"Sand, sand, sand..."

The sound of shoe soles rubbing against the sand came from outside. Everyone in the room held their breath, and the knuckles holding the guns turned white. The enemy was close at hand, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Time became extremely long, as if a century had passed, and the footsteps outside finally faded away.

The veteran looked left and right, raised his hand, and was about to make an attack gesture when suddenly there was a gunshot from outside, which made his body tremble and his movements froze. Then gunfire broke out, and the opponent seemed to have encountered other troops.

"Listen to my slogan and prepare to attack!" the veteran said.

"Wait a minute!" The little crew chief who was hiding by the window using a broken mirror to look outside quickly stopped him, "There's a sand camel behind us!"

"Let me take a look." The veteran leaned under the window, took the small flat-top mirror, and looked outside.

Through the reflection of the mirror, he saw a wing-shaped mecha not far away. The iron wings shone brightly in the sun, and the dark cluster gun barrels under the wings emitted a cold light.

Sand Ostrich, a lightweight wing-shaped mecha, is Ryukawa Industries' leading product. It is equipped with four large-caliber Vulcan cannons and has extremely fierce firepower. It is a veritable infantry killer.

"We must kill it first, otherwise we will be beaten into a pulp in just three seconds." Xiao Pingtou said.

The veteran nodded, "Take out the grenade."

Following what the veteran said, everyone took off the grenades from their armed belts and held them in their hands.

"Wait for it to fire."

A few seconds later, a sharp "wuwuwu" sound came from outside. It was the sound of airflow when the Vulcan cannon rotated at high speed, followed by the roar of gunfire.

"It's now!"

Everyone opened the clasps at the same time, stepped out of the bunker, and threw grenades at the sand camel more than ten meters away.

Five grenades arced in the air, bounced a few times on the ground, and rolled to the feet of the mechanical legs.

"Boom boom boom!"

The grenades exploded one after another, and one of the sand camel's mechanical legs was blown off. The body tilted and fell to the ground. The Vulcan cannon was still turning, shooting a hail of bullets into the sky.

"beat!"

Throwing the grenades, the five men raised their guns at the same time and shot at the Silver Claw soldier who had his back turned to them.

The bullet shot out at an angle, sending the Silver Claw soldiers who were caught off guard rolling all over the ground.

"There's someone behind you!" "Fighting soldier!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two figures rushed out from the Silver Claw soldiers, covered with blue light, and rushed towards them.

"Don't let them get close!"

The veteran shouted, and everyone concentrated their firepower. The bullet hit one of the combat soldiers, causing large amounts of star sand to appear all over his body. His steps were hindered and his speed slowed down a bit.

Another combat soldier ran quickly and was in front of him in a blink of an eye.

"I'm here to meet you!" The combat soldier among the five members of the expeditionary force spat, dropped his assault rifle, and rushed towards the other party. The two men instantly struggled with each other, rolling on the ground, and kept stabbing each other with the daggers in their hands.

"Ignore them, concentrate your firepower and eliminate the shooters!" the veteran roared, firing continuously at the enemy shooters whose backs were turned to them. These people had no armor or psychic armor, and could be eliminated with just a few bullets.

"They are surrounded, hit me hard!" Seeing friendly forces appearing in the rear, the soldiers of the expeditionary force in the front rushed out of their bunkers and fired fiercely at the enemy.

The Silver Claw soldiers were attacked from both sides and had no bunker protection, so they were at a great disadvantage. However, they were not ordinary soldiers, they were the elite of Silver Claw. They were well-trained and well-equipped. Even in such a desperate situation, they still did not fall into chaos and dispersed in an orderly manner.

Come and fight back against the defenders.

"Fight them!" "Whoa, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

People kept falling down around them, and both sides were furious. The two Silver Claw Art6s were fully powered and rushed towards the building under fire. The bullets grazed the steel armor and created bright sparks.

When they rushed to the building occupied by the expeditionary force, they turned their guns and were about to fire inside when an enemy Art6 fired from the corner of the street. The distance between the two sides was less than three meters.

The black muzzle was facing them. The two pilots were horrified. At the same time, they pushed the control lever to the limit and evaded to both sides.

"boom!"

The artillery exploded immediately, directly hitting the opposite mecha and blowing a big hole in the cockpit. The pilot inside was blown to pieces on the spot, then the fuel tank exploded and the shell exploded.

Due to the close distance, the high-temperature flames instantly engulfed the three mechas. The mechas loaded with shells and fuel were themselves mobile bombs. Under the high temperature, the fuel tanks and ammunition were detonated, and the two mechas caused a larger explosion.

Several nearby buildings that were affected collapsed.

The three mechas died together, and the defenders inside were buried in concrete blocks. It was an indescribable tragedy.

"Kill!" "Death, all of them die!"

Finally, after more than ten minutes of fierce fighting, the expeditionary force completely wiped out three Silver Claw squads, including thirty-three ordinary shooters, three combat soldiers, two Art6s and a Sand Camel.

Although the expeditionary force had a geographical advantage, it also sacrificed more than a dozen lives and an Art6.

