The battlefield in Ironforge has begun to become chaotic, the battle lines have begun to become blurred, and some places have begun to appear crisscrossed.
A Dornish soldier wearing alternative clothing breathed into his hands in an attempt to warm himself up. He was wearing civilian clothes with crumpled newspapers stuffed inside.
This method can allow him to preserve some body temperature and avoid being directly frozen to death in cold weather. Even so, he can only fight in the house because it is too cold outside.
It has snowed twice in Ironforge. The Dornish soldiers from the southern part of the Eastern Continent have never seen such a scene.
Most of them have never seen such a snowy scene in their lives, and most of them have never touched snow. In fact, because of poverty, they have never even seen artificial ice: those ice creams and the like,
In their perception, they are all legends.
Now, these Dornish soldiers miss their hometown very much: at least there, the poor can buy two less expensive cotton-padded jackets, so that they can save a lot of money.
Wearing a leather hat on his head, this Dornish soldier was in pretty good shape. At least he found the hat, which at least made his ears feel warm.
It no longer matters whether he found the hat from a corpse or a living head. It is no secret that Dornish soldiers openly looted Ironforge.
Anyway, they are just guest troops, so they don’t need to care about word of mouth. The supplies they are short of should be the responsibility of the Ice Empire. If the Ice Empire doesn’t provide them, they have no other choice.
"Across the street, over there... I heard that it has been lost." A Dornish officer came over wearing an ill-fitting coat. Without being exposed to the window, he found a place out of the wind and lit a cigarette.
His coat was sent from the elves. The Ice Empire at least ensured the supply of cotton clothes for Dornish officers above the battalion level... Although these clothes were given by the elves, at least the dwarves gave them to the Dornish army.
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"The dwarves are stationed there, sir." The soldier on guard was already extremely cold, but he still stopped shivering and saluted his superior with a military salute.
In fact, Dorne's reinforcements are not very friendly to the dwarf troops in Ironforge. It can even be said that both sides are really full of hostility.
First of all, on the matter of robbing civilians, everyone caused a lot of trouble because of their respective positions and uneven distribution of the spoils.
On the one hand, the dwarf troops also plundered their own civilians. They also wanted food and clothing, so Dorn's troops plundered some of them, while the dwarves lost some. Naturally, the two sides disliked each other.
On the other hand, some more conscientious dwarf troops were very dissatisfied when they saw the humans of Dorne looting the city. In their view, those civilians were their own people, and they could not stop people from bullying them like this.
This in itself tarnishes the honor of the military.
Dorne is actually suffering a lot: On the one hand, it is embarrassing enough to loot and solve the supply problem of clothes. On the other hand, there are also complaints about the defense areas and the distribution of combat supplies.
In the eyes of Dorne's officers, the dwarves gave them the most difficult line of defense: the Tang army was extremely powerful, and they were beaten to shame... Of course they could not think that the entire battlefield was in this state, so they subjectively took responsibility
They were all passed on to the dwarves.
When it comes to getting ammunition supplies, it's even more difficult to say: Dorne's cannonballs and ammunition cannot of course be transported from Dorne, so theoretically they can only rely on the dwarves.
But the dwarves don't have much production capacity anymore. They even have problems with their own ammunition supply, and they can't even take care of Dorne.
So Dorne could only change equipment and weapons while fighting, and replace the firearms with elven standard equipment that made it easier to obtain ammunition. As a result, there was a conflict with the dwarves over the equipment and supplies.
In short, it can be said that the two sides are currently fighting each other and not cooperating very much.
"Now it's our turn. It is estimated that the other side may attack tonight." Commander Dorn, who has long been accustomed to this rhythm, reminded him while smoking: "Stay away from the window, I have never seen the snipers of the Tang Army.
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His old leader, the previous battalion commander of this battalion, was shot in the head and died while inspecting the position. Now that he has been temporarily promoted to battalion commander, he naturally has to be doubly careful.
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The soldier's face turned pale, and he quickly took another step back and hid in a relatively safe place. The sniper of the Tang Empire was the shadow of a famous tree. Who wouldn't be nervous when he heard that?
"It's okay to change positions...or find a corner with a good view to hide...I'm leaving, be careful." The battalion commander had also participated in battles in the past, so he still had some experience. He explained two things
After a few words, he left the guard post.
The entire battalion has been fighting until now, with only more than 200 people left. He, the temporarily promoted battalion commander, is actually no different from the company commander.
He walked downstairs along the dusty stairs and looked at the machine gun position hidden on the first floor. He finally finished smoking the cigarette in his mouth. He stamped out the cigarette butt and sighed with emotion. The battalion commander never
Later, I left the building and walked into the snowy alley.
That was his last cigarette. If he wanted to smoke again, he would have to wait for the supplies to arrive. But he didn’t know when the supplies would arrive. Once the craving for cigarettes was over, he had to endure it. That’s why he just sighed.
But he is an old smoker.
Almost all the people here are old smokers, and cigarettes may be their only solace on the battlefield. Without this thing, they can't imagine how they can survive in the hail of bullets.
Next door, in another building, a few dwarves opened a large black wooden box. This was the supply they were waiting for, and they didn't know what was inside.
The two officers looked at the medicine in the box with bitter expressions on their faces: This is "Black Crow", I heard it is a miracle medicine...
They had been waiting for so long, waiting for life-saving bandages, tourniquets and anti-inflammatory drugs, waiting for bullets, grenades and rocket launchers, waiting for cotton-padded clothes, socks, quilts and tents... But they never expected that what they were waiting for in the end was such stuff.
"This is not what we want at all." An officer complained irritably.
"At least, it will save the soldiers from complaining about their addiction to cigarettes." Another officer complained disdainfully: "Let them eat some, and they will stop dozing off."
