HBWnovel Chapter 1769 For a lousy gas station, my entire platoon is going to die!
Chapter 1769 For a lousy gas station, my entire platoon is going to die!
The superhero grabbed a wounded soldier with each hand and dragged him backward quickly.
The bullet grazed past him.
One bullet even knocked his helmet off.
But the soldier did not hesitate at all, and continued to pull his comrade backward, as if death meant nothing to him.
The soldiers successfully dragged the two wounded soldiers to the rear.
Just as he was about to rush out and bring back another comrade, the orc shot and killed the wounded soldier.
The entire infantry platoon was stunned for a moment as they stared at the wounded soldier, who had been reduced to a skeleton.
What followed was an even fiercer counterattack.
The PKM machine gunner couldn't actually see the distant firing positions at all; the enemy was very clever, firing from inside the windows.
After firing two shots, they immediately ran away.
The National Defense Forces were in the open, while the Orcish Resistance was in the shadows; they had absolutely no chance to catch the Orcs and attack them fiercely.
Moreover, they currently have absolutely no artillery or tank support.
It was entirely a battle fought based on the individual skills of each soldier.
Seeing another subordinate sacrifice his life, the platoon leader's heart was bleeding.
Moreover, one of the other two wounded soldiers who were dragged back had been shot in the neck.
It looked like it was about to fail.
Meanwhile, the second group began to advance under the cover of the third and first groups.
However, the orc pulled out an RPG from somewhere and fired it directly at the rapidly advancing second group.
More than half of the 12 soldiers in the second group were killed or wounded.
The remaining people also suffered injuries to varying degrees.
The platoon leader was furious when he saw this.
"Retreat! Get the hell out of here!"
The platoon leader decisively chose to abandon the attack on the gas station.
They've fought to this point and haven't even reached a gas station yet, but they've already lost more than a third of their men.
By the time they reach the gas station, how many people will be left with their cards?
The best solution now is to retreat, regroup, and wait for reinforcements.
The infantry platoon quickly withdrew and found an excellent warehouse to rest and recuperate.
Most people are optimistic.
Although they are now out of fuel and ammunition, the high command will absolutely not abandon them.
The General Staff is definitely arranging for troops to reopen the supply lines.
They just need to hold on a little longer.
Their idea was good, but what they didn't realize was that their current situation was entirely due to their superiors not treating them as their subordinates...
The infantry platoon rested in the warehouse until nightfall.
No one even came to deliver supplies during that time.
This puzzled the platoon leader and the soldiers.
Wait a minute? Didn't they apply for resupply?
If we run out of fuel and shells, we should at least send up ammunition and food, right?
How can we fight without ammunition and food?
The platoon leader was a bit confused, and his soldiers were also at a loss, until it got late at night.
A messenger rushed in.
"The division headquarters has given orders that your platoon must take the gas station by tomorrow, as the armored regiment needs fuel supplies."
The platoon leader broke down upon hearing this and then shouted.
"The armored regiment needs fuel supplies. Is one gas station enough? Besides, I only have about 20 brothers left, and more than a dozen of them are lying in the hospital. We're down to less than half full of ammunition, and we only have enough food for half a day. Tell me, how are we going to take over the gas station?"
The platoon leader began to vent his anger.
Upon hearing this, the messenger wore a complex expression, but remained unmoved.
"Military orders are absolute. The division headquarters' order is for you to take the gas station!"
The messenger also knew that the order was unreasonable.
However, he was merely a messenger of orders, not the one who formulated them.
Seeing that the messenger remained unmoved, the platoon leader seemed to have resigned himself to his fate and finally spoke.
"I need tank support."
"A tank can't move without fuel..."
"Then I need artillery support! Mortars will do!"
"You can request mortars from the company headquarters; they're running out of mortar ammunition..."
The messenger bowed his head in response.
"What exactly is there? You're sending over 20 of my brothers to attack? And there aren't even any heavy weapons!"
As the platoon leader spoke, he kicked over a can of food that was lying next to him.
Upon hearing the platoon leader's roar, all the National Defense Army soldiers present lowered their heads.
"The division headquarters must receive a report of the oil station being occupied by tomorrow night!"
After the messenger finished speaking, he straightened his uniform and then quickly left.
Just as the messenger was about to leave, the platoon leader suddenly roared in despair.
"My entire platoon is going to die for a lousy gas station!"
Upon hearing this, the messenger quickened his pace.
The soldiers of the National Defense Force present all lowered their heads...
Meanwhile, on the outer perimeter of Dafirux, the Imperial Guard was launching an attack at top speed.
William ordered the assassin guards to launch a blitzkrieg from four directions.
Strive to break through the orc resistance's southern defenses as quickly as possible.
The orc resistance knew that the Royal Guard was there to rescue the besieged National Defense Force, so they put all their strength into holding off the Royal Guard at all costs.
Because the orcs had occupied advantageous terrain in advance, the Royal Guard's first attack did not achieve the expected results.
Gunfire echoed throughout the outer perimeter of Dafirux for a full day and night.
The orc rebels, seemingly under some kind of spell, possessed a ridiculously high combat strength, repelling three consecutive attacks by the Royal Guard.
This made the Imperial Guard start to question their very existence.
Although the orcish resistance repelled the Royal Guard's attack, the Royal Guard's front line was steadily advancing.
The front line was only 20 kilometers away from Dafirux in a straight line.
You can even see the outline of the city of Dafirux in the distance.
The orc resistance has amassed a large number of elite troops at the forefront of the Royal Guard.
They planned to fight with all their might to hold off the Imperial Guard.
Although the orc rebels managed to hold off the Royal Guard's offensive last night, they actually suffered heavy casualties.
They wiped out 2 elite troops in one night.
That's right. In just one night, 2 elite troops were wiped out. Even if there were 2 pigs, they wouldn't be wiped out in one night, would they?
There was nothing they could do; the Imperial Guard was just too arrogant.
After learning of the dire situation of the two infantry divisions from Goodry, William did not hesitate and immediately unleashed full firepower, bringing out all kinds of heavy weapons, including all the heavy artillery and rocket launchers, to attack the orcs.
The orc never expected to be beaten like this.
Although they managed to hold off the Imperial Guard's offensive, they were actually suffering greatly as well.
The orcs were heartbroken to lose 2 elite troops overnight, but they had to grit their teeth and push forward with their troops.
If the Imperial Guard and the Wehrmacht were to meet.
The entire Dafirux will fall immediately...
As dawn broke on the second day.
The infantry platoon responsible for attacking the gas station awoke from exhaustion.
The platoon leader glanced at his exhausted men, then at the small gas station in the distance, sighed, washed his face by a puddle, and then put on a resolute expression.
Things have come to this point, let's get to work! We have to take this place down, otherwise they won't have a chance to survive...
(Good night)