Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 1860 1861 An Adventure on the Battlefield

Therefore, the organization of some troops had to be streamlined: if there was no heavy artillery regiment, it would be cancelled and a mountain artillery regiment would be used to fill the gap.

At this stage, the mountain artillery regiments could no longer be used, so the mortar regiments were used to fill the gap. Some troops did not even have proper artillery, but were directly sent to the front lines to serve as cannon fodder.

If there were no artillery, they would use rifle grenades instead; if there were no anti-tank guns, they would use anti-tank rocket launchers instead; if there were no anti-aircraft guns, they would arrange two anti-aircraft machine guns to give the soldiers courage...

Of course, the establishment of such a force will be smaller, especially the commanders, which can be greatly reduced: you have to assign officers to the anti-tank artillery unit, and these officers need relevant professional knowledge, need to know how to read military maps, need to have a foundation in surveying and mapping, and have leadership skills.

But anti-tank rocket launchers certainly don't need these. All they need are a few instructors to teach the soldiers how to use such weapons.

By the same token, this type of simplified force does not require an anti-aircraft artillery commander, nor does it require a corresponding dispatching supply officer, nor does it require more trucks to transport supplies such as artillery shells and accessories.

In this way, even a large number of trucks can be saved, which can be said to be a win-win situation when calculated, because the production capacity of trucks is insufficient anyway, so there is simply no need to equip so many trucks.

After being simplified all the way, the coalition forces are now in the following state: some infantry units have almost the same equipment as they did 20 years ago. Apart from the rifles in their hands, they also have specially enhanced weapons such as rocket launchers and anti-tank grenades. There is no improvement or change compared to their fathers.

"I think we can get through here faster if we crawl..." The soldier, who had little physical strength left, finally couldn't help it. He felt that crawling a few meters per minute was a waste of time.

If he had been allowed to stand up and take a little risk, they would have been resting in the damaged building opposite by now.

Perhaps their comrades over there have already prepared hot water or hot soup for them, or even some fragrant noodles to enjoy.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that all the suffering he had suffered was unnecessary. Even if the opponent's shooting skills were more accurate, as long as they moved faster, they would not be able to hit them.

"Shut up! If you don't want to live, don't kill us! If we attract artillery fire, we'll all be finished." The captain who was crawling in front scolded his men behind him. He had actually seen the artillery fire of the Tang army, and that scene was enough to scare anyone to pee their pants.

Or to put it more frighteningly, the Tang army's artillery fire was enough to scare people outside the target area into peeing their pants, but those who became the target had no chance to pee their pants...

Seven or eight artillery shells would fall without warning, accurately covering the range that the Tang army wanted to strike. The coalition soldiers in the target area would become piles of minced meat before they even had time to lie down and find cover. In a sense, these people died without pain, and the Tang army could be said to be quite merciful.

This kind of firepower strike and the coalition's artillery attack are completely tactics from two different eras. The coalition's side is the firepower coverage that was more common in World War II, while the Tang army has already adopted the point support theory of modern artillery.

Through more sophisticated barrel processing and a highly efficient and smooth battlefield communication system, Tang's artillery fire has evolved from wasting shells to targeted attacks. Several or dozens of shells landed almost simultaneously and directly submerged the target. The target did not even realize that it had been exposed and attacked until the moment of death.

"I can't go on any longer. I'll just get up and run a few steps, just a few meters..." The soldier felt his arms aching and he couldn't hold on any longer.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he should take the risk, and that it was worth the risk: the enemy sniper might have already left, and even if he hadn't left, it was impossible for them to be staring at their location, and even if they were staring at their location, it was impossible for them to immediately aim at him while he was moving.

Even if he aimed, he might not hit the target, right? With such a small probability, it was definitely worth a try.

Thinking of this, without waiting for the captain in front of him to stop him, he raised his butt and prepared to climb out of the shallow shelter. After all, he was carrying so much ammunition on his back, and his movements were much slower than he expected.

Because he had no suitable carrying equipment, the pockets hanging on his belt and backpack changed his center of gravity, pulling him so that he couldn't get up smoothly and immediately.

After swaying like this, he finally straightened his upper body, knelt on the ground and used his hand to adjust the crooked helmet on his head.

This was completely different from what he had imagined, because in his perfect plan, he should have already started sprinting towards the building that was so close.

"Bang!" A clear gunshot echoed in the sky, breaking the silence around. The soldier of the Lions Empire who was kneeling on the ground and preparing to stand up felt his head hit hard by something, and the entire helmet seemed to change shape.

He wanted to reach out to hold the helmet that might have been knocked off, but he found that the world was spinning and he couldn't find his hand at all. Then he fell to the ground and his vision turned into darkness.

"Does anyone else want to give it a try?" Seeing his men being shot down, the captain who was crawling in the front coldly asked the soldiers behind him who were so scared that they were about to wet their pants.

No one answered. Everyone had seen a real battlefield. It was so cruel that it made people tremble all over, and so terrifying that it gave people nightmares.

Just by giving the other party a chance, his life was easily buried in this worthless ruin. Because of the angle, no one dared to pick up the ammunition on the fallen soldier's body. Everyone tacitly crawled over the soldier's curled legs carefully.

No one avoided the pair of legs that were still warm, and some even tried their best to get close to those two feet, because this was the only way to prevent their buttocks from being exposed on the sandbag.

Who knows if the sniper from the Tang Empire is interested in firing another shot? No one wants to get hurt in such a place. There are not many medical supplies on the front line. If you get injured here, whether you can crawl back to find a hospital is a fatal problem.

"Remember this place, crawl back at night and pick up the bullets!" The captain ordered the soldiers behind him as he crawled, "It's safer than going back to get ammunition supplies..."