In the sunny harbor, a tall cargo ship is quietly docked by the dock.
And in the cabin of the cargo ship, a man in a coma was lying on his back on his bed.
Perhaps Qingmeng was disturbed by the rattle of the seagulls outside the window, and the tightly closed eyes suddenly twitched, and then it opened with a violent cough.
Ahem!
Looking at the man who suddenly coughed, the doctor put away the stethoscope in his hand and said to Yarman who was sitting aside.
It seems that nothing serious, just take a break for a while.
Yarman breathed a sigh of relief and said sincerely at the doctor.
Thanks.
You're welcome, this is my job.
The doctor nodded slightly, not wanting to talk much, and got up from the chair.
He is a native of the Port of Golden Gallon, in other words, the Brahmins, and treating the Willant people purely out of professional ethics that cannot be saved.
If it weren't for this, he wouldn't want to say a word to the people in front of him.
Although the survivors of the Bharat Province once regarded these big noses as gods, that was already a thing of the past.At least in Port Golden Gallen, the Willant has lost its aura.
Yarman sent him out of the door, and after a moment he folded back, saying to the compatriot who had already sat up from the bed.
Feel better?
Henke nodded blankly, staring at him with a look of not knowing the situation for a while, then his eyes passed through the narrow and wet room and looked out the window.
In the distance is a pleasant harbor, with those staggered marble buildings, and fountain statues standing in the harbor square. Each view reminds him of the spiritual hometown, Triumph City, which he has not been back for a long time.
Those things seemed to be copied from Triumph City.
In addition to those marble buildings, another row of square concrete buildings and red brick and tiles have a different style he has never seen before.
What is even more impressive is the bustling streets and the busy scene, which is no less than the busiest ports in the New World.
At this moment, a bird with white feathers flapped its wings and landed on the windowsill, pecking at its armpits, and then stared at him silly.
Looking at the clear and stupid eyes, the urge to feed it suddenly appeared in his head...
This should be the seagull.
But then again, what are French fries?
It seemed that I had seen him for a long time without saying that the seagull flew away realistically.
Looking at the feathers falling on the windowsill, Henk finally came to his senses and had not answered his life-saving question yet, and quickly spoke embarrassedly.
I'm much better, thank you for saving my life... By the way, my name is Henk, I'm from the New World, where is this place?
Looking at Henk, who was embarrassed to introduce himself, Yarman didn't care, but just smiled gently and said.
My name is Yarman, this is Golden Gallen Port, we need to purchase some supplies here, and see if there are anyone who wants to get on the boat.Also, everyone else who was rescued with you came ashore here, and you were the last one to wake up.
Henk didn't realize where it was at first, but he just thought the word sounded familiar.
But then he remembered the joke that a sailor had made with him before boarding the boat, saying that he must not go to the Port of Jingalun, which was the territory of the locals in the Bharat Province, and he was caught and cut his nose.
Henk's face turned pale in an instant.
He wasn't worried that the rumor was true, after all, it would be difficult for anyone to connect the locals and the natives when they saw this bustling port.
But he was an arms dealer after all, and he was also transporting arms to the enemies of the locals.
Even if you don’t have your nose cut, prison disasters are probably inevitable.
Looking at Henk, whose face suddenly turned pale, Yarman probably had guessed something in his heart, and even saw his former self from that nervous face.
Most of the people who think they can stay out of the matter are actually already in it.
Those who fantasize about being able to fish in troubled waters are actually soaked in the turbid pool water, and they are unaware of it.
A temporary luck is just the time has not come.
He almost lost everything because of a promise that he could not fulfill.
But Yarman didn't say anything, just asked with concern.
Do you feel uncomfortable?
No... Henke smiled awkwardly, his face pale, looked out the window again, and Adam's apple moved and said, "Can I... not get off the boat?"
His voice was filled with a hint of pleading.
Yarman nodded and said in a gentle tone.
Of course, it can be done, but it may take some time for us to return to Xifan Port, and you have to stay on the boat for a month or two.
It doesn't matter!
Henk breathed a sigh of relief and immediately said, "Let me follow you...I can help do something."
Yarman said with a smile.
You should take care of the injury first, and then talk about this when you can get out of bed and walk around.
Henk, who had calmed down, looked at him and asked.
Speaking of which, what business do you do?
Yarman thought for a while and said.
I don't know how to describe my business, but my partner said that my name is Snake Head.
Snake...head?
Looking at the confused Henk, Yarman nodded and explained concisely.
Pull the survivors here to the southern coast of Haiya Province, where there are several Union settlements, it's that simple.
This sounds like a slave trader, but it does not collect money from the slave owner, but from...slaves?
But where does slaves get the money?
Henke asked in confusion.
How much money can those natives give you?
Yarman didn't hide it and told him frankly.
Of course they can't give it to you now, but they can owe it first. We will help them go to their new home, help them settle their homes in the local area, help them find a job, and then take a portion of their future salary to repay the debts they owed before boarding the ship.
Can you still play like this?!
Henk was shocked.
Your business model is good!
If I wrote a boat ticket of 1 million dinars, wouldn’t it take a person’s wool to death?
