Early in the morning of the second day of the Battle of the Ancient Mountains.

The two sides did not imagine that the fierce battle broke out when the sun jumped out of the horizon.

The Black Hawk Army burned the bodies of soldiers who died yesterday on a large scale. More than a dozen thick smoke proved the pain of the Eighth Division. After retracting nearly 10,000 remains of the 4th Brigade a few days ago, they lost another thousand people yesterday, and a standard infantry brigade organization disappeared from the establishment of the Eighth Division.

What they obtained was a broken mountain top that was ten centimeters shorter than a mountain, and a company of the kingdom people.

Moreover, they were not even found a kingdom's body, and they must have been fired by both sides in total more than 3,000 shells and bombed into ashes. The damn kingdom even blew up the back slope tunnel where they were avoiding the shells at the last moment. It was a genius mountain defense war fortification.

Although Xiao Qing did not regret his decision to attack the ancient mountain position of the Kingdom, if Xiao Qing was asked to choose the attack method again, he would not be superstitious about his artillery tactics. After seeing the fortifications of the Kingdom Army's reverse slope tunnel, Xiao Qing had already understood that artillery was not an irresistible god of war for the Kingdom people. At least in this mountain defense battle, the Kingdom people had already brought their geographical advantages to the extreme.

The one who saw off thousands of Black Hawks was a brigade of tens of thousands of Black Hawks who were about to participate in the attack on the Anwupo Pass. Watching his comrades turn into a wisp of blue smoke and dissipate into the air. The Black Hawks, who were suffering from heavy damage again, regained their courage with the accumulation of hatred.

There were even dozens of middle and lower-level officers of the Black Hawk Army at the level of lieutenant, and a white cloth strap was wrapped around their heads to express their intention to die.

As the highest commander of the Eighth Division, Xiao Qing held his lieutenant general's command knife and quietly watched the thick black smoke coming out of more than a dozen huge fires, with expressionless expression on his face.

Xiao Qing had already put down his last trace of luck. If he wanted to defeat the kingdoms stationed on the defense line in front of him, it would be impossible to care about casualties. There was only one tactic, strong attack, and continuous strong attack. He used his number of people to exchange with the kingdoms, exchanged death for death and injury for injury. He had the last two cards in his hand, and he already knew that the kingdoms' trump cards were just reverse slope tunnel tactics and ancient tools that could shoot explosive packs.

As long as the kingdoms occupy the position on the top of the mountain and gain a foothold, the kingdoms who hide in the tunnel can only become ground rats. No matter how deep they hide, they can only be dug out one by one and wiped out one by one. Perhaps the casualties will be huge, but as long as the kingdom army in front of them, it will be worth it.

Xiao Qing even felt that if this army was allowed to return to the kingdom alive, they might one day become the empire's confidant.

It has to be said that Lieutenant General Xiao Qing is worthy of being the commander of the Black Hawk Army's most elite division. He quickly understood the weaknesses of the tactics of the reverse slope tunnel, and wisely gave up his fantasy of breaking through the Anwupo Pass without too much casualties. At the same time, he also decisively understood the biggest weakness of the Independent Regiment.

Indeed, the number of independent regiments was too small. The entire defense line, plus the 28th Regiment and the 289th Regiment, was only more than 7,000. However, the Black Hawk Army and the rebels had as many as 30,000. Even if the offensive and defensive sides were converted in a 2-to-1 ratio, the Black Hawk Army could still exchange nearly half of the casualties for the entire annihilation of the Anwupo defenders.

Of course, the so-called data conversion is just the commander's calculations. The warriors themselves will always decide the situation of the battle. In fact, according to statistics after World War II, an army that can withstand 30% casualties without collapse can be called elite, and the Black Hawk Army is one of them.

In a battle, the casualty rate exceeded 60%, and the troops had lost their combat effectiveness. Surrender was allowed under foreign military regulations. Although they often surrendered at 20 to 30% of casualties. This is also the reason why the Nazi Zhouhui Kingdom established so many prisoners of war camps. If the White Bear Empire had not been defeated by the family and system, it would probably be much better than the foreign powers. After the Zhouhui Army's lightning raid on the White Bear Empire for six months, it destroyed 7 million Soviet troops, but most of them stayed in the prisoner-of-war camp and suffered torture.

On the battlefield of the kingdom, the elite Black Hawk Army also won more than loser. They defeated various kingdom armies again and again. Most kingdom armies collapsed after 20% of the casualties.

The two commanders didn't know, the senior officials who were following this battle didn't know, and the kingdoms who followed the 400 million people here through newspapers didn't know.

Perhaps, no one can know that this battle is a pure battle of death.

The powerful Black Hawk Empire swore a swearing before burning its compatriots into ashes, while the kingdoms could only look at the silent sadness in the distance.

The ancient mountain several miles away is close to you but far away. All 206 officers and soldiers from the death company died in battle there.

From the moment the radio was silent, although it was difficult for everyone to believe it, they had to accept a cruel fact that the Death Company disappeared from the Independent Corps.

Zhou Shiyu, his sixteen "deserters" and 189 bandit soldiers were killed in battle. Moreover, they could not pay tribute to their comrades like the Black Hawk Empire Army. They could only stand silently a few miles away and stare silently at the top of the mountain mixed with their comrades' flesh and blood.

"Salute." Liu Lang Muran looked back, with wind and frost on the corner of his eyes. He looked at the soldiers standing neatly behind him, and shouted.

"Swish" hundreds of officers and soldiers saluted the ancient mountain in unison. There was Cangshan with blood flowing with the comrades, and there was Cangshan that transformed into one with the comrades. That military salute was not only for Cangshan but also for himself.

If possible, they were willing to sprinkle blood on Cangshan under their feet, and they were willing to turn the flesh and blood into one with the passes built by their ancestors, just to kill all the Black Hawk Empire Army so that they could not return their armor.

"Fire the gun."

In the ten-mile line of defense, thousands of guns were fired into the sky, which was a salute for the warriors, and it was also the declaration of war by more than 7,000 soldiers of the Third Regiment on the Blackhawk Empire Army.

Come on, we're here to wait for you, using the steel gun in our hands.
Chapter completed!