Steel steam and flame

There are too many enemies, and I can't handle them at all. If something happened to the major, Cassia thought it would be better for her to run back with her legs. He has nothing to do with the volcano base, and all rights lie with the military school.

The advance was noticeably slower, with strong winds and blizzards being the main reasons. Perhaps his own existence is also one of the factors that hinders the enemy from advancing more carefully. Keeping his eyes on the front, Cassia walked around several positions to grasp the enemy's latest developments.

The enemy re-divided the flanks on both sides in a more detailed squad and surrounded the major and others. The main force in the middle is still those who were injured by the artillery. They use heavy machine guns and rapid-fire machine guns as the main firepower output. They advance bit by bit in a strict formation, and they can also assist and cooperate with each other at a faster speed.

During the short stay, the enemy didn't just stop and rest. The commanders also discussed with each other. They had the physical capital to spend, but the major's resistance to the environment was very small, and the equipment help was somewhat insufficient due to the snowstorm.

The female sniper also joined the team, instead of following the team and firing cold shots as before. Cassia felt that the major's side was more dangerous. Not long ago, the sniper seemed to be only interested in people at the captain level. Every time he fired, he aimed at several captains and Major Barron. Now she was in the middle of the team. With her sharp eyes and the slow perception of ordinary soldiers, there was no chance of avoiding the sniper rifle.

There is another man beside the woman, who seems to be for protection. He looks very ordinary and his body shape is not outstanding. But the threat cannot be ignored. He was someone who just returned to the team not long ago, so his strength naturally had several levels.

The time is slowly advancing towards eleven o'clock while waiting. The enemy launches modified flares one by one at the surrounding trees. The long-lasting flames make the dead spots in the woods slowly disappear.

Considering the distance, not far ahead was where Major Barron and the others should be, and gunshots were about to sound. Cassia quickly climbed up the ancient tree and advanced through the intertwined branches. But his weight was a bit bad, and his flexible body didn't turn him into an ape-like creature. Hiding in a big tree only limited his own sensitivity.

Holding up the gun, Cassia gently placed his eyes and the aim of the gun on a line, and trapped an enemy's head through the heavy tree trunks. He had memorized the surrounding terrain in his mind, and he changed positions after firing a shot. According to his calculations, the connection time could be kept within a few seconds.

With his ears open, Cassia began to artificially filter out the sound of wind and leaves rubbing around him, focusing only on the enemy in front, waiting for the battle between the two sides to begin, and then silently firing cold shots from behind. Apart from the revolver, the burst firing of the musket was the one he practiced the most, and he had great confidence in its accuracy.

"Is something wrong?" Cassia muttered while maintaining the same aiming posture for a few minutes. According to the calculated values, the enemy should not be far from the colonel and the others now. With bullets of any type and caliber, personnel on both sides should be fully included in the effective range.

But Cassia didn't hear the gunfire. The enemy in front advanced very slowly, and now it turned into waiting.

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"Major, the enemy has stopped and should be waiting for the people behind us."

"I know that no one will joke with their own lives. It seems that they still recognize our strength." Major Barron said with a smile, but the people around him couldn't be happy, "What we need now is Time, this can also make us more calm."

As he spoke, he turned on a few fluorescent tubes and threw them forward, illuminating the darkness that had not seen light for more than a hundred years. Here is the interior of the airship wreckage.

"It's a pity that none of these things have been preserved, otherwise our chances of survival would be much greater." The major sighed as he looked at the pile of rusty artillery in front of him. There was a thin layer of cannon lying on the ground under his shoes. Water, with a layer of mold floating on it. Unaffected by the cold climate on the ground, they reproduced in abundance unexpectedly.

"The air is still flowing. Sometimes I have to wonder how these things were made. It is indeed an airship that fell down when the Xuefeng Base was bombed by the enemy a hundred years ago. After such a long time, the airship itself has also It's buried underground, and it's covered with many ancient trees. But the air circulation system is still running, which is surprising enough." The major walked ahead with a flashlight, and he was already deep inside. Arriving inside the airship. Including the captain who came over just now, a total of six captains followed him.

The others were left in place to assist the other captains in carrying some smaller-caliber artillery shells and placing them neatly. After inspection, the projectiles of these shells were not seriously damaged, and some propellants were still usable. Can be used for collective detonation. The strength of the captains was acceptable, and the huge knocking force was enough to activate the fuze devices at the front of these shells.

This was their last resort, and the remaining fifty or so veterans had no extra physical strength to carry out a forced march. The enemy was attacking from both front and back again, leaving no place to retreat. If the Major's side succeeds, all this work can be regarded as just a warm-up, they thought.

The hard steel block of the cannonball made them feel at ease. Hiding inside the wreckage of the airship, protected from the cold outside, looking up at the large hole, I felt an unexpected sense of depth.

The surroundings were brightly illuminated by fluorescent tubes, and many people found a random position on the shells, sitting or lying down, panting. After removing the masks, I found that many people's cheeks and lips had turned purple and had cracks. But the cold makes these wounds less painful in another way.

Because of the nervousness and the effects of stimulants, I finally felt thirsty after resting. Some people had not yet discarded the water bottles they carried with them. They wanted to drink water, but it was all frozen inside and could not be poured out. So I could only climb up to the ground through waterfall-like tree roots and ropes, grab some snow and bring it down.

"It's still the same situation. If the enemy doesn't show his head, we won't take the initiative to fire. The enemy is following behind and can't get away. Just wait for the major's action." After getting the shells down, A captain came to the ground and asked the hiding observers.

"Prepare the poison gas canisters. When news comes from the major, we will release them all. No matter whether it is effective or not, it is good to disturb the enemy a little." He sighed and took a look around, and darkness surrounded them. . I wanted to run away, but I was afraid of the dark, and I didn't know which direction to go.