151. Chapter 151, The Big Iron Can of Death

Author: red heart cloth

Chapter 151, Big Iron Can of Death

Aiaro Lacrocha, a private of the 3rd Infantry Regiment, had never imagined that such a horrific scene would appear in front of him in his entire life, even if he counted the time he spent dreaming.

It can be called devastating!

He, a little soldier, didn't know what kind of orbital strike plan there was above. He only knew that a meteor shower passed through the sky and hit the core area of ​​the ruins of the tower in the distance. Immediately afterwards, there was a landslide and the ground cracked!

Not to mention the blazing wind, the shock wave, and the huge sound... at the very least, what Guang saw in front of him was enough to surprise him.

It was as if there were two big suns and many small suns rising deep in the ruins of the tower. Then, the ruins of the tower that he had been familiar with in the past few years changed their appearance.

Although it is in ruins, there are still "iconic buildings" here. Many high-rise buildings in the city once collapsed, but a considerable number of them remain in place. The Takamatsu buildings built with technology in the pre-war era have stood for hundreds of years.

, of course it makes sense. No matter how dilapidated it looks from the outside, it can't fall down. Many battles took place around these tall buildings in the pre-war era, and those bullets and artillery fire failed to do anything to these buildings.

Even if the 155mm howitzer hits the buildings that have not collapsed, it will only scrape off some of the skin, or mess up the already messy structures inside, and completely collapse the building, but it has never happened.

But this huge bombing from the sky not only did it, but also went too far.

Not only have the ruins of pre-war high-rise buildings collapsed, but there is no longer a jungle of high-rise buildings in the central area. Looking deep into the ruins from La Crocha's perspective, it seems as if some monster has taken a bite out of the steel jungle.

A big piece is missing.

Before he could recover from the shock, a series of whistling sounds came from above his head.

This sound was familiar to him, he had heard it all the time in the past month.

But I have never heard it so densely.

Before he could think about it any more, the company commander's orders were conveyed layer by layer. The squad leader gave the order to set off. He quickly put away his thoughts and followed the team closely.

As he marched to the front, he felt his whole body getting hot. He couldn't tell whether it was caused by the rapid march or the excitement that came from the bottom of his heart.

Continuous rumbling and explosion sounds came from the direction he was going. It was the sound of artillery hitting the green-skinned orc position.

As he advanced, he was still nervous, fearing that a tin barrel artillery shell would be fired in front of him, or a green-skinned armed pickup truck would appear. These things had been their nightmare for some time in the past.

But none of these appeared.

When he followed his comrades and arrived only one or two hundred meters away from the green-skinned orcs' position, he clearly understood why there were no obstacles on the road ahead:

Those greenskins have been blown up, so what's left to stop them? Those iron-barrel artillery pieces and those armed pickup trucks must have been blown up long ago.

He only waited here for five or six minutes, but he had already seen hundreds of artillery shells hitting the position in front of them.

Such intensive bombing made his head numb.

To be honest, La Crocia was still very scared to stay in this position.

If the cannonball was slightly tilted, it would hit his head; even if it didn't hit him, he could still clearly feel the power of the cannonball from only a hundred or two hundred meters away.

Even the officer went out of his way to warn the soldiers below that when lying down on standby, they are not allowed to put their chest and abdomen on the ground. Even if it is uncomfortable, they must prop up their bodies. That is to avoid the shock wave coming from the ground.

, shocking the soldiers' internal organs.

They just stood there and waited for seven minutes. According to what the squad leader said, they arrived earlier than the scheduled time. La Crocha didn't understand this either, he didn't even have a clock.

All he knew was that the time had come and it was time to charge.

Actually it's still a bit scary.

It's not that I'm afraid of the green skins. How many green skins can survive after being blown up like this? Even if they live a lot, it's just a confrontation. If you have a gun in your hand, if you get too close, just put on the bayonet and fight, and that's it.

What he was afraid of was that if the artillery brothers behind him shook their hands, it would be the end.

But he still rushed forward. After crossing a distance of two hundred meters, they entered the green skinned position and quickly searched for possible green skinned defense points everywhere.

Sporadic resistance fire came out.

Obviously, not all greenskins are really dead.

In the collapsed houses, in the narrow holes formed by the collapse of multiple layers of reinforced concrete, there were still some green-skinned orcs who had survived the bombardment.

After the human soldiers launched an attack, they appeared from all over the place, howling and counterattacking.

But they are too few in number.

