The fierce battle lasted for half a day. In the early stage, only the mecha troops were charging, and the auxiliary soldiers followed to clean up the battlefield.
After the subsequent 69th Mechanized Brigade caught up, the mechanized troops launched a full-scale attack.
The mechanized troops acted as the spearhead to tear through the enemy's defense line, and then the tanks and armored vehicles of the 69th Mechanized Brigade advanced into the defense line.
This is when the infantry of the mechanized brigade begins to exert their strength.
If there are only mechanical troops, then the enemy's defense line may still have the ability to counterattack and kill some soldiers.
But now there are mechas leading the charge. Once the mechas rush into the position, they will almost wipe out all the heavy firepower.
This allowed the soldiers of the 69th Mechanized Brigade to eliminate the positions outside the town of Wick one by one without suffering any major losses.
Soon, most of the fighting was over.
The 69th Mechanized Brigade had detached three infantry battalions to establish defensive lines on the perimeter, and now it was their turn to become line-filling soldiers defending their positions.
Most of the prisoners were gathered together, and this raid directly wiped out almost half of the enemy's 322nd Motorized Infantry Brigade.
The outer positions were almost wiped out, all the soldiers who dared to resist were killed, and there were about a thousand prisoners left.
The entire 322nd Brigade, together with other troops, actually has only about 5,000 people.
A round of missile attacks and a round of air strikes almost left them confused.
Before the command system was re-established, they encountered a surprise attack from the mecha and mechanical forces of the ground forces.
No one can bear this.
In a half-destroyed mine.
At the headquarters of the 322nd Motorized Infantry Brigade in the town of Vick.
Sinclair worked hard to call together a dozen staff officers from lower-level units and just rebuilt the command center.
As a result, before the communication was fully established, we heard one piece of bad news after another.
In the command center, Sinclair looked at the holographic map in front of him in disbelief.
The colors of the unit flags one after another have turned gray. Each gray flag represents that this place has been captured.
Under the attack of the enemy mechas and mechanical troops, these positions were captured and only a small number of people were able to escape.
The door to the headquarters was flung open, and a staff officer, with an extremely grim expression, said, "Brigade Commander... News just arrived from the Third Battalion that their position has been lost..."
"Where's the Third Battalion Commander!?"
Sinclair pressed on.
"The Third Battalion Commander has escaped and is now being taken to the infirmary..."
"How many people returned from the Third Battalion?" Sinclair asked.
The staff officer sighed and said, "Less than thirty people..."
Sinclair cursed, "Ugh! He was given a battalion to guard the position, and when he couldn't win, he didn't even know how to arrange for an evacuation!"
"Out of four hundred people, only thirty of them come back to me!"
"Why are we still going to the infirmary? Someone, go shoot him!"
Sinclair was breathing heavily, his eyes wide open with anger.
"Pooh!"
He suddenly spat out a mouthful of saliva, which was mixed with a lot of blood.
Although Sinclair survived the missile and airstrike attacks, he suffered internal organ damage.
"Brigade Commander...this..." A staff officer showed bitterness on his face, not knowing whether he really had to go and arrange the wall for the third battalion commander.
Sinclair glared at him and roared, "What are you standing there for? Go!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" The staff officer nodded quickly, then turned around quickly and prepared to deal with the third battalion commander.
As soon as he walked out, Sinclair shouted again:
"Forget it!... Spare his life, bandage him quickly, and bring him to me!"
The staff officer quickly responded, "Yes! Brigade Commander!"
The third battalion commander, covered in blood in the infirmary, didn't even realize that he had walked around the gates of hell.
Sinclair looked at another person in the command center, who was a squadron leader of a mecha unit.
"How's the mecha unit doing?"
Squadron Leader Dart is a knight of the Knights of Mirdal and a C-class psychic mecha pilot.
His expression wasn't looking good at the moment. Hearing Sinclair's question, he sighed and said, "The troops are in a very bad condition."
"One hangar was completely destroyed, and two hangars were also attacked and severely damaged..."
"Our squadron currently has only thirty-nine mechas capable of deployment."
"Thirty-nine..."
Sinclair muttered.
Dart asked, "How is the situation with the Mecha Hunting Battalion?"
On the mountain above the town of Vick, there is a reinforced mecha hunting battalion, which originally had at least forty heavy KT-4 tanks.
It is an important defensive force. When it is in a dominant position on the mountain, it can be used with the Knight Escort Mecha to defend the position very well.
Sinclair's face turned even paler after hearing Dart's question.
He slowly said, "The situation at the Mech Hunter Battalion is very bad. The garage was hit by a tactical missile, and subsequently other small garages were also deliberately attacked by enemy heavy fighters."
"At this time, only thirteen KT-4 heavy tanks are still capable of combat."
As he spoke, Sinclair couldn't help but sigh.
Dart asked grimly, "Is there any way to contact support?"
Sinclair shook his head silently and asked Dart, "Can your chip still communicate with the rear?"
Dart also kept shaking his head.
Sinclair said, "It seems the enemy is serious this time. It's not just tactical missiles and airstrikes. I'm afraid all communications in Wake Town and even the entire Dan'an region will be cut off. They're determined to take us down."
"Then what should we do? Continue to defend here? Or retreat and wait for reinforcements?" Dart asked.
In the rank classification of the Knights of Milda, theoretically, the rank of the squadron leader of the mecha unit must be much lower than that of Sinclair's brigade commander.
But they were not under the same command system, so Dart was able to communicate with Sinclair in this way.
Dart's overall view is definitely not as high as Sinclair's.
Although in a head-on battle, Dart's squadron of mechas could crush Sinclair's motorized infantry brigade.
Sinclair heard Dart's question and said, "We can't retreat. I've decided to shrink our defenses and hold this place to the death."
"The news that the Dan'an area was attacked and communications were cut off must have been known to the rear."
"Maybe air support will arrive soon, or even ground support is on the way."
"We can't retreat. Once we evacuate here and lose this railway and logistics hub, the entire Dan'an region will fall."
"The mecha troops should also reduce their strength. I will arrange for the remaining mecha hunting battalions and armored forces to fully cooperate with you in the battle!"
Dart nodded heavily: "Okay! No problem!"
"Our squadron will fight to the last moment!"
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