Tomorrow's Ark, the journey of hardcore and ruthless people

At the same time, the headquarters of the Sixth Army, which had received the request, had fallen into a heated debate, and the staff officers were at loggerheads:

"The Preobrazhensky Regiment and the 42nd Line Rifle Regiment must be thrown into battle immediately, otherwise this attack will not be able to break through the enemy's defenses!"

"Then what if we haven't broken through yet? Will the reserve team be transformed from the magic lamp? This is our last force. If we invest in them and we can't win, then the Sixth Army will fall into a completely passive situation. We have no way to deal with the introduction of new troops. Not to mention the failure of the entire battle, we are even at risk of being defeated!"

Everyone from the most junior lieutenant trainee to the colonel and chief of staff participated in the debate. In the end, both sides clarified their views, expressed their arguments, made their own arguments, and left the choice to Commander Fran. Lieutenant General Geer.

Chief of Staff Koperov finally said loudly: "Your Excellency, as a staff officer, I only have the right to make suggestions. The only suggestion I can make is to remind you that this decision will affect the outcome of the entire battle."

Wrangel looked at the clusters of collapsed and damaged artillery on the mountain and the large corpses surrounding it, looked at the land sailors jumping off the burning deck, looked at the tumbling waves in the distance but couldn't make an inch , The attacking troops that were stagnant around the barracks were silent.

He raised his binoculars and scanned the beleaguered attacking force in the distance.But when the aperture of his telescope stabilized, the first thing that came into view was neither soldiers lying on the ground or retreating into a trench, nor a machine gun spewing flames, but a gorgeous bicorne hat.

It is held high by a gem-encrusted command knife.

……

The major general brigade commander shouted hoarsely: "Brothers! Get out! You are waiting to die here!"

The weak voice was drowned out in the sound of guns and guns, and fewer and fewer soldiers climbed up to shoot automatic weapons with single rifles.More and more were curled up and trembling.

The major general knelt down and shook the terrified private: "Come on, boy! Come on! Do you want to be a warrior or a coward? How will you see yourself tomorrow?"

He stood up again and looked at the filthy shield guards who had just rushed to him along the trench.These half-companies of shield guards are waiting for his order, and this is the largest force he can command now.

The major general took off the bicorne hat on his head, pulled out the command knife from his waist and raised the hat high. He shouted at the trumpeter who was cowering beside him: "Brumpeter! Blow the marching bugle!"

Then he roared with a louder voice: "Usus soldiers! Soldiers! Stagnation is death! Who wants to follow me?!"

At the same time as the voice fell, the brigade commander had climbed out of the ditch, jumped up and waved the command knife in the top hat.His last staff officer was sifted by machine-gun bursts the second he climbed out of the barracks, raising his saber and shouting "Follow me!"

Suddenly the shrieking bugle sounded, and at the same time a shield guard became the third Ursus soldier to climb out of the barrage.

In the next second, more trumpeters began to answer and sound the marching horn.The sound of the trumpet has become the muscle memory of officers and soldiers in countless trainings, urging the Ursus infantry to climb out of the barricade and move on.In a blink of an eye, Ursus soldiers crawled out desperately and madly in every section of the barrage, like ants that exploded their nests.

As before, the Ursus soldiers once again rushed towards the next barbed wire fence under the torrential firepower.

At the same time, Wrangel threw down the binoculars and shouted in an unquestionable tone: "Preobrazhensky Guards Regiment, No. 40 Second Infantry Regiment, advance immediately!"

**

The charge of the Ursus army was as hell for themselves as it was for the tribunes.Unlike the actual casualties suffered by the Ursus infantry, the partisans suffered mainly from mental pressure.You must know that in the main attack currently underway, the Ursus Sixth Army has invested one division and one brigade.The tribune officers and soldiers in the front-line fortifications were only one-fifth of the opponent's strength, and the artillery, which was most effective in suppressing the charge of the infantry group, was busy dealing with Ursus' counterparts and diluting the land carriers.

