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Chapter 209 Despair (Part 1)

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    Before I knew it, it was finally dawn.  Big Max opened his tired eyes. The early morning light was so soft, and the fragrance of earth overshadowed the aftertaste of gunpowder smoke.  The sounds of gunfire and gunfire seemed to belong to another world. It was so quiet that even the chirping of birds could not be heard.  Sitting up against the trench wall, Big Max looked around. Many soldiers were still huddled in blankets and sleeping in the trenches.  Not far away, several soldiers were sitting around a small pile of charcoal fire. A metal lunch box was hung under a tripod made of wooden sticks, and a faint fragrance was wafting out from it.  The shelling and bombing by the coalition forces destroyed almost everything in and outside Dumfries, so the battle lasted only one day. Ammunition, fuel, medical care and even food and water on the front line were in urgent need.  Lunch was not served, which I felt was excusable, and dinner was not served either. The soldiers couldn't help but worry. It was already the next morning, and the rear areas still hadn't sent the urgently needed combat materials to the front line. This meant they didn't intend to hold on.  rhythm?  Big Max didn¡¯t know that the coalition forces dispatched tens of thousands of fighter jets the day before. In addition to seizing air supremacy from the Scottish Air Force, they also carried out devastating strikes on military and transportation facilities in the depths.  Starting at noon, frequently dispatched coalition fighter jets shifted their attack targets from the air to the ground. They used guided rockets and airborne cannons to attack trains, cars and even horse-drawn carriages and ox-carts within 200 kilometers of the border, disrupting the logistics transportation of the Scottish army.  Completely paralyzed.  After nightfall, coalition aircraft dropped a large number of fake paratroopers and a small number of real paratroopers in various places in southern Scotland. The real and fake paratroopers were both real and fake. They exhausted the mobile power of the Scottish army and continued to intercept the logistical transportation of the Scottish army. Because of this,  The Scottish frontline troops will be delayed in receiving supplies!  In desperation, Big Max took out less than half of the field rations from his pocket.  Whole wheat baked biscuits, chocolate bars with oatmeal powder, salty beef jerky, coffee and sugar. Judging from the variety, the Scottish Army field rations were relatively rich. However, on the eve of the war, every soldier had only  There is only one field ration, and even if it is very economical, it can only last for 2-3 meals.  I put the biscuit into my mouth expectantly and reluctantly, chewed it for a few times, and found it was dry and hard.  I groped around but couldn't find the kettle.  Weapons are the first life of a soldier, but sometimes the role of the kettle is more important than the weapon.  Thinking of this, Big Max groped around again, and finally found the kettle half-buried in the soil under his butt. He shook it. Fortunately, there was still a little water.  He unscrewed the lid and carefully moistened his throat. At this moment, people's panicked shouts suddenly came to his ears. When Big Max climbed up from the trench, he heard the shrill and melodious whine of the hand-cranked air defense siren.  It has also sounded.  What appeared in sight was a group of low-flying gray-and-white camouflage fighter planes. Big Max squinted his eyes, trying to identify whether they were fighters or attack aircraft.  At this moment, someone in the trench suddenly cheered loudly. He turned his head and saw two fighter jets in gray and green camouflage paint flying from the opposite direction.  Their bodies were light and vigorous, and their speed seemed to be very fast. They passed over the position in the blink of an eye.  The blue and white St. Andrew¡¯s Cross logo under the wings is clearly the starlight in the dark night, giving passers-by great encouragement!  Seeing the presence of our own fighter planes, many soldiers in the trenches joined in the cheers, and some even waved their arms excitedly.  I saw these two Scottish fighter jets rushing toward the enemy fleet with a pleasant buzzing sound, and were the first to make the "click-click-click" sound of their cannons.  Since it was daytime, standing on the ground and looking up, one could only vaguely make out the traces of tracer bullets heading straight for the enemy aircraft fleet ahead.  At this moment, the enemy fighter planes swung their wings and turned sharply to dodge. The first shot of the Scottish fighter plane failed to shoot down the enemy plane. This made the soldiers watching the battle on the ground, including Big Mike in the trench,  Si, I can't help but feel anxious.  The two Scottish fighters, which were at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, quickly pulled up. Their climbing speed and attitude looked much more pleasing to the eye than their opponents.  After forming a two-plane tactical formation in tandem, they stared at one of the gray-and-white camouflaged fighter planes. The lead plane fired two rockets first, followed closely by the wingman who also fired two rockets.  Although the enemy plane tried its best to dodge, it was still delayed by half a beat and was damaged by the rockets coming from behind. It fell to the ground dragging black smoke and exploded in the open fields.  The Scottish soldiers watching the battle on the ground suddenly burst into cheers, and Big Max's heart also jumped a little.  Judging from the scene, the Scottish fighter jets moved smoothly from the appearance to the first victory. On the other hand, the enemy fighters with an absolute advantage in number looked like a group of wild boars that had not yet woken up.  Before the Scottish soldiers on the ground could be happy for a while, the enemy fighter planes regained their senses and regained the initiative with their numerical advantage. The rockets trailed white trails in the sky.? Shuttle, the sound of machine guns and cannons as crisp as fried beans comes one after another.  A moment later, a Scottish fighter jet was shot by an enemy fighter plane and fell dragging smoke.  