Knowing that he must have thought it was wrong, and even guessed what he thought it was wrong, Yarman just smiled faintly and didn't explain.
Debt cannot increase infinitely, and the laws and regulatory agencies of the alliance are not fools.
However, this is too troublesome to explain, including what he is doing now. It seems that he is just transporting people over. In fact, there is a complete set of essential processes behind it.
...It's okay. Although it can't be compared with arms deals, it's safe.The people of the Southern Legion ignored us. The population of Xifan Port was oversupply to them, and they didn't use so many people.The people from the alliance saw that we were more likely to take care of us. They were doing big projects in the southern waters, and it was a time when people were short of manpower.
Henk felt a pain in his heart when he heard about the arms. The cargo of the three ships was worth at least 30 million dinars, not to mention the money of the three ships.
Although he insured the cargo and the ship, he was sunk by torpedoes... He was not sure if this was within the scope of compensation.
And the worst thing is that if this war continues and more and more ships that have been insured are bombed and sunk, the insurance company may have to go bankrupt on the spot.
When he returns to the New World, it is hard to say whether the company he insured is still there or not.
Henke no longer has any hope of getting the money back.
Now I can only take one step at a time...
……
Just when some unlucky arms dealer was planning to follow Yarman's fleet to try his luck on the territory of the alliance, an unprecedented battle finally started on the land of the Bharat Province.
The 300,000th man team of the Southern Legion took the lead in attacking the west side of Reedpur County, and had a fire with the 3, 40,000th man team stationed in the local Bharat Kingdom on the west side of Sunrise Lake.
Before arriving in Ridbur County, the 300,000th man team of the Southern Legion had already lost an armored 1,000-man team, and the gap between the forces between the two sides was huge.
Especially long before the Southern Legion sent troops, the commander of the Shizhou War Zone of Bharat Province ordered the excavation of a large number of tunnels and rat holes in Ridpur County.
If the 300,000th Southern Army team chooses to attack, even if they still have two-thirds of tanks and a large number of armored personnel carriers, they will still have to pay a considerable price.
However, this is theoretically the case.
The moment the Southern Legion's airship arrived at the front line, the advantages of the Bharat Army disappeared.
The rain of bullets that covers the sky and the sun are like flying locusts.
As if to show off firepower, the Willant even installed tracer on the shells with indirect firepower.
hidden!!!
Looking at the death closer and closer, the Bharat centurion roared in despair.
The soldiers crawling in the fox pits all put the mud on their foreheads tightly, clenched their fists or family members' tokens, and prayed silently in their hearts.
The howling rain of bullets was approaching.
The shells exploded and blew up before approaching the ground, scattering into more finer and dense light rains, covering every inch of the soil in the position indiscriminately.
The explosion of fire plowed over the position, roasting the gravel rubble to the boiling hot, and lifting the dust from the ground into the sky.
A trace of smoke rose up, and the noisy land instantly disappeared.
That's a cluster bomb.
The place where the thing was washed by that thing was not a living person, even a piece of living grass would not be left...
Inside the command vehicle more than ten kilometers away.
Ryan, the commander of the 300,000-man team and commander of the Eastern Front, stared at the images in the holographic screen with a heavy face.
That was the aerial picture taken by the trumpet airship.
I saw that on the land that was plowed by artillery fire, there was no way to find a complete body, not to mention a figure.
However, not long after, another crowd of people appeared in a corner of the picture.
Seeing this scene, Ryan's eyes couldn't help but narrowed slightly.
He washed the Bharat Army positions over and over again, but the soldiers of the Bharat Kingdom filled in wave after wave like endless locusts.
He was about to order another round of barrage to cover him, and the communicator hanging on his shoulder suddenly shook twice.
Ryan reached out and pressed the communicator, and soon the annoying voice came from the other end of the communication channel.
...Dear Mr. Commander, although I don’t want to disturb your interest, I still have to remind you that one-third of our ammunition has been consumed.
The man who spoke was the captain of the horn, a one-star tenement-husband from Yavente.
Ryan frowned and said unhappy.
Didn’t we purchase a batch of ammunition from the Western Legion?
Captain Hunter: That's right...but what I received was that only ten transport ships that were scheduled to arrive yesterday had arrived.
Ryan: ...What does it mean?
Captain Horn: You can guess it, it was obviously the troublemakers of the Alliance, and their submarines were said to be attacking our allies' transport ships, although they quibbled it.Our supply conditions are quite good at the moment, but no one can say what happened next. We'd better save a little...What do you think?
Due to the issue of command, the Air Force and the Army are not in harmony.
This situation not only happens in the Eastern Legion, but also in the other three legions.
Even if the two belong to the same faction and share the same philosophy of conduct, it does not mean that they are really brothers and sisters.
Even if the neck is twisted to the right at the same time, there are always more right and less right ones.
Captain Hunter's voice was filled with a hint of jokes, but Ryan's face completely sank.
This alliance is really cruel.
I didn't dare to confront them head-on, so I actually picked those transport ships to attack!
...Do you still want to continue?
Listening to the sound coming from the communication channel, Ryan thought for a moment and ordered.