Since the artillery comrades cannot be counted on, the infantrymen of the Nationalist Army can only rely on the weapons in their hands, the technical and tactical qualities that have been honed repeatedly, the comrades around them, and their own will.

"3000 rounds! Change the barrel!!!"

The machine gun unit next to Zubachev, the instructor of the ninth company of the fourth infantry regiment, stopped firing.

The PKM is the best general purpose machine gun that has ever existed.Its biggest disadvantage is that it is slow to replace the barrel. This was a trade-off made by the original designers for other performance.Considering that the integrated movement is different from the Soviet motorized infantry riding BMP and BTR, the machine gun in the integrated movement is likely to play the role of Maxim for long-term continuous shooting. The small arms design unit of the 113th Division is still equipped with a copycat version of the integrated movement. Design changes including a heavy barrel, barrel heat sink and changes to the barrel fixing structure have alleviated this problem to a certain extent at the expense of increased weight.

The main shooter's roar was so hoarse that it was barely worth mentioning in the roaring battlefield. Even the deputy shooter beside him couldn't hear what he was saying.But the secondary shooter's body took action before it could react.As the machine gunner covers the barrel fixing bolt in front of the receiver cover with the cartridge case, the assistant shooter wearing asbestos gloves immediately pulls the fixing bolt, grabs the handle and pulls out the red barrel, puts the replacement barrel into the gun and fixes it Tighten the bolt.

When he threw the red iron bar that was whistling and emitting white mist into the cooling sandbox beside him.The general-purpose machine gun had been reloaded and was raining death again.

From stopping to shooting again, the whole process took only seven seconds. For this kind of general-purpose machine gun that doesn't pay much attention to quick barrel replacement, this is a good result enough to be praised by the instructor, but at this moment, for this machine gun team Say, seven seconds is as long as a century.During this time, the wave of people in gray coats and black armors had already hit the nearest barbed wire fence.

"Damn it! Do the soldiers of the empire grow out of the ground?! Where did they get so many lunatics who are not afraid of death!!!"

The ammunition hand next to the instructor opened the lid of the new ammunition box and gave it to the deputy shooter, cursing; behind him, empty ammunition boxes were piled waist high, and on the right side of the machine gun, empty cartridge cases and 25 The semi-disposable ammunition chains were also piled up to knee height.

Although Comrade Ammunition Man's behavior was suspected of violating military discipline, at this time, the instructor who valued behavior the most did not bother to criticize him.

There is a large group of people rushing towards you in front of you, yelling words you don't understand, fearless of death, fearless, facing your never-ending strafing forward, even willing to use hundreds of corpses to pave the way.You kill 200, they let 400 people rush up, you kill [-], and then another [-] people rush up - in such a desperate situation, facing this crowd seems to be pouring out from the gate of hell Endless enemies, you are angry and helpless.What is a nonsense machine gun ammunition man?

What's more, he didn't say anything wrong - madman.This is what the grassroots commanders and fighters of the Protectorate Army said about their colleagues in Ursus.Before killing them to ensure that they don't kill themselves, any comments that are like literary youthful attacks will not appear.Who has time to think about that?

People only knew that the surging crowd was being cut off layer by layer by machine guns, but it was approaching slowly and almost unstoppably.They climbed over the corpses on the barbed wire, poured through the gaps opened by the shells and themselves, and rushed towards their trenches.

In the vast majority of areas, the enemy has not yet posed a real threat.Because the last barbed wire fence between the enemy and the trenches of the Nationalist Army is extremely configured: reinforced concrete piles and three concertina-shaped barbed wire fences are like three giant springs with thorns all over the body. The fence above the front is covered with iron spikes.

except for one place...

With a deafening roar, Zubachev watched in horror as the entire 50-meter-wide barbed wire collapsed in the mist—it was the result of the full output of quite a number of attacking spells.

Immediately afterwards, the howls of "Long live the emperor!" and the billowing waves of people swarmed over the corpses of many warlocks who were haggard for a moment and slowly fell down coughing blood.

