Emperor’s Battlefield: I, Zhu Houzhao, like to push horizontally

Chapter 45: The person I, Zhu Houzhao, want to kill cannot be saved even by Tathagata Buddha.

"All ministries report on the retention of ammunition personnel!"

Sitting on the rubble of the collapsed city wall, the commander of the mechanized infantry regiment ate biscuits and listened to the reports from each department.

"The remaining ammunition of the artillery regiment is one and a half, and the number of combat personnel currently available is 369."

"The remaining ammunition of the first battalion is two bases, 13 rocket launchers, 53 grenades, the mortar shells have been used up, and the remaining combat personnel are 143."

"The remaining ammunition of the second battalion is two and a half base, the rocket launchers have been used up, 23 grenades, all platoon artillery shells have been fired, and there are 106 personnel..."

"Third Camp..."

"Regiment Security Company..."

Reports came one after another.

These news did not affect the speed of the captain's eating, and he chewed the biscuits in his mouth leisurely.

When the last unit finished reporting, the mechanized infantry commander swallowed the food in his mouth, put the microphone to his mouth, and said without any fluctuation in his tone:
"Brothers, we have defeated the enemy's nine attacks. I believe that the last victory will belong to us."

"For your Majesty, for Ming Dynasty, and for those dead brothers, our army will win this battle!"

He stood up slightly and looked at the clouds rolling in in the distance.

The commander of the mechanized infantry regiment understood that this would be the enemy's last wave of attack, and it would also be the most ferocious wave.

"Now, as the commander-in-chief, I order all troops to abandon the city wall and retreat to the city for street fighting."

"The artillery regiment understands."

"The first battalion received it."

"Second Battalion..."

There were no complaints, only firm answers.

Passing the microphone to the communications soldier next to him who had a broken arm, the commander of the mechanized infantry regiment began to direct the soldiers around him to gather and retreat.

After winning the second round that day, the White Walkers launched another attack.

The third round of attacks was very dangerous, and the White Walkers actually sent flying corpses.

Although there are not many in number, they are very large.

They carried a large number of corpses and other ghosts on their claws, and they were thrown directly into the city and artillery positions.

Although the flying corpses were beaten down by the soldiers, the fallen corpses and alien ghosts caused great chaos.

Only at the cost of dozens of soldiers dying was the third wave of enemies completely defeated.

In the following night and day, the White Walkers launched six more rounds of attacks. In the most dangerous one, the enemy once again stirred up a blizzard and dispatched hundreds of giant corpse beasts, brutally collapsing several sections of the city wall despite the bombardment.

As the number of rounds of attack increases, so does the number of wights.

In that round of the most dangerous battle, the number of opponents increased to tens of thousands.

The soldiers, who had fought hard for a day and a night, relied on their unyielding will and desperate courage to drive the corpses off the city wall.

Now after two days and one night of fighting, they were about to usher in the enemy's last wave of attack, which was also the last attack.

The number of enemies has exceeded imagination. Looking at the mist, there are densely packed corpses, no less than [-] in number.

With such a huge number and the troops at full strength, the commander of the mechanized infantry regiment was not sure of achieving a perfect victory.

Now there are heavy casualties, not much ammunition, and no possibility of victory.

After careful consideration, he decided to abandon the worthless city wall and choose to engage in street fighting in the city, scattering the enemy and wearing them down bit by bit.

Zhu Houzhao, who was protected by soldiers from the safe area, looked at the troops retreating from the collapsed city wall, with a flash of helplessness in his eyes.

After that dangerous battle, he came up with the idea of ​​inviting the eldest lady.

But he was rejected by the leader of the machine team.

In the words of the leader of Jibu.

'The welfare war is not over yet and they are not getting many resources.

If there is a third stage of the Welfare War after resisting the White Walkers, then Zhu Houzhao will miss this third stage.

Everyone knows that the further you go, the higher the reward will be.

As the most loyal subordinate, he would not allow his monarch to miss such a good opportunity. '

In this regard, Zhu Houzhao sighed helplessly.

The nine attacks of the White Walkers gave him a lot of gains, and each round of treasure chest draws also brought surprises one after another.

But except for the first and second time, he didn't have any smile on his face for the rest of the rewards he received.

These things were all obtained by the lives of his soldiers.

