Empire for hundreds of years is indeed the most terrifying enemy in this universe.

"Adjust the defensive position, occupy all the commanding heights and block the attack!" Horn gave an order to the lieutenant commander beside him, "Immediately send someone back to Fyne County to find the little lord, he should know that Fyne County's bombardment position is Where—we need heavy fire support!"

(End of this chapter)