Sixty-Six Must Win

"Prepare to fight!" Now, the company commander stood in front of the opponent, nervously drew his long sword, and pointed in the direction of the enemy: "Steady! Hold!"

All the soldiers stopped, the soldiers in the first row got down on one knee, and the soldiers in the second row remained standing - this is the tactic they are most familiar with, and the one they have trained countless times.

In addition to the opponent's bow and arrows, in addition to the opponent's effective firepower, they are ready to kill the enemy. They pulled the bolts of their guns, then closed one eye and watched their opponents through the gap in the rear sight.

The soldiers of the Arlantean Empire in the distance were still marching forward. They wanted to shorten the distance and let the archers behind them play their part. They had already seen the opponent who didn't even wear armor at Alan Hill, and they knew that with just one round of bow and arrow, they could penetrate the opponent's slender line of defense.

"Fire!" When everyone was ready, facing the enemy who had approached a distance of about 300 meters, the company commander of Ailan Hill finally shouted the order he had wanted to shout for a long time. There was a crackling sound from thousands of rifles following his orders.

The sound stretched out, accompanied by the slightly diffused white smoke from the muzzle, which was transmitted to the distance. Then, before these gunshots fell, thousands of soldiers fell screaming in the opposite Arlant Empire phalanx.

"What?" General Lumbach, who had seen such a sight for the first time, left his ass off the saddle. He stared wide-eyed at the faint white smoke emanating from the enemy positions in front of him, shocked and didn't know what to say.

It was clearly something similar to artillery, but the other party could equip every soldier with such a terrifying "single hand cannon"! For the first time, Lumbach felt that the enemy he was facing was a little difficult to mess with, and he even felt that victory was fading away from him.

"Damn it! Let the second 10,000-strong team come over! We have to eat this army! Otherwise, Bude or Wangcheng! It's over! It's completely over!" Rumbach, who had lost his temper, looked to his side. The generals, roared loudly: "I personally command the third 10,000-strong team! All troops are pressed!"

All he can count on now is that the opponent's hand cannon is as inconvenient to load as the cannon, allowing him to use the advantage of the number of people to offset the disadvantage of the weapon.

"Sir!" Unfortunately, reality is always cruel. Amid the desperate shouts of several generals, Ailan Hill's second round of salvos began, and the bullets knocked down another group of soldiers from the Arlantean Empire. The first ten thousand The team of people, more than a dozen phalanxes, have collapsed.

A general pulled Lumbark's reins with a crying voice, and with tears in his eyes, he exhorted loudly: "It's too late! You go! Leave it to us here!"

Known as the brave general of the Arrant Frontier Army, the troops led by General Emir, who led the attack, have lost more than half of their losses, and the entire army has fallen into despair. The surviving soldiers were routing backwards, and the phalanx of the second 10,000-strong team that followed them was chaotic.

Before they could get out of their way, another desperate weapon began to slaughter in the Alan Hill army position. Heavy machine guns are just as effective at stopping opponents from rout as they are at stopping opponents from attacking.

In the face of those defeated soldiers who couldn't run out of their range for a moment and a half, and still couldn't lie down, the lethality of heavy machine guns was much more than that of artillery.

"Tutu! Tutu!" As the machine guns began to roar, the Arlantean soldiers began to fall one by one. In this vast plain, the Arlantean soldiers could not even find a reverse slope - they had nowhere to hide. He was quickly beaten into a sieve, and then fell on the road of rout.

The first 10,000 troops were quickly slaughtered, and the second 10,000 troops began to crowd the place where the third, led by General Lumbach, was located. Before the order to retreat was passed, the third 10,000-strong team also began to rout.

Like a contagious plague,

Escape became an unsupervised affair. No one wanted to turn back and continue the fight, and everyone was desperately pushing back and running away. Before the bullets can fly, the stampede starts to do more damage.

Countless soldiers pushed down allies behind them and the officers in the queue, and stepped over them - if they didn't, the bullets behind them would knock them to the ground.

Without even trying, Lumbark knew that he could no longer control his troops. More than half of the troops were collapsing and retreating. It was not a disaster that could be stopped by two commanders.

He could only reluctantly turn his horse's head, and hurriedly found a safe retreat while he was not caught by the defeated soldiers. He has already given up, and one can imagine how many of the remaining commanders are willing to continue to persevere.

