Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 173 Chapter 173
"Hey! Aren't these lunatics afraid of death?" A soldier of the Datang Group's security force lay on the edge of the trench, looking at the Cyric soldiers pressing up again, muttering with a wonderful expression on his face.

"I've rushed twice, and I can't even disperse...Are they all fools?" Another soldier looked at the densely packed phalanx, and followed up with disdain.

When they were in class, they had already discussed such things in advance. Once the attack was suppressed by new weapons, they had to find a way to solve the problem, instead of rigidly implementing outdated tactics and wasting the lives of soldiers.

For example, when Tang Mo assumed that the enemy had automatic weapons, all soldiers had to figure out their own corresponding tactics if they wanted to pass the exam.

The most primitive methods include: dispersing troops, crawling forward, alternately covering each other, and using hunters with excellent shooting skills to continuously fire to suppress the opponent's firepower.

These tactics can reduce one's own losses as much as possible, which can be regarded as countermeasures that can get a passing score.

A more reasonable tactic is to organize artillery fire coverage, conduct tunneling to shorten the charge distance, use terrain to boldly intersperse, and so on.

Of course, thinking about more advanced tactics on a regular basis, improving weapons and equipment, and trying not to fall behind in technology are also things Tang Mo asked the students to do as much as possible.

Under such training, it was impossible for the commanders of the Datang Group to use the old-fashioned phalanx tactics to forcefully charge the enemy's machine gun positions.

These officers will not be so rigid in their thinking, let alone three consecutive attacks, they will play more tricks before the first attack is launched.

It can be said bluntly that in front of Tang Mo's students, the so-called famous generals of this era are almost all NPCs in the novice teaching mode, and they are simply "babes" given for nothing.

"Attacked twice in a row and lost at least two legions. As a result, we didn't even touch our position... It's really rotten." Squinting, looking through the gaps in the weeds, those who stepped on A soldier of the security force of the Datang Group, who was born as a blacksmith, complained about the enemy who was advancing with the corpse.

The squad leader beside him even commented a little speechlessly: "If this is put in our class assessment, let alone pass, it won't even get [-] points, okay?"

"Thirty points? Stop messing around. Did you read the [-]-point paper last time? They still know how to suppress it with two rounds of grenades first?" Another soldier sneered.

Every soldier in the trench was actually trained according to the battalion commander or even the regimental commander, so each of them could see some ways at this moment.

In fact, this war was also a large-scale exercise and assessment for them.Tang Mo once told them that after this assessment, they will have a chance to be selected to perform more important tasks.

"Anyway... Let us have a chance to fight... What is this called?" Behind this trench, in another trench, the platoon leader responsible for covering the machine gun position complained anxiously.

From the beginning of the battle, until now, his troops have been almost in a state of concealment.In other words, until now, Cyric's troops have not even figured out where the core defensive position of the Datang Group's troops is.

As a frontline commander, he very much hoped that his troops and the men he trained would have the opportunity to prove themselves and learn more in such a precious battle.

It is a pity that until now, they have not had the opportunity to fire at the enemy, and most soldiers have not even waited for the opportunity to fire a single shot.

The hunters deployed in front of the trenches still have the opportunity to take a few shots to prove their existence.But the soldiers guarding the trenches in front of the machine gun position really had no chance of firing a single shot.

Not to mention, they also wanted to test the grenade, test the concealment performance of the trench, and verify the coordination of various tactics by the way...

As a result, none of these tests were completed, because the enemy's artillery was too old, and even the anti-explosion capabilities of the trenches did not have enough verification data...

The only time the opponent's shell hit the trench did not cause huge casualties, but no one could prove whether such an isolated case could represent an accurate result.

Amidst all the complaints, the enemy approached the machine gun position again this time, and the sound of strafing began to sound again.

This time, the enemy seems to be a little more experienced.When the machine guns started firing, these soldiers began to bend down to hide, and the phalanx on both wings began to collapse. Most of the soldiers in the middle phalanx found a suitable position and lay down in the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Reasonable evasion allowed these soldiers to avoid the incoming bullets, but they wanted to have an intimate contact with the dead bodies, presumably the trauma in their hearts was definitely not small.

