An accident caused Li Xin to transmigrate to another world, becoming the third prince of the Great Gan Dynasty.
Looking at his fiefdom, which was covered in thousands of miles of ice and snow...
"Hold on! Hold on!"
Regimental Commander Xue Chengyun roared with a grim face, "All personnel in the regiment headquarters, grab your guns and head to the front lines! You must hold off these enemy troops!"
"yes!"
After responding, the guards from the regimental headquarters also picked up their guns and came to the front line.
Meanwhile, the situation on the third regiment's side was also seen by Luo Kangjun, the commander of the 37th Infantry Division.
"Um?"
Luo Kangjun frowned slightly, gripping his binoculars tightly, and said, "These enemy troops are trying to break out from the Third Regiment! It seems the Third Regiment is under considerable pressure! Order the engineer battalion and reconnaissance battalion to support the Third Regiment! Make sure the Third Regiment's position is secure and that not a single enemy soldier escapes!"
"yes!"
The messenger responded and immediately relayed Luo Kangjun's order.
Upon receiving the order, soldiers from the engineer and reconnaissance battalions of the 37th Infantry Division rushed to the 3rd Regiment's position and joined the battle.
Meanwhile, outside Ganzhou City.
The artillery battalions of the three infantry divisions are also ready.
Cannons stood erect on the open ground, aimed at the Samanid cavalry encircled in the distance.
On the city wall, an artillery battalion commander announced, "Director Zhao, the artillery is ready!"
"good!"
Zhao Bingzhang nodded slightly and said, "Be careful where the shells land, so they don't hurt our brothers!"
"Don't worry, Director Zhao!"
"That's what the artillery battalion commander said."
Zhao Bingzhang's expression was stern, and he shouted in a deep voice, "Fire!"