The Battle of Bude turned into a rout of tens of thousands of people within two hours of its opening. This war made Coria's famous name, and it also gave the general Lumbach his first taste. The bitter fruit of failure.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Without even looking back, even the expensive red-clothed cannon, Lumbach started his escape. He didn't even retreat back to Bud, but ran straight to the other side.

Looking at the direction of his escape, he knew that he had given up his plan to stick to Bude. He wanted to escape directly back to the royal city—this famous general who had won many wars turned into a bereaved dog.

Behind him, countless Arlantean soldiers who were already mad were chased by Alan Hill grenadiers, throwing away their armor and dashing towards Bude. After losing 10,000 troops, another 20,000 surrendered.

The ensuing battle turned into a one-sided surrender, and the fastest surrender was the defeated Arrant remnants on the cornered frontal battlefield. The brave Arlantean general Emil died in the chaos of the army. One of the remaining 40,000 generals died in battle, two surrendered, and only one escaped.

About 12,000 people were defeated and fled to Bude, and the rest became prisoners of Coria and corpses on the ground. When facing the famous general, Coria just took a few steps according to the requirements of the exercise code, and then ushered in the first victory of his life.

"Clean up the battlefield!" Coria was really calm in his heart, and he didn't even have that exciting feeling of winning at risk. When he saw the opponent's phalanx, he almost knew that he was in a position to win, which felt really embarrassing.

It's like holding the highest straight flush when gambling and waiting for the opponent to show his cards, he doesn't care what tricks his opponent has, because his cards have made him invincible.

"The news from the steppe cavalry... They probably captured 3,000 cavalry and defeated the remaining 3,000 cavalry... About 4,000 people fled." An officer rode forward and sent the latest news of the battle. .

Keria nodded slightly, and then said: "Let the troops rest for two hours, then continue to advance south, and prepare to attack the city, we must take Bude as soon as possible!"

"As ordered! General!" All the subordinates clenched their fists with their right hands and pressed them on their chests, responding to Coria's order.

A day later, Bude surrendered, and Kolya took more than 20,000 prisoners there. With the end of the Battle of Bude, all the formed troops north of Arrant have been annihilated by Alan Hill.

Now, all that was left were the 100,000 Arand reinforcements heading north. It's just that the combat effectiveness of these troops is not very good, not even as good as the Arrant defenders in the Battle of Bude.

In Seris City, Chris yawned slightly tiredly. He has written about 70,000 words of textbooks in the past two days, and others who copy the books are sleepy: fortunately, the place where he writes the book is in the factory workshop, where there are electric lights that allow him to use the night more comfortably.

Now in Seris City, there are many factories that are producing and processing their products 24 hours a day. Apprentices are trained to operate machinery. With these people working overtime, the production speed of the factory will naturally increase.

Countless ammunition and armament were produced, which were then given to more reserve regiments. After these reserve regiments got the equipment, they began to enter the territory of Arrant south, and went to the front line to fight side by side with the main regiments.

Although many advanced weapons are still unable to be produced due to capacity constraints, over time, Chris's industry has begun to go on the right track. At least, he is now building a railway and miniaturizing steam engines and generators.

"Your Majesty!" Des pushed open Chris's door, walked in, and put a telegram on the table in front of him: "I just happened to be here, so I brought this to you."

While talking, he pointed to the telegram and said to Chris: "Koriya has taken Bude, and our defense line is complete... Now, what we have to wait for is the arrival of the Holy Devil Empire. !"

"Hope, the information Frenzberg gave us is accurate." Chris put down the pen in his hand, leaned on the back of the chair, breathed out a breath and rested, "As long as he didn't lie, we It can hold up the attack of the Holy Demon Empire!"

"He has no reason to lie. I'm still very optimistic. We fought this dragon-slaying battle." Des was a little more optimistic than Chris, because he felt that anti-aircraft guns could definitely be a deadly weapon for dragons.

"I'm more concerned about..." Chris looked at Des and said, "Frentzberg said, the west of the Holy Demon Empire..."

"In short, it is impossible for our weapon research and development to stop. We will manufacture more weapons and equipment to face stronger opponents!" Des was full of confidence, clenched his fists, and told Chris Said: "Alan Hill will win!"