185 – David and Goliath (4) – Sherkiv Campaign
To da da da da da da da—!!
Tak, click click!!
“Reload!!”
“This is the last shot! Anybody is fine, so bring some ammo!!”
Ridwock hurriedly opened the barrel of his machine gun and loaded the bullets. A machine gun so hot that even touching it would burn you.
I was worried that it might explode at this rate, but the fall of the trench line might be more important than the machine gun burst.
There were too many of those damn bastards crawling out from beyond the trenches.
Whether you shoot or shoot, you step on the corpse of a comrade lying on the ground and run upstairs.
Just a few minutes ago, the enemy even approached right in front of me. If the senior sergeant who was serving as an assistant shooter hadn’t sharpened the shotgun all of a sudden, he would have already become a beehive.
However, there is no guarantee that such luck will follow the second time.
In the first place, Reedwork, who had come to the conclusion that it should not be approached even near the trench line, pulled the trigger once more.
To da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da!!
My eardrums, which used to tingle every time I fired a gun, have now fully adapted to the noise of the battlefield. It reached the point where the recoil of the machine gun hitting his shoulder felt light.
Ting! Teeting!
Every time the shell casings were scattered in disorder, people beyond the sight fell on the ground.
Can people die so easily?
Ridwock felt as if he was dreaming. Because it was so unrealistic.
A person whose name or face is unknown falls backwards. Screaming, calling her mom. There was also a cub who stretched out her hand until the end and fired bullets at him.
This whole thing was a nightmare.
“Here is Tan, Tan!!”
“f*ck! Why are you so late!”
“Other places are urgent, but it’s the same thing! The 1st guard post has already been breached!”
The soldier who brought the ammunition exclaimed nervously. Everyone was sensitive.
“Isn’t there an order to retreat?”
“Then would I be here? Damn, hurry up and take the burner!”
“The company commander?”
“He was shot in the shoulder and was evacuated! And maybe this shotgun is the last one!”
“What…… !?”
The curse came out spontaneously.
“Don’t f*ck with me! I’m going crazy and I’m about to jump!”
The moment when a soldier was about to return along the trench line after discharging ammunition.
Quaaang!!
A huge shockwave hit the back of Reedwok’s head.
Instinctively, I turned my head, and the floor of the trench where my colleague had just been standing was sunken.
And the only thing left there is a sprawled arm.
“f*ck, f*ck, f*cking—!!”
The senior covered the remains of a soldier in front of him, and his hands trembled.
Funny.
The thought that came to Reedwok at that moment was neither pity for his comrades nor fear of death.
‘I’m glad I got the shot.’
It was a f*cking relief.
***
It’s hell.
Hell was right here.
Soldiers of the 6th Regiment of the 52nd Mixed Division, Soviet Special Operations Forces, fell into a panic. From low-level soldiers to battalion commanders.
This was not the battle they knew. Didn’t they say that even before they were put into action, if they were just visible, it would be the end if they shot them all?
It is said that the Uk ranian army will be ripped apart like a piece of paper by those who bravely attack them because they are so stupid and weak.
As the Lunetsk rebels, who lived in the vicinity, were also put together in the “Liberation” Operation, they said that they would be able to take advantage of the geographical advantage without difficulty.
Of course, those who were seriously wary of the Uk ran would have dismissed it as just an absurd fantasy.
The head of the Soviet Imperial Army was more of an idealist than I thought.
No, to be precise, he was a paranoid patient.
Machine guns tore people apart. It was literally. The moment he faces a hail of bullets in front of his eyes, his teammates turn into chunks of meat in an instant.
The type of battlefield you’ve experienced for the first time.
I’ve only been talking about it so far, but the actual trench warfare I felt with my body, eyes, and ears was horrific.
“Muscle!! Mother!!”
“Is this completely gone? Wake up, comrade!!”
“I will be back!! I can’t die here!!”
As one of his comrades scrambled out of the trench, another death rain fell.
To da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da dadada!!
It didn’t take long for him to collapse on the ground and turn into a cold corpse while desperately searching for her mother.
Only a few hundred meters.
You are failing to break through a distance that would take less than a minute if you sincerely run.
Either the all-consuming artillery fire from the allies and the support of the magicians could not break through the Uk ranian defenses.
Besides, what was that little machine gun for?
Even if you try to avoid machine gun fire and get close to the trenches, the creatures called humans are helpless in front of bullets scattered from close range.
The person who developed such a weapon would be no better than a living demon.
On top of that, the ugly news that the 22nd Regiment, which was supposed to be in charge of rear support, was wiped out, was overlapping.
The morale of the soldiers of the 6th Regiment was bound to hit rock bottom.
However, the bigger problem was that the morale of the commanders in the field had not yet completely faded.
“Didn’t it be said that Post No. 1 Was overpowered, and that our troops were holding out there?”
“Yes, I am.”
“They’re getting out of hand now. Can we push it further, 1st Battalion Commander?”
“Yes, Colonel.”
“There was a call from division headquarters. It seems that General Oldek is very angry.”
