"Hurry up, hurry up, you trash! Pay attention to the queue and don't run around!"
Sitting in an old jeep with a paint-lost paint, Vicente, wearing a shabby military cap, ran a loud voice and made a crazy output at the soldiers scattered in the queue outside the car.
Faced with the saliva flying invisibly, the young soldiers on their faces responded weakly, and then continued to squeeze in a mess.
Similar scenes are happening around.
If you look down from the sky, along a simple cement road that was cultivated among the hills, a chaotic and extremely large queue is pulling out an extremely long snake.
There is no doubt that this is the National Salvation Army unit that leaves the old nest and is about to attack the Twilight Army.
There are more than ten thousand people, and they look like they are boundless.
Some soldiers who are "bathing in the natural fragrance" can obviously be regarded as an inconspicuous part of the huge army, just like a piece of the body on a centipede, moving forward with the overall surge.
The core of ensuring that this body will not suddenly disintegrate is a lower-level officer named Vicente.
It has to be said that Vicente, who has just recently won the title of "The Oldest Company Commander of the National Salvation Army", has obviously mastered the method of effectively "training" soldiers.
When he found that the queue was roaring, there were signs of continuing to sheep. He snorted coldly, got off the slow off-road vehicle, and then randomly selected a lucky soldier and gave him a whip.
While sucking, he greeted the other ancestor loudly.
The poor chicken who was killed couldn't help but let out a burst of wail, but the effect was naturally excellent, making the "body" that had already begun to disperse become solid again in an instant.
"A bunch of bad bones!"
Spit, Vicente sat back into the jeep, then picked up the command notice that had been curled up at hand, and continued his previously interrupted thoughts.
"This time the enemy... are those religious madmen called the Twilight Army in the west? I heard that these guys are not only particularly capable of fighting, but also suspected of mastering some special forces beyond imagination. It seems to be a bit difficult to fight..."
Thinking of this, Vicente couldn't help but tickled.
To be honest, although it is not clear what the bosses above are thinking, as a lower-level officer, Vicente is actually not optimistic about this extremely hasty dispatch of troops.
Although he was still just an ordinary company commander after ten years of hard work, he believed that his sense of war, especially danger, was much better than those so-called generals.
After all, no matter what, it is not something that ordinary people can do.
And now, he feels very bad.
"After seizing the Giant Bone City, the national rescue army's strength seemed to have expanded, but the nearly 10,000 new recruits he had absorbed had not undergone any training. Not to mention combat effectiveness, the word cannon fodder is considered to be a compliment to them."
"The veterans were too many casualties and were diluted by the new recruits. The army's real combat effectiveness did not increase but decreased. Not to mention that many new recruits who were arrested even had a grudge against the National Rescue Army."
"In this case, if you don't take a rest and take a quick rest, and hurry up and digest the achievements, and continue to attack the powerful enemies in the distance. This is really..."
He glanced at the 40th or 50th garbage recruits outside the car who had just added last week, and thought about what he heard when he was drinking with his colleagues two days ago. He couldn't help but wrinkle even more.
Frowning.
"I can only pray that the enemy is not as difficult as the rumors. Otherwise, this time I would have to kill and injured a bunch of people first, just like the beginning of attacking Giant Bone City."
He will never forget what a bloody battle it was.
The massive heavy machine guns and cannons set up on the heavy city walls create terrifying nets of death in the flames.
As the pioneers, the Second and Third Regiments collapsed due to excessive casualties in just a few days. It is said that the average mortality rate is finally estimated to be more than 30%!
If the situation is the same again this time, no matter whether the National Salvation Army can win in the end, he will be in a very dangerous situation once again.
"We can't continue like this anymore. We have to find some ways to get a position back, or... might as well take advantage of this opportunity to transfer to the logistics department?"
When Vicente thought of giving gifts to his greedy team leader for his life, he couldn't help but cover his heart with pain.
Although he is really poor, he has been scattered over the years and is really poor!
Just as Vicente was struggling with what to choose, the Twilight Army he was thinking about had actually quietly come to him.
"Is the first batch of troops expected to be about 15,000 to 20,000? It is basically consistent with the information sent back by the secret son buried in the National Salvation Army."
Barr, who was far away from the top of a hill on the main road, lay on the ground and hid among the trees, held a telescope and stared silently at the enemies who had no warning at all.
This is actually normal.
After all, logic is the reason why the unit sent by the National Salvation Army has not actually left its territory, and at most it has just arrived near the "Border Line".
The actual control area of the Twilight Army is even more armed with two places across this place.
No matter what you think, you should not encounter enemies.
However, everything "should be like this", in the face of the unreasonable individual quality of the Twilight Army and the more unscientific shadow, it is no different from waste paper.
The Twilight bosses said that I am playing beyond the norm.
Of course, this is actually bullying the National Salvation Army without satellites or many aircraft, and its reconnaissance capabilities are the same as paper-based ones.
If it were major powers, the skeleton mages would definitely not dare to play like this, at least they would have to find some real jungle.
In addition, the Twilight Army's 1,000-man troops carry more firepower than the five regiments on the other side, and can rely on the transmission of additional ammunition and other supplies.
With such an innate advantage, I don’t find a way to attack and ambush, and I feel sorry for the "Naring Fire Body Forging Method" given by the great god.
so…
"For the great Twilight God, attack!"
After confirming that most of the enemies had entered the booking area, Barr immediately smiled grimly, his big hand suddenly raised, and suddenly, there was a continuous roar throughout the sky!
Whoosh...boom!!!
"Enemy attack!"
The fierce roar and scream instantly interrupted the thoughts of a company commander.
"This sound...bombardment?!"
With his head buzzing, Vicente rushed out of the car without hesitation and rushed straight to the weeds beside the simple cement road.
Not long after he left the main road, a shell falling from the sky happened to land next to the jeep, lifting the car and the confused driver!
There is no doubt that more than 80 mortars and various rocket launchers were continuously bombarded, causing the long marching force of the national rescue army to be cut off in half in an instant, and the transportation trucks that were being paid attention to were even named one by one.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely dense rain of bullets began to pour down from all directions.
Hundreds of long chains sprayed by heavy machine guns were like death sickles. In the midst of confusion and fear, countless new recruits instantly turned into headless flies running all over the ground.
Well, it may be really headless.
"Damn it, where did this enemy come from? How could the firepower be so strong? Are we surrounded by a division?!"
Vicente lay in the grass, watching his regiment commander's imported bulletproof military jeep being bombed into the sky.
Immediately afterwards, two death light curtains crossed the front, directly sweeping down dozens of unlucky guys under his command. The splashing blood instantly gathered into a scarlet stream.
He bit his lips tightly, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!!"
"Company Commander, the enemy's firepower is too fierce, what should we do!"
The second platoon leader rushed to Vicente in tears, trying to get guidance from the boss who was said to be able to save his life.
Even... he took the lead in secretly laughing at the famous coward company commander before.
Unfortunately, Vicente has no time to take care of this newly arrived subordinate.
Holding his head, regardless of the damage from weeds and gravels, he rolled deeper into the bushes, his movements were so skillful that it made people feel distressed.
"If you don't want to die, just run away from the road and the crowd! We will definitely lose this time!"
Perhaps out of last pity, Vicente gave his last advice to his stunned subordinates.