"Master, are those brothers asleep?" Zhu Houzhao glanced outside the city and was about to withdraw with the troops into the city, and a timid female voice sounded in his mind.

Looking back, he saw the little girl holding the flowerpot and holding the corner of his clothes with one hand, curiously looking at the body being carried back by the soldiers.

Zhu Houzhao was silent, reached out and touched the little girl's head, and said softly: "Yes, they are too tired, they should rest."

After saying that, he looked back at the White Walkers in the distance, who were about to launch their final round of attack.

In the dark, Zhu Houzhao could feel that there was a gaze watching him from the opposite side.

The look came after round two and hasn't gone away since.

Zhu Houzhao didn't know who the other party was. It might be the Night King, the boss of the White Walkers, or it might be another more powerful being.

But no matter who the other party was, Zhu Houzhao decided to keep him.

If this thief is not dead, how can he, the king, have any dignity in front of the soldiers who are fighting to the death for him?

"Instruct all troops to retreat to the corridor and seal all passages."

Zhu Houzhao violated the order he had given, and he finally decided to use his trump card.

If the resources are gone, they can be found again in the future. As long as he is still on the Imperial battlefield, there will be countless opportunities in the future.

But the soldiers who followed him only had one life.

Maybe after they die, they will enter the imperial battlefield and be reincarnated again, but for Zhu Houzhao, their connection is only this time.

"Your Majesty!"

The commander of the Jibu regiment heard this and wanted to persuade him, but Zhu Houzhao stopped him with his hand.

Facing the other party's grateful but ashamed eyes, Zhu Houzhao said with a serious expression: "If you still recognize me as your lord, you will carry out this decree."

The commander of the machine infantry looked at Zhu Houzhao with firm eyes, was silent for a long time, silently raised his hand to salute a military salute, and turned around to convey Zhu Houzhao's will.

The troops withdrew from the defense line and entered the Cockroach Man's temple in an orderly manner.

In the space where the Tianjing Jade Cup was located, Zhu Houzhao ordered the engineering soldiers to dig a bunker.

The leader counts defeat before victory, and must always find a way out for the army.

The bunker under the temple is the last retreat for the entire army.

After the decree was conveyed, Zhu Houzhao turned around and looked in the direction where he was looking, with cold eyes and said:

"No matter who you are, you will be buried with my brothers today. The people I, Zhu Houzhao, want to kill will be useless even if Tathagata Buddha comes."

After speaking, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and walked towards a tall building.

Zhao Kuangyin, who followed him silently throughout the whole process, looked at Zhu Houzhao's back with emotion in his eyes.

Although what Zhu Houzhao just said was arrogant, he had been with Zhu Houzhao for a while and knew that the other party had the confidence to say this.

Zhao Kuangyin admired him even more for his willingness to give up better rewards that might appear for the sake of soldiers.

There are a few people in the world who remain indifferent to the temptation of treasure rewards.

Thinking of all the things he saw while following Zhu Houzhao, Zhao Kuangyin sighed with envy in his heart.

"He is a born hero who is affectionate, righteous and decisive in doing things. Zhu Chongba, the old boy's ancestor, doesn't know what kind of incense he burns." '

'Zhu Chongba not only transformed from a beggar to an emperor, but also among his descendants, there was such a heroic master born, which is really enviable! '

When Zhao Kuangyin was envious of the old Zhu family's unfavorable luck, he pulled Zhu Houzhao by the corner of his clothes and followed him. He looked curiously at the little girls around him and saw the body of a soldier with half of his body missing.

His eyes became dull.

She knew this soldier. When she came out with her master in the morning, he gave her a very delicious candy.

But now this good man was lying on the cold wooden board, with only half of his body left.

Although the little girl has almost no life experience, it does not mean that she really does not understand anything.

Is the big brother in front of me really asleep?

The more she thought about it, the more confused she became, and she wanted to ask Zhu Houzhao.

But Zhu Houzhao's serious expression made her dare not ask.

Out of habit, she picked up a small bronze mirror hanging on her chest and slowly placed it on her forehead.

After a few breaths, she opened her eyes.

There was no trace of timidity, fear, or cowardice in her beautiful eyes.

Those obsidian-like eyes were burning with angry flames at this moment.

(End of this chapter)