The road to national restoration that began at the end of the century - #114 - Chapter 115 Risk

The answer is obvious, at least he basically can’t do it in this life.

Especially under the premise that the Emperor of the Klurod Empire named Zelen invented a regeneration chamber for the Klurod Empire, which can turn all kinds of scrap metal and corpses on the battlefield into various infantry weapons.

Therefore, the soldiers of the Crurod Empire had enough ammunition, and when the battle started, all kinds of guns were fired, and the pig-headed men did not dare to fight head-on.

Therefore, Pierre, who had no idea how many pig-headed men he had killed, nor how many black-haired kobolds he had killed, had enough sleep and food to continue participating in the battle to break through the second line of defense of the Akitsu Empire.

Mailin: “Pierre, let me state in advance that I did not bring a grenade.”

Pierre: “Your partner has one, so do I, everyone has one. What are you afraid of? But look, there are many concrete fortresses opposite.”

As Pierre said, the Akitsu Empire’s second line of defense is 600 meters away from the first line of defense on the beach. And compared to the first line of defense being located on an uncovered beach, the pig-headed men of the Akitsu Empire established a walled defense line outside a city on the beach closest to the beach.

In other words, these Japanese and Mai soldiers were going to have a siege.

Siege warfare.

This is a battle that makes both the attacker and defender feel like they are being chopped alive.

Therefore, Pierre asked his men to take out their notes and start recording, while exploring along a place where the enemy would not easily find their position.

However, after walking for most of a day, the defense facilities outside the pig-headed wall and behind it were so airtight that even Pierre himself felt that he had no way to find a weak point to break through.

In other words, it’s either the sky or the ground.

Rather than going underground, that is, digging tunnels to attack, Pierre’s first and better way was to use the sky as the way out.

In the sky, artillery bombardment or planes dropped bombs, or a super powerful guided missile.

Um.

In this way, Pierre, who had a rough idea in his mind, quickly analyzed how to attack the city. But he also understood that it was absolutely impossible for the pig-headed man on the opposite side to miss his attack method.

In particular, almost every 150 meters behind the wall, there was a wave energy turret equipped with a missile and cannon. He did not believe that these were decorations deliberately created by the pig-headed people.

Hiss…wait?

Fort?

In other words, the pig-headed people also rely on the power supply?

If he has a way to infiltrate the opponent’s power plant and destroy it, will all these forts be scrapped?

No! No matter how you look at them, the pig-headed people don’t look like a bunch of fools who care about eating rather than fighting.

The tactics they had used before… would they be that stupid to make the same mistake again?

No matter, let’s report it to the superiors first. Anyway, the staff above are experts who specialize in making suggestions, and now the staff go to the grassroots to help with planning. Many things have good solutions.

More importantly, the general and His Majesty above have said that officers should go to the front line more, listen more to the voices of the soldiers, and take a closer look at the actual needs of the soldiers and the enemy’s front-line layout.

Especially for the front-line layout, the staff of the Pa-O Republic in the past did not pay attention to this, and as a result, one failure followed another.

Until the end of the Pa-O Republic came at last.

Anyway, after investigating the situation, Pierre naturally took a look around to see if there was any tongue (a lone enemy soldier).

Sadly, no.

Not even a black-haired kobold who would theoretically be sent out to die.

All right.

That’s it for now, let’s see if the artillery from behind can come over quickly and give this wall a heavy bombardment as soon as possible.

Cash: “Sure enough, Guillermo, they really treat our city as their own territory.”

Guillermo: “It’s okay. The water supply source of the enemy city closest to us is not within the city.”

Cash: “Poison?”

Guillermo: “Not only poisoning, we also have to get the Quetzalcoatl bombers to come over and help.”

Cash: “You think it’s not big enough? OK! I like it! But do you have a plan?”

Guillermo: “Of course.”

In this way, Kashina took Guillermo’s plan, relevant intelligence materials, and investigation reports and began to compare them.

