Unfortunately, he still didn't expect that just when he was about to struggle to the death, the gate of Nalu City had been pushed open by the defenders themselves. The soldiers standing on the city wall put down their swords and spears,
The green royal flag of the Arant Empire was thrown off the tall and thick city wall of Naaru in the wind.
Group after group of Airan Hill soldiers poured into Naaru City. After the slightly nervous citizens saw the royal flag of Airan Hill, they all retreated into the buildings. Soon, the streets were deserted.
It was filled with dense m42 helmets.
In the wooden attic, a young man hung the black king's flag of Elland Hill that had been prepared long ago outside his window, and was then pulled back into the room by his horrified girlfriend.
Soon, a housekeeper hung a larger black king's flag outside the door of a single-family mansion, and then the black king's flag spread like a contagious germ in the streets and alleys of Naaru City.
"Long live Ailan Hill!" A woman who was watching the excitement at the door of a house on the street shouted to the Ailan Hill Grenadiers who passed in front of him. She had been looking forward to this day for a long time, that greedy
The city lord ruined his family, and her daily prayer was that someone could overturn it all.
"Go back to the house! It's dangerous here!" A grenadier with a grenade on his chest stopped in front of the woman, stretched out his hand and made a pushing motion.
His actions made the woman's eyes moisten instantly, because if her son had not been killed by that abominable city lord, he would be as old as the young grenadier in front of him by now. She looked at him with tears in her eyes, hysterical
Crying: "Kill those bastards! Kill that bastard City Lord!"
The grenadier was stunned for a moment, then nodded his head heavily, pressed his equipment, and quickly followed his troops.
A decaying empire, with just a little external force, will collapse in an instant like a gravel castle facing the waves. The Arant Empire has been decaying for hundreds of years, and the only thing that maintains this empire is an equally decaying Holy Demon Empire.
That’s all.
At the gate of the city lord's palace, a group of elite infantrymen wearing gray armor had formed a square formation. Not everyone was surrounded by Ailan Hill. The Naaru with a population of hundreds of thousands was very huge. As the city lord Adam, he had to cultivate a group of himself.
It is actually very easy to become a confidant.
After all, Adam, the greedy and depraved city lord, is not stupid. These elites outside the city lord's mansion are the vested interests he has cultivated over the years, and they are also his most loyal direct troops.
"Draw your sword! Prepare to fight!" The leader of Adam's trusted generals pulled out the accessories from his waist and shouted to the soldiers who were also densely packed behind him. Following his shout, those fierce-looking soldiers also drew their weapons.
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"Those useless city guards couldn't even defend the city wall, so they just opened the city gate and let the enemies in! A bunch of rubbish!" the officer spat and cursed coldly while holding a long sword.
He had every reason to look down on those city guards who didn't even receive a salary and had no combat capabilities at all. These elites behind him could definitely face ten times the number of idiots in the city guards.
With just one charge, he could defeat the enemy approaching from the front, and then take advantage of the chaos to retake the lost city wall. At that time, he would take the time to settle accounts with those damn city guards. This was what the general was thinking about.
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"Long live Ailanthil!" Suddenly, he heard some shouting sounds. At first, he thought it was the cheers shouted by the Ailanthil soldiers who occupied the city wall, but as the sounds became louder and louder
, the Arantian general also realized that these cheers may come from the citizens of Naru City...
"Damn it!" He squeezed the long sword in his hand and cursed secretly in his mind. Just as he was cursing this sentence, at the end of the street in the distance, rows of grenadiers from Eiland Hill appeared.
"Let them see! The true strength of the Alant warriors!" The general forced himself to calm down, pointed his sword forward, and issued the order to attack: "Charge!"
Behind him, groups of Tarrant soldiers began to squirm forward. The sound of armor clashing was loud, and the long swords reflected dazzling light in the sun. Countless soldiers shouted, covering the distance.
Ailan Hill cheered: "Long live Arant!"
"Hoola!" The Eilandhir grenadiers in the front row stopped in their tracks. They knelt on one knee and picked up their Mauser rifles. Behind them, the soldiers in the second row stood up straight.
He also raised his own weapon.
"Crack!" Almost at the same time, two rows of soldiers pulled the bolts of their guns and put bullets into the barrels of their guns. Opposite them, the Arant soldiers holding their gleaming swords high were at least a few meters away from them.
There are 40 meters.
