Two Hundred and Twenty Books

Ruins and bullet craters are scattered throughout this small village, which had just been captured by the attacking forces of Alan Hill a few hours ago.

Tanks and armored vehicles were still parked at the back of the village, and the grenadiers in front of the village had already set up their defense lines.

A young soldier was laying a piece of letter paper on a scraped tabletop and writing it seriously. His expression was focused, but his handwriting was not so pretty.

Dear Linna:

I'm fine here, and in fact life here is pretty decent, except for the constant face of death.

I really miss you and our kids so much, I love you and I love them too. I'm fighting desperately here so that you can live happily in the rear.

I have already mailed back this month's salary, and by the time you received this letter, you should have already received it.

I have read your letter, and I am really happy to hear that the house is getting better and better. You know, knowing that you are eating well and wearing warm clothes now, I feel that everything I do now is meaningful.

Because we are attacking forward, the supplies are not transported in time. Except for getting the ammunition on time, everything has to be at night.

If we don't attack, there will be beef from the rear, and the taste will be much better. But yesterday, the troops only replenished a box of canned fish, which is the best supply we have received in recent days.

Before, we were all eating potatoes and dried vegetables... But don't get me wrong, there is still a lot of food in the army, but during the battle, those good things that are usually eaten can't be shipped.

We had a rare and sumptuous lunch at the camp yesterday. The canned fish was a bit fishy, ​​but it was much better than the dried vegetables.

I don't understand the fact that Glickon is still going to great lengths to import these canned fish - aren't they the most powerful magical empire in the world? Why eat something that's not so fresh.

It makes me very happy to see your letter saying that fresh fish can be eaten in my hometown. When I go back, I can put up a wooden rack in our yard so that it will be more convenient when you dry your clothes.

Any idea where my inspiration came from? Because I saw some tank soldiers hang their washed clothes on the tank barrels.

Mark was wounded seven days ago in a fight outside of Mountain City, and he was shot in the arm, and I carried him to the field hospital, where he was sawed off the rest of that arm.

It is certain that he will not be able to write letters home for a long time to come. So when you see Ashil, comfort her, this is what Mark asked me to do, and I can't forget it.

Because of my heroic performance in rescuing my comrades in the outskirts of the mountain city and fighting stubbornly, I won a bronze eagle medal. Next time I can show it to you, it is very beautiful, and it is very powerful to wear on the chest.

Well, without further ado, I've had a good time here, and it would have been even better if I could sleep in a tent when I was resting at night.

I know you miss me because I miss you all the time. Although we can't be together, we all know that love flows between us.

In order that we can always be together in the future, and that the good life can continue, now I must hide my thoughts deeply and fight bravely for His Majesty the Emperor.

wait for me to go back,

Linna, when I go back...

"The puppet is fighting back! Prepare to fight!" At the other end of the ruins, a soldier loudly reminded his comrades.

Huck shoved the half-written letter back into his glove bag and picked up the STG-44 assault rifle beside him.

Through the rear view door on the weapon, he saw the puppets coming up densely, carrying bright bayonets, followed by a few puppet tanks.

"Crash." Hucka moved the bolt and got ready for battle. Beside him, a soldier with a Mauser 98K rifle also looked at the enemy on the opposite side nervously.

Just as those puppets were getting closer, there was a sound of "Hoo!", and the cannonballs flew over Huck's head with a whistling sound. The huge sound of breaking wind scared everyone to shrink their necks, and then in the ocean of puppets, There was a huge wave.

Countless puppets were blown away by this 155mm howitzer shell, and Alan Hill's artillery fire once again made its own roar when the enemy was angry.

However, the puppet troops on the opposite side had no intention of retreating at all. They continued to move forward, straddling the wreckage of their own people smashed by the shells.

The machine gun positions began to play in the next second, and the dense tracer bullets broke into the crowd of puppet soldiers. A puppet tank was hit directly by a howitzer and exploded into a throbbing flame in the crowd.

