"Damn it! The cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire have penetrated the defense line. Why are these remaining defeated soldiers so difficult to chew?" General Zorn asked angrily while wiping the smoke from his face while holding a long sword.
His own men.
Just now, one of his 1,000-man defensive lines collapsed in front of the 13th Eiland Hill Regiment's defense line. The opponent seemed to have endless ammunition, and it seemed that they didn't even know what fear was.
"More! Let another phalanx come up and charge me! If we don't kill all this army today, we Arantians will be destroyed!" He pointed at the still flying Ailan in the distance with his long sword.
King Hill's flag, General Zorn shouted hysterically.
As he shouted, more soldiers of the Arantian Empire rushed to the front line, attacking the defense line of the 13th Airan Hill Regiment, which had been disrupted and crumbling but had never been completely broken.
"Bang!" He fired another bullet at the overcoming Arantian soldiers, and the already numb Elanhill grenadiers found the feeling of shooting at a target again.
He just saw the brother troops on the flank being penetrated by those terrifying cavalry, and even felt an inexplicable fear, but the subsequent battle once again became a familiar look to him, which made his hanging heart,
It fell back to its original place.
The battle in front of us is no longer so thrilling. Enemies 300 meters away can't even take a step forward without being shot through by bullets. Now there is almost a wall of flesh over there, made entirely of corpses.
A patch of hills.
Behind this wall of accumulated corpses are the Alain soldiers who are constantly climbing. On the other side of this wall is a long slope formed by the Alan soldiers falling down.
All the Arant soldiers were walking hard on the corpses. They took difficult steps step by step, and then they were hit by bullets and lay down on the corpses, turning into some kind of quagmire-like obstruction that hindered the comrades behind them from moving forward.
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At least 3,000 soldiers fell on the way to attack, and some soldiers were killed by artillery shells when they launched the attack. With heavy losses, only dead soldiers such as the Royal Guards could continue to fight.
Even so, the soldiers of the Arantian Empire were still unable to shake the front of the already damaged Ailanthir troops. They were repulsed from the side and were beaten back. In the end, they just left more corpses behind.
Until now, these Arantian troops still don't know whether the cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire that rushed into the formation of Ailanthir have slaughtered all the central and rear troops of Ailanthir.
Waiting, waiting for the cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire to turn around and come back to help them defeat the tenacious Airan Hill Grenadiers in front of them.
"What's going on? If those Holy Demon Empire cavalry have succeeded, why haven't they come back yet?" Zorn, who was already slightly desperate, could not persuade his shaken self, so he could only turn around and ask the officers around him.
"Sir, how long has it been? Maybe, maybe, they have already penetrated the Elanhill army's formation and reached the rear?" The officer made up an excuse in a dumbfounded way to prevaricate his commander.
road.
He knew that his coach was in disarray and could no longer judge the situation in front of him. Now he could only do his best and obey fate, waiting for the final miracle to happen or a horrific defeat.
"What happened? Where are the magic cavalry from the Holy Demon Empire who rushed into the formation? Why haven't they come back? Why haven't they come back?" After just a few seconds, Zorn said again
Unable to hold his breath, he once again questioned the adjutant next to him.
The poor officer could only continue to bite the bullet and comfort his commander: "General! Don't worry, no mortal can stop the cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire, don't you think? There is nothing to worry about, there is nothing to worry about
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Before this war, no mortal could fight against the hordes of dragon knights? What was the result? Aren’t the dragon heads of those dragon knights hung on the head of Maritza City now? General Zorn cursed in his heart,
But he did not refute his subordinate officers.
He was just worried about the battle situation in front of him. He was just afraid that those knights did not turn back. Even if he only faced a crippled 13th regiment, he would not be able to eat this piece of fat.
In other words, this piece of fat that looks delicious is actually not fat to Yalant, but a steel plate, a hot steel plate full of spikes! If you bite it in one mouth, not only will it break a few pieces
A tooth, and even a life will be lost.
Once again, Zorn asked the tireless question: "Why didn't the cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire turn back? Can you send someone to contact them? Send someone quickly to find out what happened?"
Just when Zorn was about to collapse, a general rushed over and brought him good news that made him energetic: "Sir! General! The other side's gunfire is sparse! The other side's gunfire is weak!"
After losing tens of thousands of people, Arant's army finally used the lives of its own soldiers to replace most of the ammunition carried by the soldiers of the 13th Regiment of Airan Hill. Now the opponent no longer has any decent long-range anti-personnel weapons.
The soldiers of the Arantian Empire played.