Chapter 39 Fire and Sword

"People's hearts and minds are an important factor in national strength and military strength."

——Clausewitz

All weapons are sweeping towards the breach.

The Ursus soldier who rushed to the front with the gorgeous general's epaulets was hit directly by the cannon behind him.In desperation, the cannonballers fired an armor-piercing projectile, which directly cut off the general's head, and then pierced through four Ursus shield guards.

The entire company's machine rifle firepower was poured out, but it was difficult to suppress the impact of a large number of people led by the shield guards and close at hand.As a last resort, several directional mines exploded one after another, but their effect on the shield guards was not ideal.The cannons at the rear fired only a few shells in a hurry. High-explosive shells, shrapnel shells and even armor-piercing shells knocked down most of the Ursus shield guards one after another, revealing the ordinary infantry behind them. But at this moment, they had passed the last 50 meters away, rushing into the trench.

Flank fire from the left and right flanks is trying to seal the breach.However, on the defensive position of the Ninth Company of the Third Infantry Regiment, there were already hundreds of enemy infantry wielding cold weapons raging.

I don’t know whether it’s the path dependence caused by experience, or the fact that the rifle bayonet is not good enough in close combat. In addition to the 57 cm long bayonet that is enough to be used as a command knife, almost all Ursus soldiers also have a cold gun suitable for use in narrow environments. weapon.The richness of its types and the long span of time really opened the eyes of the soldiers of the Civilian Army who held an automatic gun.Among them are engineer shovels with blades, gauntlets with jabs, bludgeons, pickaxes, maces, chain hammers, hunting knives, daggers... each of which has no aesthetic concept, from the inside to the outside There is a thick bloody and barbaric atmosphere, and anyone who touches a guy will basically report directly to the old man of the God of Death.

Bloody hand-to-hand combat broke out.The Tribunal fighters were not issued with pistols in large numbers, so they could only hastily load their automatic rifles with short dagger-style bayonets, put a new magazine on the gun, and then were thrown in front of their opponents.

The Ursus soldiers were shot through the chest;

The militia soldier was stabbed in the neck.

The scale of hand-to-hand combat is getting bigger and bigger, and more and more people are grappling with the enemy.Zubachev opened fire with his automatic rifle, knocking down three enemies one after another, and then pulled the trigger when the fourth one rushed towards him.

The sound of the firing pin firing came from the barrel of the gun.

While being nailed to the trench wall with a rifle bayonet by the enemy, Zubachev drew his pistol and smashed the opponent's head.The severe pain came, and he collapsed on the trench wall.

According to Comrade General Political Commissar, people will recall their life when they think they are about to die.Zubachev really began to recall his life.

A long time ago, Zubachev was born in the yard of a serf and learned to walk in a wall of mud and stone.

The life of a serf can be seen at a glance: in this life, he will never leave the master's territory, face the loess and back to the sky, in endless corvee and farming from birth to death, in ignorance, poverty, bitterness, in all aspects of life Trying to survive against this kind of resistance - it's good to be alive.

The first emperor of Usas stipulated that no village serf could leave his village for fifty kilometers, otherwise he would be severely punished.Zubachev and the serfs like him never left even a mile from the serf owner's territory.Ursas has the largest land area on "this land", but the people at the bottom can't go anywhere.

Until one day, the Ursus Empire and the military service assigned by his country came.So the serf owners threw the serfs to the recruiting officers.Zubachev and his relatives and friends wore tattered shoes and clothes, and brothers, fathers and sons, and friends embarked on the journey together.

Young people suddenly find that they have the only chance in their life to leave their hometown and even the country.This matter itself is enough for them to go back and brag about it for a lifetime, and let their sons and grandchildren talk about it for a few lifetimes.Everyone has heard the songs and stories, and when they set off, they were in an urgent mood, dreaming of witnessing wonders, winning wealth and glory.War seemed like a great adventure, a journey most people never dream of.

