My Empire

My Empire Chapter 62

2020-11-03

Chapter 62 62 Gap Battle

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" An officer was sweating and pulling a rope , used all one's strength and shouted: "Don't be left behind! We're going to enter the formation with the infantry! Quick!"

Behind him, two soldiers were pushing two wooden A wheel, a heavy Maxim heavy machine gun, was slowly advancing in the middle of the phalanx formed by the two infantrymen. Behind them, soldiers with bullets are trying to push the machine gun forward, and everyone is working hard.

"Anything so bulky as an offensive belt, is it really that useful?" An Alanhill grenadier with his rifle resting on his shoulder and his long bayonet towering over his head passed by the machine gun , asked his comrades in a low voice.

The comrade-in-arms was so nervous that he didn't even look at him, staring at the densely packed enemy troops standing in the gap of the city wall in the distance, muttering incantations: "Do your own thing! Do your own thing..."

This is something that the instructors repeatedly emphasized during training. As long as you insist on doing the technical movements in the training when you are tense, you can defeat the enemy and win the war. victory. And winning is the hope of survival.

As a nobody whose name is not destined to remain in history, his long-cherished wish is actually very simple, to live, to live bravely for himself and his family.

"Yo...bang!" A cannonball blasted near the gap in the city wall, bringing with it a stump of a broken limb. The densely packed defenders immediately became chaotic, and it took a long while to restrain them.

"Hurry up and fire! Keep firing! Destroy those idiots!" The soldiers in the front row, who were getting closer and closer to each other, kept praying in their hearts, praying that they were facing the opponent's When you are on the defensive line, you don't have to face the densely packed enemy.

"Stand still!" The orders came one after another, and all the troops finally stopped outside the range of each other's bows and arrows. No one spoke for a while, and no new orders came, and the entire battlefield seemed quiet.

"Ready to shoot!" Before everyone waited too long, a command came. The soldiers in the first row subconsciously flattened their rifles and began to pull the bolts to reload their weapons.

"Fire!" The battalion commander stood in the middle of his three phalanx units and shouted a firm order. With this order, a crackle of gunshots once again made the battlefield noisy.

The bullets crashed into the crowd, leaving blood-gushing holes in the Arrant soldiers. Dozens of brave Arrant soldiers fell to the ground, and the surrounding soldiers were stunned by the eerie sight in front of them.

They have shield players and archers, they are waiting for the bow and arrow of the other side to fly over, waiting for their bow and arrow to kill the enemy. But what they were waiting for was not a bow and arrow covering the heavens, shielding the sun, but some kind of "hidden weapon" that was almost invisible.

"Bah!" Another shot was fired. The Mauser rifle could fire five bullets at a very fast speed. Although it was not as clean as a semi-automatic rifle, it allowed the soldiers to fully aim and fire.

Once again someone fell, and the Arrant soldiers finally realized that they were facing an enemy they could not face with courage. No matter how restrained the officers were, these soldiers began to retreat, and some soldiers began to subconsciously find cover to cover themselves.

Watching his soldiers squeezed back, Franky realized something was wrong. In addition to those annoying cannons, the opponent also has a hand cannon used by soldiers! In the face of the cannon, Franky still felt that he had the strength to fight, but in the face of this kind of hand cannon, he felt that the war was not what he was familiar with.

"Persevere! Persevere!" He kept walking in the queue with his long sword, comforting the panicked soldiers. He personally inspected the crater blasted by the cannon at the gap, and pushed the bodies of the dead soldiers into the steaming craters.

As a commander, Franky has done his best. He personally led the officers to stick to the gap, encouraging every soldier and making them believe that they can repel the enemy.

And in the clearing outside the city, five rounds of guns had been fired, and all the Alanhill Grenadiers began to reload. In front of them there was still a faint white mist, which was the residue of gunpowder.

Although it appears that Alanhill has started to use smokeless powder to produce ammunition, it is not actually perfect due to technology. The improvement work is still in full swing, and the front-line troops are still using this not-so-advanced gunpowder.

Thankfully, even with this gunpowder, the weapons of Alanhill's grenadiers are far more powerful than the weapons they face.

"Damn it! Learn to be smart!" Seeing that the enemy he was facing was actually learning and selling, and retreated to the back of the backslope, the battalion commander frowned, not knowing what to do. How is it good.

