Chapter 271 The Three Stooges
When the two Far Eastern giant bears, Boris and Andre, discussed "the mysterious power from the East" in a serious manner, Lao Wang also complained crazily at the front of the battlefield.
"Damn it, I knew their condition wasn't very good, but I never expected it to be this bad."
"Cavalry, heavy armor, has the flavor of the glorious era of Eros' cavalry!"
“Isn’t the wool-made AK delicious? After a long time, it turned out to be a cold weapon war”
In fact, Li Cang was not surprised at all by the emergence of this modern retreat to cold weapon warfare.
Although it is said that even a three-year-old child can make a gun out of a blast furnace, the prerequisite is that you must have steel, copper, and various metals, and the minerals must be enough to sustain consumption. You cannot win a war, and the loser will eat it. Dust winners take away all the bullet casings on the battlefield, right?
Although most of the land in the Sky Island Cluster belongs to Maozi, it does not mean that the resources are rich enough to dig holes for mining anywhere. And the weather is so cold that digging into the ground for mining is no less difficult than tearing steel plates by hand.
Under the premise of insufficient productivity and the need to ensure survival, this almost meaningless war may not even be ranked among the top three options. It is impossible for the limited steel resources to be used to manufacture firearms on a large scale.
emmm, it seems that the melee between several parties in the early stage did last for a while.
After almost all the assets were spent, they unintentionally and out of necessity started the sustainable fishing model with cold weapons as the main body.
Therefore, excluding the gunmen at the bottom of the rear and the silent artillery battalion, on this long-term battlefield that accommodates about 10,000 people, being able to pick out 2 pistols among 500 people must be considered a very generous valuation. .
Everyone was wearing various animal skins and thick warm clothing, with symbolic armor underneath that only protected key parts. They rushed in while waving long spears and short knives and shouting.
So much so that in such a serious war scene, Lao Wang couldn't hold back his laughter and burst into laughter, which can be described as funny.
Li Cang flicked his big magic wand, and the tin can-like guy in front of him was pieced together with weapons and armor. Blood spurted out from every gap in the armor. The man's eyes were filled with confusion until he died.
"Brother Corpse Corpse Sister, get behind me, this is outrageous!"
The big corpse brother, who was wrapped in a sheepskin quilt, made an incomprehensible sound, but could only retreat in frustration.
After they artificially slowed down their movements, a group of cavalrymen finally caught up with Li Cang and others from behind and successfully broke into the enemy group with an expression as if they were seeing a god.
Life is not easy, Brother Corpse sighed.
Pretending to be a pig is much more difficult than pretending to be a tiger, after all Brother Corpse is a real tiger.
As for Miss Qiu.
There are no walking corpses or strange beasts here at all in the Contract Islands. Even the zombie brothers and sisters have to disguise themselves. Miss Qiu simply doesn’t even think about it. At this moment, she is probably being coaxed by Xiao Ao and Xiaotu to play hide and seek. .
The cold weapon battlefield is a meat grinder. There are no earth-shattering roars of firepower and covering strikes. When there are huge crowds of people fighting hand to hand, it can most intuitively reflect the upper limit of the physical strength bar.
The Boris camp headed by Li Cang, with a few heavy armored cavalry and the bear infantry, was so fierce that it was intimidating to the enemy. The "Sukabule" and "Ula" roars all over the world have been tested to be as effective as Live ammunition.
The Vietnamese camp and the third camp were dwarfed by comparison. They fell into a fierce battle before they could get very far, and were in a stalemate with Adrian's lineup.
Speaking of which, the Vietnamese camp was damaged in a shameless sneak attack before the battle, so they blamed Boris for the loss and were very dissatisfied; while the third camp was the group from the Southeast Asian archipelago, which was its own group and was even more incompatible with Vietnam. Go into a pot.
Boris, who was holding the story in his heart, immediately became overjoyed. He followed the flow and placed himself in the center wing. The Vietnamese Battalion and the Third Battalion were separated on the left and right. Each of the three parties divided and conquered, so this kind of mixed arrangement with the previous ones appeared. A strange scene where the styles of play are completely opposite.
The blizzard obscured a certain amount of sight. Adrian, who was remotely directing the battle through a telescope and sitting at the rear, couldn't help but curse.
"Damn it, you little Siberian hamster, didn't you just take away some of his territory and a few horses? Did I stab the hamster's nest?" Adrian's men said one after another:
"Boss, actually, we have crossed the line and made too much noise. Boris's southern farm and ranch is his lifeblood. The 45 greenhouses can supply almost 30% of the vegetables in his camp. According to our informant , because of this snowstorm, half of the greenhouse in Boris’s camp collapsed. It’s strange that he is not in a hurry.”
"Yes, even though we are all soldiers, the number of people is still too different. It really pissed him off and he couldn't bear it."
Of course, some people are dismissive of this.
"Oh, what can he do, what can he dare to do?"
"Look, boss, the three camps are divided into three camps. The strength of the left, center and right are not at the same level at all. It seems that your approach of taking the opportunity to sneak attack on the Vietnamese camp is very effective. At least several camps have become alienated."
"What kind of brain can a Siberian hamster have? When bullied, it will only force militiamen to fight, completely ignoring the uneven strength of several camps."
"Master Adrian, my leader, your wisdom astonishes me! The big hamster's center wing is too long, and the left and right sides are weak. Maybe we can change our tactics while they are alone, and deliberately let them see it. "Hope, just let them in, and then" the middle-aged man with a foxy face clenched his hands together, "surround them, plow the ground with artillery, and explode. This is the romance of men!"
"No! What about our people!"
"Oh, it's just a loss of a few people. As long as we can severely damage the big hamster, the remaining two battalions are no match for our cavalry and will be wiped out sooner or later."
"I reserve my opinion. This is too risky and reckless. The combat effectiveness of the big hamsters cannot be underestimated. Their heavy armored cavalry is more crushing than our light cavalry. Unless Sir Adrian moves back at least 1 to 2 kilometers. ! ”
"Risks and benefits go hand in hand. If we step back, doesn't that mean we are telling the big hamster that this is a trap and a conspiracy?"
"Those cavalry and infantry can't see anything at all. What do they understand if they see it?"
"Fart, they can't see it, can't the commander at the rear also see it? Do you think Boris is a stupid boy who allows others to fool him?"
"Zach, you are just a coward who only knows how to flatter and beg for mercy. This will not work and that will not work. It is several times our reserve army. Do you think we can win this war without taking risks? How will it end in the end?"< br>
"Am I a coward? Are you the one who led 400 light cavalry to defeat the Vietnamese camp, not me?"
"You"
Adrian, with brown hair and black eyes, is an ordinary middle-aged man with no white beard.
"Quiet! What I need is counselors and excellent advice, not a bunch of chattering clowns!"
Adrian roared, and the people around him shut up immediately.
"Emmons, let them in, how sure are you of completing the encirclement?"
Emmons thought:
"70%, their line has been stretched long enough, cut off from the middle, and can at least encircle the heavy cavalry at the head and 1,500 Boris soldiers. Our light cavalry will not have a problem in strangling the supporting infantry from the rear. No matter what the final attack is, If you don’t use artillery, as long as you are willing to pay a small price, we will swallow this piece of fat on Boris!”
"It is a taboo for military strategists to go deep alone. Boris is a smart man. He will not fail to understand this simple truth. Leader Adrian, there is no time to hesitate. The opportunity is fleeting!"
I wish you all a happy Double Eleven~
(End of chapter)