I took a round of white phosphorus bombs and I handed over the rest to the infantry.
The captain of the horn answered quickly.
receive.
Shortly after the order was issued, a muffled sound like thunder came from the low clouds.
The flames wrapped in thick smoke were like an avalanche falling on the mountaintop, and rushed towards the rising hot position with a destructive momentum.
The Bharat soldiers who were reinforced from behind had just filled the trenches and were then poured into the trenches.
The flame cannot be extinguished no matter how hard it is.
And even if it is just a little bit, it may turn into a burning fireman.
Ahahah！
My arm!
Screams came one after another, and the smell of flesh and blood was burnt in the trenches, just like hell.
Some soldiers who were lit couldn't help but feel the severe pain, so they could only let their comrades give themselves a pleasure, or put their guns on their jaws and do it themselves.
And this is just the beginning.
The lethality of the white phosphorus bomb is not all on the flame, and the poisonous gas produced by the combustion is also fatal.
For the Bharat soldiers who lack gas masks, they could only bury their faces in the soil and try to filter out the poison gas with the soft soil.
However, this method is not always effective, and the poisonous gas released by the white phosphorus bomb still caused huge casualties.
Looking at the burned black or distorted corpses, the soldiers squatting in the trenches creaked their teeth, and their wide eyes were filled with hatred and anger.
They no longer care whether they can go back alive.
They just wanted to avenge their dead comrades and return the pain to the Willant people.
The same is true for not only the soldiers on the front line, but also for the commanders standing behind them.
Facing an intermittent radio station, Metal, the 10,000-man captain of the Bharat Kingdom's 30,000-man team, squatting in the anti-cannon hole, felt even more painful as if he was bleeding.
In just one hour.
He had already filled in three thousand-man teams to the front line, and they didn't even see the shadow of the Willant!
This is simply using the lives of his brothers under his command to exchange for the Willant shells!
Fortunately, the Willant shells were not infinite, and the burning rain of fire seemed to be the last madness.
After most of the flames and smoke dissipated, a thousand-man team belonging to the Southern Legion was quickly pushed to the front line.
The soldiers were roughly the same height and physique, and the range of distortion of their facial muscles was surprisingly the same.
Their weapons were all Ripper rifles, and the bayonets hanging under the muzzle emitted a cold light.
Looking at the murderous unit, the Bharat soldiers squatting in the trenches swallowed the same saliva.
That's the clone force of the Legion!
It is said that those fearless guys are like hyenas, and even if their intestines fall out, they can fight against their opponents forever.
Although the brothers in the alliance said that those clones were somewhat disabled and had not had high physical fitness.
However, these Brahmin soldiers were amused and found that these disabled guys looked better than themselves.
At least some meat hangs on their bones.
...Damn, we are not as good as these clones.The soldier with a bandage on his head couldn't help but curse, his eyes full of envy and anger.
The comrade who was lying next to him grinned and said in a half-joking tone.
It doesn’t matter. My pension has been sent to my home, and my cubs will definitely grow stronger than them in the future.
I heard that your family has seven and a half pounds?The old guy next to him interrupted, with an expression of never seeing the world before. It’s true!
The soldier grinned and smiled, with a little pride on his proud face.
Then can there be fake?I weighed it myself!That kid must be taller than me in the future.
The old guy was even more envious and couldn't help asking.
What can you eat to give birth to that big?
The soldier glanced at him and said with a smile.
You are so old that someone who is about to bury it in the soil, why are you doing this?
The old man froze and he said with a glare at him.
Can I use it for my son?
It all caused a burst of laughter. Many old people in the team remembered that this guy said that he had no son.
No matter what you eat, as long as you eat it is not dirt, you can grow up like a human.
The LD-47j light machine gun with the broken bracket was mounted on the trench, and the machine gunner, whose eyes were blinded, took a deep breath, and then put his burnt face on the black stock.
Abusek said that we won’t have to eat dirt in the future, and our descendants won’t have to do it anymore. I hope that dog is better off when it comes to keeping my word... Otherwise, I won’t let him go even if I become a ghost!
His life was handed over to that guy.
He had no other demands, but hoped that the things Abusek promised were not just empty words.
Looking at the big-headed soldiers making jokes, the centurion beside him whispered.
Don’t interrupt me, keep a close eye on your front, those big noses are coming!
Oh oh oh!The young man loaded the rifle in his hand and the bandage wrapped around his head screamed in excitement, let these dogs come over!
As someone once said, they have nothing to lose.
With a sharp whistle, the tranquility before the storm was completely torn apart.
The centurion, who was marching on one side of the team, drew out the saber in his hand and blew a short whistle that was holding it at his mouth.
lie!
The loud whistle was like an arrow, passing through the entire battlefield.
The clone soldiers who were moving forward in an orderly manner almost at the same time raised their rifles and bayonets in their hands, and rushed to the smoke-filled battlefield under the leadership of the Duke.
Kill Ah!!!
The shouts of killing are shaking the sky and the earth!
The clones who roared forward and attacked were like jackals that turned into human form.
The bayonet pointed directly in front of them was their fangs, and they were like human-talking eaters!
