Before we knew it, the sky finally dawned. Big Max opened his tired eyes. The morning light was so soft, and the fragrance of the soil overshadowed the aftertaste of the smoke. The sound of guns and cannons seemed to belong to another world, and his ears were so quiet that even the sound of birds could not be heard.

Sitting up against the trench wall, Big Max looked around, and many soldiers were still curled up in the trench wrapped in blankets and clothes. Not far away, several soldiers sat around a small pile of charcoal fires, and a metal lunch box was hung under a tripod made of wooden sticks, and a faint fragrance was floating out of it.

The artillery and bombing of the coalition forces almost destroyed everything in and outside Dumfries, so the battle lasted for one day. The ammunition, fuel, medical care, and even food and water on the front line were in a hurry. It was understandable that lunch was not delivered, and dinner was not delivered. The soldiers couldn't help but worry. It was the next morning, and the rear still had not delivered the combat supplies urgently needed on the front line. Is this a rhythm of not intending to keep a guard?

Big Max didn't know that the day before, the coalition dispatched tens of thousands of fighter jets. In addition to snatching air supremacy from the Scottish Air Force, it also launched a destructive blow to the military and transportation facilities in the deep area. Starting from noon, the frequently dispatched coalition fighters transferred the attack target from the air to the ground. They used guided rockets and airborne machine guns to attack trains, cars, even carriages and ox carriages within 200 kilometers of the border, completely paralyzed the logistics transportation of the Scottish army. After nightfall, the coalition planes airborne a large number of fake paratroopers and a few real paratroopers in various parts of southern Scotland. True, false, false, and real. While making the mobile power of the Scottish army exhausted, they continued to intercept the logistics transportation of the Scottish army. Because of this, the Scottish front-line troops were not able to get supplies for a long time!

In desperation, Big Max took out a little and half of the field rations left from his pocket. Whole-wheat roasted biscuits, chocolate bars with oat flour, salty beef jerky, coffee and sugar. Judging from the variety, the Scottish Army's field rations were relatively abundant. However, on the eve of the war, each soldier had only one field ration in his bag. Even if it was very economical, he could only maintain 2-3 meals.

Looking forward but reluctantly, I stuffed the cookies into my mouth, chewed them a few bites, and they were dry and hard. I groped left and right, but couldn't find the kettle.

Weapons are the first life of soldiers, but sometimes the function of a kettle is more important than a weapon. Thinking of this, Big Max groped for a while and finally found the kettle half buried in the soil under his butt, and shook it. Fortunately, there was a little water.

Unscrew the lid and moistened the throat carefully. At this moment, people suddenly heard panic screams in his ears. When Big Max got up from the trench, the shrill and melodious whimper of the hand-cranked air defense alarm had already sounded.

In sight was a team of gray-white camouflage fighters flying low. Big Max narrowed his eyes and tried to identify whether they belonged to fighters or attack aircraft. At this moment, someone suddenly cheered in the trenches and turned his head. Two gray-green camouflage-painted fighters flew from the opposite direction. They were light and agile, with a very fast speed, and in a blink of an eye they passed over the position.

The blue and white San Andre's cross logo under the wings is clearly the starlight in the dark night, which gives great encouragement to passers-by!

Seeing the figure of our fighter planes, many soldiers in the trench joined the cheering ranks, and some were waving their arms excitedly. The two Scottish fighters rushed towards the enemy fleet with a pleasant buzzing sound and made the "da da da" sound of cannons first. Since it was daytime, standing on the ground and looking up, they could only vaguely identify the traces with tracer bullets, and they headed straight for the enemy fleet in front. In this moment, the enemy fighters swung their wings and turned to dodge, while the first shot of the Scottish fighter plane failed to capture the enemy aircraft, which made the soldiers watching the battle on the ground, including Big Max in the trenches, hung their hearts.

The two Scottish fighter jets, which were at an absolute disadvantage in number, quickly pulled up, and their speed and posture seemed much pleasing to the eye than their opponents. After forming a tactical formation of two aircraft, they stared at one of the gray-white camouflage fighters and led the opportunity to fire two rockets first. Then, the wingman also fired two rockets. Although the enemy plane tried its best to dodge, it was still half a beat slower. It was injured by the rockets coming from behind, dragging black smoke to the ground, and exploded in the open fields.

The Scottish soldiers watching the battle on the ground suddenly burst out with cheers, and Big Max also had a little excitement. From the scene, the Scottish fighter jets' move from appearing to winning the first result was simply smooth. In contrast, the number of enemy fighters with an absolute advantage was like a group of boars that had not yet woken up.

Before the Scottish soldiers on the ground were happy for a while, the enemy fighter jets that came to their senses regained their initiative with their numerical advantage. Rockets dragged their white trails and shuttled through the air, and the sound of machine guns and cannons as crisp as fried beans came one after another.