Then they really knew what war was all about.

They were whipped to obey the officers, but the officers did not know their names, and only shouted majestically, ordering them to line up and hold their positions with bayonet-tipped muskets.

Sammy's archer missed nothing, Kasimir's knight charge shook the world, and Letania's spells were unimaginable.The comrade-in-arms next to him was blown to pieces, and he was covered in pieces of the dead.The younger brother watched the elder brother die, the father lost his son, and the friend stuffed his intestines into the cut belly before he died.

No sooner had their wounds been half healed than they received new ones.The quartermaster will only starve them to death. They never have enough to eat and only have the military uniforms they were issued when they joined the army.Shoes were worn out in the endless march, clothes were torn into strips of cloth, many people became sick from drinking dirty water, and their feces and urine were in their pants, but military doctors only existed in legends.

If they wanted new boots, or a warmer cloak, or a hat, they had to get them from dead bodies, and soon began stealing from the living.Then they stole ordinary people who used to be like themselves.Stealing chickens and dogs, killing cattle and sheep, is just one step away from robbing other people's daughters.

Along the way, Zubachev's troops went to the most barren Northwest tundra in Ursas to "clear out bandits".He reacted from his daze, and found that he didn't know anyone around him.He didn't know where he was or how to get home.

The young veteran broke down, he was a deserter, he didn't remember crawling away with dead bodies after a battle, or sneaking out of the camp in the dark night to find a place to hide.At this point, he doesn't expect to go home anymore. The tsar, officers and medals are not as good to him as a piece of bread that is harder than stone, at least the bread can make him live another day; Don't be afraid anymore.He ate the last meal without the next meal, and lived like a beast and not like a human.

It was the village he had robbed in the past that took him in.

Seeing the deserters kneeling on the ground sobbing, the villagers wielding pitchforks and hoes hesitated and relented.Finally, serfs from the south took up hoes on the land of the northwest tundra, got married, and had children.

But although the place where Zubachev joined the army did not lay eggs, the northwest tundra did not shit.The meager income made Zubachev horrified, and the collection and extortion by pickets and tax collectors was always inevitable.

It's just harder to live.

The climax of the disaster finally came.In order to support his family, Zubachev went to the Originium Mine to fight against labor - and accidentally became an infected person.He had no choice but to place the order and run back, wearing a coat all day and night, continuing to plow the fields, waiting for the end of his life.

Until a green coat on a bike broke into his life, laughing at the misery of the world.

No one does not welcome traders who ride bicycles full of goods from house to alley and village, sometimes drive iron carts that are not pulled by animals, and even occasionally drive small mobile villages and towns to hold bazaars.In other words, no one does not welcome high-quality and cheap refined salt and white sugar, cigarettes in paper packets, boxes of matches, "exquisite" plastic lighters, and all kinds of beautiful small mirrors and combs.Those guys come back with a rewarding experience every time they come.

But everyone also knows that those people are definitely not as simple as "traders"-since they appeared, the number of pickets appeared less and less, and more than one person saw a whole team of tax collectors who died on the side of the road. The naked picket post and the butt of a gun peeking out from under the green coat.

But it was an accident that really unraveled things.A girl in the village beat up the picket, and the pickets who came to retaliate rushed into the village and searched every house.By this time there was nothing to hide.Zubachev ran out thinking that as long as I surrendered, the whole village would be saved. When I went out, I saw Mr. Izyaslav, who was two houses away, rolled up his sleeves, revealing the origin stone crystals on his arms, and even cut his own arm. , using crystals in blood to prove that he is an infected person.

Then a passing bicycle tour businessman jumped out, took out two pistols and knocked down eight pickets in ten seconds.Then another village beauty jumped out with a flaming sword and knocked down the remaining two.

Next, it was the day and night of the integrated sports training class. The class wiped away the darkness that shrouded his heart, and instilled an unprecedented way of life and thinking mode into his mind, allowing him to see Realized my own strength and saw how great hope I can have in the new society.

