The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 243 Hold on, General Victory will support us!

"What the hell is this monster? Are you sure you didn't describe it wrong?"

"How did this crater get so big, even bigger than a battleship?"

When General Clem learned that the front lines had been attacked by heavy artillery, the armored division had suffered heavy losses, and the armored units had been almost wiped out, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Good heavens, he brought an armored army group with him, but how many armored divisions are in an armored army group?
Regarding this question, the number of armored divisions included in different armored armies of the Black Hawk Empire varies. According to the current organization, most armored armies contain two to three divisions.

The armored army group he led was not the most elite main force, so it only had two armored divisions in total. In the previous battle, they had almost lost an entire armored division!
After all, their armored division suffered nearly half its casualties, and more than 80% of their armored units were wiped out. What was left?

The remaining armored units were not even enough to form an armored battalion. Most of the surviving soldiers were logistics and other miscellaneous units, not frontline combatants.

So from this perspective, his armored division is practically a complete waste.

If there are no replacements from within the country, then his armored division can be disbanded!
"Damn it! Retreat immediately, avoid Vorontsov's positions, gather your forces and launch an attack along the northwest direction, see if you can cut off Vorontsov's rear!"

After hanging up the phone, Admiral Clem couldn't help but gasp; that giant cannon was truly terrifying.

He regretted sending the Warsahnia Legion, which was meant to be a support force, when he attacked Volkhov.
If he had known this giant cannon was so ferocious, he should have led the main force to take down Volkhov first, and then blocked the giant cannon with all his might!
Those Warsannes are utterly useless; they couldn't even take down a transportation hub like this. They've really let down the Empire's investment in them!

But then again, if their fighting strength was truly formidable, the empire wouldn't have been able to wipe them out in a single blitzkrieg.

"Damn it, I should have asked Lieutenant General Krasov more questions and found out all the details about the Cambrian Empire!"

"Damn it, why didn't that traitor think to tell me such important information?"

General Clem suddenly thought of Lieutenant General Krasov, whom he had captured and who had chosen to surrender to the Empire.

He was furious for a moment, and even blamed the entire defeat on him!
If it weren't for this idiot not telling him such important information, how could he have underestimated this giant cannon in the first place?

If he had known this would happen, he should have fired the giant cannon first!
Lieutenant General Krasov, who had been urgently transported back to the rear by airship and was preparing to be transferred to the Black Hawk Empire, had no idea that he had been inexplicably framed.

Honestly, he had no idea that the Tsar would suddenly bring the Tsar Cannons here, so why would he think to remind them?

Lieutenant General Krasov is currently in a state of high ambition. On the one hand, he is anxious about betraying his country, and on the other hand, he is trying his best to find ways to benefit himself.

According to his plan, after joining the Black Hawk Empire, he had to find a way to demonstrate sufficient value to them.

These Black Hawk Warriors are all cold-blooded monsters who kill without blinking an eye. If I want to stand out among them, I must demonstrate sufficient military value to them!
So after much deliberation, he decided that after gaining the trust of the Black Hawks, he would apply to have the Black Hawk Empire return his original fiefdom in Belarus to him.

After acquiring this fiefdom, he will leverage his family's prestige in Belarus to rally support for the Cambrian Empire in the region.

Although it might be difficult to do so, he believed that he could eventually rally a group of rebels. The Cambrian Empire was riddled with internal conflicts, and some of them were not convinced of the Tsar's authority, especially a group of Cossacks living in the Belarus region.

At that time, as long as he can mobilize the Belarusian region to follow the Black Hawk Empire and provide the Black Hawk with enough auxiliary troops, he will surely be highly valued by the Black Hawk Empire!

If handled properly, perhaps he could even obtain the title of Duke of Belarus after the Black Hawk Empire conquers Cambrian.

Thinking of such a future, Lieutenant General Krasov couldn't help but show a look of anticipation.

On the other side of the battlefield, having just repelled the Black Hawk Empire's attack, Andrei lamented that he still had many arrangements that he hadn't used yet, and then went to inspect the front-line positions.