The centurion who had spitted out a short whistle was still holding up the saber in his hand, roaring in his rough voice.
Rush up!!
Use the rifle in your hands, your bayonets, fists, teeth and nails, everything you can use!Let your prey stop that dirty breath!
You are the bravest warriors!Those weak mice are vulnerable to you!
That fanatical roar boosted the morale of all clones.
For them who were born in the duel arena, the man with a rough voice was their father.
But their father obviously deceived them, and the group of weak mice were not vulnerable.
Just as they approached 200 meters, the centurion of the Bharat Kingdom crawling in the trenches also blew a short whistle in his mouth, holding his pistol and firing forward.
Call me!!!
The anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and the soldiers crawling on the edge of the trench pulled the trigger in their hands.
The gunshots resounded on the battlefield, and orange tracers flew wildly, outlining the trajectory of the God of Death's Scythe on the battlefield full of corpses.
Cloned soldiers were constantly pressed to the ground by machine guns, and among them, the Virant Twelves fell to the ground and died.
The same is true for the Bharat soldiers lying in the trenches.
Two shooters have been replaced behind the LD-47j machine gun, which is missing a bracket. At this moment, the father of a certain child has changed from being a thirteen-year-old guy.
The young man with bandages on his forehead and shouting to let the horses come over was shot early and fell to the ground without saying a word.
There is also a man who is said to have 7 and a half pounds.
The old guy who always quarreled with him until he died never prying out the secret recipe for giving birth to a fat boy from his mouth.
However, he just can't use it anymore.
Soon a hundred-man team was beaten away, and then another hundred-man team filled in.
Then there is a team of thousands, or even ten thousand people!
The crooked front line was like the teeth of a giant beast, draining the flesh and blood that were caught in it.
The weight of about a hundred kilograms should have become the pillars of each family, but when it was placed on the front dozens of kilometers wide, it was as light as a feather.
It was not only the Brahmins who bleed, but the Virants who charged towards the land plowed by artillery fire.
Although the clones listed on the logistics list are not included in the five 10,000 teams, and even animals are not counted, and casualties will not be recorded as casualties, in every ten or twelve clones, a Willant tribe will eventually be accompanied by a charge.
In just one morning, the 300,000th team of the Southern Legion defeated the three Bharat 10,000 teams guarding the hills on the west bank of Sunrise Lake in one fell swoop, and pushed the front line forward for a full ten kilometers!
Captain Metal Wanderer was unwilling to retreat, so he personally led the Thousand-Person team to cut off the rear and cover the retreat of friendly troops. He was unfortunately shot and killed while blocking the Southern Legion's sprint.
At this point, the 30,000 team of Bharat Kingdom was wiped out in an integral manner!
More than 12,000 soldiers and officers were almost completely lost, and no one survived!
The Fourth and Fifth Thousands also suffered more than half of the casualties and were forced to move to the rear position.
In contrast, the 300,000th team of the Southern Legion has only 300 casualties.
After losing a team of armored 1,000 men, Captain Ryan finally got his wish and lost his face on the front battlefield.
Even though he paid nearly 20,000 cloned cannon fodder and tens of thousands of shells for this.
The western part of Reedpur County was completely destroyed, and a fist of the Southern Legion had already pinched the neck of the old lion in Lion City.
The 31st and 320,000 men are entering the battlefield from the southwest and northwest respectively.
Following them to the front line, there was an armored train full of ammunition and weapons, as well as a 902mm heavy artillery with both deterrence and power!
The Alliance's fearless air strikes made the Southern Legion's logistics forces worried and only dared to move under the airspace dominated by armored airships.
However, if they think that the danger is all from heaven, it would be a big mistake.
In the southeast of Li County, rolling wolf smoke is galloping in the endless wilderness.
Under the cover of 62 Chimera armored vehicles, an attack formation formed by 93 heavy tanks of No. 3 are heading towards the southern front of the legion.
Their target is the 340,000th man in the Southern Legion.
According to the intelligence collected by Pangolins during the period of Xifan Port, it was a reserve team.
As long as they can penetrate the 340,000th team, they can touch the thorax of Ryan’s ten thousand men!
The players of the Skeleton Corps have been looking forward to this upcoming battle for too long.
Especially after seeing the brothers of the Burning Corps pretending to be so stupid on the forum, they were already ready to rub their hands.
A group of airborne infantry can blow up the armored regiments on the opposite side. If they were professionals, wouldn’t they be able to beat those big noses?
Besides, it is not just their corps to participate in this battle!
After five days of waiting, the good brothers of the Goblin Corps have returned to the front line on the Overlord Transport, and their car has also been driven by pilots from Jingalun Port to the airport outside Tiandu.
In addition, the Luoyu brothers who are flying the Thunder fighter jet will also participate in this battle.
They have no reason to lose!
On the turret of the No. 3 tank, a mole that stretched out half of his body held the communicator and shouted loudly.
Brothers!
The 340,000th man team of the Southern Legion is only the last twenty kilometers away from us!
It's time for them to see what the real torrent of steel looks like!
Almost as soon as his voice fell, a roar of excitement came from the communication channel.