His own wife and children are now working hard in the mutual aid group, and his recent letters are about the completion of new houses and the development of land.The letter told him that with the development of the integration movement, a new integrationist regime was established in this large village.After the bandits, tax collectors, and pickets could no longer come to extort money, everyone let go of their efforts and managed the family business well. As a member of the military, with the help of the mutual aid group and the village committee, nothing major happened.His wife and children are looking forward to Zubachev's new life.

Zubachev and everyone has seen what it is like when someone dies in the line of duty before: he is buried with splendor in the Cemetery of the Martyrs, there will be gunfire, a guard of honor and a mass funeral; the civil service of the integration movement will pay him His wife and children were killed in battle with a large amount of pensions, and he assumed the responsibility of taking care of them; no one with a bad heart in the village would dare to take things from his family, let alone bully his wife and children, because they were "family members of martyrs"— In the civil system of the Reunification Movement, this is a very high-status status, and it is given relative preferential treatment.

So there will be no worries after his death.

In the haze of bleeding, Zubachev saw the flaming sword again.He believed it was a dying hallucination.

But this is not an illusion.

**

The breach opened in the position of the Ninth Company of the Fourth Infantry Regiment attracted most of the attention of both sides.

The Ursus soldiers who hadn't climbed out of the blocking trench obviously began to gather at the breach. Shield guards and warlocks had already rushed here to shoot at the defensive firepower trying to block it; The fourth regiment also immediately mobilized its reserve team to rush here.

However, the first ones to arrive here were not the "Assault Company" of the regiment equipped with automatic shotguns and automatic rifles, but those who arrived at the front to command...

Tallulah.

She wore the gorgeous new uniform of an Ursus gendarmerie officer, with a majestic black cloak over it.Coupled with her pretty yet resolute face, and her straight and tall figure, she is really heroic and radiant...

All of the above do not exist!

The green army overcoat and camouflage training uniform like ordinary soldiers wrapped the tall and slim figure of the girl into a rice dumpling, and the black smoke from the gunpowder covered her pretty face.Everyone only saw this short man wielding a large sword that could be used as the main weapon for the shield guards, walking through the melee crowd like a poisonous snake, and no Ursus soldier could survive a round in his hands.After cutting down a whole dozen enemies, she stood in the center of the Jiulian position, raising the long sword in her hand high.

Then a hot flame burned on the long sword!

And then, a whole row of churning fire walls suddenly ignited at the gap in the barbed wire, and the rolling flames began to spread rapidly in the barracks in the distance!

Terrible shouts began to sound.Some of the screams resembled the howling of wolves, some resembled the screams of monkeys, and some resembled the sounds of certain birds, but no matter what they sounded like, they were all uttered with the last bit of strength under extreme pain The desperate wailing, like an ice knife piercing the soul of the listener, made even the fire magician Talula, who had long been accustomed to the extreme cold of the northwest tundra, shudder uncontrollably.

Immediately after that, figures appeared in the flames. Those figures were like evil spirits from hell, waving their hands and desperately crawling out of the trench, running and jumping and rolling on the ground...

Everyone in the entire Ninth Company's position, the two sides whose bayonets were red, froze their movements, silently watching all these things and their instigators.

Tallulah, who held the burning magic sword high with one hand, stared at them in confusion until a big iron-like hand pinched the back of her neck and pulled her down. trenches.

In the next second, the bursts of automatic weapons and the blast of shotguns suddenly sounded, merged into one piece, and approached quickly.Then there were army green figures leaping over the trench.

Comand glanced at the enemies outside the trench who were beginning to be unable to support being swept away, and the machine guns that had started firing again to seal the breach in this area, and understood that the breach would not continue to be torn open, and the enemy still had to stand outside the barbed wire fence Eat machine guns.Then he turned his head to look at Tallulah up and down, even turned the girl over to look behind her, and finally let out a long breath.

Tallulah felt the man's breath blowing on her cheeks, and her head was a little dizzy——