Chapter 882: Chapter 16 Unparalleled Blessings (8K)_4

“Because the ammunition transport tunnel was destroyed, we are organizing personnel to transport ammunition from the surface positions, but the enemy’s offensive is very fierce, and enemy troops have already appeared on the surface positions!

“We need reinforcements! We need reinforcements!”

Admiral Schmidt said solemnly: “The Armored Division has already set off, your mission is to fight to the last man, and delay the enemy’s advance as much as possible. The Infantry Division is setting up defenses in the town behind you, ready to give the infiltrating enemy a head-on blow.”

The Division Commander hesitated for a second before asking: “What about us?”

“The Empire expects you to fulfill your duties. And according to Rabowell’s report, the first wave of landing troops is only fifty thousand.”

When Schmidt said this, his tone was very soft, obviously not believing it himself.

Division Commander: “Fifty thousand? Just the ships I’ve seen alone number in the thousands! I estimate there are more than fifty thousand just facing me directly!”

Schmidt: “Fulfill your duties, General! Don’t worry about how many have landed, the Armored Division will send them back to the sea! Once the Armored Division launches its attack, everything will get better! General!”

The phone was hung up.

The Division Commander threw the receiver to the ground, cursing: “He makes it sound so easy!”

At this time, the Chief of Staff reported: “The squad tasked with transporting ammunition has already set off! Currently, one-tenth of the bunkers are reporting critical ammo shortages.”

Division Commander: “Make sure they fulfill their duties!”

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Captain Thomas threw a grenade into the bunker door with a flick of his hand.

Accompanied by a dull “bang,” smoke and rubble spewed out from the door.

Thomas raised his submachine gun and waited with the others.

The first Prosen soldier emerged from the bunker, covered in dust, and was immediately shot down. The second Prosen soldier came out without even bringing a gun, his uniform soaked in blood, raised his hands to surrender but was still shot down in a hail of bullets.

At this time, a Flamethrower Soldier was clearing the adjacent bunker. Flames were spewing out of the firing port at the front of the bunker, and Prosen soldiers engulfed in fire were driven by intense pain to crawl out of the firing port, collapsing onto the beach.

Thomas: “Continue clearing the bunkers and clear obstacles for our troops pinned on the beach!”

From a distance, Jack yelled, “Captain! The enemy reinforcements have arrived!”

Thomas turned his head and saw a group of Prosen soldiers running towards the beachhead from the inland direction.

Thomas: “Set up the .30 machine gun! Hold your fire until they’re close!”

Immediately, a heavy machine gunner lay down near Thomas and set up the machine gun.

Others also quickly found cover, aiming their guns at the approaching Prosen squad.

Thomas raised his hand, estimating the distance to the enemy, and once they were within a hundred meters, he brought his hand down sharply.

The heavy machine gun opened fire.

The Federation army displayed its astounding firepower, giving the Prosens no time to react, and within seconds, the whole platoon was down.

Thomas: “Cease fire! Cease fire! Go see what they’re carrying! Jack, lead a squad and continue advancing along the breakwater, clear all bunkers.”

Jack: “Just my platoon?”

“Anyone you encounter along the way is under your command until you meet a higher-ranking officer!”

At this moment, another messenger ran up to Thomas: “Sir, you’re the first officer I’ve seen alive, do you need a radio?”

“You didn’t bring a typewriter, did you?”

“I brought one, but it sank into the water.” The messenger looked guilty, “Please don’t send me back to look for it, sir.”

“No, you stay, give me the radio.”

The messenger handed the handset to Thomas: “Just talk, I’ve already tuned it.”

Thomas picked up the handset: “Report to the fleet, we’ve secured the beachhead at location D2, at location D2, inform follow-up units to head to D2! Over.”

A muffled voice came through the handset: “Good… job! The follow-up… has set off!”

Thomas: “Roger that, over.”

The messenger asked in confusion: “Did you hear what they said?”

“I don’t know, but given the situation now, them not messing up is a big help!”

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The Cougar Wheeled Armored Vehicle of the 21st Armored Division’s motorized reconnaissance team crossed a hedge.

Behind the hedge was a thriving wheat field, with full ears of wheat showing signs of a good harvest.

The Prosen gunner on the vehicle was in a great mood, even humming a tune.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a rocket launching, and when he turned his head, he saw a streak of smoke shooting towards the armored vehicle from the wheat field.

The next moment, the vehicle came to a sudden stop, as scorching heat assaulted him from behind the gunner’s back.

He realized that the engine had been hit, and if he didn’t leave the armored vehicle immediately, the entire vehicle’s oil would catch fire and he would become “acquainted” with death.

So the gunner deftly opened the hatch and climbed out of the armored vehicle.

The sound of Thompson submachine guns echoed, and the gunner clutched his chest as he fell, never seeing the ambushers’ faces.

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Captain Evans shouted: “Cease fire! This is the enemy’s motorized reconnaissance battalion’s vanguard, the reconnaissance battalion is definitely behind. Judging by their direction, they are headed to the same place we are!”

“To the battalion command post?” The Priest held a Bible in one hand and a Prosen MP40 submachine gun in the other, “Then we should hurry and notify the battalion command post!”

Captain Evans: “Confiscate their weapons and ammunition, check for radios in particular, so we can inform the battalion to prepare. This kind of reconnaissance battalion is usually the vanguard for the entire Armored Division!”

The Priest clicked his tongue: “We’re paratroopers, with only Bazookas, how are we supposed to stop the Prosen Armored Troops?”

Captain Evans replied: “With courage, I guess.”

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August 3rd, Plowsonia time, exactly noon, Eagle’s Nest.

The Plathen Emperor stopped pacing when he heard someone entering the room, turning to look at the doorway: “Latest news?”