In late spring, insects in the grass are chirping, and owls squatting on the treetops are making cooing calls.
The werewolves were slowly approaching their target with giant axes and machetes in their hands.
Arthur is the leader of this werewolf troop. They gave up their rifles and used their best cold weapons, using the cover of night to prepare for a sneak attack on Ozuf's cavalry regiment.
The werewolf's tactics are very simple, that is to launch a sudden charge at a very close distance, break into the opponent's camp, kill every soldier encountered, create panic, and then pass through the camp. If there is a chance, return
Come again.
This is the simplest way to effectively utilize the werewolf's night fighting and melee combat skills.
Arthur personally knocked down a National Army sentry, and then he realized that what he knocked down was a straw man. The straw man had bells on his body, which made a sound when he was knocked down.
"Who?" someone asked not far away.
"Damn it!" Arthur cursed secretly, but he did not think this was an accident. Arranging open and hidden sentries was a common tactic used by human armies when sleeping at night.
"Come with me!" Arthur shouted loudly.
The place where he stood was only 800 meters away from the first trench of the Cavalry Regiment. For the werewolves who were good at running and sprinting, this distance could only be covered in a few breaths.
The werewolves immediately rushed towards the cavalry regiment's barracks like a torrent. In the dark night, they were all strong and agile, avoiding obstacles on the ground and quickly reached the first trench.
This trench was built very wide, but in the dark night the werewolves sprinted across it. Only a few people unfortunately fell into the trench, but this would not cause much harm to the thick-skinned werewolves, but it would
It takes some effort to climb up.
"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"
Soldiers sounded the alarm in the direction of the military camp. The best alarm sound was the sound of gunshots. Almost as soon as the gunshots were heard, the military camp became commotion.
Arthur and his companions crossed the first trench, and soon the werewolf running at the front suddenly stopped and screamed. It turned out that they unfortunately hit the barbed wire fence, and some of them were bloody and bloody on the spot.
, the harder they push, the worse they scream.
However, the werewolves following them could not slow down in time. They bumped into their companions, and the werewolves huddled together.
At this time, the soldiers at the front of the cavalry regiment opened fire. They had been waiting for several days. Heavy bullets were fired in the dark direction.
The werewolves screamed and fell down. Within half a minute, a large number of werewolves fell.
Arthur wielded his giant ax and slashed hard at the barbed wire fence in front of him, and the werewolves risked their lives to follow suit.
Finally, at the cost of killing more than a hundred werewolves, they cut several gaps and poured in through the gaps.
The cavalry seemed to be frightened, their firepower became very weak, and they began to retreat.
At this time, Leader Arthur discovered that there was a second trench ahead. Due to the lack of sprint distance, they could not jump over it. They had to slow down and climb with bare hands.
Some werewolves noticed that the soil in this trench seemed a little sticky and had a pungent smell.
But with the previous experience, the werewolves were confident in solving the second barbed wire fence.
However, at this time, they suddenly found that it seemed to be dawn. When they suddenly looked back, they found that the trench they had just crossed was burning with blazing fire and acrid black smoke billowing.
It turned out that the cavalry regiment prepared a large amount of black liquid in the second trench. This is a specialty of some local swamp areas in Guineapolis. It is extremely flammable and is used by locals as cooking fuel in winter.
Under the blazing fire, there was no way for the werewolves to hide, and they became the best whips for the cavalry regiment soldiers.
The fire net created by dense bullets was harvesting the lives of the werewolves. They fell down wailing, and most of the werewolves moved forward desperately. Some werewolves, led by Arthur, frantically slashed at the enemies in front of them.
Barbed wire.
The barbed wire fence so close seemed so far away that the werewolves couldn't even get close, and there was a raging fire behind them.
The werewolves did not fight back. Although they gave up their rifles, which were not very useful in night battle raids, they brought a lot of homemade grenades. Some werewolves lit the grenades and threw them into the crowd of opponents.
The cavalry regiment inevitably suffered casualties, but there were too few opportunities to accurately throw it into the opponent's crowd. The werewolves were often hit by one or even several bullets just after lighting a grenade. The grenade inevitably
Exploded among his companions.
Arthur had to order his men to break out on both sides, trying to find an opportunity to break out. At this time, he no longer had the arrogance and confidence he had half an hour ago.
Here is a trap.
However, Captain Ozuf did not give him too many opportunities. One company of soldiers was enough to build a solid line of defense in a certain direction. If the firepower was not strong enough, then two companies would be needed.
From the time he left the main force, the regimental commander, who General Grant had high hopes for, had been thinking hard about fighting a beautiful counter-surprise battle.
In order to keep as many werewolves as possible, Ozuf commanded the troops prepared in advance to move through the tunnels built to surround the werewolves from behind.
The ease of operation and fast, concise shooting method of the National Army's advanced standard rifles allow the National Army to have several times more firepower than in the past. If they were still using flintlock muskets, just loading ammunition accurately at night would be a nightmare.
, not to mention that misfires are commonplace in fierce battles.
As long as they don't panic, they can stabilize their position.
The werewolf Arthur found that there were fewer and fewer companions around him. Many werewolves fell to the ground and were not dead, rolling and wailing. Arthur rushed forward every time, but the amazing thing was that he only had scratches on his body, but from his ears
The bullets whizzing by made his whole body shiver.
For the first time in his life, Arthur felt truly scared. The strength of an individual seemed very small and humble in such a war situation.
The gunfire soon became sparse, and an officer of the National Army shouted:
"Stop shooting, stay alert!"
"Stand where you are, don't move forward!"
Only then did Arthur wake up, and he suddenly found that he was the only one left on the battlefield.
In the light of the fire, he saw a young soldier raising his rifle towards him. The soldier was very young, just like the many young humans Arthur had killed not long ago.
Arthur raised the giant ax in his hand. He wanted to throw it and smash the young soldier to death, because the other man's eyes made him feel very comfortable.
It was the look of a proud master.
Arthur failed to complete his blow, a bullet hit his shoulder, and the ax fell in front of him.
Then another bullet came, hitting his knee, and Arthur fell to his knees in pain.
Ozuf did not stop the soldiers' teasing behavior. He watched with his own eyes as the soldiers shot the werewolf leader into a sieve.
"Most of the werewolves did not come to save their own people as expected." An officer reported, "Are we taking the initiative?"
Ozuf nodded and said: "No, let's give them the night for now, their days are numbered."