A moment later, a Scottish fighter was shot by an enemy fighter and fell down with black smoke.

Before the plane crashed, the Scottish pilot finally jumped on the parachute in time. The white parachute flower bloomed in the air, but with an indelible sentiment. The enemy fighter did not snipe the parachute pilot, but chased another Scottish fighter. The absolute disadvantage on the battlefield did not make it flee in a panic. The agile war eagle rolled in the air like a juggling, making people feel as if they saw the knight trapped in the enemy battle formation and trying hard to avoid swords and guns. With the pilot's calm operation and the superior performance of the fighter itself, it even found the opportunity to attack again and fired. However, this attack not only failed to kill the opponent, but was found by other enemy aircraft, and finally ended up as bleak as its companions.

The air battle ended, but the battle did not end there. As the Scottish soldiers shouted, the gray-white camouflaged war eagles dived down. Even without bombs, they could kill the defenders on the positions with machine guns and machine guns. A series of bullets roared from the air, and large scattered dust and mud were suddenly stirred up on the trenches and the surrounding ground. In a hurry, Big Max shrank directly at the bottom of the trenches like most soldiers. However, before the effective air defense firepower was formed, enemy fighters almost fired low-altitude along the trenches...

Time flows slowly in the torture, and the sound of machine guns is still roaring, but it sounds from nearby, and the rumbling cannons are "late" and the explosion like fireworks overshadowed the mechanical buzzing that had been shrouded over the head. Gradually, people shouting and talking again in the trenches.

Although the air strikes of enemy fighters were driven away by the defenders' air defense fire, this was just the beginning of the nightmare of Scottish soldiers. As soon as the gray-white camouflage fighter jets left for a while, a large group of black dots appeared in the sky in the northeast. The air defense alarms on the entire defender front were loud, one after another, like a song of sorrow and joy. This time, there was no dawn of hope in the sky behind him. The soldiers could only rely on the few anti-aircraft cannons, machine guns, and their sincere prayers.

The black dots quickly approached the defense line, and the dull buzzing sound made people feel uneasy from the bottom of their hearts.

Big Max heard an officer shouting "retreat the second-tier position", but then someone shouted "hidden on the spot". The conflicting instructions made him feel a little at a loss. Suddenly, the soldiers beside him pulled him and fell to the bottom of the trench. In a flash, a strange scream came from outside the trench. Because of his slanting posture, his eyes naturally looked towards the sky. Suddenly, a big bird stretched out its wings and flew over the trench. The scene was shocking. In just a few seconds, many big birds roared past one after another. The height was so low that it was not only the St. George's cross logo under the wings, but also the rivets on the body could be vaguely identified. The belly of their wings and the hanger that had previously hung a bomb under the wings was empty at this time...

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The explosion of the landslides and cracks kept shaking the earth. The shaking feeling may be stronger than that of the 8-magnitude earthquake. People, not to mention standing, even lying down, were almost shocked to the ground! The continuous and fierce impact made Big Max feel like his internal organs were about to break. He covered his ears tightly with his hands, but his eardrums still hurt. The blue sky and white clouds did not change, but their vision was covered by the splashed dust and sand. They flew to the sky one after another. Under the influence of gravity, they had strong kinetic energy when they returned to the ground. They made a sound when they hit the steel helmet, and the pain of falling directly on their bodies was conceivable.

The tsunami-like explosion lasted for four or five minutes, and dozens of enemy fighter planes rushed over the trenches. The anti-aircraft guns and cannons on the defense line kept roaring, but this time there was no obvious effect. There was no one walking in the trenches. In fact, Big Max closed his eyes most of the time, and only looked up at the surrounding situation in the short interval when the intensity of the explosion was slightly weakened. It was obvious that some of the trenches had collapsed, and it took several hours to repair them. You could see the soldiers on their own trenches lying or lying, or curling up like hedgehogs.

He insisted tenaciously, and when the vibration on the ground gradually weakened, Big Max's ears were already deaf, and he could no longer hear any other sounds except for the continuous buzzing sound.

After a while, the ground finally stopped trembling. Big Max looked around and looked around. All his companions turned into clay figures, sitting in various positions in the trench. There was no sign of life or death from the outside...

"Prepare to fight! Everyone! Prepare to fight!"

Driven by the officers, the surviving soldiers stood up one after another. When Big Max poked out the trenches, he was shocked by the scene in front of him: the countless pits around the position turned this place into the surface of the moon, and the winding trenches were divided due to collapses in many places. Some soldiers must have been buried below without knowing their lives or death, but it seems that there is no time left for the defenders to clean up and rescue, because in the open area opposite the position, hundreds of chariots rushed in like ants, and even further away were thousands of enemy soldiers. From a distance, this time the black tide came more violently. Can the broken river bank still resist it?
Chapter completed!