There are also some soldiers who turned around and ran behind. Compared with the timid appearance when they just attacked, their escape speed can definitely set a world record.

It is precisely because the enemy army broke up faster this time, so the number of people killed by machine guns was significantly less than the previous two times.

Including the loss of artillery for the first time, Cyric paid almost 1300 people, while the second attack lost around 1000 people.

This time, because the rout speed of Baron Stella's troops was so fast, they probably only lost less than 500 people.

Although the loss was still heavy, and the entire legion almost lost its combat effectiveness, compared to the previous two times, the loss of 500 people was really not that much.

When the follow-up troops rushed up again, what they saw were nearly 3000 corpses lying on the ground, which had almost covered the ground.

The temperature at this time was already very high, so the air was filled with a strange smell because of the crowding and stacking of the corpses.

In fact, being able to smell such a smell is largely due to psychological effects.Because compared to the smell of sulfur, it is impossible for the corpse to decompose so obviously in just one day, nor can it have a strong smell.

However, these stacked corpses did affect the will of the attacker and made this road difficult.

If possible, Keith wanted to order the soldiers to remove the corpses scattered on the battlefield and dispose of them thoroughly.

After all, it's the season, if there is a little bit of carelessness, the corpse will start to rot, and then malaria will start again, and the plague will be rampant, then it will really be over.

Unfortunately, Gies also knew that Tang Mo might not agree to his plan to collect the corpses of his soldiers.

The battle entered into a fierce rhythm on the first day. Cyric's 4th legion pressed forward across the board, and soldiers from three battalions lined up again, pressing towards the Datang Group's defense line aggressively.

The offensive operation started again, but this time, after less than 3 minutes of machine gun fire, the troops were discouraged and retreated desperately, not even daring to look back.

This time, Cyric's army was no faster than Baron Stella's army with loose military discipline. They lasted less than 5 minutes before they dispersed like birds and beasts.

The entire regiment collapsed in an instant. Under the merciless blow of the machine gun, they ran back crying, and rushed out of the coverage of the machine gun in a short while.

Back to the starting point for a while to count, these Cyric lost more than 500 people, but the injury rate is really high.

On the position of the security forces of the Datang Group, a soldier stared dumbfounded at the Cyric phalanx retreating like a tide, and asked softly, somewhat depressed: "They...are not here to cheat the bullets?"

"Yeah! Hit him and run away?" Another soldier nodded and said in agreement.

"Ha..." The soldier not far away yawned, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes in boredom, and said helplessly: "I'm sleepy! Damn it, can't these guys rush over and let us shoot too How many were killed?"

For the outstanding students in his class, this battle was too simple, so simple that he couldn't arouse his interest.

The squad leader pointed to the end of a vertical traffic trench that protruded from the front of their position, and said to his subordinates: "It's a beautiful idea, have you seen the hunters in front?"

"Yeah, I see, what's the matter?" A group of people nodded, as if they had returned to their childhood, where they answered the teacher's questions together.

The squad leader stretched out two fingers, and explained solemnly: "He has only fired two shots since the start of the war! It's just two shots..."

It is indeed two shots, there is no way, the enemy is too dense, they have no time to fire, most of them have been beaten by the bullets of the machine gun, and they can't fight together.

"Standing so close is there only a chance to fire two shots?" Several soldiers asked in disbelief with astonishment on their faces.

The squad leader pointed to the defeated Cyric soldiers, shook his head and said, "Didn't you see that these people run more smoothly every time?"

"Ha! Really!" A group of people nodded politely, because they really felt the change of the enemy.

The team that attacked desperately like steel was only a minority after all, and most of the remaining Cyric soldiers were mortals, and they couldn't fight a fierce battle.

Just when everyone was teasing Cyric for his dullness and weakness, a man on a horse appeared on the horizon in the distance.

This is an officer of Cyric's private army, with a strong horse under his lap, holding a white flag high in his hand, and he is getting closer and closer cautiously.

"I'm here to negotiate!" the Cyric officer shouted loudly: "Don't shoot! I'm here to negotiate!"

While shouting, he was afraid of being misunderstood by others, and waved the white flag in his hand: "I am here to negotiate at the order of Lord Jiss!"

(End of this chapter)