Alien Arms Empire.

Even in the cave, Mirageping could still feel the cold. He wrapped his coat tightly and walked out of his resting place.

There is finally a door here, but the outside is a big cave, and the inside is now full of soldiers, some wounded and some not.

The soldiers couldn't sleep because of the cold and shivering. Many people were even crowded together. The troops didn't have enough cotton-padded clothes to distribute.

Coupled with Mirage's own lack of transport capacity, there were not many cotton-padded clothes that were rush-transported. In order to ensure combat effectiveness, these precious cotton-padded clothes were distributed to the elite capable of fighting, and it was difficult for the wounded and second-line troops to get them.

"General!" After many days of getting along, the adjutant from the army has become familiar with Mirage.The other party admired Mirage Ping's ability to stay, so the relationship between the two parties was also very harmonious.

If Mian Wuyou was still there, the two sides might still be at war with each other, but now that Mian Wuyou is gone and left, only Mirage Ping is left, which makes the command here clear.

"En!" Hearing his adjutant's greeting in a daze, Mirage made a slight sound.He walked under the light on the wall with the dim light, and took out a cigarette for himself with the faint light.

He didn't smoke much in the past, and here he learned the stuff.The supply of everything is very tight now, but the supplies for Mirage Ping are still quite abundant.

The commander even has a little drink now, which is very rare in the encirclement.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Wearing a padded jacket, the bloated adjutant woke up a lot, walked to Mi Haiping's side, and helped his commander light the cigarette.

The temperature in the mountain itself was low, and it was even colder in the cave, so even in mid-November, the adjutant still wore his cotton-padded jacket.

In fact, there is no way to do this. With more and more wounded, the station is getting more and more crowded, and now he no longer has his own storage cabinet.It would be troublesome to lose something like a padded jacket, so I had to wear it on my body.

"Can't sleep!" Mirage Ping replied with a wry smile.

Pausing for a moment, exhaling a puff of smoke, Mirage looked at the dark cave in front of him, and there were no black shadows on the ground, and asked his adjutant, "Let's go?"

"Yes! Let's go." In fact, the adjutant just fell asleep not long ago, and the place where he sleeps now is in Mirageping's office, but he sleeps next to the table, and Mirageping has a bed made of boxes.

Inside the box were some documents that couldn't be disposed of immediately, as well as some mirage-level personal items.There are also some wine specially provided for him, and some good things like canned food.

The reason why he didn't ask these questions in the house was because he simply wanted to smoke a cigarette and find a bright and spacious place to stand for a while.

The room that belonged to him was too cramped. It was used to store ammunition before, and after the ammunition was used up, it was moved out and used as an office for him.

Even so, he is very satisfied to have a separate small room, after all, the place where he worked before was with the wounded.

Every night recently, the mirage army has to carry out two kinds of operations. One is to get out of the northern encirclement where the orcs are not yet strong, trying to find a way to bring back some food and ammunition cotton clothes; the other is to launch a counterattack to the west. Raid the orc camp.

Both kinds of battles are brutal, and both are deadly.But the mirage goblins have no other way to continue fighting.

The cave really can't afford to support so many people. If the excess population is not consumed, then other materials will be consumed by these populations.

Therefore, the mirage army changed from a defensive side to an active offensive side: they had to fight back against the orcs in order to gain more living space.

If they were lucky enough to defeat the orcs, they could loot some food and clothing from the orc troops, as well as get some ammunition and guns, and even take off the pants and clothes from the corpses to get rid of the cold.

In short, if you win the battle, you can get a lot of supplies, which is equivalent to "hunting" in disguise.It's really nothing to lose, the big deal is to lose hundreds of soldiers, at least these dead people don't have to worry about food and clothing.

Driven by this kind of thinking, Mirage would often choose a dark and windy night to launch a counterattack, asking hundreds of mirage soldiers to find a direction to make a surprise attack and find a way to kill orcs.

He expected to use this method to stick to the main force of the orc army and buy time for Mirage.But gradually, he found that most of his counterattacks couldn't even reach the camp of the orc troops.

The opponent has a lot of flares, and the sentry is also very strict. The mirage army's counterattack is often detected in advance, and then only a hail of bullets is left to greet them.

More and more counterattacks ended in failure, and finally Mirage had to start using lightly wounded or seriously wounded who were able to act to carry out counterattack operations.

