Fifty-Seven Naru Street Fights

Unfortunately, he still did not expect that just when he was about to struggle to the death, the gate of Naru City had been pushed open by the defenders themselves. The soldiers standing on the city wall put down the long swords and spears in their hands, and the green king flag of the Arrant Empire was thrown from the tall and heavy city wall of Naru in the wind.

Teams of Ailan Hill soldiers poured into Naru City. After seeing Ailan Hill's king flag, the slightly nervous citizens retreated into the building. Filled with dense M42 helmets.

In the wooden attic, a teenager hung the black king flag of Alan Hill that had been prepared for a long time out of his window, and was then pulled back into the room by his terrified girlfriend.

Soon, a housekeeper hung a larger black king flag outside the gate of a mansion with a single house, and then the black king flag spread in the streets and alleys of Naru City like a contagious germ.

"Long live Ailan Hill!" A woman watching the lively at the door of the house on the side of 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. The greedy city lord had ruined his family. Her daily prayer was that someone could overthrow it.

"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 push.

His action made the woman's eyes instantly wet, because if her son hadn't been killed by that abominable city lord, he should be so big now to the young grenadier in front of him. She looked at each other with tears in her eyes, and cried hysterically, "Kill those bastards! Kill the bastard of the city owner!"

The grenadier was stunned for a moment, then nodded his head heavily, and quickly followed his troops according to his equipment.

A decaying empire needs only a little external force, and it will collapse in an instant like a sand and gravel castle facing the waves. The Arante Empire has been decaying for hundreds of years, and the only thing that maintains this empire is an equally decayed Holy Demon Empire.

At the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, a group of elite infantry in gray armor had formed a phalanx. Not everyone is surrounded by Ailan Hill. Naru, with a population of hundreds of thousands, is very huge. As the city lord Adam, it is actually very easy to cultivate a group of his own cronies.

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 line troops.

"Draw your sword! Prepare to fight!" Adam's trusted general, headed by him, pulled out the accessories around his waist and shouted to the equally dense soldiers behind him. Following his shout, those fierce soldiers also drew their weapons.

"Those useless city guards can't even defend the city wall, so they just opened the city gate and let the enemy in! A bunch of garbage!" The officer spat and cursed coldly with his long sword in hand.

He has every reason to look down on the city guards who don't even get a salary on weekdays and have no combat ability at all. These elites behind him can completely face ten times the number of idiots in the city guards.

With just one charge, he can defeat the enemy approaching from the front, and then take advantage of the chaos to take back the lost city wall. At that time, he will take the time to settle accounts with those damn city guards - this is what the general has in mind.

"Long live Ailan Hill!" Suddenly, he heard some shouts. At first, he thought it was the cheers from the Ailan Hill soldiers who occupied the city wall, but as these voices became louder and louder , the general of Arlant also realized that these cheers may be from the citizens of Naru City...

"Damn!" He squeezed the long sword in his hand and cursed inwardly. Just as he scolded this sentence, at the end of the street in the distance, a row after row of Elan Hill's grenadiers appeared.

"Let them see and see! The true strength of the Arlantean warriors!" The general forced his composure, waved his sword and pointed forward, and issued an order to attack: "Come on!"

Behind him, teams of Tarrant soldiers began to squirm forward. The sound of the impact of the armor clattered, and the long sword reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight. Countless soldiers shouted, covering the cheers of Alan Hill in the distance: "Long live Arlant!"

"Hula!" The Alan Hill Grenadiers in the front row stopped their steps, knelt down on one knee, and held up their Mauser rifles. Behind them, the second platoon of soldiers stood up straight and also took up their weapons.

"Whoa!" Almost at the same time, the two platoons of soldiers pulled the bolts of their guns and loaded the bullets into the chambers. On the opposite side of them, the Arante soldiers holding bright long swords were at least 40 meters away from them.

"Bah! Bah!" There was a crackling sound of gunshots, and the bullets crashed into the human wall composed of Arrant soldiers. The huge impact ripped apart the thin armor, and the bullets sank into the flesh and blood inside the armor after being severely deformed.