Once he orders the soldiers to push over, it is likely to face a close-range enemy's counterattack: at a distance of about 20 meters, his troops' battle strength is not crushing, or In his opinion, he prefers to use bullets to consume opponents at long distances.

It's a pity that the situation on the battlefield is instant Myriad Transformations, and it is not that he can Sovereign unilaterally. So he could only brace oneself and give the order to move on.

Of course, Alanhill's soldiers are not without their own means even if they are attacking the opponent's position. They weren't just stand and shoot parallels, they were the mighty Alanhill Grenadiers. After the order to attack was given, a hoarse voice cut through the sky: "Grenadiers! Grenades!"

The soldiers in the first platoon drew grenades from their canvas bags and pulled out Opened the cork behind the grenade, and pulled out the drawstring inside the wooden handle. They kept approaching the rubble corpse and the steep slope piled with rubble in front of them, until they advanced to a distance they thought was appropriate.

"Grenade!" Of the fifty or so soldiers in the first row, half of the soldiers threw away their wooden-handled grenades, which flew over the hillside and landed on the other side of the reverse slope.

No one saw what was going on behind the backslope, they just heard someone shouting over there, they just saw some debris being thrown up when it exploded.

"Alanhill! Long live!" The platoon leader in the front row drew out his saber from his waist and stepped forward first, followed by the remaining twenty or so hands. Grenadiers already carrying grenades. As they climbed to the top of the steep slope, the grenadiers threw their prepared grenades at the densely packed crowd on the opposite side.

"Bow and arrow!" Inside the defender formation, which was blown up by the first round grenade, an officer with a face covered in blood brandished his long sword and shouted a hoarse roar. , a feathered arrow like a locust, rushed towards the Alanhill soldiers on the commanding heights.

"pu!" The sound of bows and arrows piercing the body one after another, and more than half of the twenty or so Alanhill grenadiers who first rushed to the commanding heights were covered with arrows and fell on the bodies of Arrant soldiers.

The few lucky ones who were lucky not to die also had several feather arrows stuck in their bodies, screaming and rolling down. The second row of grenadiers seemed to be stimulated by the blood of their comrades. They continued to move forward and threw the grenade prepared in their hands to the other side of the reverse slope.

"bang!" was another dense explosion. Arrant's army soldiers seemed to find that the reverse slope was a good place for them to stick to. They found that the other party seemed to have no good way to take this high ground. .

Even those deadly grenades can only hit a few soldiers in the front row, and can't threaten the archer behind at all. After almost two hours of fighting, Arrant's soldiers killed their opponents for the first time, and they cheered wild beasts as if they were the victors of the battle.

In fact, they have killed nearly 1,000 people, and the enemy they face has only died less than 20 now. But Arrant's soldiers, including General French, needed to vent their pent-up anger.

"Second platoon! Attack! For Alanhill!" The company commander standing on the side of the team was annoyed when he saw his proud subordinate, the platoon leader who was the first to reach the top was shot into a hedgehog by a feather arrow. gave the order to continue the attack.

The soldiers in the second row took a neat step forward without any hesitation, pulled out the grenade on their chest, and rushed towards the commanding heights that were close at hand. Then, when they were smart, they dropped bombs and fell down when they were about to approach the commanding heights, without exposing their bodies to the opponent's crossbow.

Although their attacks had some effect, the battle for the commanding heights was still a very difficult process. The soldiers fired down from the commanding heights in a lying position. The Arrant soldiers who were also close at hand ignored the casualties and frantically counterattacked, and soon the loss of the first battalion rose to 50 people.

"It's not the way to go on like this!" Feeling that his company was going to be exhausted at this gap, the company commander in the front line complained angrily, "Those cunning Arrants!"

"It doesn't matter! They have already gone up! As long as they go up...the battle will be over." The battalion commander who came up from behind stared at the gap that could not be attacked for a long time, and said to his men with a sneer .

Soon, in the eyes of the soldiers of the Arrant Empire, a square metal plate with a gap in the middle was slowly pushed to the commanding heights. The bow and arrow slammed into the metal shield, and it couldn't help the Alanhill soldiers behind the metal shield.

The Alanhill soldier behind the shield saw the densely packed enemy in front of him through the narrow aiming gap, and then in the next second, he pulled his gun bolt expressionlessly: "oh la la! ”

(end of this chapter)