In fact, they launched a tentative attack two days ago. The result was that both the Kriegs and the Qadians paid a huge price, but there was no progress. If Creed had not repeatedly insisted on suspending the attack, Krieg would have made no progress. People may continue to sacrifice their lives meaninglessly.
Creed is saddened by each soldier's death, but Guillermo seems to turn a blind eye to it.
"If the theater commander wants this mountain, we are the ones to capture it and agree on a time to attack."
"We need to think of a countermeasure. A reckless attack will only cost more lives, or we can apply to the theater commander for the assistance of the Space Marines."
"The number of Space Marines is too small. They are precious and must be used to defend against heretical enemies, rather than wasted on this battlefield that we can handle ourselves."
"The lives of soldiers are also precious."
Guillermo didn't answer, and the raindrops beat steadily like drums on the hats and shoulders of the Krieg officers, but Creed could feel the other party's eyes constantly looking at him.
"Captain Creed, given any youthful idealism you may be clinging to, I have to say something, and while it may sound distasteful to you, you must remain objective and give your soldiers' lives a Appropriate value, the duty of our officers is to bear the necessary burden of our class. We are born to command, and soldiers are born to die serving the divine will. We must understand this from the beginning, any behavior and Any cowardice of will will only affect our judgment."
Creed's reaction was completely different.
"There are no cowards here."
He pointed to the muddy basin, where more than three hundred Cadian soldiers of the 8th Regiment were already lying.
"If you have to say it, then those of us who are alive, including you and me, are all cowards, because in your concept, the dead are heroes, right? I may not have been in the army for long, and there is no General Guillermo You, the commander, are not as senior as you, but I have been fighting for more than ten years. From a soldier to a squad leader to a company commander, I at least understand one thing. Your life is important, and the lives of others are also important. Life should not be squandered casually. .”
Guillermo Shamari stared at Creed, and after a long time hissed:
"So, what's your plan."
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"Be careful, don't fall."
Creed's men didn't have an easier time climbing the east face of Hacksaw Mountain. The steep cliffs, sharp rocks, and tangled razor wire were bad enough, but whenever the young regiment leader sent men to cut As the barricades were opened there were screams of agony as another man died or was seriously injured.
We have come a long way, Creed thought. In fact, he also expected that the other party would agree to his bold plan.
To put it simply, the main force of the two regiments launched a sheep attack on the west side. Creed personally led the men to climb from the steep east side, and then deployed melt bombs under the angle between the west and south walls of the enemy's fortress.
As for why it is in this position, first of all, according to the engineers' inference, this position is a structural support point. Because the area on the mountain is not enough, the entire foundation cannot be deployed on the mountain when building the fortress. This part can only be extended with reinforced concrete. Such an angle is formed. Another point is that according to the results of the previous close-up scan by the scouts, the temperature in this area is at least ten degrees higher than the surrounding temperature. Therefore, Creed guessed that there should be a fortress under the foundation behind the wall. A power generation center or energy storage device, no matter what it is, can cause huge interference to the defense of the fortress as long as it can cause damage to it.
The only problem was that the eastern slope was steep and had little cover, making it impossible for a large force to pass, so Creed decided to personally lead the assault force, which was composed of elite veterans and engineers.
At this time, more than a hundred of them were less than a hundred meters away from the fortress. However, what was bad was that they seemed to have been discovered.
Failure was slowly tightening its grip on his heart like a slow claw. Every loss twisted his internal organs tighter and tighter. He seemed to be keenly aware of every death and every howl of pain. ——These people follow his leadership, rely on him, and the orders they obey come from him.
Naturally, then, their deaths also stem from him.
Emperor, how can I prevent their slaughter while still doing my duty?
Is it true, as the Kriegs said, that it seems...impossible?
Are they right after all? Is he an idealistic fool?
Unfortunately, no one could answer his question.
The only answer came from the sound of gunfire from further up the hill, followed by the earth-shattering roar of the castle's long-range artillery.
On the gentle slope to the west, huge fountains of earth and fire exploded majestically into the air, and the enemy was shelling the main force of Kriegs and Cadian who had launched the attack - now the Eighth Regiment was leading the attack, led by the Commissar.
Although the fight there was lively, the enemies here also felt the danger.
Ding!
Suddenly, a slug bullet bounced off the rock next to Creed, almost grazing his forehead, and he immediately laid himself flat on the cold, wet surface.
"Holy Throne!"
He spat, and the guard beside him, Jalan Kyle, immediately stood up from the cover, fired back, and then squatted down.
"Watch yourself, sir, those bastards will be keen to kill anyone with any rank."
At this time, through the communication bead in his ear, Creed heard his correspondent greeting him on the command channel.
"Message from regimental headquarters, sir."
"Let's hear it."
"The attack on the west side has been launched on time, and the enemy has begun to divert attention."
"Okay, then we have to get to work."
"damn it!"
Suddenly Jaran Kyle roared, holding Creed down and leaning down to roll under the boulder closest to the two of them, and then bullets from the logging gun spurted out from the rain-spattered castle wall.
"Sir, why do I feel...this defense doesn't seem to be reduced much by the frontal attack."
Jalan's words gave Creed a headache, but they were indeed true.
The fortress towered over them, evil, dark, and threatening, like a giant demon with the lights above it being its countless eyes.
And it was not built to guard some important facilities or cities. It was built for a single purpose - to resist attacks and kill as many attackers as possible.
Creed was a little uneasy. He was convinced that the Krieg's offensive was fierce enough, which would shift the enemy's defense focus to the west, but the enemy still seemed to have deployed its forces here.
Could it be that the size of the enemy's garrison was much larger than expected?
But in either case, Creed had promised the Kriegs before the attack that they would break through the wall and take out the enemy's power system when the attack was launched.
"Fire support team."
He said via communication:
"Get into position immediately, mortar teams, deploy behind the rock outcrops on the left and right. When I give the order, I want to coordinate the launch in intervals to drive that bastard away from the parapet. I don't want the engineers to be there. While working, I was massacred by bullets from above. Others also performed fire cover tasks, pushing the enemy back into the bunker as much as possible. I know the enemy is condescending, but they are all blind mutant bastards, and you are all sharpshooters. I believe in you, just as you believe in me.”