"Bang! Baht!" There was a crackling sound of gunfire, and the bullet hit the human wall of Alant soldiers. The huge impact tore apart the thin armor, and the bullet, after being severely deformed, sank into the flesh and blood body inside the armor.
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The Alant soldiers at the front screamed and fell down, and the Alant soldiers in the second row were stunned on the spot. Many of them did not see what the other side was doing. They only heard a sharp sound.
He saw his companion in front of him lying in a pool of blood.
The next second, they saw the Eiland Hill soldiers on the opposite side unlatching the bolts of their guns uniformly in a thin layer of smoke and ejecting the metal cartridge cases from the chambers. Then, these soldiers ignored them.
The bullet casings were still steaming and rolling under the feet, pushing the bolt back to its original position.
Accompanied by their seemingly rhythmic movements, there was another "clatter" sound of the friction of the gun bolts, which represented death. Because the distance was so close, there was almost no need to aim, and the Eilandhill Grenadiers just
Started his second fire.
"Bang! Bah! Bah!" There was another crackling gunshot. The Arant soldiers in the second row finally saw the enemy on the opposite side clearly. Before they had time to step over the bodies of their comrades in the front row, they were struck by a new round of
The bullet hit.
Fear did not spread easily, because they knew that the powerful soldiers on the opposite side had now fallen to the ground clutching their chests and stomachs. The Arant soldiers crowding forward behind them had no idea what was happening. They only knew that their own
The team seemed to have stopped and could no longer move forward.
"What the hell is that sound?" A soldier asked his comrades beside him worriedly. As he listened to the sound getting closer, his courage seemed to be slipping away from his body. But it was in vain for him to ask, because beside him
My comrades-in-arms were also full of doubts and nervousness at this moment.
When the fifth shot was fired, the first two rows of Irish infantrymen immediately gave up their positions. Behind them, the other two rows of soldiers who had already been prepared stepped forward and took over the shooting position.
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What they saw in front of them was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Countless soldiers of the Arant Empire fell on this street, and the blood flowed along the cracks and textures on the streets made of stone, and finally merged into the two rivers.
In the drainage ditch on the side.
These Ilandhill grenadiers who had trained countless times ignored those disgusting scenes. They were just mechanical and operated the weapons in their hands according to their daily training. Some of them did not even raise their eyes.
one time.
A few seconds later, the soldiers of the Arant Empire, who had already lost a large area, finally realized their situation. The Arant army, which had already laid down at least seven or eight rows of soldiers, finally lost their only remaining soldier.
A little courage.
Countless people crowded backwards, hoping to exit this alley that symbolized death. The people behind continued to move forward under the supervision of generals and officers. The chaotic scene made retreat and advancement a joke. Arant
The Imperial troops barricaded themselves in a narrow road.
"Let me go! The front has been defeated!" A soldier who was pushed backward by his own people screamed and begged the soldier behind him. However, the soldier behind him could not even turn around and could only speak to the soldier in front of him.
The man explained his miserable situation: "I couldn't turn around, someone pushed me from behind!"
"Go back quickly! Go back!" The Arantian soldiers further ahead looked pale when they saw the advancing Eilandhir grenadiers carrying the black muzzles of their guns through the light mist raised by the shooting.
begging.
Beside him, a desperate man was kneeling on the ground, praying loudly to the soldiers on the opposite side, hoping that the other side would let him live. However, no matter surrendering or retreating, the rhythmic gunshots still sounded again and again.
It's like the devil is ringing the doomsday bell.
"What's going on?" The general of the Alant Empire holding the battle was holding his long sword and looking at the stagnant army, frowning and not knowing what to do. He thought that the opponent might be difficult to deal with.
But he really never thought that his well-equipped and well-trained elite troops would be blocked so easily by the opponent.
At this time, soldiers from Eiland Hill also appeared from other directions. These soldiers compressed the defense line of the elite soldiers of the Alante Empire gathered around the city lord's palace from all directions, shrinking the encirclement little by little.
"Hold it!" The general of Arant, who had heard the danger from the dense gunfire, had given up any hope of retaking the city at this time. What he was thinking about now was how to reorganize his team and fight his way out.
This matter has been encircled again.
Just when he was about to gather his cronies and plan to lead his troops back to the city lord's palace to continue resisting, a black shadow fell from the sky and landed at his feet. He was startled, and when he lowered his head, he saw a black cylinder.
The iron lump is connected to a light yellow wooden handle, and white smoke spurts out from the end of the wooden handle.