It doesn't matter whether he succeeds or fails, he just wants to consume those soldiers who can't fight in disguise.Because only in this way can the remaining soldiers who can fight be better fed.

"I don't know if I can succeed this time." Mirage Ping asked knowingly, as if to comfort himself.

In fact, almost everyone knows that it is simply unrealistic to expect those wounded to fight back desperately and then bring back rich food and ammunition.

But everyone can only think like this, otherwise what can we do?The elite combat troops were sent out before, but the result was actually the same.

Under the cover of the flares, the MG42 machine gun is like the sickle of death, reaping the lives of the mirage soldiers.Countless Dahaojilang were destroyed on the road of charging like this, and most of the time they also couldn't get anything back.

"I hope they can complete the task and return safely." The adjutant smiled wryly and comforted Mirage Ping with a word that even he himself did not believe.

"Ah! Ah!" In the dark distance, suddenly there was a sharp scream, and soon a soldier shouted loudly: "Medical soldier! Medical soldier! Someone committed suicide! Someone committed suicide!"

Mirage Ping was no stranger to it, as long as there was no roar, the death of a few people would not seem so terrible.

In such a cramped and dark environment, normal people will soon have mental problems, let alone those seriously injured.

Soon, the mirage army medic with the medical kit on his back walked quickly past where Mirage Ping was. Perhaps because of poor vision, the medic didn't even stop to stand at attention and salute Mirage Ping.

Mirage held back the adjutant who wanted to stop the other party's theory, and then continued to breathe under the dim light.

The military doctor with an empty medical kit on his back pretended to go, and soon came back covered in blood.This time he saw Mirage Ping, standing there at attention and bending over.His white armband was covered in blood, as was his face and collar.

"What's the matter?" Mirage Ping was a little curious, so he asked.

"The opponent's legs have been festered, and one of his ears is deaf. I couldn't save him." The military doctor immediately bowed his head and replied.

In fact, he didn't finish his sentence, all the medicines have been used up, and there is no way to continue the operation without painkillers.Those soldiers who would not die would be easily infected and corroded now, making life worse than death.

"You have tried your best." Mirage Ping took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pulled out one, and handed it to the other party.The other party was flattered and took the cigarette, borrowed the fire from the adjutant, and started smoking together.

With the help of the light above his head, Mirage Ping looked at the famous watch on his wrist imported from the Tang Empire. The time on it showed that it was past three o'clock in the morning.The battle should have already started, and this night is destined to not be quiet.

On a distant position, a goblin officer who was blind in one eye waved his arm and shouted loudly to his companions who were following him: "Come on! For the future of Mirage Kingdom! For Your Majesty Mirage!"

"Come on! For His Majesty Mirage! Long live Your Majesty Mirage!" Howling, the goblin soldiers rushed towards the defense line of the orc army.The dark environment makes the goblins unable to see the surrounding scene clearly, which greatly increases their courage.

They didn't know how powerful the opponent's machine gun positions were, nor did they know that the opponent would soon light up the entire sky.

"Swoosh! Pop!" With the launch of the flare, everything around immediately became clear.The attacking goblin army, seeing the corpses all over the ground and the blood on their bodies, instantly lost the desire to continue fighting.

They began to rout, leaving behind wounded who could barely move fast.Soon these goblins returned to the place where they started, and then counted the number of people, and found that two-thirds of them had not returned.

"General! There is news from the front that the counterattack has failed! Our army has 513 soldiers who participated in the battle, and 116 returned." An officer walked up to Mirage Ping and reported.

What he said stunned the military doctor on the side for a moment, and then he began to feel sad: so many wounded were selected before nightfall, and now almost 400 of them disappeared all at once!
"At least they are loyal to His Majesty." Mirage Ping sighed, then threw the cigarette butt under his feet, crushed it with the sole of his shoe, turned and walked to his office.

The military doctor was not willing to smoke a whole cigarette, so he pushed the half of the burning cigarette in his hand against the wall, extinguished the sparks on it, and clamped the half of the cigarette to his ear.

A day later, almost all of the outer defense lines in the central mountainous area were occupied by the attacking orcs. Mirage Ping only had a position of 4 kilometers in length and width, which added up to a total area of ​​about 16 square kilometers.