The coalition forces pressed on the border. Infantry, tanks, and mechas were all densely packed, like a colony of marching ants in the wasteland.
The atmosphere among the defenders of the weathered rock group was solemn, and the situation was not optimistic.
Although in the previous battles, the defenders relied on the difficult terrain and superior combat power to defeat the majority with a small number, killing more than 300,000 enemy troops with a loss of 35,000, the opponent this time is no longer the cannon fodder before, but They are the elite of the coalition forces.
Although there is no real elite among the ragtag army - they can be regarded as the tallest among the dwarfs - the legions with the Gluttonous Monarch and those without the Gluttonous Monarch are not the same.
Under the general offensive, Qin Wu would definitely be waiting for the opportunity.
Currently, there are only about 90,000 defenders on the weathered rocks.
The total number of the expeditionary force is about 200,000. Excluding the logistics brigade and reserve army with low combat effectiveness, the main force is less than 150,000. Subtracting the 35,000 battle losses and the left army stationed northwest of Nolan Snow Mountain, There are less than 70,000 people left, and with the five brigades temporarily transferred from the Left Army, there are 90,000 people.
Excluding the Gluttonous Monarch, the 90,000 main force was more than enough to defend the 400,000 miscellaneous army, but it was impossible for Qin Wu not to take action.
Chen Xing's biggest shortcoming now is that he doesn't have a large Yuling that he can handle.
According to the body shape of Yuling, they are divided into five conventional types: micro, small, medium, large, and siege. There are also two unconventional types: super micro and super large.
Generally speaking, if the size difference is too big, the combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.
The Goblins are cannon fodder, the White Wolf King is a mount, and the fledgling Phoenix is a small Royal Spirit. The Gluttonous Monarch is a large Royal Spirit. Quantity alone cannot match quality.
In terms of subordinates, the Ancient War Tree of Jian Yue Canglian belongs to the renewable battle group type. Although the individual combat power is not bad, it is also a small imperial spirit, which is somewhat difficult to fight against the Gluttonous Monarch. Xiang Caidi's Fiery Bull is barely a medium-sized Yuling, with some collision capabilities, but it is still one size smaller than the Gluttonous Monarch, and its power is also more than one level behind, and its effect is very limited.
The only thing that can be done now is to find a way to hold back the Gluttonous Lord and kill the host directly.
In the wilderness, there is snow.
Although it was just snow, the snow was half a meter deep. Moreover, the snow layer is so soft that it will sink in as soon as you step on it. The operations of the coalition forces were seriously affected, and the soldiers moved forward with difficulty.
armored vehicle
Then it was stuck in the snow, the engine was running at full power, the exhaust pipe was spewing out black smoke from incomplete combustion, and the tracks were spinning desperately, plowing the snow into the air.
The mecha was relatively better. Its mechanical legs moved forward alternately, leaving large snow pits behind.
Slow-moving troops are the best targets for artillery.
Behind the weathered rocks, the soldiers of the expeditionary force pulled off the tarpaulin covering the artillery mecha. The mecha soldiers got into the cockpit, the engine armor, and the support hands below pried open the supply box, took out the heavy artillery shells, and stuffed them into it. Bore.
"Xiang Caidi, blow them up!"
He got off to a good start right away. Chen Xing was in a good mood and even spoke with great energy. However, things were not as smooth as he imagined...
"The cannonball is rusty and can't be inserted!"
"Fire, fire!" "Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang!"
On the position, a supporter stuffed the artillery shell into the barrel of the gun, and was waiting expectantly for the artillery to fire and eject the copper shell. Suddenly, there was a "boom" and the barrel burst, directly blowing him up more than ten meters. He fell headfirst into the snow. In the field, I don’t know whether to live or die.
"It's exploded!" "Damn it, these shells are expired!"
There are constant problems with the newly delivered ammunition. They are either expired or fake.
A familiar feeling came to mind, the body armor shattered at a touch, the antidote for expired juice tasted like it, the magazine that couldn't be inserted into the gun, the compressed biscuits made of waste newspapers...
The more Chen Xing thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, so he sent someone to call the person in charge.
"Lu Shanhai, what's going on with you!"
He was so angry that he stopped calling him "Fat Master" and started questioning him face to face.
"I, I..." Lu Shanhai looked pained, "I can't help it..."
"The orders from the factory were robbed, and the waterway in Sanchahe City was blocked, so I had to send people to the underground market and surrounding post towns to collect the goods, so, so..." At this point, Lu Shanhai couldn't continue. He slapped himself hard, "In the final analysis, it's all my lack of ability. It's my fault that things didn't go well!"
After saying that, Lu Shanhai turned away, as if accepting punishment.
After listening to the previous two sentences, Chen Xing's anger had mostly dissipated, and he saw Lu Shanhai bowing his head again.
Accepting the punishment, he couldn't help but sigh, "It's not your fault, it's my fault."
To blame, he can only blame himself for not taking into account all the variables, so that he faced such a dilemma.
Lu Shanhai was just the owner of a courier station in a large marginal town, and he had no ability to deal with the pursuit and interception of those powerful people with entangled connections and deep roots.
Such an outcome should have been expected. The Red Dragon Principality is the territory of the Maris family, and an uncontrolled force is definitely unpopular.
But Chen Xing never imagined that these people could be so shameless. He is fighting in the front, and it doesn't matter if the other party doesn't help, but he stabs him in the back, which is really chilling.
The enemy of any enemy is a friend. This sentence means nothing to some people. An enemy is always an enemy, and he is an enemy no matter what position he is in.
Fortunately, there were many veteran mercenaries in the expeditionary force. After learning that the ammunition contained inferior products, they used their rich experience to pick out the problematic parts, thus avoiding most of the non-combat attrition caused by ammunition problems.
Mercenaries do not have as many formal channels to purchase ammunition as the regular army, and they often buy inferior products that are mixed with water. It can be said that they have been ill for a long time, and they are not so helpless in the face of such low-level mistakes.
You know, even the garrison in Edge Town is fed by the imperial rations, which are directly supplied by the Armaments Department. Unless it's fraud for personal gain, taking inventory to sell outside, and then buying inferior products to top up, there's no such thing as this kind of rubbish.
Seventy to eighty percent of the ammunition brought back by land and sea is good. Although it is not satisfactory, it is still better than running out of ammunition and food.
On the battlefield, the coalition forces gradually approached the weathered rocks, and tanks and mechas opened fire one after another.
Thousands of rockets roared, dragging bright red tail flames into the rocks, exploding in pieces.
The mecha moved while shooting at the firepower point on the mountain. The firepower of both sides is intertwined, you come and I go, it is very spectacular.
PS:
I have been suffering from gout for the past few days. I thought I was going to be cured today, but it turned out that I was in another position and was in so much pain that I couldn't walk.
Probably in order to share my pain, our Qieqie beast said that his bracts were inflamed, red and swollen and that he might need to be cut.
Surgery is risky, do you guys recommend that he get it?