Aaa ！！
And in the cabin of the cargo ship, a man in a coma was lying on his back on his bed.
Perhaps Qingmeng was disturbed by the rattle of the seagulls outside the window, and the tightly closed eyes suddenly twitched, and then it opened with a violent cough.
Ahem!
Looking at the man who suddenly coughed, the doctor put away the stethoscope in his hand and said to Yarman who was sitting aside.
It seems that nothing serious, just take a break for a while.
Yarman breathed a sigh of relief and said sincerely at the doctor.
Thanks.
You're welcome, this is my job.
The doctor nodded slightly, not wanting to talk much, and got up from the chair.
He is a native of the Port of Golden Gallon, in other words, the Brahmins, and treating the Willant people purely out of professional ethics that cannot be saved.
If it weren't for this, he wouldn't want to say a word to the people in front of him.
Although the survivors of the Bharat Province once regarded these big noses as gods, that was already a thing of the past.At least in Port Golden Gallen, the Willant has lost its aura.
Yarman sent him out of the door, and after a moment he folded back, saying to the compatriot who had already sat up from the bed.
Feel better?
Henke nodded blankly, staring at him with a look of not knowing the situation for a while, then his eyes passed through the narrow and wet room and looked out the window.
In the distance is a pleasant harbor, with those staggered marble buildings, and fountain statues standing in the harbor square. Each view reminds him of the spiritual hometown, Triumph City, which he has not been back for a long time.
Those things seemed to be copied from Triumph City.
In addition to those marble buildings, another row of square concrete buildings and red brick and tiles have a different style he has never seen before.
What is even more impressive is the bustling streets and the busy scene, which is no less than the busiest ports in the New World.
At this moment, a bird with white feathers flapped its wings and landed on the windowsill, pecking at its armpits, and then stared at him silly.
Looking at the clear and stupid eyes, the urge to feed it suddenly appeared in his head...
This should be the seagull.
But then again, what are French fries?
It seemed that I had seen him for a long time without saying that the seagull flew away realistically.
Looking at the feathers falling on the windowsill, Henk finally came to his senses and had not answered his life-saving question yet, and quickly spoke embarrassedly.
I'm much better, thank you for saving my life... By the way, my name is Henk, I'm from the New World, where is this place?
Looking at Henk, who was embarrassed to introduce himself, Yarman didn't care, but just smiled gently and said.
My name is Yarman, this is Golden Gallen Port, we need to purchase some supplies here, and see if there are anyone who wants to get on the boat.Also, everyone else who was rescued with you came ashore here, and you were the last one to wake up.
Henk didn't realize where it was at first, but he just thought the word sounded familiar.
But then he remembered the joke that a sailor had made with him before boarding the boat, saying that he must not go to the Port of Jingalun, which was the territory of the locals in the Bharat Province, and he was caught and cut his nose.
Henk's face turned pale in an instant.
He wasn't worried that the rumor was true, after all, it would be difficult for anyone to connect the locals and the natives when they saw this bustling port.
But he was an arms dealer after all, and he was also transporting arms to the enemies of the locals.
Even if you don’t have your nose cut, prison disasters are probably inevitable.
Looking at Henk, whose face suddenly turned pale, Yarman probably had guessed something in his heart, and even saw his former self from that nervous face.
Most of the people who think they can stay out of the matter are actually already in it.
Those who fantasize about being able to fish in troubled waters are actually soaked in the turbid pool water, and they are unaware of it.
A temporary luck is just the time has not come.
He almost lost everything because of a promise that he could not fulfill.
But Yarman didn't say anything, just asked with concern.
Do you feel uncomfortable?
No... Henke smiled awkwardly, his face pale, looked out the window again, and Adam's apple moved and said, "Can I... not get off the boat?"
His voice was filled with a hint of pleading.
Yarman nodded and said in a gentle tone.
Of course, it can be done, but it may take some time for us to return to Xifan Port, and you have to stay on the boat for a month or two.
It doesn't matter!
Henk breathed a sigh of relief and immediately said, "Let me follow you...I can help do something."
Yarman said with a smile.
You should take care of the injury first, and then talk about this when you can get out of bed and walk around.
Henk, who had calmed down, looked at him and asked.
Speaking of which, what business do you do?
Yarman thought for a while and said.
I don't know how to describe my business, but my partner said that my name is Snake Head.
Snake...head?
Looking at the confused Henk, Yarman nodded and explained concisely.
Pull the survivors here to the southern coast of Haiya Province, where there are several Union settlements, it's that simple.
This sounds like a slave trader, but it does not collect money from the slave owner, but from...slaves?
But where does slaves get the money?
Henke asked in confusion.
How much money can those natives give you?
Yarman didn't hide it and told him frankly.
Of course they can't give it to you now, but they can owe it first. We will help them go to their new home, help them settle their homes in the local area, help them find a job, and then take a portion of their future salary to repay the debts they owed before boarding the ship.
Can you still play like this?!
Henk was shocked.
Your business model is good!
If I wrote a boat ticket of 1 million dinars, wouldn’t it take a person’s wool to death?
