In fact, they launched a tentative attack two days ago, and the result was that both the Kriegs and the Kadians paid a huge price, but there was no progress. If Cried had not repeatedly insisted on suspending the attack, the Kriegs might have paid their lives meaninglessly.
The death of every soldier made Cried feel sad, but Quellermo seemed to turn a blind eye to it.
"If the war zone commander wants this mountain, we are the ones who seize it and make an attack time."
"We need to think about a countermeasure that a reckless attack will only ruin more lives, or we can apply for Space Marine assistance from the War Zone Commander."
"There are too few space warriors, and they are precious and must be used to guard against heretic enemies, rather than wasting them on such battlefields that we can handle on our own."
"The lives of soldiers are also precious."
Quellermo did not answer, and the raindrops slapped steadily on the officers Kriegers' hats and shoulders, but Creed could feel the other party constantly looking at him with scrutiny eyes.
"Captain Creed, in view of any young idealism you may have adhered to, I must say something, and although it may sound offensive to you, you must remain objective and give the life of your soldiers the proper value, and the duty of our officers is to bear the necessary burden of our class, we are born for command, and soldiers are born to die for the service of the divine will, and to understand this from the very beginning, that any cowardice in behavior and will only affect our judgment."
Creed's reaction was completely different.
“There are no cowards here.”
He pointed to the muddy basin, where more than three hundred Cadian soldiers from the Eighth Regiment were lying.
"If you have to say that, then we living people, including you and me, are cowards, because in your concept, the dead are heroes, right? I may not have been in the army for many years. You are not as good as General Quellermo, nor are you. But I have fought for more than ten years, from soldiers to squad leaders to company commanders, at least one thing is that your life is important, and the lives of others are important, and life should not be squandered at will."
Quellermo Shamari stared at Creed and neighed after a long time:
"So, what's your plan."
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"Be careful, don't fall."
Creed's men did not have any easier time climbing the east side of the hacksaw. The steep cliffs, sharp rocks and tangled razor wire were bad enough, but whenever the young leader sent someone to cut the barricade, he would scream in pain, because another man died or was seriously injured.
We have already gone very far, and Creed thought so, and in fact he also expected that the other party would agree to his bold plan.
Simply put, the main forces of the two regiments launched a feint attack on the west side, and Creed personally led his men to climb from the steep east side, and then deployed hot melt bombs at the angle between the west and south side of the enemy fortress.
As for why this position is, first of all, according to the engineers, this position belongs to a structural support point. Because the area on the mountain is not enough, the entire foundation cannot be deployed on the mountain when building the fortress. This part can only be extended with steel and concrete, forming such an angle. Another point is that according to the previous results of the scout's approach scan, the temperature nearby is at least ten degrees higher than the surrounding temperature. Therefore, Creed speculated that under the foundation behind the wall, it should be a power generation center or energy storage device of the fortress. No matter what it is, as long as it can cause damage, it can cause huge interference to the fortress's defense.
The only problem is that the terrain of the Dongpo is steep and there is little shelter, so it is impossible for the large army to pass, so Creed decided to personally lead the commando team composed of elite veterans and engineers.
At this time, more than one hundred of them were less than one hundred meters away from the fortress, but what was bad was that they seemed to have been discovered.
Failure was like a slow claw slowly clenching his heart, and every loss twisted his internal organs tighter and tighter. He seemed to be able to keenly feel every death, every howl of pain - these people followed his leadership, relying on him, and the orders they obeyed came from him.
Then, naturally, their deaths also originated from him.
Emperor, how can I prevent them from being massacred while still doing my duty?
Is it really like the Kriegs said, it seems... impossible?
Are they right after all? Is he an idealistic fool?
Unfortunately, no one can answer his question.
The only answer was the gunfire from further up the mountain, followed by the earth-shaking roar of the castle-range artillery.
On the gentle slope on the west side, a huge fountain of soil and flames exploded majestically into the air. The enemy was shelling the Kriegs and the main force of the Kadian who were launching the attack - the Eighth Regiment is now led by the political commissar.
Although the battle was lively there, the enemies here also felt the danger.
bite!
Suddenly, the bullet of a logger bounced back to the rock beside Creed, almost rubbing his forehead and flew past, and he immediately lay flat on the cold and wet surface.
"The Holy Throne!"
He spat, and the guard beside him, Jalan Kyle, immediately stood up from the cover, fought back, and then squatted down.
"Be careful with yourself, sir, those bastards will be keen to kill anyone with rank."
At this time, through the communication beads in his ear, Creed heard his correspondent greet him on the command channel.
"News from the regiment command, sir."
"Let's listen to it."
"The attack on the west side has been launched on time, and the enemy has begun to divert attention."
"Okay, then we have to work."
"damn it!"
Suddenly Jalan Kyle roared, holding down Creed and leaning down to roll under the boulder closest to the two, and then bullets from the loggerhead gushed out of the rain-splashed castle wall.
"Sir, why do I feel...this defense doesn't seem to be reduced much by the frontal attack."
Jalan's words gave Creed a headache, but it was indeed true.
The fortress stood above them, evil, dark, full of threat, like a huge demon, with the lights above it being its countless eyes.
And it is not built to guard certain important facilities or cities, it is built for a single purpose - resist attacks and kill as many attackers as possible.
Cried was a little nervous. He was sure that the Kriegers' offensive was fierce enough, which would shift the enemy's defense focus to the west, but the enemy seemed to have deployed their strength here.
Is the enemy garrison much larger than expected?
But in either case, before the attack, Cried had promised the Kriegers that they would break the wall and kill the enemy's power system when the attack was launched.
"Fire Support Team."
He said in a communication:
Chapter completed!