Cash: “There is a problem here, Guillermo, have you ever thought about it, if they send magic warriors like Youlizi to participate in the resistance…”

Guillermo: “That’s why we have the portable 20mm caliber light individual combat anti-cannon and the heavier semi-automatic combat anti-cannon as special weapons.”

Cash: “Not safe enough.”

Guillermo: “Insurance is not something we can provide easily. After all, we are soldiers fighting a war.”

Cash: “So every one of our soldiers has to take risks?”

Guillermo: “Changing big risks into small risks can ensure that there are no risks.”

Big things turn into small things, small things turn into nothing.

Cash doesn’t know this.

But is it really okay to allocate risks to the soldiers below so irresponsibly?

Pierre himself was thinking about this issue.

Even though his reconnaissance squad had heavy machine guns, some specially made 11×67mm witch-hunting rifles, and special rifles just in case.

But not enough.

If that didn’t work, did he change his pistol to a rumored “small single-shot pistol” capable of firing an 11×67mm rifle?

But… that thing just pretends to fire one round at a time, is it really effective?

If you really encounter a dangerous situation, one shot can be the difference between life and death.

He couldn’t afford to gamble.

buy it.

Mailin: “I say Pierre, you have been struggling with your gun for a long time. Is it so difficult to decide?”

Pierre: “Yes. Because I need to ensure that the medicine is universal.”

Mailin: “You’re thinking too much. Pistols are considered personal property and have nothing to do with the military. Besides, you want the semi-automatic pistol that fires a 13×23 mm pistol rifle, right?”

Pierre: “You know?”

Mailin: “It’s not like we met on the first day. Besides, Pierre, you and I have been squatting together in the same pit since the Bundy organization. Can I not know what you are thinking?”

Pierre: “I…”

Mai Lin: “Buy it if you have the money. Don’t regret it later.”

Pierre: “Understood.”

Since an old friend said this, Pierre had nothing to hesitate. I got a Bic semi-automatic pistol with an empty weight of 1134 kilograms, a total length of 216 millimeters, a barrel length of 127 millimeters, a muzzle velocity of 267 meters per second, an 8-round magazine supply, and an exposed hammer rotating firing mechanism.

Mai Lin: “You are so fast.”

Pierre: “We are doing sales with the military caravan, so we are quick.”

Mailin: “Ha, look at this…have you been deceived by some sales girl?”

Pierre: “You said so…”

It was true that the beauty he had just been promoted to was somewhat good-looking, but Pierre himself did not feel cheated.

At least he checked the Piccolo.

no problem.

Absolutely no problem.

Moreover, the two magazines he bought also had 16 rounds of 13×23 mm pistol rifles.

All without any problems.

At worst, he didn’t count the bills carefully when he gave the money, and it seemed like he just threw several bills out.

Ahem…

fine.

It doesn’t matter.

As long as the goods given by the other party are worth it, it doesn’t matter to him.

After all, a pistol…it only needs enough lethality at a distance of 25 meters or even 15 meters. What’s more, the 13×23mm pistol rifle is a missile that also wins by weight, and uses the characteristics of low speed and heavy missile to ensure that it can have sufficient lethality even at subsonic speeds.

At the same time, Pierre has spent a lot of money this time. These demons can be easily killed or can cause any magic warrior to go berserk.

Mailin: “Anyway, you… I don’t care, I just rely on you here.”

Pierre: “Haha.”

Just because he and Mailin spent a lot of time squatting in the pit together, Pierre really didn’t want to say anything more.

Let it be.

Anyway, we are all squatting in the same trench. From now on, we will have plenty of time to eat, sleep, and fight together, and we will share blessings and hardships together.

By the way, let’s see if everyone’s lives are tough enough.

If it’s not hard enough…maybe this is your destined fate? But he, Pierre, firmly believes that fate is always something in his own hands.

Unless you don’t want to catch it at all and let it run wild…