Knowing that he must have thought it was wrong, and even guessed what he thought it was wrong, Yarman just smiled faintly and didn't explain.
Debt cannot increase infinitely, and the laws and regulatory agencies of the alliance are not fools.
However, this is too troublesome to explain, including what he is doing now. It seems that he is just transporting people over. In fact, there is a complete set of essential processes behind it.
...It's okay. Although it can't be compared with arms deals, it's safe.The people of the Southern Legion ignored us. The population of Xifan Port was oversupply to them, and they didn't use so many people.The people from the alliance saw that we were more likely to take care of us. They were doing big projects in the southern waters, and it was a time when people were short of manpower.
Henk felt a pain in his heart when he heard about the arms. The cargo of the three ships was worth at least 30 million dinars, not to mention the money of the three ships.
Although he insured the cargo and the ship, he was sunk by torpedoes... He was not sure if this was within the scope of compensation.
And the worst thing is that if this war continues and more and more ships that have been insured are bombed and sunk, the insurance company may have to go bankrupt on the spot.
When he returns to the New World, it is hard to say whether the company he insured is still there or not.
Henke no longer has any hope of getting the money back.
Now I can only take one step at a time...
……
Just when some unlucky arms dealer was planning to follow Yarman's fleet to try his luck on the territory of the alliance, an unprecedented battle finally started on the land of the Bharat Province.
The 300,000th man team of the Southern Legion took the lead in attacking the west side of Reedpur County, and had a fire with the 3, 40,000th man team stationed in the local Bharat Kingdom on the west side of Sunrise Lake.
Before arriving in Ridbur County, the 300,000th man team of the Southern Legion had already lost an armored 1,000-man team, and the gap between the forces between the two sides was huge.
Especially long before the Southern Legion sent troops, the commander of the Shizhou War Zone of Bharat Province ordered the excavation of a large number of tunnels and rat holes in Ridpur County.
If the 300,000th Southern Army team chooses to attack, even if they still have two-thirds of tanks and a large number of armored personnel carriers, they will still have to pay a considerable price.
However, this is theoretically the case.
The moment the Southern Legion's airship arrived at the front line, the advantages of the Bharat Army disappeared.
The rain of bullets that covers the sky and the sun are like flying locusts.
As if to show off firepower, the Willant even installed tracer on the shells with indirect firepower.
hidden!!!
Looking at the death closer and closer, the Bharat centurion roared in despair.
The soldiers crawling in the fox pits all put the mud on their foreheads tightly, clenched their fists or family members' tokens, and prayed silently in their hearts.
The howling rain of bullets was approaching.
The shells exploded and blew up before approaching the ground, scattering into more finer and dense light rains, covering every inch of the soil in the position indiscriminately.
The explosion of fire plowed over the position, roasting the gravel rubble to the boiling hot, and lifting the dust from the ground into the sky.
A trace of smoke rose up, and the noisy land instantly disappeared.
That's a cluster bomb.
The place where the thing was washed by that thing was not a living person, even a piece of living grass would not be left...
Inside the command vehicle more than ten kilometers away.
Ryan, the commander of the 300,000-man team and commander of the Eastern Front, stared at the images in the holographic screen with a heavy face.
That was the aerial picture taken by the trumpet airship.
I saw that on the land that was plowed by artillery fire, there was no way to find a complete body, not to mention a figure.
However, not long after, another crowd of people appeared in a corner of the picture.
Seeing this scene, Ryan's eyes couldn't help but narrowed slightly.
He washed the Bharat Army positions over and over again, but the soldiers of the Bharat Kingdom filled in wave after wave like endless locusts.
He was about to order another round of barrage to cover him, and the communicator hanging on his shoulder suddenly shook twice.
Ryan reached out and pressed the communicator, and soon the annoying voice came from the other end of the communication channel.
...Dear Mr. Commander, although I don’t want to disturb your interest, I still have to remind you that one-third of our ammunition has been consumed.
The man who spoke was the captain of the horn, a one-star tenement-husband from Yavente.
Ryan frowned and said unhappy.
Didn’t we purchase a batch of ammunition from the Western Legion?
Captain Hunter: That's right...but what I received was that only ten transport ships that were scheduled to arrive yesterday had arrived.
Ryan: ...What does it mean?
Captain Horn: You can guess it, it was obviously the troublemakers of the Alliance, and their submarines were said to be attacking our allies' transport ships, although they quibbled it.Our supply conditions are quite good at the moment, but no one can say what happened next. We'd better save a little...What do you think?
Due to the issue of command, the Air Force and the Army are not in harmony.
This situation not only happens in the Eastern Legion, but also in the other three legions.
Even if the two belong to the same faction and share the same philosophy of conduct, it does not mean that they are really brothers and sisters.
Even if the neck is twisted to the right at the same time, there are always more right and less right ones.
Captain Hunter's voice was filled with a hint of jokes, but Ryan's face completely sank.
This alliance is really cruel.
I didn't dare to confront them head-on, so I actually picked those transport ships to attack!
...Do you still want to continue?
Listening to the sound coming from the communication channel, Ryan thought for a moment and ordered.