The Arrant soldier in the front screamed and collapsed, and the Arrant soldier in the second row was stunned on the spot. Many of them didn't see what the other side was doing, and only heard a sharp sound, and saw their companions in front of them fall in a pool of blood.

In the next second, they saw the Alan Hill soldiers on the opposite side, in a thin layer of smoke, pulled the bolts in a uniform manner and pulled out the metal shells in the chambers. The soldiers then pushed the bolt back into its original position, ignoring the hot, rolling cartridge cases under their feet.

Accompanied by their seemingly rhythmic movements, there was another "crash" sound from the friction of the bolts representing death. Because the distance was so close that there was almost no need to aim, the Alan Hill Grenadiers started their second fire.

"Bah! Bah! Bah!" There was another crackling sound of gunfire. The second row finally saw the enemy's Arante soldiers clearly. Before they could step over the corpses of their comrades in the front row, they were hit by a new round. bullet hit.

The fear did not spread easily, because he knew that the powerful soldier on the opposite side had already fallen to the ground while clutching his chest and stomach. The Arlantean soldiers who were crowding forward had no idea what was going on at all. They only knew that their team seemed to have stopped and could no longer move forward.

"What goddamn voice is that?" a soldier asked his comrades beside him worriedly. He heard the voice getting closer, and his courage seemed to be slipping away from his body. But he asked in vain, because the comrades around him were also full of doubts and nervousness at this moment.

After the fifth shot was fired, the Alan Hill infantrymen in the first two rows immediately gave up their positions. Behind them, the soldiers in the other two rows who had already been prepared stepped forward and took over the firing position. .

Before their eyes, there was a sea of ​​corpses and blood. Countless soldiers of the Arlantean Empire fell on this street, and blood flowed along the cracks and textures on the stone-built street, and finally merged into the drainage ditches on both sides.

These Alan Hill Grenadiers, who have trained countless times, ignored the disgusting pictures. They were only mechanical, and operated the weapons in their hands according to their usual training. Some people didn't even raise their eyes. a bit.

A few seconds later, the soldiers of the Arrant Empire, who had been cut off by a large piece, finally realized their situation. The Arlantean army, which had already laid down at least seven or eight platoons of soldiers, finally lost what little courage they had.

Countless people crowded backwards, hoping to exit this alley that symbolized death, and the people behind continued to move forward under the urging of generals and officers. The chaotic scene made the retreat and any advance a joke, and the army of the Arrant Empire blocked itself in a narrow path.

"Let me go! The front has been defeated!" A soldier who was pushed back by his own people screamed and begged to the soldier behind him. The soldier behind him couldn't even turn back, so he could only explain his tragic situation to the person in front of him: "I can't turn back, someone pushes me from behind!"

"Go back! Go back!" The Arlantean soldiers in the front saw the Alan Hill grenadiers who were constantly moving forward with their black muzzles passing through the light mist raised by the shooting, their faces pale. pleading.

Beside him, the desperate man knelt on the ground, loudly praying to the soldier on the opposite side, hoping that the other side could let him live. However, no matter whether they surrendered or retreated, the rhythmic gunshots still rang out again and again, as if it was the bell of the end sounded by the devil.

"What's going on?" The general of the Arlantean Empire who was in the lineup held his long sword and looked 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 so easily blocked by the opponent.

At this time, soldiers from Ellen Hill also appeared in other directions. These soldiers compressed the line of defense of the elite soldiers of the Arrant Empire gathered around the city lord's mansion from all directions, narrowing the encirclement little by little.

"Hold me up!" The dangerous Arlantean general was heard from the dense gunshots. At this time, there was no hope of retaking the city. What he is thinking about now is how to regroup and break out of the siege.

Just as he was about to gather his cronies and plan to take his troops back to the City Lord's Mansion to continue to resist, a black shadow fell from the sky and landed at his feet. He was startled, and when he looked down, he saw a black cylindrical iron lump attached to a light yellow wooden handle, and white smoke was spewing from the end of the wooden handle.