Before the plane crashed, the Scottish pilot finally jumped out of the parachute in time. The white umbrella flowers bloomed in the sky, but with an indelible sadness.  The enemy fighter planes did not attack the parachuting pilot, but chased the other Scottish fighter plane. The absolute disadvantage on the battlefield did not make it escape in panic.  The dexterous war eagle tumbles acrobatically in the air, making people seem to be seeing a knight trapped in the enemy's battle formation and trying his best to avoid swords and spears.  With the calm operation of the pilot and the superior performance of the fighter plane itself, it even found an opportunity to attack again and opened fire. However, this attack not only failed to kill the opponent, but was found by other enemy aircraft. In the end, it only fell  A fate as dismal as his companions.  The air battle is over, but the battle is not over.  Amid the hasty shouts of the Scottish soldiers, those gray-and-white camouflaged war eagles swooped down.  Even if they are not equipped with bombs, they can still kill the defenders on the position with machine guns and machine guns.  A series of bullets roared down from the air, and large amounts of dust and mud were suddenly stirred up on the trench and the surrounding ground.  In a hurry, Big Max huddled at the bottom of the trench like most soldiers.  However, before effective anti-aircraft firepower was formed, enemy fighter jets almost always carried out low-altitude strafing along the trenches Time passed slowly in torment, and the sound of machine guns was still roaring, but it sounded like it was coming from close range, the rumbling cannon  The sound was also "late in coming", and the sound of explosions like fireworks drowned out the hum of machinery that once enveloped the top of the head.  Gradually, the sounds of people shouting and talking returned to the trenches.  Although the air strikes from enemy fighter jets were driven away by the defenders¡¯ anti-aircraft firepower, this was only the beginning of the nightmare for the Scottish soldiers.  Just a moment after those gray-and-white camouflaged fighter jets left, a large group of black spots appeared in the northeastern sky. The air defense sirens along the entire defenders' front were wailing, one after another, like a piece of mournful music.  This time, there was no glimmer of hope in the sky behind them. All the soldiers could rely on were a few anti-aircraft guns, machine guns, and their own sincere prayers.  Those black spots quickly approached the defense line, and the dull buzzing sound made people feel uneasy from the bottom of their hearts.  Big Max heard an officer shouting "Retreat to the second-line position", but then someone shouted "Hide on the spot". The conflicting instructions made him a little overwhelmed.  Suddenly, the soldier next to him pulled him, and he suddenly fell to the bottom of the trench.  A moment later, a strange whistling sound came from outside the trench. Because of his reclining posture, his eyes naturally turned to the sky. Suddenly he saw a big bird spreading its wings and passing over the trench. The scene was shocking beyond words.  , and just a few seconds later, several large birds roared past one after another. At such a low altitude, not only the St. George's Cross logo under the wings, but also the rivets on the fuselage could be vaguely distinguished, and their fuselage  The racks that previously held bombs on the belly and under the wings were now empty Boom!  boom!  boom! ?? Explosions of landslides and ground fissures are constantly shaking the earth. The earthquake may be stronger than an earthquake of magnitude 8. People, not to mention staying standing, are almost bounced off the ground even when they are lying down!  The continuous and intense impact made Big Max feel as if his internal organs were about to burst. He covered his ears tightly with both hands, but his eardrums still hurt.  The blue sky and white clouds did not change, but the sight was obscured by the flying dust and sand. They flew high into the sky one after another. Under the influence of gravity, they returned to the ground with strong kinetic energy. They hit the helmet with a clanging sound, directly  The pain on the body is conceivable.  The tsunami-like explosion lasted for four to five minutes, and dozens of enemy fighter planes flew over the trenches.  The anti-aircraft guns on the defense line kept roaring, but this time there was no obvious effect.  No one could be seen walking in the trenches. In fact, Big Max kept his eyes tightly closed most of the time. Only in the brief intervals when the intensity of the explosion weakened slightly did he raise his head with difficulty to take a look at the surrounding situation - there were parts of what was visible.  The trenches had collapsed and it would take hours to repair them again.  You can see your own soldiers lying down or lying down, or curling up like hedgehogs. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? cannot hear any other sounds except the continuous buzzing when the earthquake on the ground gradually weakens.  After an unknown amount of time, the ground finally stopped shaking. Big Max looked around and saw that each of his companions had turned into clay figures, sitting in various postures in the trench. It was no longer possible to tell whether they were dead or alive from the outside "Get ready to fight."  ! Everyone! Get ready to fight!" Driven by the officers, the surviving soldiers stood up one after another.  When Big Max poked his head out of the trench, he was immediately shocked by the sight before him: countless pits around the position turned it into a lunar surface, and the winding trenches were divided due to multiple collapses.??, some soldiers must have been buried underneath and did not know whether they were alive or dead, but it seemed that there was no time left for the defenders to clean up and rescue, because in the open area opposite the position, hundreds of tanks were like ants.  They came like a swarm, and further away were thousands of enemy soldiers.  Looking from a distance, this time the black tide is more turbulent and violent. Can the broken river embankment still be able to withstand it?  Big Max¡¯s heart is completely empty!
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