Warlords: I just made a little fortune, but I didn’t build a country.

Chapter 513, Walking towards the sun, you will never go wrong

When the first ray of sunlight struggled to penetrate the thick smoke and fell on the scorched earth, the entire 317 area seemed to be shrouded in a strange veil.

The former military positions were no longer recognizable. The land had been plowed countless times by artillery shells, and the craters were densely packed, like craters on the surface of the moon, embedded in the ground in varying depths. The soil was baked by the high temperature, mixed with the black ash produced by the explosion, showing a dead dark brown color, emitting a pungent smell of burning and gunpowder.

The fortifications that once stood are now only ruins. The twisted steel bars are like monsters with bared fangs and claws, with ferocious "arms" sticking out from the ruins, telling of the tragedy of last night.

The destroyed tanks and armored vehicles lay in disarray on the ground. Some of their turrets were blown off, while others had their bodies cut in half. The metal wreckage reflected a cold light in the sun, and occasionally one could see sparks flickering in the wreckage, making crackling sounds.

The battlefield was littered with the remains of soldiers. Broken guns were scattered all over the ground, with their butts blown to pieces and their barrels twisted and deformed. Some of the helmets were dented, and some had holes blown out, lying alone beside the craters, as if they were still waiting for their owners to return. The broken pieces of military uniforms swayed gently in the breeze, stained with blood and dirt, and their original colors could no longer be distinguished.

In this deadly land, traces of survivors could occasionally be seen. A few crows circled low in the sky, making shrill cries, sometimes landing on corpses, and sometimes being startled away by sudden explosions.

As the sunlight gradually grew stronger, the tragic scene of the battlefield became clearer. The bodies of 15 Alliance soldiers were lying all over the area, some of them were incomplete, and some of their limbs were thrown far away by the blast. Their faces were still frozen with fear and pain before death, and their eyes were staring at the sky empty, as if questioning why fate was so cruel.

However, in this endless silence, signs of life also quietly appeared. On the edge of a bomb crater, a green grass stubbornly emerged from the hard soil, swaying gently in the breeze, as if announcing the unyielding nature of life to this war-torn land.

The sunlight shines on the grass, giving it a layer of golden light, making it look particularly dazzling in this battlefield filled with the breath of death.

"The bones are taller than the snow on the Taihang Mountains, and the blood is gushing out like the purple water of the Fen River."

Zhao Gang's voice was heard on the battlefield. Last night, 1100 million kilograms of artillery shells were fired, destroying the entire 317 area. In addition, the six combined brigades cooperated with armed helicopters to attack at six in the morning when it was just getting light. After fighting for two hours, all the alliance soldiers in the entire 317 area were killed.

"Old Zhao!"

Li Yunlong looked at Zhao Gang's worried face and immediately began to persuade him, "Don't think too much. We are fighting this battle for future generations. As long as we finish this battle, there will be no wars in the next ten, a hundred, or even a thousand years."

"I know all the reasons."

Zhao Gang smiled and said, "I am not a new recruit who just graduated from college. I have been in the army for more than ten years. I can still understand this truth. It's just that I feel a little emotional when I see this hellish scene in front of me. After all, these are real people now!"

"Hey!"

With a sigh, Zhao Gang took a step forward, each step was very firm, walking towards the rising sun, leaving behind a blurry back.

......

On July 7, Li Yunlong arrived at the front-line headquarters in a highly mobile armored vehicle to report on his mission.

"Hahaha."

Seeing Li Yunlong appear, Chang Xingwang laughed and said, "I knew that you, the ace of the north, would be the first to hand in the task."

"It would be strange if I wasn't the first one."

Chief of Staff Yuan Zhan also laughed happily and said, "Last night, this prodigal son used up almost all of the ammunition stored by the entire group army. These are tens of millions of kilograms of shells, and they were all used up in just one night."

"This is secondary."

Chang Xingwang smiled and said, "Ammunition is not a big problem. What our Great Qin Empire lacks the least right now is ammunition. What we need to consider is how to achieve victory in the shortest possible time. As long as we win, all the consumption will be worth it."

"Tell me."

Yuan Zhan asked Li Yunlong about his beloved member of the Northern Military Region, "What was the outcome of the battle? Did you find any difference between the Alliance Army and the one a year ago?"

"The results are rich."

Li Yunlong smiled and said, "In this battle, I learned the tactics from Brother Chu, that is, Chu Yunfei. Firepower is supreme, consumption is exchanged for loss. My 141st Army suffered less than a hundred casualties, and the enemy's alliance army in the 317th area was completely wiped out, with a total of more than 15 people."

"My darling."

Yuan Zhan was still somewhat shocked to hear that the casualties were less than 900. You know, the best record of the Great Qin Empire in the past was 1 to 1500, and now it seems that the casualties have reached 1 to .

"You kid, give me the Northern Military District some face, haha."

Yuan Zhan was very happy about the casualties, and also because Li Yunlong was the first to end the battle, which also brought honor to the head of the Northern Military Region.

After all, the 15 group armies under the headquarters are all from the five major military regions. In previous exercises of the five major military regions, the Central Military Region was first, the Eastern Military Region was second, and his Northern Military Region was third, and sometimes fourth. Now he can be considered to have made a comeback.

"Report."

Immediately afterwards, the commander of the 161st Army Group of the Central Military Region came to hand over the task. When he saw Li Yunlong, he was slightly surprised and reported the battle results, which were similar to those of Li Yunlong's troops.

"I'm talking to Lao Liao."

Li Yunlong said to Liao Yuanjun of the Central Military Region, "You old man, you went up to the military exercise and just stared at my 141st Army. What happened? You lost this time!"

"Haha."

Liao Yuanjun was not unhappy with Li Yunlong's joke, but laughed and said, "Old Li, I am convinced this time."

"You took over Area 317 in one day and annihilated more than 15 troops of the Alliance. I have to admire you. It took my 161st Army 30 hours to take it. Compared with your 141st Army, it is still a little behind. But there is a long way to go. Next time, my 161st Army will definitely surpass your 141st Army."

"Haha."

Li Yunlong laughed and said, "I like you, Old Liao. You are not like those guys. If they lose, they lose. Then they have a set of words to explain why they lost and why I won. You are not as honest as Old Liao at all!"