Soderan Warren lay on the ground, waited for a while, and finally let go of his stiff hand. He operated Luoshan steam gun for nearly an hour and his fingers were already stiff. Beside him, his ammunition supply hand was lying on the ground, and his chest was shot by the enemy's heavy sword rifle, and his breath was gone.

This is the 10th day when Soderland, a soldier of the First Army Reclamation Army, participated in the defense battle on the Eastern Front of Enspan Province. The battle line had retreated nearly 100 kilometers from his initial participation in the war. Nearly one-third of the land in Enspan Province had fallen into the opponent, and victory was still far away.

"How is it, is it okay?"

Bruna Warren, the company commander and instructor of the 2nd Company of the Third Regiment of the First Division of the Military Reclamation Army, crawled to Sortland and handed him a cigarette. Sortland placed the cigarette outside the Luoshan-type boiler, watched the cigarette turn yellow and put it in his mouth. The bitter smoke made his somewhat chaotic consciousness clear. He raised his head and looked at the instructor.

"I'm okay, but Little Rafi is dead."

Perhaps because he was used to death, Soderland's emotions did not fluctuate much when he said this. Bruner looked at the body of Little Rafi and pulled him off the slope.

"Let's leave it for now, there is really no one left. The above said that the recruited militia will arrive in the afternoon, with about 30,000 people, so it should be possible to help."

"We have suffered a lot of casualties these days," Soderland frowned, "Even half of the brothers in it have died, and there is no sign of the revolutionary army. The enemy has six legions, and we will be attacked by one legion. There are five regiments attacking our position! Instructor, if this continues, there will be problems."

Although the weapons are advanced, although they have positional advantages, and although the tactics are to fight and retreat, when everyone retreated to the third line of defense, they realized that there was not much room for maneuver in the rear. General Eddie Warren, who was responsible for commanding the military reclamation army, issued a death order. On the third line of defense, they had to persist for at least five days, that is, until the thirteenth day after the war started. Soderland and his company had arrived at this small highland for three days. The enemy launched countless charges, and the corpses were everywhere, and their side suffered great losses. Although the overall combat power was still there, everyone was a little nervous.

"It should be almost done," Bruner posted a post to Soderland's location, "I heard that our revolutionary army has solved the enemy's main force and is turning around to encircle the enemy's retreat. As long as we persist for 13 days, we will definitely find a solution."

Upon hearing this news, Soderland felt a little relieved. As a recruit, he was already very tired after being able to fight to this level.

"Bang—bang—bang—bang—”

The sound of the enemy's attack sounded again, so Soderan and Bruner knew that they had no time to chat. Bruner checked the machine gun magazine, pushed the other magazine next to Soderan, said cheering, and got up and left. As the company commander, he still had to patrol the entire front and didn't have much time to stay here.

Sortland wiped his face and put his head close to the machine gun. In his vision, the bright red enemies were extremely eye-catching, each of which was his target.

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Just as the assisted legion launched another attack, the crew of the No. 003 Behemoth Chariot also approached the flank of the Ninth Legion of the National Salvation Army near the north. The chariot commander Shelley Amel ran the chariot on the plain, bringing long smoke and dust.

"Shelley, after this battle, I plan to go back and get married."

Observer Balle Warren shouted loudly, his voice already hoarse.

"Do you have a partner? Get married?" Shelley roared and replied, "First finish the work, drive the enemy out, then liberate Ankenry, and then liberate the entire central continent, and then you can get married."

"Chief, Nabal probably won't get married in this life."

The machine gunner Weiss Warren on the left interjected loudly, with a tone of jokes.

"Hey, don't say that, our Chairman will definitely liberate the whole world in our lifetime."

The right-hand machine gunner Devine Warren also joined the discussion, "We have such a powerful chariot and such a good comrade, what else can we do?"

"Yes, then we'll go and have your wedding wine together!"

Shelley was joking loudly, but his eyes never left the observation window. Outside the small, thick glass window, Ankenrien's red soldiers were clearly visible.

"Prepare, attack!!"

Shelley roared, and their Blood Tiger team roared and rushed towards the enemy.

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William Richardson pushed open the door to the first meeting room of the Communist Party and saw Gulakos and Binbo Bobluff. They were standing and the other was sitting at the table, chatting in a low voice. When they saw William enter the door, they stood up straight and shouted in unison.

"Mr. William."

"Sit, sit, sit," William pulled the stool himself, took out the cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and looked at the hazy two people, "Are you here to be lazy?"

Gulakos smiled and pointed to his dark circles, "I haven't slept for two days, the factory on the periphery has lost some parts, and the military factory almost stopped production. I had not planned enough before, but now there is a problem, which is not easy to deal with. I haven't been sleeping for two days. If it weren't for Mr. William, you gave you an alternative, this matter would have been really difficult to deal with."

"This is also our mistake. Who would have thought that the steel billet in the spare spring factory is an unqualified product? Has the person in charge been found?" Although he didn't want to talk about work, since Gulakos said that, William followed suit and asked.

"I found it. The technical backbone of the 19th factory is a young and admirer of the chairman. He concealed his identity and went to the front line with someone else's name. He should still be fighting on the front line now. It doesn't matter if he leaves, no one knows how to make steel billets, and there is a problem. I just talked to Binbo. How can such a person be dealt with?"

"It should be punished, rewarded, separate," William sighed softly. The masses and comrades in the base area were very revolutionary, but they still lacked in quality and ability. After this battle, the previous problems were exposed. None of them left behind in Ailena.

"Stop talking about him, uncle, tell me about your giant beast. The news from Ivan that the giant beast has achieved great results, and one of them has not been broken yet. Have you installed the No. 17 and No. 18 in your hand?"