“After.”
The 1st Battalion Commander’s throat is filled with complaints that if he’s only going to sigh from the rear, he should at least inspect the front.
“But the regiment commander!! Aren’t we the follow-up breakthrough force after occupying the trench line? If we send more troops here, it is impossible to expand the front line.”
“Isn’t it just a matter of thinking about it then?”
“… ….”
“If you don’t cross the trench line, all your plans will be ruined. You must cross that trench line by today!”
This is an extremely short-sighted judgment.
To the commander of the elite 1st Battalion, who had graduated from military academy in Soviet and had been dispatched to the Reinhardt Empire, this operation seemed like it would only cost the lives of the poor soldiers.
“Are your soldiers the only ones that matter? Our battalion has lost a third of its men!!”
“Our battalion members who went out of their way to secure the 1st guard post!”
However, when the pressure from the 2nd and 3rd battalion commanders was added, the 1st battalion commander had no choice but to bite his lip.
“Okay. Let’s deploy troops right away so that we can secure the 2nd and 3rd guard posts.”
“Good. However, artillery support is impossible. There seems to be a commotion going on in the rear as well.”
No additional reinforcements.
No artillery support.
What on earth do you mean? The 1st Battalion Commander felt as if he was being swallowed up by extreme lethargy.
From the beginning, the premise of this operation was wrong.
However, there was nothing the 1st Battalion Commander, who was only a ‘Lieutenant Colonel’, could do. The war has just begun, so how much discretion, if any?
“Then disband! To achieve the operational goal in the shortest possible time.”
“Yes!!”
Staff and battalion commanders quickly leave the simple tent used as the regimental headquarters.
The commander of the 1st battalion quietly muttered as he gazed over the horizon where black smoke was rising.
“…… Perhaps we were blinded by our greed and woke up the sleeping lion.”
***
It has been about 12 hours since the special operation of the Soviet Empire began.
The efforts of the 6th Regiment of the Imperial Army to break through the fixed frontline could bear fruit only after shedding countless blood.
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They succeeded in breaking through the trench line, which seemed impenetrable.
Through the tenacious resistance of the 2nd Battalion and adequate support from the 1st Battalion, the Uk ranian 1st line of defense fell.
In the process, as predicted by the 1st Battalion Commander, they exhausted all their strength for the offensive, and failed to expand the front line.
Still, it was a level that could be said to have produced quite encouraging results at the upper level.
From the middle, rather than resisting, the feeling of meekly opening the trench line was strong, but that was probably purely because of my mood.
“Hey, look at this.”
“You look insanely ugly.”
All the soldiers who managed to occupy the trenches stuck out their tongues at the weapons that the Uk ranian troops had abandoned and fled.
A submachine gun to a shotgun.
To the Imperial Army of Soviet, whose only weapon was a long spear or a Nagant carbine rifle.
The equipment of the Uk ranian army, which was short and light, and boasted an excellent accuracy even in the midst of such a situation, was truly a new world.
Taang!
“f*ck, it’s perfect to turn a person into a beehive.”
“I’m not saying that the 2nd battalion kids were crushed by this.”
“They say we are pure idiots, so how come we are more idiots?”
The members of the 1st Battalion huddled together and spat out one word at a time.
Because the reality that I faced firsthand was the exact opposite of the fantasy that the regimental commander and the division commander were talking about.
“Still, it’s night, so there won’t be any artillery fire. Are the Uk ranians going to fire at their own trench lines?”
“The follow-up regiment will arrive tomorrow, so let’s hold out until then.”
Regiments that launch offensives are replaced on a daily basis.
A last resort for quick reorganization of damaged units while minimizing the fatigue of soldiers.
The 1st Battalion members breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that they would not have to crawl through the same hell as today, at least for tomorrow.
Hell has not yet allowed the soldiers to rest.
Click!
The darkness that has settled on the ground is scattered in white flashes. Before I could figure out what was going on, red flames engulfed the trench lines.
Kwaaang!!
“Aagh!! My legs!!”
“What?! Where are you shooting from!!?”
The soldiers are scattered all over the place due to artillery fire.
“Heaven is heaven!!”
“What?!”
“f*ck, that airship!! Everyone run away!!”
In the direction a soldier pointed, there were two gigantic airships pouring down artillery bombardments as they hit the ground with lights brighter than moonlight.
The Enoch fire support ship belonging to the Uk ranian 2nd Mobile Reconnaissance Wing.
“It is clear to the eye where you will be stuck.”
Why did the Uk ranians, who had been enduring with the will to fight to the death, give up their trench lines as soon as the sun went down? It was for a very simple reason.
Contrary to the fact that I didn’t know where they would be deployed, from the moment they were tucked away in the trenches of the Uk ranians, their location was already known.
“One, two, three, shoot!!”
“Shoot!!”
Puong! Bang!!!
“Retreat, retreat!!! Run!!”
It was an instant for the troops of the 6th Regiment to escape as if they were running away from the occupied Uk ranian trench line.
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