When he saw the enormous bomb crater in front of him, he was stunned for a moment.

"Holy crap, did we fire a normal shell? Or did we fire some kind of antimatter annihilation bomb?"

"This is not scientific! How could such a huge crater have been created?"

Standing next to the crater, Andrei carefully compared it but still couldn't gauge its size. After walking around the entire crater, Andrei confirmed that this thing was much bigger than the playground!
Don't ask him how he knows, because before he time-traveled, there was a playground downstairs in his building, and he would sneak in there every day to walk around, so he already had a feel for it.

He felt dizzy for a moment and couldn't imagine what kind of thing was inside the cannon that could have such abnormal destructive power.

Suddenly remembering something, Andrei quickly ran back to find the peacock colonel.

In other words, the player's nuclear-powered warhorse has extremely high mobility. If it were an ordinary warhorse, and Andrei were to ride it back and forth for dozens of kilometers at high speed, it would probably have died on the spot.

However, thanks to these warhorses, Andrei successfully ran back to the rear in just half an hour.

Although Colonel Peacock had already taken off his flamboyant military uniform and gone inside to sleep, Andrei still dragged him out of bed without any hesitation.

"What's going on, General? What are you rushing about to do?"

The colonel looked at Andrei with some dissatisfaction, wondering how this guy could be so energetic.

He had personally witnessed this man riding his horse back and forth from the front lines to this place, and he had already been commanding the battle for many days.

If it were any other commander, wouldn't they want to relax their mind as soon as possible after winning a battle?
How come Andrei doesn't look tired at all? Are young people these days so healthy?
"Colonel, I'd really like to know what's inside this cannon, and why its shells are so powerful?"

Andrei gestured with an incredulous expression and said:
"My God, honestly, when I saw that crater, I thought it had been... In short, that crater is clearly not scientifically accurate!"

Seeing Andrei's gestures, the colonel immediately understood that the young general was completely shocked by the power of the Tsar Cannon.

Thinking of this, the colonel immediately puffed out his chest with pride. Although he hadn't built the Tsar Cannon, he was still the commander of the cannon!

"Relax, General. This cannon is the Empire's most important secret weapon, and its strength is well-deserved!"

"First, there's the caliber of this cannon and the enormous amount of propellant inside. In addition, the gunpowder used in this cannon has been given extra activity by the mage, and there are even runes inscribed inside the shells beforehand."

"In addition, there are hidden magic circuits mixed in among the murals around the cannon, which can accelerate the cannonballs and concentrate their energy."

"Take all these factors together, and with the blessing that the Cold-Blooded Lady bestowed upon the cannon, I can say with absolute certainty that there is no other cannon in the world that can possess such power!"

Goodness, just how many layers of buffs have been stacked up?

Andrei said he was very surprised; he was genuinely shocked by the thing.

He retracted his previous criticism, having once thought the cannon was flashy but impractical, merely a decorative object used to display the Tsar's status.

However, from the current perspective, with the addition of this world's strange magical technology, this cannon has clearly undergone a fundamental change compared to the Gustav Cannon.

At least the Gustav could not achieve such power and firing rate. Even during the movement and transportation of the Gustav cannon, it was quite troublesome, far less convenient than the cannon itself.

Taking all these factors into account, Andrei suddenly felt that before the atomic bomb was developed, this cannon could indeed be used as a kind of tactical nuclear weapon!
"Well, that's really amazing..."

Andrei sighed, then asked with some curiosity:
"By the way, does this giant cannon accept private orders or anything? I wonder if the Empire has any channels to manufacture such a thing again?"

Upon hearing Andrei's words, the colonel paused for a moment.

Major General, do you want to hear what you're saying?
How could the Empire possibly sell this thing to a private individual?

It would be impossible for anyone other than the Tsar to manufacture such a cannon unless he could integrate all the factories of the Cambrian Empire and gather a sufficient number of mages.

Not only that, but when the Tsar was making these giant cannons, many parts were specially ordered from abroad, and a group of mage consultants were also hired from other places.

