"Hurry up! Hurry up!" An officer pulled a rope with sweat on his face and shouted with all his strength: "Don't be left behind! We have to enter the position with the infantry! Hurry!"
Behind him, two soldiers were pushing two wheels of wood respectively, and the heavy Maxim heavy machine gun was slowly advancing in the middle of a square formation composed of two infantrymen. Behind them, soldiers carrying bullets were
Everyone worked hard to push the machine gun forward.
"Is such a bulky thing like an offensive belt really that useful?" An Eiland Hill Grenadier, who leaned his rifle on his shoulder and let his long bayonet stand above his head, passed by the machine gun and asked in a low voice.
Comrades around you.
The comrade was so nervous that he didn't even look at him. He stared at the densely packed enemy troops standing at the gap in the city wall in the distance, and kept muttering: "Do your own thing! Do your own thing..."
This is something that instructors emphasize repeatedly during training. As long as you persist in doing the technical movements in training when you are nervous, you can defeat the enemy and win the war. And winning is the hope of survival.
As a small person whose name is destined not to remain in history, his long-cherished wish is actually very simple: to live and live bravely for himself and his family.
"Hey...boom!" A cannonball hit near the gap in the city wall, bringing up pieces of limbs and broken arms. The densely packed garrison formation immediately became chaotic, and it took a long time to restrain them.
"Hurry up and fire! Keep firing! Defeat those idiots!" The soldiers in the front row, who were getting closer and closer to the opponent, kept praying in their hearts, praying that they would not have to face the opponent's defense line.
Against that dense enemy.
"Stand still!" Orders came one after another, and all the troops finally stopped outside the range of the opponent's bow and arrow. For a while, no one spoke, and no new orders came. The entire battlefield seemed quiet.
"Get ready to shoot!" A command came out before everyone could wait too long. The soldiers in the first row subconsciously leveled their rifles and began to pull the bolts to load their weapons.
"Fire!" The battalion commander stood in the middle of his three phalanx troops and shouted a firm order. Following this order, there was a crackle of gunfire, making the battlefield noisy once again.
The bullets crashed into the dense crowd, leaving holes in the bodies of these Arantian soldiers that continuously spurted out blood. Dozens of brave Arantian soldiers fell to the ground, and the surrounding soldiers were stunned by the strange sight in front of them.
Already.
They have shield bearers and archers. They are waiting for the opponent's bows and arrows to fly over, and for their own bows and arrows to cause damage to the enemy. But what they are waiting for is not bows and arrows that cover the sky and the sun, but almost invisible ones.
Some kind of "hidden weapon".
"Bang!" There was another burst of gunfire. 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 down, and the Arant soldiers finally realized that the enemy they were facing was not something they could face with courage. No matter how restrained the officers were, these soldiers began to retreat, and some soldiers began to subconsciously find bunkers.
to cover yourself.
Seeing his soldiers being compressed back, Franky already realized that the situation was not good. In addition to those annoying cannons, the opponent also had a hand cannon used by soldiers! Facing the cannons, Franky felt that he had a
He had the power of war, but facing this kind of hand cannon, he felt that war was no longer what he was familiar with.
"Hold on! Hold on!" He kept walking in the queue with a long sword, comforting the panicked soldiers. He personally checked the crater made by the cannon at the gap, and personally pushed the bodies of the dead soldiers in.
Among the craters that are still steaming.
As a commander, Frankie has done his best. He personally led the officers to stick to the gap, encouraging every soldier and making them believe that they could repel the enemy.
In the open space outside the city, all five bullets in the gun barrels had been fired, and all the Aylandhill grenadiers began to load new ammunition. There was still a faint white mist in front of them, which was gunpowder.
What remains.
Although it seems that Ireland has begun to use smokeless gunpowder to produce ammunition, due to technical reasons, this smokeless gunpowder is actually not perfect. Improvement work is still in full swing, and frontline troops are still using it.
With this not-so-advanced gunpowder.
Fortunately, even with this kind of gunpowder, the weapons in the hands of the grenadiers of Elanshir are much more powerful than the weapons in the hands of the enemies they face.
"Damn it! Learn smart!" Seeing that the enemy he was facing was selling what he had learned and retreated behind the reverse slope, the battalion commander frowned, not knowing what to do.
