Chapter 38: Blitzkrieg (21)

"General!"

"General!"

Petrov bent over and walked into the low front line command center with his face blue.

He ignored his subordinates who jumped up and saluted, walked directly to the position where the observation hole was, picked up the portable hypervisual device handed over by the adjutant, and looked into the distance.

The sound of bombardment echoed in the valley, deafening. In the dark night sky in the distance, energy cannon light balls were like meteor showers of doomsday.

These terrifying destroyers crashed into the ground, and turned into larger white light and drilled out of the soil, spreading quickly and swept across the earth.

On the hillside covered by night, under the hillside, countless identical lights, with stars coming and falling.

When the light dissipated in the night, a thunderous sound came. Even if it was nearly five kilometers away from the front line, you could still feel the vibration of the earth under your feet.

"Hiss Commander." Yegor, the commander of the 2122nd Division who hurried back to the command center, saluted Petrov.

The major general of the most combative armored division of the 21st Army had a head of blonde hair like a chicken coop, and sweat flowed down his face covered with smoke and dust, rushing out of ravines. The collar of his uniform was obviously buckled in a hurry when he rushed into the command center, because he had the wrong button, which looked embarrassed and ridiculous.

However, no one would laugh at him.

Everyone knows what happened, and they also know that Yegor has been commanding the battle on the front line.

However, everything seems to have no effect. Although it is just an armored group that blocks the maple leaf slope in front!

Petrov ignored Yegor. His dark face made the temperature of the entire underground command drop below zero. If you listen carefully, you can even hear the trembling sound of the staff members who dared not come out of the atmosphere next to you.

The 2122nd Division made a huge mistake.

The four reconnaissance teams and an electronic mecha platoon that came out did not notice the enemy reconnaissance units that had already appeared beside them.

These blind scouts walked to Maple Leaf Slope so stupidly and sent back the wrong information to the main force behind.

The dereliction of duty of the scouts ruined themselves and the subsequent two armored battalions. Ten minutes after the main force received information that there was no trace of the Fei League troops in front of them, four scout squads and an electronic mecha platoon disappeared at the same time. Immediately afterwards, the two battalions of the first regiment of the 2122nd Division, who were defenseless, were suddenly attacked when they were one kilometer away from the main hill of Maple Leaf Slope.

This was a long-planned ambush. The Suss armored troops, which plunged head-on into the Filipino siege, lost 30% of the mecha after the enemy's first fire attack, and were cut into six sections by the interlaced enemy armored troops. Grassroots officers were even killed by the first call-type killing.

The battle was without a doubt. In less than five minutes, the troops collapsed.

The fleeing Suss vanguard troops were driven back along the foot of the mountain like ducks driven by the enemy.

When the troops following him heard the sound of gunfire and were about to occupy the surrounding high ground to organize an interception line on the spot, more than 200 fleeing Seus mechas had already retreated in panic to them.

The entire team suddenly fell into congestion and chaos.

The grassroots commanders yelled desperately, driving the soldiers to stabilize their positions. Some officers personally led their troops to spread to the wings, trying to build bridgeheads in the highlands and stabilize the situation.

However, all this effort was like a glass ball, raised high by an enemy who had long been ambushed in the surrounding high ground, and then smashed to pieces.

The Sousse armored clusters crowded in the valley became slaughtered lambs.

When the troops in the rear seized the ridge and came to reinforce the mountainside around the steep and difficult mountainside, the cunning enemy had retreated like a tide. What was left was the neat rows of Sousse mecha wreckage in the two-kilometer-long passage northeast of Maple Leaf Slope.

The 2122nd Division's carelessness and the dereliction of duty of the scouts resulted in the fact that for a full twenty minutes, Seus's main force was in chaos and could not move forward.

By the time Yegor hurried to the front line, kicked and fought and reorganized the troops and ordered the attack, half an hour had passed.

Half an hour may not be worth mentioning at all in normal times. However, at this moment of racing against time, it was a boring stick on the head of the 21st Army!

Without waiting for Petrov's order, the 2122nd Division, which arrived at Maple Leaf, immediately launched an attack under the command of Yegor.

The front, the two wings, wherever the formation can be expanded, the figures of Suss armored troops are surging.

The grassroots officers rushed forward, and the soldiers behind also took out all their strength. Every staff officer was working at full capacity, covering the firepower of the self-propelled artillery battalion and removing the fixed-point points, without stopping for a second.

But reality is cruel.

Until now, the 2122nd Division has not been able to move forward... Moreover, the battle loss statistics on Skynet screens of more than 50 to 1 made all Souss officers unable to believe their eyes.

The other party had only one armored regiment, but it looked like an insurmountable natural barrier!

This is something that everyone cannot accept no matter what!

Standing in front of Petrov with a pale face, Yegor looked pale and his cold sweat rustled.

Two minutes before he arrived at the command center, he had just received the news that the offensive launched by the Third Regiment and the Fourth Regiment were again frustrated. The Third Regiment was a little better, and the Fourth Regiment on the left wing was almost defeated by the enemy's counterattack. If it weren't for the direct guard company of the regiment to protect it, the regiment commander would have been almost killed on the spot!

"How long will it take to get the maple leaf slope?"

Before the temperature dropped below freezing point, Petrov finally spoke. He looked at Yegor, his eyes like a knife, which could cut out countless bloody wounds from human skin!

The officers and staff members on the side looked at Yegor with mercy in silence.

This question is Petrov's last chance to Yegor.