So it's impossible for a private individual to manufacture this thing, right?

The colonel explained the manufacturing process of this thing to Andrei, which dissuaded Andrei from ordering one of these things from the factory.

"...Major General, don't be too ambitious. This thing is indeed powerful, but the cost of manufacturing and maintaining it is too high."

"Not to mention anything else, the price of just this one enchanted shell is enough to be equivalent to the price of a brand new mech. Fighting this thing is just burning money."

Andrei sighed.

"Sigh, I'd rather spend more money on such a giant cannon, since a few shots from this thing can destroy an enemy armored division."

"It's absolutely brutal. As long as we can protect this giant cannon, it will be a nightmare for any enemy army."

Although Andrei was very reluctant, the artillerymen quickly collected the giant cannon and took it away the next morning.

Looking at the departing train, Andrei sent out another group of air force players to escort the item. If it were to be attacked by enemy air force, he would regret it terribly.

If initially he was indifferent to this giant cannon and the air force cover was merely symbolic, then...

Now, he has an urge to protect this giant cannon at all costs.

Andrei wasn't quite sure how far this thing could go.

However, based on its previous use on the battlefield, this Tsar Cannon has a range of at least 40 kilometers, which is sufficient for the current defense of Petrograd.

Once the cannon is set up in the city, it can cover all the positions on the edge of the city, and at the same time ensure that the important transportation hub occupied by Andrei will not be completely occupied by the enemy.

If the enemy were to occupy this place, the continuous firing of the giant cannons from the city would be enough to cause the enemy's remaining troops to collapse.

After all, this thing is too powerful. If it hits the right spot, wiping out an entire enemy regiment with a single shot is no problem.

But he also knew that this giant cannon would inevitably become a thorn in the side of the enemy.

If we can imagine the important role this giant cannon plays in defensive warfare, the enemy can imagine it too.

Just as Andrei was thinking this, he suddenly saw the content in the player chat area.

"Guys, the situation on our flank doesn't look good!"

"I think our positions in the southwest are in the middle of a meat grinder, and the enemy is about to break through!"

Having noticed this content, Andrei carefully examined the chat area and roughly understood what was going on.

Although the battle in his own defensive zone went very smoothly, the defensive zone to his southwest was performing poorly.

The air force player just went over there to scout, and then launched an airstrike on the enemy's position. He then shared the situation with the other players.

From above, the Black Hawk Empire's army is making continuous breakthroughs over there.

The enemy's armored forces broke through several lines of defense in succession, and even formed a flanking maneuver here. The two divisions left to defend this area have been completely cut off by the enemy and are now surrounded.

If nothing unexpected happens, he estimates that he will likely lose his position in the southwest.

"Tsk, are we going to have to be the firefighters again?"

Andrei was having a headache. If the enemy captured the positions in the southwest, he would be in some trouble.

At that time, not only will the defenses he set up here become completely useless, but the enemy may also directly cut off his rear, occupy the train station, and cut off his supplies.

Although he didn't think the enemy could hold the train station after capturing it, despite the player's relentless attacks, nor did he think the Tsar Cannon could be successfully established at the train station after it had been transported to the rear.

But no matter what, being flanked from behind by the enemy is very troublesome.

After thinking for a moment, Andrei immediately called General Constantine to inquire about the situation there.

"...Okay, I understand. Everything is going smoothly on my end, and I have the capacity to spare some troops to assist our allies!"

"You can rest assured that the remaining troops I left behind are more than enough to hold the Schlüsselburg defenses firmly. The Imperial army will not be so easily defeated by the enemy!"

"Once I turn back, I'll first break the siege on my side, and then lead my troops to move in another direction!"

After hanging up the phone, Andrei smiled.

It has to be said that his cheap father still cares about him quite a bit, and didn't use his troops to the point of exhaustion.

General Constantine had already noticed the predicament in that defensive zone and had dispatched a force to support the besieged troops.

However, even though the infantry division he dispatched was an elite force with the title of Guards, his offensive was still quite poor in the face of the Black Hawk Army's overwhelming strength.