"Not that fast," William smiled, "That steam turbine is too complicated. Gastens didn't know what he thought of, so he dared to use metallurgical pyroxene as the power source. The core was too irritable. Without his debugging, I wouldn't dare to sign."

"The Chairman is still fighting with Ivan and the others. If you don't sign, the tank will not be available." Binbo Bobluf pretended to be surprised, "What should we do if the Chairman blames him?"

"You don't have to worry about it. The giant beast is now our Loverna's face. There can't be any problems. I'd better be careful." William pressed the last puff of cigarette in his hand and looked at Bobluff again, "How are you doing there? Are foreigners easy to deal with?"

"Oh, don't mention it," Binbo Bobluff smiled. "When the fight started a few days ago, these people stayed in my conference room and refused to leave. We had to ask clearly what we planned and whether the chairman was a magician. If you say that I can solve this problem, just leave them alone. Now, seeing that we were fighting smoothly, we were very convinced. We kept shouting to see the giant beasts, and we didn't know where the news came from."

"There is no airtight wall. Since the giant beast has been taken out and used, it is impossible not to let others know." William stood up, walked out of the window, looked at the square outside, stopped for a while before asking.

"You said, if we win this battle, what should we do next?"

Hearing this question, Gulakos and Binbo Bobluf were silent at the same time. This battle was a key battle for Elena. If they really won, the situation would definitely be very different. However, they could not imagine what would happen in detail. The empty conference room was silent for a while, leaving only the sunshine that was slowly climbing on the ground.

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"elder brother".

Gary Gibson held a tray with gold and silver wine bottles and wine glasses on it. He gently pushed open the door with his feet and saw Wen Feng Gibson who was painting in front of the canvas. He took two steps forward, brought the door with his feet, put the tray in his hand aside, and stood beside Wen Feng. It was not until this time that he could see clearly the painting Prince Wen Feng was painting.

It was a winter painting, with snowflakes floating in the sky, and brown bricks built up convex stomping on each other, and it was easy to see that this was the city wall of a certain place. Behind the city wall, there were three figures of two tall and one short. The short figure was wide in shape and sat in a wheelchair with blurred faces. One of the tall two bent down, as if they were talking in the ear of the man sitting in the wheelchair. The other was holding a telescope and looking into the distance.

“Where is this?”

It seemed that he was a very familiar friend, Gary asked a question softly. Prince Wenfeng turned his head, looked at his younger brother, and smiled.

"This is the head of Ronninger, this is the Grand Duke Charlie Ronning, this is his third adopted son Karim Ronning, this is his first adopted son, Varsh Ronning."

"Then is this the scene where you take over Roninger, brother?"

Gary looked at the three people carefully, but couldn't see their faces clearly. "Why are their faces so blurry?"

"Because I don't know how to draw," Wen Feng sighed, threw down his brush, sat next to the table where Gary put it in, picked up the wine pot, and poured himself a glass.

"These two people killed Charlie Ronin. I don't know how to draw their expressions."

"oh?"

Prince Gary was born in the imperial family with deliberate surprise. He had heard too much of this kind of thing, and what he heard now was just a little sad.

"Forget it, it's useless to tell you," Wen Feng waved his hand and poured a glass of wine for Gary, "Tell me, how is the front line?"

“It’s not good.”

Gary picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one go, "It's really bad. Gastens made something called a giant beast. I've been in Elena for two years and have never heard of it. The level of confidentiality should be very high. It's some form of armored combat vehicles, irresistible and no one can break it. Our main attacking legion is said to be no longer possible. Claflynn plans to use the assist legion to make the last try. Daddy has been unable to sleep recently and has a bad temper. He has killed three palace maids."

"You are still well-informed."

Wen Feng glanced at Gary Gibson and remained silent. He was now an outsider to this game. Although he was concerned about the current situation on the battlefield, he did not have much interest in asking questions.

"Brother, you said," Gary drank the wine in his glass, "What if we lose?"

Gary Gibson's question obviously touched Prince Vinson's thoughts. He thought for a while and sighed again.

"The Hot Moon Plan is not that early, maybe it will be done."

"Brother, if we really are at that time, will we be enemies?"

Gary opened her eyes wide and innocent, "Will you kill your father like those two?"

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Late at night, the town of Flosiva.

Henry Claflyn stood in front of the barracks and looked at the darkness in the distance. Chief of Staff and Secretary of Defense Samuel Oldman stood beside him, looking into the distance. After a long time, Oldman sighed softly.

"Duke, let's go back and rest. We have done everything we should do. What is the situation on the front line is no longer something we can control."

"I know," Henry Claflyn didn't move, "I just, don't want to miss any news."

"Then I'll wait with you."

Oldman waved his hand and signaled the soldiers behind him to stay in place. He fell silent and watched the night with Henry Claflyn. Ankenry in spring was full of vitality, but in this military camp, it was as silent as deep as winter.

After a long time, a light came from far to near, accompanied by the crisp sound of horse hooves. Oldman and Claflyn recovered almost at the same time. They watched the messenger run, roll over and dismount, kneel in front of them, and raise a letter with a fire-painted seal.

"Sir, the latest battle report, the enemy's main force attacked the flanks of the Ninth Legion. The Ninth Legion fought to the death for two hours, was forced to give up its position and retreated to the border of Enspan."

Upon hearing the news, Claflyn's body shook slightly, Oldman quickly held him.

"After all, I still didn't catch up..."

Claflyn muttered to herself, trembling with her hands, but she could not open the letter. Oldman reached out to help, tore the fire paint, pulled out the letter, and handed it to Claflyn. Claflyn took the letter, read it carefully, and handed it to Oldman silently. Oldman took the letter, and saw the truth that he didn't want to see from the words that deliberately exaggerated his merits and concealed his losses.
Chapter completed!