The 2122nd Division's mistake almost ruined the entire battle situation on the western front of Phoenix City. If everyone hadn't known that there was a 2111th Division in the first-line Tianji Valley and defended it, it would have been impossible for the enemy to pass through the narrow natural danger in a short period of time, I'm afraid that Petrov's first order to go to the front line would be to execute Yegor!

Yegor smiled miserably.

He knew that Petrov had given him a chance. However, this also meant that Petrov had not yet realized what kind of troops he had encountered this time!

Yegor's silence made Petrov's face look even more ugly.

Just as everyone was sweating for Yegor, they suddenly realized that Yegor had actually taken off his epaulette.

"Sorry, Your Excellency," Yegore lowered his head: "My morale has been severely frustrated, and I am afraid that we will not be able to continue to launch an offensive... Moreover, I suggest building a position as soon as possible to prevent our army from suffering more severe losses."

The command center was silent. The officers and staff of the 2122nd Division looked like a dirt, while the other three commanders following Petrov looked disbelief.

Yegor is crazy?!

He asked four elite armored divisions to build fortifications to defend against the enemy's armored regiment?!

Petrov was so angry that he looked at his confidant beloved viciously, wishing he could tear him to pieces!

But soon, he stopped his anger.

Yegor's pale face made him realize that things might not be what he imagined.

No one knows Yegor better than him. This top military academy student whom he promoted himself is definitely not an idiot who can't tell the difference and embarrass himself at critical moments.

"What the hell is going on?" Petrov asked in a deep voice.

Yegor's lips were trembling and his voice was hoarse: "General, I think you should go and see it yourself."

From Yegor's words, Petrov instinctively felt a danger. He glanced at Yegor deeply and turned around simply: "Go!"

In addition to the bunker, the officers took three command mechas and headed to the front line under the escort of Petrov's direct guard regiment.

The night covers the entire mountainous area. Under the stars, the streams on the roadside are gurgling. The woods make a sound like heavy rain in the wind.

In the valley and on the hillside, there were crowded Suss mecha teams everywhere. Some troops were waiting on the side, while some troops were running towards the war zone. The chaotic lights were shaking around, and various accents were intertwined. The entire mountain area was filled with chaos.

The emergence of the direct guard regiment of the group army caused the troops congested on the main road to retreat to both sides. One by one, exhausted Suss mecha warriors stood in the mud, watching the senior officers march towards the mountain that was reflected in the fiery red by the light of artillery fire in the distance.

The closer you get to the front line of war, the louder the artillery fire.

When entering the area four kilometers away from Maple Leaf Slope, the officers in the command mecha could already see rows of field hospital tents, and the wounded soldiers sent down from the front line like flowing water.

Medical mechas flashed past their eyes and saw a group of soldiers running towards them from time to time.

The reinforcements were advancing forward silently, and the roars of the officers seemed to be hoarse in the sound of artillery fire in the distance.

In the sky, a huge ball of energy cannon light flows like a comet, the dazzling light, the huge roar of the train entering the tunnel, like a grand festival of hell.

Mecha wreckage was scattered everywhere. The center of the road was cleaned up by the engineering mecha, and the hills on both sides could only burn themselves. The trees in some places were also ignited, looking like huge torches.

The officers watched silently at everything in front of them, and the scene in front of them made their hearts sink more and more.

The troops were blocked in this mountainous area with a width of no more than five kilometers and a length of more than 30 kilometers. They were unable to move. And there was really only one enemy regiment ahead?!

If it is true, then what kind of force is it?!

When the troops marched to a valley, the command mecha stopped. The officers surrounded Petrov and walked out of the mecha and looked around.

The entire valley has become a huge and noisy base for advancement. The sound of whistles, shouts, and engine roars, intertwined and messed up.

On several simple maintenance floors not far from the left, mechanics were urgently repairing the scarred mechas. Tens of meters away on the right, several sweaty logistics officers were nervously commanding the mechas and soldiers to load and unload weapons and ammunition.

Some soldiers ran around the mud that was trampled out of the water. The gray combat uniform was covered with flowing mud and water. The faces were so dirty that only a pair of frightened and panicked eyes and a mouthful of white teeth were seen.

A long row of field hospitals are set up at the foot of the mountain. From time to time, wounded people are carried in and out. The open space outside is filled with stretchers of wounded soldiers lying on. The wailing and moaning sounds are endless. Except for a few medical soldiers and nurses who shuttle back and forth and do simple treatment for them, no one can take care of them.

The officers looked at everything in front of them in shock, while following Yegor and heading towards the high ground.

The mud on the hillside made them walk carefully to avoid slipping.

Through the branches and leaves, you can see that under the hillside, a force retreated from the front line passed through the valley like a wounded ghost, and walked backwards in an endless stream.

Several communication off-road vehicles rushed past, and the mud spots of the undulating tires splashed onto the scarred shell of the marching mecha, but did not attract the usual scolding of the hot-tempered aircraft operators.

Rather than saying that it was an army, it was a group of walking corpses with few legs.

"This is..." Petrov looked back at the retreating troops.

"It's the fourth regiment," Yegor's eyes were gloomy. "They just retreated from the left wing, and I have asked someone to call them the commander."

Petrov looked at Yegor, speeded up, and rushed to the top of the mountain.

The entire Maple Leaf Slope battlefield suddenly appeared in front of you!

Compared with the temporary command center a few kilometers away, the battlefield seen here is even larger and more magnificent.
To be continued...