General Constantine originally intended to have Andrei take the time to retreat and simply abandon the position in front of him.

As long as they have their heavy artillery and keep bombarding the enemy, they will not be able to completely occupy this position. At that time, Andrei can continue to fight the enemy here.

However, since Andrei's troops still have sufficient combat strength and are capable of supporting friendly forces on the flank, that is naturally a good thing.

General Constantine is now increasingly convinced that Andrei's troops are truly an ace unit. No matter how difficult the battlefield, as long as Andrei's troops are sent in, the situation will definitely be stabilized!

Compared to his colleagues who were being badly beaten by the enemy, General Constantine felt a little lighter.

After planning his forces, Andrei immediately ordered the remaining player armored units to set off first, along with cavalry units, to provide support.

The Air Force will hold its position for the time being, retaining only a small number of fighter jets and bombers for air cover, because it needs to keep the Air Force aware of its airspace.

In addition, after Andrei mobilized the player's troops as quickly as possible, he also made some plans for his own defensive zone.

After entrusting the task of leading the troops to remain here to the command of Colonel Yuri, the deputy division commander, and Colonel Nikolayev, the chief of staff, Andrei said to them:

"Gentlemen, let me give you a heads-up: in the upcoming battle, if you encounter a fierce attack from the enemy, I suggest you reserve some flexibility!"

"This position can be roughly divided into three lines of defense: the first line of defense is an anti-armor line used for ambushes and harassment; the second line of defense is the main infantry line; and the third line of defense is the artillery line on the high ground."

"Among these defensive lines, both the first and second lines can be abandoned. Even if the first line is abandoned, there are still enough anti-armor positions on the second line."

"And if the second line of defense is also lost, our artillery left on the mountain can still inflict serious damage on the enemy, and our air force is enough to make it very difficult for the enemy to attack the high ground."

"If all else fails, we can simply abandon the high ground and run along the train station. We can then use the giant cannons to get revenge. There's no need for us to fight to the death with the enemy!"

After saying such a long thing, Andrei was also a little thirsty.

The reason he gave so many instructions was that he was afraid his commanders would be too rigid in their approach to warfare, leading them to engage the troops in direct combat with the enemy, which would result in the complete annihilation of the troops.

As the war progressed, Andrei discovered something:

A head-on confrontation with the Black Hawk Command would be doomed to failure, as their tactics are highly flexible and their combat capabilities are formidable.

Only by maintaining sufficient flexibility and avoiding the annihilation of their troops as much as possible can they sustain a prolonged war of attrition with the Black Hawk forces.

Otherwise, if the enemy were to encircle and annihilate us in one fell swoop, there would be no way to fight the rest. "General, please rest assured, we will not engage the enemy head-on. We will make full use of the positions you have set up."

Colonel Yuri saluted Andrei, a confident smile on his face.

Although he didn't perform particularly well during these days, it's not his fault.

After all, Andrei's outstanding performance in battle relies on the player's various unscientific abilities, and he does not have the ability to command the player, so naturally he will not show a very strong record.

However, during these days, he also participated in a lot of actual combat and accumulated a wealth of experience.

Although he wouldn't say he knew the enemy inside and out, he at least understood the general pattern of the Black Hawk Army's attacks and could see the purpose behind Andrei's previous series of arrangements.

Andrei nodded, then continued:
“There are still a small number of Guards Commando soldiers stationed near the airport. If you encounter any trouble, be sure to tell them.”

"Although it's a bit difficult to explain, you can think of it as some kind of divine ability. They have special channels to inform me of messages, and they're not afraid even if the phone line is cut by the enemy."

Upon hearing Andrei's words, Yuri couldn't help but gasp.

"My goodness, General, what kind of strange chosen one are you? How come you even have communication capabilities?"

"It's the choice of the Goddess of Summer. Don't ask me how this happened. I can only say, just consider it all as omnipotent magic!"

Andrei said something casually, and then mounted his warhorse.

After some adjustments, he specially got himself a chestnut horse with a sufficiently red color and named it Red Hare.