Looking at the desolate battlefield, Xiao Pingtou lit a cigarette, took a puff, and put it into the mouth of the veteran beside him.

The veteran next to him was leaning on his shoulder, as if he was asleep, but the blood hole on his helmet was bleeding red and white.

It was quiet all around, as if there was only the lingering smell of blood.

After an unknown amount of time, new mechas and soldiers appeared at a distant street intersection, and the number was despairing.

The boy wiped the black ash from his face, exhaled a sigh of relief, and said to the veteran, "Brother, we are going home."

Brutal battles take place everywhere on the battlefield. Both the attacker and the defender are fighting bloody battles and using their lives to shake the battle line.

When night fell, most of the expeditionary force lost their former companions. After more than sixty-five hours of continuous fighting, the psychological load of the soldiers had reached the limit. Huge despair enveloped the army, and some people kept going crazy and hysterically.

He screamed and was executed by the military police.

"Six more hours, just six hours..."

Viscount Ramon stared blankly at the jumping numbers on the black watch. He had never felt that time was so long, as if every second passed was like half a century.

In the silent darkness, masses of black mist emerged from the ground and turned into assassins holding sharp knives.

They brought more despair and madness to this desperate night. By daybreak, the defenders of White Copper Town were less than one-fifth of what they were when they first arrived.

News of the retreat finally came from the neighboring Wildcat Town. The soldiers refreshed their spirits, quickly packed up their things, and left from the rear.

However, not everyone received the order to retreat, and there were still some wounded soldiers who could not be evacuated and soldiers who stayed behind to break up the rear. It was impossible for the Red Dragon soldiers to retreat without a fight and surrender their position to others.

The wounded soldiers were given a blasting grenade, and the soldiers responsible for cutting off the rear only had a small amount of ammunition.

"Your names will be remembered in the glorious place of the Red Dragon, and you will enjoy eternal respect and admiration."

As the commander of the left army, Viscount Ramon personally went to the front line to meet these soldiers who were preparing to die for their country. The Red Country is a martial artist, and dying in battle is the lifelong ambition of many people. Although there are regrets and reluctance, as long as you die well, your life will be better.

It's worth it.

After the troops of the Left Army withdrew from Yemao and Baotong Town, they moved towards Dada Town.

Halfway through, Viscount Ramon suddenly ordered a change of route and moved to the northwest where the Second Red Dragon Army was stationed.

"Legion Commander, what are you..." Baron Prader brought several barons from the edge of the Northern Wilderness to Viscount Ramon and expressed doubts and confusion about the diversion.

"We have paid enough price, it is time to withdraw from the battlefield." Viscount Ramon said calmly.

"Is this an order from the acting commander-in-chief?" Baron Prader asked.

Viscount Ramon was silent for a while and said frankly, "No."

Baron Prader and several barons from the Northern Wilderness Town changed their expressions at the same time, "Did we hear correctly, Viscount Ramon, this is an act of desertion!"

"No, they are not deserters." Viscount Ramon denied, "We are just retreating normally." He glanced at the barons, slowed down his voice, and said meaningfully, "I accepted the order of the eldest princess."

"Elder Princess? Are you referring to Her Highness Lacey Maris?" asked a baron from the edge town of the Northern Wilderness.

"Exactly!" Viscount Ramon said leisurely, stroking his goatee.

Upon hearing the order from the eldest princess, the barons couldn't help but look happy. The eldest princess's thighs were much thicker than Chen Xing's.

"She really wants us to retreat?" "Yes, as soon as we arrive at the Second Army's station, she will immediately issue an order to us and send it to the military headquarters to complete the procedures."

"In this case, we are members of the Second Army?" "That's right!"

Everyone was chatting enthusiastically, but Baron Prader's face became colder and colder, and he reminded, "Don't forget, we are still members of the expeditionary force."

"Don't forget that you are a subject of the Red Dragon and a vassal of the Maris royal family!" Viscount Ramon said, raising his voice.

"I swear, this is the dirtiest betrayal I have ever seen!" Baron Prader said with suppressed anger. Although they belong to the same country, he is no less loyal to the Maris royal family than the other party, but this is the army.

The military has military regulations and the state has national laws. The nature of betrayal will not change based on any position.

As a noble nobleman, he could not accept such betrayal.

Viscount Ramon knew that he was in the wrong, so he put away his strong attitude and said seriously, "Why don't I want to be like you and abide by the loyalty of a soldier?"

"However, our supreme commander has not appeared for many days."

"The acting commander-in-chief's order is confusing. Even though he can't keep it, he still refuses to give up."

"I have already lost four-fifths of my subordinates, and I don't want to lose more." Viscount Ramon looked sad, "Especially now, holding on without knowing it, and burying him without knowing..."

"Viscount Ramon, I can personally feel your grief. In the last war, I lost a son, and in today's battle, I also lost many old friends..." At this point, Prad

The baron shed tears, and several other barons from Northern Wilderness Edge Town were saddened by the scene and wiped their eyes.

"so……"

"There is no such thing, this is just what a soldier should do!"
To be continued...