Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 1722 Chapter 1723 What's coming is not good

The battlefield in Ironforge has begun to become chaotic, the battle lines have become blurred, and some places have begun to become jagged.

A Dornish soldier in unusual clothing blew into his hands, trying to warm himself up, wearing civilian clothes with balled-up newspaper stuffed underneath.

This method can help him preserve some body temperature and avoid freezing to death in cold weather. Even so, he can only fight in the house because it is too cold outside.

It had snowed twice in Ironforge, and the Dorne soldiers from the south of the eastern continent had never seen such a scene before.

Most of them had never seen such a snowy scene in their lives, and most of them had never touched snow. In fact, due to poverty, they had never even seen artificial ice: things like ice cream were just legends in their minds.

Now, these Dorne soldiers missed their hometown very much: at least there, the poor could buy two less expensive cotton jackets, so they could save a lot of expenses.

Wearing a fur hat on his head, the Dornish soldier was in pretty good shape, at least he found the hat, which made his ears at least feel warm.

Whether he found the hat from a corpse or a living head was immaterial. It was no secret that Dornish soldiers openly looted Ironforge.

Anyway, they were just guest troops, so they didn't need to worry about reputation. The Ice Empire should have been responsible for their shortage of supplies. If the Ice Empire didn't give them, they had no other choice.

"Across the street, over there... I heard it's lost." A Dorne officer came over in an ill-fitting coat, found a place sheltered from the wind, and lit a cigarette without being exposed to the window.

His coat was sent by the elves. The Ice Empire at least guaranteed the supply of cotton clothes for Dornish officers above the battalion level... Although these clothes were given by the elves, at least the dwarves handed them over to the Dornish army.

"That's where the dwarves are stationed, sir." The soldier on sentry was already extremely cold, but he still stopped shivering and saluted his superior.

In fact, Dorne's reinforcements were not very friendly to the dwarf troops in Ironforge. It can even be said that both sides were really full of hostility.

First of all, in the matter of robbing civilians, a lot of trouble arose because of everyone's respective positions and the uneven distribution of the spoils.

On the one hand, the dwarf troops also looted their own civilians. They also needed to find food and clothing, so Dorne's troops looted a part of the things, and the dwarves had less. Naturally, the two sides disliked each other.

On the other hand, some of the more conscientious dwarf troops were also very dissatisfied when they saw the Dornish humans looting in the city. In their view, those civilians were all their people, and it was a disgrace to the honor of the soldiers to be able to let them bully them without being able to stop them.

Dorne actually had a lot of grievances and resentments: on the one hand, it was embarrassing enough to solve the problem of clothing supply by looting, and on the other hand, he was full of complaints about the defense area and the distribution of combat supplies.

In the eyes of Dorne's officers, the dwarves gave them the most difficult defense: the Tang army was extremely powerful and beat them to a pulp... Of course, they could not think that the entire battlefield was in this state, so they subjectively put all the responsibility on the dwarves. Speaking of ammunition supplies, it was even more difficult to say: Dorne's artillery shells and ammunition could not be transported from Dorne, so in theory they could only rely on the dwarves to provide them.

But the dwarves no longer have much production capacity. They even have problems with their own ammunition supply, let alone care about Dorne.

So Dorne had to change his equipment and weapons while fighting, replacing his guns with elven standard equipment that was easier to obtain ammunition. As a result, there was a conflict with the dwarves over equipment and supplies.

In short, now the two sides can be said to be fighting each other and not cooperating much.

"It's our turn now. We estimate that the enemy may attack tonight." Commander Dorne, who had long been accustomed to this rhythm, reminded while smoking: "Stay away from the window. Have you ever seen the Tang army's snipers?"

His old leader, the previous battalion commander, was shot in the head and died while inspecting the position. Now that he was temporarily promoted to battalion commander, he naturally had to be doubly careful.

  The soldier turned pale and quickly retreated a step, hiding in a relatively safe place. The sniper of the Tang Empire is the shadow of a tree. Who wouldn't be nervous when hearing this?

"It's okay to change positions... or find a corner with good visibility to hide... I'm leaving, be careful." The battalion commander had participated in battles before and had some experience. After giving a few instructions, he left the guard post.

After the battle, there are only more than 200 people left in the entire battalion. As a temporarily promoted battalion commander, he is actually no different from a company commander.

He walked down the dusty stairs and looked at the machine gun position hidden on the first floor. He finally finished the cigarette in his mouth. After stamping out the cigarette butt and sighing with some emotion, the battalion commander left the building from the back and walked into the snowy alley.

That was his last cigarette. If he wanted another one, he had to wait for the supply to arrive. But he didn't know when the supply would arrive. He had to endure the urge to smoke. That's why he sighed just now. He was an old smoker.

Almost all the people here are heavy smokers, and cigarettes may be their only comfort on the battlefield. Without this thing, they can't imagine how they can support themselves in the hail of bullets.

Next door, in another building, several dwarves opened a large black wooden box. This was the supply they had been waiting for, and no one knew what was inside.

The two officers looked at the medicine in the box and showed bitter expressions on their faces: This is "Black Crow", it is said to be a miracle drug...

They waited for so long, waiting for life-saving bandages, tourniquets, and anti-inflammatory drugs, waiting for bullets, grenades, and rocket launchers, waiting for cotton-padded clothes, socks, bedding, and tents... but they never expected that in the end, these are the things they got.

"This is not what we want at all." An officer complained irritably.

"At least it will stop the soldiers from complaining about their addiction to cigarettes." Another officer said disdainfully, "Let them eat some, and they won't fall asleep."