Although he wasn't Lü Bu among men, riding Red Hare was still quite nice, and the horse's abilities were certainly worthy of the name Red Hare.

Of course, on the other hand, which warhorse from Battlefield games isn't better than Red Hare?
This thing is a vehicle unit, with a bunch of unscientific vehicle characteristics; it's basically a nuclear-powered warhorse!
Colonel Yuri was somewhat lost in thought as he watched Andrei ride away on his red horse at high speed.

"What's wrong, young man? You're already reluctant to part with your general?"

Standing next to Colonel Yuri, Nikolayev, whose age was almost his entire lifespan, chuckled and joked.

"It's nothing. I just feel like I'm witnessing the birth of a legend. As long as the general doesn't die on the battlefield or be killed by some conspiracy at home, he will surely become an eternal banner of the Cambrian Empire!"

Colonel Yuri couldn't help but laugh as he said this.

Is this what it feels like to witness the birth of a legend?
"Don't worry, since he's a legend, he definitely won't die! Besides, I can tell he's not the kind of person who's old-fashioned, so you don't need to worry about anything else!"

Nikolayev lit his pipe, took two deep drags, and then said meaningfully.

He didn't say exactly where Andrei wasn't pedantic, but he could sense it.

If anyone tries to use underhanded tricks against this guy, they will inevitably face Andrei's fierce counterattack.

This kid has never been a stubborn fellow; on the contrary, he can sense a restless soul within Andrei!
Located southwest of Schlüsselburg, on the Dubrovskaya Line, the Cambrian army there continues to put up a fierce resistance despite being encircled and divided by the enemy.

The overwhelming artillery fire rained down on the position, making the Cambrian soldiers grit their teeth; they felt as if they were about to be deafened.

Although their positions were completely divided by the enemy, they managed to hold off the enemy's armored forces by occupying several high grounds.

In this world, because all armored vehicles adopt the multi-legged mech model, their off-road capabilities have been greatly enhanced, making them very suitable for mountain warfare.

However, this does not mean that armored vehicles can perform the same combat capabilities in mountainous terrain as they can in plains terrain.

In an inconspicuous bunker, several high-ranking officers with the rank of colonel on their shoulders completely ignored the deafening artillery fire outside and stared intently at the map.

"These Black Hawk devils are really fighting desperately. It seems their battle with Major General Vorontsov is not going well!"

The leading major general lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then, seemingly not satisfied, lit another one for himself, deciding to smoke both at the same time!

The old smoker commented as he smoked, a slight smile on his face.

"Hahaha, yes, if they hadn't suffered a setback at Vorontsov, why would they have concentrated their main forces here and come to attack us?"

"It seems they were badly hurt by [General Victory], which is why they're so furious!"

Andrei was unaware that he would soon acquire a new title.

Because of his unexpected and brilliant victories in every war, and because he is the empire's youngest major general, he has recently been dubbed the "Victorious General" in the newspapers.

Of course, Andrei didn't read newspapers at the front, so he naturally had no idea what new nicknames he had acquired every day.

"Get ready, the Black Hawk Command has put up such a fierce barrage of artillery fire this time, it looks like they're serious!"

"Pass the message to the other officers, tell them to prepare for close combat with the enemy, and bring out all the vodka!"

"Tell the soldiers to each take a sip, and save the rest to burn the enemy's mechs. Unless they are confident they can tear the enemy's mechs apart in hand-to-hand combat, tell them to save their drinks!"

Suddenly remembering something, the division commander couldn't help but offer a reminder.

He was speechless. This batch of vodka was supposed to be used to make Molotov cocktails, but most of it was drunk by the soldiers.

It can't be said that the soldiers were useless after drinking; at least after drinking, they were all more courageous than the last when fighting the enemy with bayonets.

However, they cannot simply rely on bayonet fighting to take down the enemy's armored vehicles. Without enough anti-armor weapons, they have to fight desperately with Molotov cocktails.

After an unknown amount of time, the shelling ended.