Through the sight of his STG-44 assault rifle, Huck took aim at a puppet that was firing his rifle in the other direction, then pulled the trigger and hit the poor puppet.

The puppet staggered and fell, and was trampled to pieces by the puppet behind him. At this time, a broken brick beside Huck was hit by an incoming bullet, and a piece of debris was splashed.

The disgraced Huck quickly retracted his head. This is a battlefield where bullets are flying, and it is unclear when someone will shoot you.

Mortars soon joined the battle, and as the soldiers of the puppet empire continued to approach, more weapons were fired, and more puppets fell on the way.

A puppet whose waist was smashed by a bullet crawled hard on the ground, and then a puppet tank rushed over from behind him and ran over his body like this. The giant iron-clad wheel crushed the puppet's head, leaving only a section of the arm exposed.

While the Ailan Hill artillery continued to bombard the puppet troops, a 130mm caliber shell fell on the position of the Ailan Hill soldiers. The shells splashed a piece of rubble, which made all the Alan Hill soldiers nervous.

The enemy's artillery shelling has also begun. Although most of the artillery of the puppet empires are 130mm caliber, it is better to have a large amount of them.

"Boom!" A shell landed dozens of meters in front of Huck's bunker, and the huge explosion left a crater there and exuded heat.

Immediately afterwards, a shell exploded near Huck's location. The huge explosion made Huck's ears suddenly lose his hearing. He only felt that a bee got into his ear, except for the buzzing. The buzzing he couldn't hear.

The rubble and mud raised by the explosion of the shell covered his body, and the falling rubble clacked on his M42 steel helmet, but he couldn't hear anything. .

I'm done... This is what he was thinking at this moment in his mind. He didn't know what he was like when he was bombed. Maybe he lost a leg, maybe his lower body was gone.

Anyway, after so long on the battlefield, he has seen all kinds of corpses, some without heads, some without legs... Of course, or there is nothing missing on his body, but there is a hole in his forehead. ...

Linna, I probably won't be able to go back to see you and the kids... heck... he shook his head and struggled to get out of the dirt. He couldn't hear the voice in his ear, and he could only see the puppet soldiers approaching from a distance from his blurry eyes.

Where's the gun? He fumbled around and found his rifle. He pulled it hard and pulled the rifle to his side.

The left hand is still...a lucky thing. Looking at one of his own hands, Huck said to himself happily in his heart, then he tried to move his other hand and found that the other hand could still move.

It seems that even if it is injured, it is a matter of the lower body... Huck tried his best to climb out of the floating soil he was hiding, and was lifted up by the cannonball, and rolled into the crater that had just exploded not far away.

This is a natural bunker and a very effective way of avoiding shelling: the chance of a shell landing in the same crater is very small.

Taking a closer look at his body, Huck found that he was miraculously uninjured. Apart from the constant ringing of his ears, he finally did not lose some "parts".

Deaf is at least better than dead. Huck picked up the STG-44 rifle and prepared to continue fighting. The moment he was about to stick his head out, he saw the body of the comrade lying on the other side.

Just now, he also saw this guy firing a Mauser 98K rifle at the opposite side. At this moment, the lives that were still alive in the first few seconds were lying there in such a cold and broken state, nothing like mud and rubble. two.

Shaking his head, Huck once again aimed his gun at the distant puppets, pulled the trigger, and poured his suppressed emotions and bullets from the magazine onto the lifeless bastards.

"Ah! Go to hell!" He roared loudly, accompanied by the fire from the muzzle, accompanied by the even and fine gunshots: "chuchu! chug!"

In the distance behind him, another cannonball fell and exploded, setting off sandy rubble and thick black smoke.

Beside him, the M4 tank track rolled up the floating soil, ran over the ruins, and pointed his long 90mm caliber tank gun at the enemy not far away.

In the next second, a thick smoke spewed out of the tank's muzzle, and Huck finally heard a cannon shot - his hearing gradually recovered, but a puppet tank in the distance could never recover. coming.

Outside Dorcam, such tragic battles are going on continuously, and it seems that there is no end at all...