I took a round of white phosphorus bombs and I handed over the rest to the infantry.
The captain of the horn answered quickly.
receive.
Shortly after the order was issued, a muffled sound like thunder came from the low clouds.
The flames wrapped in thick smoke were like an avalanche falling on the mountaintop, and rushed towards the rising hot position with a destructive momentum.
The Bharat soldiers who were reinforced from behind had just filled the trenches and were then poured into the trenches.
The flame cannot be extinguished no matter how hard it is.
And even if it is just a little bit, it may turn into a burning fireman.
Ahahah！
My arm!
Screams came one after another, and the smell of flesh and blood was burnt in the trenches, just like hell.
Some soldiers who were lit couldn't help but feel the severe pain, so they could only let their comrades give themselves a pleasure, or put their guns on their jaws and do it themselves.
And this is just the beginning.
The lethality of the white phosphorus bomb is not all on the flame, and the poisonous gas produced by the combustion is also fatal.
For the Bharat soldiers who lack gas masks, they could only bury their faces in the soil and try to filter out the poison gas with the soft soil.
However, this method is not always effective, and the poisonous gas released by the white phosphorus bomb still caused huge casualties.
Looking at the burned black or distorted corpses, the soldiers squatting in the trenches creaked their teeth, and their wide eyes were filled with hatred and anger.
They no longer care whether they can go back alive.
They just wanted to avenge their dead comrades and return the pain to the Willant people.
The same is true for not only the soldiers on the front line, but also for the commanders standing behind them.
Facing an intermittent radio station, Metal, the 10,000-man captain of the Bharat Kingdom's 30,000-man team, squatting in the anti-cannon hole, felt even more painful as if he was bleeding.
In just one hour.
He had already filled in three thousand-man teams to the front line, and they didn't even see the shadow of the Willant!
This is simply using the lives of his brothers under his command to exchange for the Willant shells!
Fortunately, the Willant shells were not infinite, and the burning rain of fire seemed to be the last madness.
After most of the flames and smoke dissipated, a thousand-man team belonging to the Southern Legion was quickly pushed to the front line.
The soldiers were roughly the same height and physique, and the range of distortion of their facial muscles was surprisingly the same.
Their weapons were all Ripper rifles, and the bayonets hanging under the muzzle emitted a cold light.
Looking at the murderous unit, the Bharat soldiers squatting in the trenches swallowed the same saliva.
That's the clone force of the Legion!
It is said that those fearless guys are like hyenas, and even if their intestines fall out, they can fight against their opponents forever.
Although the brothers in the alliance said that those clones were somewhat disabled and had not had high physical fitness.
However, these Brahmin soldiers were amused and found that these disabled guys looked better than themselves.
At least some meat hangs on their bones.
...Damn, we are not as good as these clones.The soldier with a bandage on his head couldn't help but curse, his eyes full of envy and anger.
The comrade who was lying next to him grinned and said in a half-joking tone.
It doesn’t matter. My pension has been sent to my home, and my cubs will definitely grow stronger than them in the future.
I heard that your family has seven and a half pounds?The old guy next to him interrupted, with an expression of never seeing the world before. It’s true!
The soldier grinned and smiled, with a little pride on his proud face.
Then can there be fake?I weighed it myself!That kid must be taller than me in the future.
The old guy was even more envious and couldn't help asking.
What can you eat to give birth to that big?
The soldier glanced at him and said with a smile.
You are so old that someone who is about to bury it in the soil, why are you doing this?
The old man froze and he said with a glare at him.
Can I use it for my son?
It all caused a burst of laughter. Many old people in the team remembered that this guy said that he had no son.
No matter what you eat, as long as you eat it is not dirt, you can grow up like a human.
The LD-47j light machine gun with the broken bracket was mounted on the trench, and the machine gunner, whose eyes were blinded, took a deep breath, and then put his burnt face on the black stock.
Abusek said that we won’t have to eat dirt in the future, and our descendants won’t have to do it anymore. I hope that dog is better off when it comes to keeping my word... Otherwise, I won’t let him go even if I become a ghost!
His life was handed over to that guy.
He had no other demands, but hoped that the things Abusek promised were not just empty words.
Looking at the big-headed soldiers making jokes, the centurion beside him whispered.
Don’t interrupt me, keep a close eye on your front, those big noses are coming!
Oh oh oh!The young man loaded the rifle in his hand and the bandage wrapped around his head screamed in excitement, let these dogs come over!
As someone once said, they have nothing to lose.
With a sharp whistle, the tranquility before the storm was completely torn apart.
The centurion, who was marching on one side of the team, drew out the saber in his hand and blew a short whistle that was holding it at his mouth.
lie!
The loud whistle was like an arrow, passing through the entire battlefield.
The clone soldiers who were moving forward in an orderly manner almost at the same time raised their rifles and bayonets in their hands, and rushed to the smoke-filled battlefield under the leadership of the Duke.
Kill Ah!!!
The shouts of killing are shaking the sky and the earth!
The clones who roared forward and attacked were like jackals that turned into human form.
The bayonet pointed directly in front of them was their fangs, and they were like human-talking eaters!