"Attack! Attack! The whole army is on the line!" After hearing the good news, Zorn finally calmed down. He laughed and issued the general attack order, and even pushed his reserve team to the front line.
"We're out of ammunition!" An officer with a stained face pressed his long sword and stood in front of the commander of the 13th Regiment and reported: "After two more rounds, we will only have grenades and bayonets."
"Let the enemy come closer! Prepare grenades! The whole regiment has bayonets on! We must persist until the last moment! For Ailanthir!" The regiment leader drew out the sword from his waist and gave the order to continue fighting.
Behind him, the black flag of the King of Eilanhir was still fluttering in the wind, as if it was proving something.
"Long live Alainthil!" All the soldiers drew out their bayonets and mounted them on their rifles, and then roared in unison. They stared at the approaching Aranthir soldiers in the distance, their eyes filled with disdain.
"Get ready to fight!" The officers shouted orders one after another. The soldiers in the first row had already pulled out the grenades on their chests. Listening to the dull sound of war drums coming from the opposite side, they were ready to fight to the last moment.
Prepare.
"Alante will win!" In the distance, the Alante troops, who had put more soldiers into the attack, also roared to encourage morale. There were more of them, and their shouts were more majestic. They, who had been suppressed, seemed to
Then use this method to vent the anger in their hearts.
"This is not the way to go...if the opponent advances to the grenade fighting distance, the opponent's archers will be effective." A company commander frowned and looked at the enemy's army that was approaching, and muttered uneasily.
In fact, everyone knows that once so many enemies come closer, what kind of outcome will be waiting for them. Not to mention the deadly bows and arrows, in terms of close combat ability, Ai Lan only knows three axes and bayonet tactics.
The Hill Grenadier is far from a match for the traditional soldiers of the Arantian army.
As long as the troops are in close contact, the loss ratio will be reversed immediately. It takes about two or three grenadiers of Ailan Hill to replace one heavy infantry of the Alant Empire. In just a few dozen minutes, the entire 13th Regiment will be destroyed.
There is a possibility of being overwhelmed by the Arantian forces.
The next second, behind the 13th Regiment of Eiland Hill, a complete line of soldiers went up to the high ground with bayonets raised high. There was a bright drumbeat behind them, and there were still blood stains on their bayonets.
These soldiers stepped forward in an orderly manner, forming a Great Wall with their bodies. Behind them were heavy machine guns dragged by war horses and 30mm-caliber anti-aircraft artillery with their barrels raised high.
"Long live Ailanthil!" Not only the soldiers of the 1st regiment, but also the 3rd regiment launched a counterattack accompanied by drumbeats. These mortals stepped on the corpses of the magic cavalry, killed all the wounded of the Holy Demon Empire, and finally reached the
The defensive line stationed by the 13th Regiment.
"Do you need help?" Riding on his horse, Walter, the commander of the 1st regiment, smiled and asked the commander of the 13th regiment, who was standing under the flagpole of Wang Qi: "My troops just passed by and I see you are in trouble."
"Hehehe." The leader of the 13th regiment grinned, looked up at Walter, the leader of the 1st regiment, and laughed: "You came just in time, leave the ammunition and leave. We are not tired yet, we can still do it."
Fight all day."
Walter nodded: "General Wilkes's order is for you to withdraw and recuperate. Leave the rest to us!"
"Okay!" The leader of the 13th Regiment smiled and nodded. He had just seen the battle behind him and knew that the 1st Regiment and the 3rd Regiment would be approaching soon. This was also the main reason why he insisted on not retreating.
Now, the battlefield was handed over to the 1st and 3rd regiments, and he could finally take a break: "Fight hard! Let these bastards from Arant know what real fighting is."
"They will know, believe me, they will definitely know." Walter looked at the heavy machine gun carriage passing by him, and said matter-of-factly: "I guarantee that this battle will be unforgettable for them forever!"
After finally climbing up to the high ground where corpses were piled up, General Zorn happened to see the soldiers of the 1st Regiment and the 13th Regiment changing defenses. The position that had been silent because of running out of ammunition suddenly became noisy again.
The gunshots that represented death rang out again, echoing in the wilderness. Then more Airan Hill soldiers picked up their weapons, and the heavy machine guns began to roar. A hail of bullets fell across the Aranthill soldiers.
In front of me, everything seemed to be back to how it was dozens of minutes ago.
What's even more frightening is that this time the enemy has heavy machine guns, more soldiers, more Mauser 98k rifles, and more ammunition...——
Long Ling's condition today is very bad, the coding speed is slow and there is no proofreading... If you see typos, you can leave a message, and Long Ling will correct them tomorrow... I'm really sorry, I'm sorry.