"Stop talking nonsense. If we have this time, we might as well shovel the damn snow away. If we don't clean it today, the snow will freeze together tomorrow and we will have to dig it out!" the artillery platoon leader interrupted!
Even if the soldiers complained, he had nothing to do. Of course the engineers could do something, but the number of engineers was too small.
Now the engineers are complaining day by day. All the facilities in the base need maintenance. Under the influence of this kind of ghost thing, many facilities must be maintained every day. Otherwise, in a few days, these facilities will be destroyed.
A big problem will arise, which will cause them to work intensively every day.
The artilleryman roared, jumped into the snow, waved the shovel with both hands, and threw all the snow in the artillery trench outside. The artillerymen on the side also shook their heads. If it had been two days ago, they would not have been killed.
If you dare to play like this, in order to quickly respond to the need for shelling, they have piled a lot of artillery shells below. If you swing the shovel like this, it will not be fun if it hits the wrong place.
"Here we come!" Other infantry companies on the position saw that their artillery was about to be buried alive. They immediately ran over with tools. At the same time, there were many peacekeeping infantry behind them, carrying dead wood one by one.
ran over, which made the artillerymen look at each other curiously.
"Don't count on the steel turret now. Engineers are having a headache right now. We can add a wooden fence to you, which can at least block a little bit of wind and snow. When you fire, just knock down the fence and it won't affect you."
What?" A squad leader explained excitedly and loudly to the artillerymen.
"Great, why didn't we think of your solution? It's so exhausting!" The artillerymen looked at each other and slapped their thighs. Why didn't they think of such a simple solution? When they thought of this, they regretted it.
, he immediately climbed up with various tools and set up a simple wooden fence first.
Several soldiers looked at the ruins around them with vigilance. Suddenly their feet slipped and several of them fell to the ground. Other comrades saw this and walked over one after another. None of them could stand still and they all rolled into a ball. "Ah! Don't press on me."
I'm going to kill you!" shouted the mobilization soldiers at the bottom.
"No, the burning fire arrows have baked all the snow into ice cubes. Let alone people, even the sickle walking mecha has difficulty walking on it." A platoon leader looked back and saw that the entire street was now above it.
, there were shiny ice cubes everywhere, and it was very difficult for the soldiers to walk on it. They fell down a dozen times before they even walked a hundred meters.
"Click! Click! Squeak! Squeak!" The sickle walking mecha also faced the most difficult walking moment in its life. A sickle walking mecha had just trampled a piece of skating. Before the driver could stabilize the mecha, it kicked again.
He stepped on another slide and crashed into the ruins on the spot. The snow on the ruins almost buried him alive.
"Offensive troops, how are you doing?" The engineers at the command headquarters also quickly discovered something was wrong. The soldiers were moving too slowly. It used to only take ten minutes to pass through the streets, but now it took nearly half an hour, and they were still basically in the same place.
Rolling around, this made them realize a problem.
"Headquarters, we request to stop the attack. It is very difficult for us to march. There are ice skates everywhere on the ground. It is very difficult for us to walk and we cannot fight!" The various assault troops were scattered and all requested to stop the attack. They could not even walk steadily.
Okay, how are you going to fight like this? The person will fall down as soon as he shoots.
"Agreed, evacuate immediately!" the headquarters issued the order. As for why a group of engineers were taking command, it was not because Jiang Ziling was a poor man himself and had no money to afford a serious military commander, so he had to drag a group of engineers to come.
Command, of course, the current role of the headquarters is to make decisions on how to fight, and the platoon and company commanders below should direct the battle.
"Retreat!" The soldiers decisively began to retreat. They could not even stand stably. When walking back, the soldiers still slipped and fell to the ground from time to time. The soldiers simply did not stand up and just crawled over. Sickle Walking Machine
Person A simply took a step forward and jumped a little, and the driver and others simply gave up the idea of walking back.
In the darkness, inside the ruins, for the soldiers to unite to suppress the living space, the radiation rats seemed to have seen an opportunity and regrouped frantically. Their eyes were red and they saw the snow in the distance. This was their cover. As long as they got in, they would
It's absolutely safe. Human cannonballs are not unlimited, so they can't be wasted everywhere.
"Artillery position, there is no need to bombard, it is a waste of our ammunition!" The rocket launcher position received a new order, and the engineers took a look at the information transmitted by the fortress radar. They believed that there were not many radioactive creatures that could still exist in the mountain town.
The subsequent bombardment meant little to them.
In some dark corners of the ruins in the mountain town, you can still see traces of flames. Many radiated rats are surrounding these flames. This can be regarded as a small number of people giving gifts in winter. Of course, the price of this return gift is relatively high.
, many of our companions suffered heavy casualties due to human arson.
"Got it, we're in a bit of trouble, can you give us a little more manpower?" The artillerymen of the rocket launcher company also ran into trouble. The rocket launchers produced high-temperature flames, which baked all the nearby snow into slush.
But due to the low temperature around them, ice formed within a short time, and they were out of luck.
The artillerymen used their forks to smash the ice on the ground with all their strength. Through their efforts, the thickness of the ice on the ground had reached nearly half a meter. This made them sad, because their rocket launchers were also frozen, and they could not move the rocket launchers.
It can't be done! This is not possible. The artillerymen used various tools, forks, and hammers to hit it, and then they became soft.
"We understand. If we still have enough manpower, we will arrange personnel to carry out blasting for you." The engineers took a look at their personnel itinerary report, and they were confused. Their commander was too poor.
, resulting in the number of their engineers falling far short of the standard they had in mind, which also led to increased work pressure on them.
"Okay!" The commander of the artillery company hung up the phone and saw that the rocket launcher base had all been soaked in ice. Their tools were smashed on it, leaving only a white spot. Several artillerymen kept complaining.
Their hands were weak, and several artillerymen beside them were so tired that they sat aside, indicating that they would not work anymore.