"Markovich! Gather imdiately!"
Fatty shouted, rapidly loading the magazine into the sniper rifle while saying to Nash, "Order your n to follow commands! Those guys have been fighting you here for nine hours; they can’t just leave it like that. They have chas, and the last attack only sent one up to test our anti-cha firepower. If you were the enemy commander, how would you attack?"
Seeing two chas start and the bandit soldiers gather, the remaining Chuckna warriors stood up nervously.
Nash stared at the map, and suddenly had an epiphany—the reason for no movent on the enemy’s front was clearly not abandonnt. They were preparing for an ambush!
The two flanks of the 347 position are steep and hard to assault, but for chas, they’re not particularly challenging. If the enemy commander wants to go all in, they will certainly use their infantry’s nurical advantage to launch a frontal assault, then use their chas to encircle along the mountain slopes! There’s no anti-cha firepower on the position, even with a patched-up cha, it’s impossible to defend on all sides!
As long as an enemy cha makes it into the position, it’s over! Ten or twenty people aren’t enough to withstand a burst from the energy machine gun! By then, even rushing forward holding a fusion hand grenade wouldn’t get close enough!
Luckily, Fatty Major General reacted in ti, gaining a bit of leeway; otherwise, it would be a dead end.
The key issue now is, how many more chas do the enemies have, and how long can their firepower coverage last!
The enemy charging requires ti. The two bandit army cha pilots killing the enemy chas also require ti.
If there are more than five chas, charging simultaneously from two flanks and the front, if the enemy’s firepower coverage can last until their troops reach beyond the position’s artillery range, this battle could be incredibly brutal!
"Gather! Follow the General’s unified orders." Nash suddenly roared insanely, "Enter the concealed trench, hide, prepare for battle!"
"Go!" Fatty took the lead, diving into the communication trench. The ordered Chuckna warriors tightly followed Nash and Markovich. The entire cha trench was like a boiling pot, even the twenty-odd bandit army rookies scurried into the communication trench.
To hell with it, when the enemy attacks, take down a couple to cover costs first!
Almost at the first mont everyone reached the communication trench, the sounds of chanical energy cannon fire ca from both sides of the position, accompanied by explosions and the deafening clash of tal during combat.
Soon, the sky echoed with rumbling sounds. In the blink of an eye, a storm of fire engulfed the entire position.
This ti, the Jiepeng people clearly had no intention of holding back. They practically unleashed all the energy that an infantry battalion could equip.
Hiding in the explosion-proof pit of the concealed trench, Fatty’s face turned livid.
The violent explosions swept through the entire trench. Shockwaves and flas rampaged within the pit. The ground shook violently. Even with ears covered, the wild sounds drilled into everyone’s heads. All mouths were agape, and the scorching air made it hard to breathe. Occasionally, energy boxes and ammunition exploded, and the explosion-proof pit’s shed emitted a piercing sound. Scrap tal thrown into the air, mixed with soil and stones, crashed down like a torrential rain.
Boom. An explosion-proof pit was precisely hit, and several bandit soldiers and two Chuckna soldiers imdiately turned into a shower of flesh and blood. Torn limbs and severed arms were thrown out of the concealed trench, flying several dozens of ters away.
Fatty knew that the enemy, having figured them out, was now recklessly wasting their ammunition. Without artillery counterasures, this bombardnt would persist until their own forces entered the fire coverage area or all ammunition energy was depleted.
Fortunately, the Jiepeng people only had twenty self-propelled artillery pieces per battalion, and these dumb machines, sacrificing mobility for long barrels ant for range, carried limited ammunition.
During the more than twenty previous attacks, Nash had called for artillery counterasures several tis, causing the Jiepeng people’s self-propelled artillery to sustain substantial losses, stalling them several tis. Otherwise, without a need for infantry assaults, just the fire coverage would be enough to flatten this position.
Fatty ntally calculated the possible cha and forces that the Jiepeng people might have, his eyes grew increasingly red, and his face gnawed more fiercely. His trembling body, after completely letting go, miraculously cald down.
Over a hundred people left, a few chas, dare to fight to the death?! Cosmo and Hagrove, resolve the chas flanking the position, it won’t take more than three minutes!!
You son of a bitch, try killing , I’ll crush you to death, you bastard!
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