Three of them appeared in front of La Crocha. He and his comrades immediately started shooting. The distance between the three teams in their row was not far from each other, and more than thirty guns were aimed at these three.

A green-skinned man attacked with intensive firepower.

The greenskins also fought back with guns, but each of them only had time to fire two shots before taking nearly a hundred bullets and being beaten to death. And the result before their death was nothing more than breaking a soldier's leg.

A soldier with a broken leg will have his comrades drag him back, and people from the follow-up logistics support company will take over and relay him back to the field hospital in the rear.

The remaining people continue to advance.

The artillery fire from the rear is still continuing, and the firepower is somewhat attenuated than before, but the bombing area has also changed from full coverage of the greenskin position to a smaller area, covering only about two hundred infantry in front.

An area of ​​about meters.

In coordination with infantry and artillery, after they complete the clearing of the current area, the bombardment will continue to push forward two hundred meters, and they will continue to explore the vacated area.

This process will be repeated four times until the position is penetrated with a width of about eight meters.

To be honest, the only thing La Crocha was afraid of during the whole process was the trembling hands of his artillery. The heavy artillery was always blasting about two hundred meters in front of him, which was really scary.

As for the greenskins?

He did see green-skinned corpses all over the ground, and they were so rotten that it was difficult to find a whole corpse. Occasionally, there were still a few alive, and they were shot at by dozens of guns at the same time. It was impossible to find them.

What a threat.

To be honest, apart from the fear caused by his own artillery, La Crocha's biggest feeling is...a bit boring?

Of course, he knew that his feelings were slightly ridiculous.

Further forward, he and his comrades entered a ruins with four walls. The roof of this house was covered by resting concrete slabs. A shell should have been fired in before, and there was still smoke.

Come out.

There is a half probability that it is empty inside; the other half probability is that there are green skins that are dead and not humanoid, or green skins that are not human and still alive. If you encounter the latter, give them a few shots to end their lives.

That’s it.

But despite this, according to tactical ethics, they still had to go in and take a look to make sure it was clear inside.

This time, they encountered a small probability event.

There was a gunshot, and half of the face of the first brother to enter exploded. His helmet was blown away by the large-caliber green-skinned firearm, and his whole body suddenly fell back.

La Crocha is second.

He subconsciously took a step back and pulled away so that he could lift the gun more easily. The G9A assault rifle began to shoot wildly into the dark space.

He couldn't see the target, so he could only hit like this.

The brothers in the same team behind him also rushed over and poured bullets into it just like him.

La Crocha was the first to empty the magazine. He straightened the bayonet skillfully, and then waited until the other brothers ceased fire and was the first to rush in.

In the darkness, he vaguely saw a humanoid monster that was much taller than him, coming towards him, and it also carried a strong stench.

His mind was blank, but his hand thrust the bayonet forward in the most standard posture.

Immediately afterwards, there was a strong resistance and he stabbed something.

He pushed the bayonet forward with desperate force and turned the handle of the gun. The resistance took his body a few steps back, but soon he lost his strength and was pushed down violently.

La Crocha himself fell down.

He felt that his clothes were wet, stained by the smelly blood.

Immediately, several comrades from the same class behind him also rushed in. Some stretched out their hands to pull him up, while others stabbed the body under him with bayonets.

That green-skinned head is indeed dead.

After leaving the narrow shell-proof hole in the ruins, through the light, La Crocia saw that he was indeed in a sorry state, with his body covered in blood.

But they should all be green-skinned. He didn't feel injured, but his arms were stretched too hard and he felt a little weak now.

Gradually coming back to his senses, he was pleasantly surprised that he had killed a greenskin with a bayonet!

Although that guy probably took a lot of bullets and was seriously injured in the previous shooting, he was the one who stabbed him to death after all.

Looking around, he found that there were only six people left around him, including himself.

The person who had just entered in front of him and was shot in the head was the fourth person in his class to die.

Only two died today, and two more died in the past half month. Their class has not received new recruits.

He became a little more awake, and the previous 'boring' thoughts had long since flown out.

The squad leader came up, patted him on the shoulder, and shouted in his ear: "Great job! But private! We don't have time to rest now! Keep going!"

War is still cruel.

…

Li Kexi also felt that war was cruel.

The heavy artillery had helped them clear out a wave of enemies, especially the dense artillery fire. The number of remaining enemies was not very large, but his soldiers still paid a heavy price during the close-range clearing.

Of course, there was no such exaggerated ratio of six to two deaths in La Crocha's infantry squad. La Crocha's squad was more miserable because it was mainly in the vanguard.
To be continued...