Once he orders the soldiers to press over, he is likely to face a counterattack from the enemy at close range: at a distance of about twenty meters, the combat effectiveness of his troops is not overwhelming, or in his opinion, he would rather
Choose to use bullets from a long distance to consume your opponent.
Unfortunately, the situation on the battlefield was changing in an instant, and it was not something he could control unilaterally. So he could only bite the bullet and give the order to continue moving forward.
Of course, even if they attack the opponent's position, the soldiers of Airan Hill are not without their own methods. They are not parallel imports who only stand in the distance and shoot. They are powerful Airan Hill grenadiers.
After the order to attack was given, a hoarse command pierced the sky: "Grenadiers! Grenade!"
The soldiers in the first row took out the grenade from the canvas bag on their chests, pulled out the wooden plug behind the grenade, and pulled out the drawstring inside the wooden handle. They kept approaching the steep slope made of rubble, corpses and gravel in front of them.
, and pushed forward to a distance they thought was appropriate.
"Grenade!" Among the more than fifty soldiers in the first row, half threw out their wooden-handled grenades. The grenades flew over the hillside and landed on the other side of the reverse slope.
No one saw what was going on behind the reverse slope. They just heard someone shouting over there, and they just saw some debris flying up during the explosion.
"Ailan Hill! Long live!" The platoon leader in the front row drew out the sword from his waist and was the first to step forward. Behind him were the remaining twenty or so people who already had swords in their hands.
Grenadiers with grenades. When jumping up the steep slope, these grenadiers threw the grenades they had prepared long ago into the dense crowd on the opposite side.
"Bows and arrows!" In the garrison formation that was staggered by the first round of grenades, an officer with his face covered in blood waved his sword and shouted a hoarse roar. With his roar, a crowd of people like locusts formed.
Feather Arrow rushed towards the Airan Hill soldiers on the commanding heights.
"Poof!" The sound of bows and arrows piercing into the body came one after another. More than half of the twenty or so Ailanthil grenadiers who were the first to rush to the commanding heights were covered with arrows and fell on the bodies of the Arant soldiers.
The few lucky ones who escaped death also had several feather arrows stuck in their bodies, and they rolled down screaming. The grenadiers in the second row seemed to be stimulated by the blood of their companions. They continued to move forward, holding the prepared weapons in their hands.
The grenade was thrown to the other side of the reverse slope.
"Boom!" There was another dense explosion. The defenders of Yalant seemed to find that this reverse slope was a good place for them to hold on. They found that the opponent seemed to have no good way to take advantage of this high ground.
Even those deadly grenades could only hit a few soldiers in the front row, and could not threaten the archers behind them. After fighting for nearly two hours, Arant's soldiers killed the enemy on the opposite side for the first time.
With their morale greatly boosted, they cheered like beasts, as if they were the victors of this battle.
In fact, they have already killed nearly 1,000 people, and the enemies they face have less than twenty dead now. But including General French, the soldiers of Alante need to vent their long-suppressed feelings.
anger.
"Second Platoon! Attack! For Ailan Hill!" The company commander standing on the side of the team saw his proud subordinate, the first platoon leader who climbed to the top was turned into a hedgehog by an arrow, and angrily ordered to continue.
Order to attack.
Without any hesitation, the soldiers in the second row took a neat step forward, pulled out the grenades from their chests, and rushed towards the commanding heights that were close at hand. Then, being smart, they dropped the bombs when they were about to approach the commanding heights and
He lay down without exposing his body to the opponent's crossbow.
Although their attacks had some effect, the fight for the commanding heights was still a very difficult process. The soldiers relied on the commanding heights to fire downwards while lying down, and the Arant soldiers who were also close at hand fired frantically regardless of casualties.
During the counterattack, the loss of the first battalion soon rose to 50 men.
"This is not the way to go!" Feeling that his company was going to be exhausted in this gap, the company commander on the front line pressed his long sword and complained angrily: "Those cunning Arantees!"
"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 had been unreachable for a long time and said to his men with a sneer.
Soon, in the confused eyes of the soldiers of the Arant Empire, a square metal plate with a gap in the middle was slowly pushed up to the high point. The bow and arrow clanked against the metal shield, and there was nothing that could be done about it.
Alain Hill soldier behind a metal shield.
The Airan Hill 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 the bolt of his gun expressionlessly: "Wow!"
