Chapter 959 - The Foundation Of War (1/2)

”Who still has something to eat?” A soldier at Position 2 shouted, ”I remember someone had two pieces of hardtack when we were dining! Hurry up and let me have some. I'm starving.”

Position 2 was currently garrisoned by the 1st Regiment. The troops here felt like it had been forever since they last rotated out from the position. Actually, counting the time elapsed, it should only be four hours since they took over. But to them, it felt like four long years.

Everyone's stamina was greatly depleted during the battle. The soldiers began to feel hungry very quickly, but they did not have time to eat yet and could only endure it.

Besides, it was one thing to be hungry, but the soldiers around made it worse for those who were starving. ”Do you want to eat my fart?”

The group of gruff men from the Northwest were cursing as they fired at the barbarians. Whenever any of the soldiers killed a barbarian with their automatic rifles, they would even let out an excited shout.

They kept shouting until their voices turned hoarse.

A person's energy was limited, and so was their ammunition.

From the moment the all-out battle began, the expeditionary army did not let up in their attacks even for a second.

However, they did not get tired, because whenever troops were rotated into battle, it would be made up of soldiers who had already rested and regained their strength.

But it was different for the 6th Combat Brigade. They did not have that many soldiers to deal with the efforts of the expeditionary army. Everyone was constantly facing attacks at their positions, and over time, they would get tired and hungry.

P5092 managed tactics amid the fighting. The 6th Combat Brigade was established with the expansion of the Northwest Army. Although there were many qualified officers among the troops, they were all fast-tracked in their promotions. Therefore, in the face of a tense battle like this, they could not help but feel flustered. For example, they even needed to be reminded by P5092 for a matter like sending more supplies to the front line.

Fortunately, he had Wang Yun as his partner now, so he could get answers very quickly even if he casually asked for some information.

Batches and batches of supplies were sent to the front line of the defensive position by the logistic troops. The problem of hunger should be solved very soon, but the issue of the defenders' fatigue would still not be eliminated.

At this moment, Yang Xiaojin's rate of fire gradually slowed down after four hours of suppressive fire.

In order to ensure the accuracy of her shots, she had to do this. If she continued firing at the same frequency as before, she would probably miss three out of ten shots.

Moreover, the aftereffects of the prolonged shooting were starting to take a toll on her. The strong recoil of the anti-materiel sniper rifle was something that even a supernatural being like Yang Xiaojin found difficult to bear.

Her shoulder was numbing. Her trigger finger also began to feel sore, and it was even trembling a little. Meanwhile, her entire right arm was starting to feel a little weak.

At the foot of the mountain, Ren Xiaosu asked loudly, ”Do you want to get some rest? You don't look too good.”

However, Yang Xiaojin gave him a look and continued firing. ”Get back to your front line. You don't have to worry about me here. The others haven't had any rest yet, so why should I? If you leave the front line again, I'll shoot you.”

”… Alright then.”

But when Ren Xiaosu saw Yang Xiaojin frowning with her lips pursed, he understood she was enduring the pain of using the sniper rifle for an extended period.

He did not say anything more and turned around to run towards Position 4. The ammo supply there was running out, and the staff officer said that Commander P5092 had already deployed some ammo reserves to them. However, Ren Xiaosu was worried that an opening would be created in the middle, so he went to check on the situation.

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P5092 had not only deployed the ammo reserves but also ordered some troops to transport potable water to the front line to be used for cooling down the machine guns. There was no other way about it. To ensure the heavy machine guns could function normally, he had to make the soldiers endure their thirst for now.

This was not the time to empathize with the soldiers, nor was he in the circumstances to empathize with them. Fortunately, everyone could understand.