"What's the matter? Tell me!" Seeing that everyone was indifferent to his "offending" behavior, Elder Muba couldn't help but feel a little angry.
The communications officer was startled by Elder Muba's shout. He thought the elder was blaming him for seeing something he shouldn't have seen. Shouldn't he oust Lila? It should have been done a long time ago. I support the elder wholeheartedly.
"Reporting to the elder, the naval guns are ready and can be fired at any time. I am here to ask for your instructions now!" The communications officer stood at attention and saluted, and reported to Elder Muba in a military manner.
"What are you asking me to do? Contact Zoric and follow his orders. He is still alive. He is the highest military commander." Elder Muba replied angrily.
"Yes!" The communications officer was stunned and turned around to leave, but he glanced at Lila who was slumped on the ground.
"Did you hear that? We have naval guns, and Mr. Huang has also intercepted most of the artillery and baggage of the Northern Army. We still have hope. We just want to ask you to speak and organize the evacuation, just in case..."
Elder Muba lowered his gun muzzle, and his tone changed from anger to persuasion.
Hearing this, the communications officer who had already walked to the door slowed down and sighed helplessly. In his mind, if Elder Muba was the chief, he would tell everyone the good news immediately through the radio.
, Elder Muba let him down again
When the naval guns opened fire, Masuari was watching from behind as the Northern Army attacked the Bushmen's fourth line of defense.
Without warning, several artillery shells fell. Some landed in the deserted wilderness, some fell in the rear of the Northern Army, and one just landed in the depression to the right of Masuari's position.
After the loud noise, Masuari was knocked to the ground by the explosive gas. His head and face seemed to have been hit by a burst of heavy punches, and were covered with hot mud.
The explosion at close range made Masuari feel swollen in both sides, his chest was tight, he felt dizzy, and his ears were screaming. Under the rescue of a few guards who were the first to react, he was taken to the back of a hillock and calmed down.
I lay there for a long time before I could catch my breath.
"What's going on?" Masuari shook his head vigorously, trying to keep his mind clear and trying to hear and see things around him clearly.
"It's a cannonball. A cannonball fell next to you." Only then did Masuari see clearly that the person standing in front of him turned out to be Dagas. Since Dagas returned to the north with the last few people, Masuali comforted him.
It seemed to have given him a lot of benefits. In fact, both of them knew that because all Dagas' men had been killed and injured, he was no longer the person Masuari worried about.
"Where are my guards? Where are they?" Looking around, he saw that there were several fewer guards who usually followed him, and the few around him looked confused and embarrassed.
"Unfortunately, two of them died and three were injured..." Dagas reported to Masuari that he is now the captain of Masuali's guard. Of course, this is just a false position with soldiers but no power.
"Where did the cannon come from? How could the Bushmen have such a large-caliber cannon?" Masuari finally came to his senses. The power of the cannonball just now was a bit unexpected.
"I think that should be a naval gun." Dagas reported calmly. Now, except for sending squads to the so-called marshal's guards, he, the captain of the guard, basically has nothing to do. Those former killer regiment soldiers now only
There are only a few left, and those who are loyal to Masuari are his personal guards. Even if Dagas wants to go over and say a few words to Masuari, it will be difficult. Today's opportunity is rare.
But Si has lost interest in talking to Masuari.
"Navy guns!" Masuari suddenly realized that he had forgotten the ships he had abandoned in Cabela Port. Now his position happened to be within the range of those naval guns. What's more terrible
Yes, I basically don’t have any weapons that I can use to talk to the other party.
"Come here, bring us a map and see where we are now." A staff officer followed over, his head and face covered with mud and grass clippings.
"22 kilometers!" After a little calculation, Masuari came up with this result that made him feel cold. In other words, he was already eight kilometers deep into the opponent's artillery range.
As if confirming the result of his judgment, the Bushmen's naval guns fired in response, and the two loyal guards suddenly pinned Masuari under him.
Boom, boom...
There was a huge explosion, and the sound of the Northern Army's attack that had been loud just now disappeared. Only this huge explosion that shook people's ears kept ringing.
Masuari, who was pinned under the two guards, could hardly breathe. The regret of failure and the regret of omission made him extremely regretful that his artillery fire and baggage were still outside the Kapa Pass, and the opponent had this.
Such overwhelming firepower, if the fight continues like this, he will still inevitably be driven out of Kapa by the Bushmen. Will he be defeated this time? But once he is defeated, can he still return to the north?
"Huh?" Masuari was lying on the ground, raising his head just in time to see Dagas condescendingly looking at him calmly, and he suddenly reacted.
The back of this hill is a natural bullet shelter. Even if the two guards are not pressing down on me, it is difficult for me to be hit by artillery fire. And the way I look now is really too inconspicuous. No wonder Dagas has that look in his eyes.
Look at yourself in disgrace!
Thinking of this, all the failures and negative emotions that had been lingering in his mind were suddenly thrown away by Masuari, and his whole body instantly regained his previous confidence and majesty. He struggled hard and immediately threw the two guards away.
Then he stood up suddenly, pretending to be brave and unafraid of death, and walked out from behind the hill to have a show of command with the northern officers and soldiers.
Unfortunately, the Bushmen's cannons did not give him this chance. Masuari just poked his head out from behind the hillock, and before he had taken a few steps, a cannonball accidentally fell into the ground not far from him.
The tank parked on a semi-sloping ground exploded! There was a loud noise, and the tank was blown to pieces. The tragic and shocking scene, coupled with the smell of gunpowder burning steel, forced Masuari to retreat repeatedly.
"Marshal, please be careful." Several loyal "guards" appeared at the right time. They stood in front of Masu Ali and looked like they were using their bodies to block shrapnel for Masu Ali.
But this time, their concern could not be exchanged for Masuari's approval: "Go away, the soldiers are bleeding on the front line, how can I stay here?"