The centurion who had spitted out a short whistle was still holding up the saber in his hand, roaring in his rough voice.
Rush up!!
Use the rifle in your hands, your bayonets, fists, teeth and nails, everything you can use!Let your prey stop that dirty breath!
You are the bravest warriors!Those weak mice are vulnerable to you!
That fanatical roar boosted the morale of all clones.
For them who were born in the duel arena, the man with a rough voice was their father.
But their father obviously deceived them, and the group of weak mice were not vulnerable.
Just as they approached 200 meters, the centurion of the Bharat Kingdom crawling in the trenches also blew a short whistle in his mouth, holding his pistol and firing forward.
Call me!!!
The anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and the soldiers crawling on the edge of the trench pulled the trigger in their hands.
The gunshots resounded on the battlefield, and orange tracers flew wildly, outlining the trajectory of the God of Death's Scythe on the battlefield full of corpses.
Cloned soldiers were constantly pressed to the ground by machine guns, and among them, the Virant Twelves fell to the ground and died.
The same is true for the Bharat soldiers lying in the trenches.
Two shooters have been replaced behind the LD-47j machine gun, which is missing a bracket. At this moment, the father of a certain child has changed from being a thirteen-year-old guy.
The young man with bandages on his forehead and shouting to let the horses come over was shot early and fell to the ground without saying a word.
There is also a man who is said to have 7 and a half pounds.
The old guy who always quarreled with him until he died never prying out the secret recipe for giving birth to a fat boy from his mouth.
However, he just can't use it anymore.
Soon a hundred-man team was beaten away, and then another hundred-man team filled in.
Then there is a team of thousands, or even ten thousand people!
The crooked front line was like the teeth of a giant beast, draining the flesh and blood that were caught in it.
The weight of about a hundred kilograms should have become the pillars of each family, but when it was placed on the front dozens of kilometers wide, it was as light as a feather.
It was not only the Brahmins who bleed, but the Virants who charged towards the land plowed by artillery fire.
Although the clones listed on the logistics list are not included in the five 10,000 teams, and even animals are not counted, and casualties will not be recorded as casualties, in every ten or twelve clones, a Willant tribe will eventually be accompanied by a charge.
In just one morning, the 300,000th team of the Southern Legion defeated the three Bharat 10,000 teams guarding the hills on the west bank of Sunrise Lake in one fell swoop, and pushed the front line forward for a full ten kilometers!
Captain Metal Wanderer was unwilling to retreat, so he personally led the Thousand-Person team to cut off the rear and cover the retreat of friendly troops. He was unfortunately shot and killed while blocking the Southern Legion's sprint.
At this point, the 30,000 team of Bharat Kingdom was wiped out in an integral manner!
More than 12,000 soldiers and officers were almost completely lost, and no one survived!
The Fourth and Fifth Thousands also suffered more than half of the casualties and were forced to move to the rear position.
In contrast, the 300,000th team of the Southern Legion has only 300 casualties.
After losing a team of armored 1,000 men, Captain Ryan finally got his wish and lost his face on the front battlefield.
Even though he paid nearly 20,000 cloned cannon fodder and tens of thousands of shells for this.
The western part of Reedpur County was completely destroyed, and a fist of the Southern Legion had already pinched the neck of the old lion in Lion City.
The 31st and 320,000 men are entering the battlefield from the southwest and northwest respectively.
Following them to the front line, there was an armored train full of ammunition and weapons, as well as a 902mm heavy artillery with both deterrence and power!
The Alliance's fearless air strikes made the Southern Legion's logistics forces worried and only dared to move under the airspace dominated by armored airships.
However, if they think that the danger is all from heaven, it would be a big mistake.
In the southeast of Li County, rolling wolf smoke is galloping in the endless wilderness.
Under the cover of 62 Chimera armored vehicles, an attack formation formed by 93 heavy tanks of No. 3 are heading towards the southern front of the legion.
Their target is the 340,000th man in the Southern Legion.
According to the intelligence collected by Pangolins during the period of Xifan Port, it was a reserve team.
As long as they can penetrate the 340,000th team, they can touch the thorax of Ryan’s ten thousand men!
The players of the Skeleton Corps have been looking forward to this upcoming battle for too long.
Especially after seeing the brothers of the Burning Corps pretending to be so stupid on the forum, they were already ready to rub their hands.
A group of airborne infantry can blow up the armored regiments on the opposite side. If they were professionals, wouldn’t they be able to beat those big noses?
Besides, it is not just their corps to participate in this battle!
After five days of waiting, the good brothers of the Goblin Corps have returned to the front line on the Overlord Transport, and their car has also been driven by pilots from Jingalun Port to the airport outside Tiandu.
In addition, the Luoyu brothers who are flying the Thunder fighter jet will also participate in this battle.
They have no reason to lose!
On the turret of the No. 3 tank, a mole that stretched out half of his body held the communicator and shouted loudly.
Brothers!
The 340,000th man team of the Southern Legion is only the last twenty kilometers away from us!
It's time for them to see what the real torrent of steel looks like!
Almost as soon as his voice fell, a roar of excitement came from the communication channel.
Aaa ！！
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