Shaking his slightly dizzy head, the division commander loudly issued the order over the radio:
"Soldiers, take up your bayonets and hold our last line of defense!"

"Hold on! General Victory will be here with his troops to support us soon. He'll give the enemy general a good kick in the ass!"

Upon hearing this, the other soldiers couldn't help but laugh.

Recently, cartoons depicting Andrei kicking the buttocks of various generals of the Black Hawk Empire have suddenly become very popular in newspapers.

So much so that now, when describing Andrei's fierce offensive, people no longer say "Vorontsov's iron fist," but instead "Vorontsov's big foot."

If you didn't know better, you'd think Andre had switched to the football world.

The shelling had just ended when the Cambrian soldiers rushed to their positions, and at that moment, the Black Hawk Army launched its attack from the foot of the mountain.

Several Peacekeeper mechs, designed to provide cover for infantry, led the way, constantly suppressing the machine gun positions on the position with their powerful firepower.

Meanwhile, behind these mechs, many Black Hawk soldiers set up mortars and began to gradually eliminate enemy firing points with indirect fire.

The Black Hawk Down troops are equipped with a large number of mortars because they have found in many wars that this indirect fire is particularly suitable for dealing with enemies in trenches.

Using this to engage in a direct artillery duel with the enemy is basically unrealistic, but it's lightweight and flexible, and its trajectory is particularly tricky, so you can set it up anywhere at any time.

If this thing is used as infantry support firepower, it would be very convenient.

Faced with the constant barrage of mortar shells, the Cambrian soldiers were overwhelmed and unable to defend themselves.

They had already noticed the enemy's various mortars and tried every means to avoid them, but to no avail.

They can't possibly not operate the machine guns on the position, or not run to the position to launch a counterattack.

But as soon as they launched a counterattack, those mortars with particularly tricky angles would bombard their positions and destroy their machine guns.

To date, over 80% of their machine gun losses have been caused by enemy mortars.

boom!boom!
While machine guns and mortars from both sides were busy bombarding the enemy, marksmen from both sides were also exchanging fire.

To date, neither side has developed a clear concept of a sniper, so this type of soldier can only be called a marksman.

In positional warfare with complex terrain, these marksmen are extremely useful; they are like venomous snakes lurking in the dark, making them difficult to defend against.

A Cambrian machine gunner operating the machine gun was suddenly shot through the head and fell to the ground with a thud.

The assistant machine gunner quickly grabbed his body, rolled over and threw it aside, then continued operating the machine gun.

He knew he was about to be killed by the enemy's sharpshooter, but there was nothing he could do.

This clumsy water-cooled machine gun, weighing nearly 100 kilograms with its stand, is not something that can be moved easily.

As long as he is unwilling to give up suppressing the enemy's firepower, he will have to endure constant attacks from mortars and sharpshooters.

After killing the machine gunner on the other side, the Black Hawk marksman hiding in the shadows did not continue firing, but instead moved to a new position.

The marksmen on both sides had already exchanged fire several rounds, so they all knew that if they didn't move quickly after firing, experienced marksmen would immediately lock onto them.

Hit and run, that's the way to survive!
Meanwhile, in this same area, Cambrian soldiers wielding cleavers were inspecting the dragged-down corpses one by one.

If they survived, they would be taken to the rear for medical treatment; if they died, these soldiers, known as the "Death Slayers," would chop off their heads.

In previous wars, they had already taken note of the despicable nature of the Black Hawk Empire's necromancers.

These guys would occasionally resurrect the bodies of their fallen comrades on the battlefield and then have those corpses fight against them.

To ensure that the corpses of their comrades wouldn't suddenly jump up, Cambrian soldiers were forced to create this special type of soldier.

They discovered that as long as the corpse's head was chopped off, the other party would have no way to revive the corpse as a zombie.

Perhaps it's because even after becoming a zombie, the body is still controlled by the brain?
If given a choice, the Cambrian soldiers would naturally not want to desecrate their comrades' corpses in this way, but they had no other option.

Before this branch of service was established, the generals specifically consulted the soldiers' opinions.

