"Medical soldier! Medical soldier! Someone is injured!" Behind the Tang Army's armored vehicle, a soldier rushed over to check on his fallen comrades. He shouted anxiously, calling for doctors to come and help.
After confirming the presence of a sniper, the Tang Army's armored vehicles launched and stood in front of the hit soldier.
After a brief exchange of fire, the sound of a grenade explosion was heard in the distance, the dust raised gradually fell, and the entire battlefield returned to silence.
The medical soldier holding the medical box quickly ran to the location of the accident. He almost rushed to the fallen soldier with a sliding shovel: "The location where he was shot!"
"Chest, I think I might die..." the soldier who fell to the ground replied angrily. Then he saw his comrades gathered around him, each one looking down at him in horror.
"Get out of the way! It's easy for him to become hypoxic if you do this." The medical soldier raised his head and scolded, making everyone take two steps back.
There were still half-eaten cans and self-heating food on the ground. After hearing the gunshots, the Tang Army soldiers threw away these things and hid behind the bunker one by one, crawling around.
This is almost a subconscious reaction. They have no habit of protecting food. The first survival rule they learn on the battlefield is to throw away anything they can as soon as possible when escaping.
"The bullet penetrated the tactical vest! I didn't see any blood... It was stuck on the bulletproof insert... It almost penetrated... Wait, there is blood..." The medic checked the tactical vest of the soldier who was shot.
, I saw a bulletproof insert made of Kevlar material inside.
This thing is used to protect the torso of soldiers, similar to ancient breastplates. But obviously, this thing is more effective than an iron plate.
After tearing open the bulletproof vest, the inside of the uniform was indeed stained red with blood, about the size of an eyeglass lens. The bullet still caused some damage to the unlucky soldier.
"The warhead shattered the bulletproof plate, but you are really lucky. It only penetrated your bulletproof vest and caused you some skin trauma." The medic breathed a sigh of relief, and then pressed the button with his hand.
Soldier's wounds.
"Hiss...ah!" The soldier suddenly became energetic, and the pain made his expression a little distorted: "It hurts! It hurts!"
"The ribs are broken... Congratulations, you can go back to the rear for treatment." The medic said as he began to treat his wounds.
"It's okay! Old Wang can't die!" the platoon leader waved his hand in the distance and shouted loudly. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to discuss the lunatic from Qin who had just fired.
"Isn't it okay to surrender? We want to attack by surprise." A soldier held a rifle and complained with disgust on his face.
"Isn't that right? We treat the prisoners so well and give them food..." Another soldier said as he put the helmet on his head.
He had taken it off while eating before, but it seemed safer to wear it now. The hatch on the turret of the armored vehicle was opened, and the commander poked his head out again.
"Continue to rest! The order we received is to stay where we are! Set up guard posts! Lao Fang! Lao Fang! Send people to check all the surrounding places. I don't want what just happened to happen again." The company commander shouted loudly next to the jeep,
After receiving the order, the platoon leader named Fang nodded, indicating that he had heard it.
Then, he selected a few people and took a few soldiers with them to carefully inspect the surrounding ruins. They needed to confirm that there would be no more enemies around them, so that everyone would feel more at ease when stationed here at night.
There are corpses everywhere on the ground, as well as some broken furniture, and collapsed buildings. It is not easy to check every corner here, which is one of the reasons why street fighting is difficult.
They had checked before, but unfortunately they still missed a Qin soldier like Tuesday Dog. This time they could only be more careful to avoid making any mistakes again.
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In the dilapidated building, Liu Zhi'an looked at a room full of wounded soldiers, feeling indescribable. He had been defending Huaishan for half a month. In this half month, the Qin army's losses had reached tens of thousands.
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These soldiers were all descendants of the Qin State. The loss of each one made Liu Zhi'an sad, but he had to let them continue to fight, because only in this way could the Qin State continue to exist in this world.
Thousands of people were killed every day, and thousands of people were seriously injured every day. The Qin army's ammunition was consumed very quickly, because most of the ammunition was discarded on the position.
The Tang army's new tactics made the Qin army very uncomfortable. A large number of troops were scurrying around the city like headless flies, but they rarely got the chance to fight back.
It's as if... the Tang army is the master of this city, they are the guerrillas, and the Qin army is just a group of unlucky guys fighting away from home.
However, he still achieved his goal, because he trained some veterans in Huaishan, and these veterans accumulated some combat experience in street fighting, and Liu Zhian resolutely transferred these soldiers who had experienced war from the front line.
That's right, he transferred all these soldiers back to Shushan City, where he was preparing to fight the Tang army to the death, and Huaishan... was just his training ground.
The good news is that after seeing the Tang Army's rocket launcher, the Qin Army also made a poor imitation. Although the power of this individual rocket launcher was much smaller than that used by the Tang Army, it did increase the Qin Army's individual firepower.
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In the street fighting in Huaishan, the Qin army used this imitation rocket launcher for the first time. Its actual combat performance was truly amazing. At least 30 people from the Tang army died from this large two-kick...
"General!" A lightly wounded man saw Liu Zhian and quickly stood up and saluted. Liu Zhian motioned to the other party not to be so reserved, and then walked out of the bunker with his adjutant.
"How many more people have been transferred?" Liu Zhian asked the adjutant who was following him, looking at the sky in the distance that was dyed gray by gunpowder smoke.
The adjutant immediately replied: "About 1,000 people were taken away today. Any more may cause the army to collapse."
"Take your time, don't rush. We have to hold on here for at least 10 days. Ten days is 10,000 people. Plus the 15,000 people who were taken away before, and the thousands of people who retreated when Huaishan collapsed, there will be 10,000 people in Shushan."
Nearly 30,000 veterans can fight." Liu Zhian did a simple math problem.
He was very satisfied with this number, because at least when he lost a large number of new soldiers, he had accumulated some useful "non-commissioned officers" for Qin.