However, the soldiers unanimously stated that they would rather have their corpses desecrated than be made into puppets manipulated by the enemy!
At that moment, all the soldiers unleashed their hatred without reservation onto the enemy.

Any enemy they kill will be dragged away and hacked to pieces – a kind of tit-for-tat retribution!

"Hurry, hurry, the enemy is about to charge!"

The machine gunner was shouting frantically, beckoning the soldiers behind him to quickly send over bullets.

Unfortunately, what ran up behind him was not soldiers carrying ammunition boxes, but a bayonet squad that was already ready.

"We've run out of bullets, let's get ready to fight with bayonets. When we turn around, we'll retrieve the canvas ammunition belts and stuff them with bullets!"

After saying this, the squad, which was already prepared for bayonet fighting, stood ready, just like the spearmen of the past, waiting for the enemy to break through the barbed wire and jump down from the trenches.

To their horror, the enemy did not rush down immediately after breaking through the barbed wire; instead, a volley of grenades flew over first.

The large pile of wooden-handled grenades exploded as they landed in the trench, instantly throwing the bayonet squad into disarray. Many soldiers were killed on the spot, and even more were hit by shrapnel and fell to the ground wounded.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of Black Hawk soldiers, also wielding bayonets, rushed in and engaged in fierce combat with the Cambrian soldiers.

As the fighting progressed, they switched from bayonets to other weapons, because bayonets weren't very effective in the narrow trenches.

Many Cambrian soldiers would pick up their empty bottles, smash them, and then use the broken bottle halves with sharp shards to stab people.

Some people even found wood on the battlefield to make their own spiked clubs and used them to smash the enemy's heads.

In comparison, the Black Hawk soldiers were better equipped, with many of them carrying a special iron bar in advance.

These can be considered a batch of melee weapons that were hastily produced. These hollow iron rods are extremely painful to hit people with, especially since they have a lot of spikes on them, which can break a person's bones in an instant.

A fierce hand-to-hand battle broke out, with soldiers from both sides fighting each other in the trenches, and people constantly having their heads smashed.

A man carrying a submachine gun rushed in and began firing at the enemy standing on the other side.

Despite the Black Hawk soldiers' fierce offensive, they were once again repelled by the Cambrian soldiers on the front lines through close combat.

Looking at the corpses lying scattered about, the Cambrian soldiers left on the battlefield opened their mouths, but for a moment they were too exhausted to cheer.

The enemy's numbers were seemingly endless, and they were aided by various advanced weapons. Even those who remained on the defensive positions faced heavy casualties.

After such repeated battles, most of the soldiers were nearly exhausted.

Expecting them to cheer and cheer is unrealistic; they are barely holding on by sheer willpower.

"Damn it, our division commander has said it several times: that victorious general is supposed to be coming to our aid with his troops soon, but why hasn't he arrived yet?"

One soldier cursed with resentment, explaining that the reason they had been able to hold out until now was not only because they did not want Petrograd to fall into enemy hands and suffer a massacre, but also because they hoped that the victorious general would quickly lead troops to their aid.

Without reinforcements, they would have collapsed long ago.

They fought so desperately because they believed that reinforcements would arrive soon and they were unwilling to surrender as soon as the reinforcements arrived.

"There's no use in rushing. The general will arrive when his time is right!"

One officer said somewhat quietly that he was beginning to suspect that his division commander might just be making empty promises to him.

The young, victorious general is holding the most crucial position, and the attacks he faces there should be even more intense than those here.

He can't even protect himself, so why should he bring troops to support them?

Just then, they suddenly heard the booming of cannons again, and the whistling sound of shells about to hit the ground.

"Damn it, this is never going to end, let's get out of here!"

Without any prompting from the officers, the soldiers spontaneously ran towards the nearest artillery shelter. After so many rounds of shelling, they had all gotten used to it.

But this time, they suddenly noticed:
The shells falling outside seemed somewhat different from those that had been falling before.

I don't know what happened to these shells, but after they landed on the ground, they exploded and emitted a large amount of green gas!
(End of this chapter)